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[sajidhaji]

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Slow Kissing.

What would slow kissing be like with Terry?

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Smut. Short.

The bed dipped as you climbed into bed next to TJ, trembling in anticipation and gliding into his embrace. You’d missed him, and you were grateful to have him home and safe. Terry held you until your shivering stopped. His large hands slide up and down your spine, pressing you close and feeling your warmth. It was silent within the room, the faint, yellow hue of the lamp light painting your skin. Terry leaned in and kissed your cheek, then your lips. You kissed him back, pulling away every so slightly to stare into his hypnotic eyes.

His gaze would drop to your lips then back to your eyes. You would do the same to his lips, the growing desire between the both of you reaching a fever pitch. Suddenly, you wrap your arms around his neck and smash your lips against his, kissing him hard and passionately. Terry can feel the softness of your breasts press into his solid chest as his arms hold you tighter. You suck on his lower lip, drawing it into your mouth. Terry did the same to your upper lip. Ever so slightly. You drag your teeth across the flesh of his lip as you release it.

This went on for a few moments. The fevered kissing, soft breaths, and tight grasps. His lips trailed a path to kiss your cheeks, your nose, and your forehead. Terry shifted your position so that you would be lying below him. His lips moved lower to pepper kisses on your neck up and down—kissing and licking, dragging his teeth across your skin. It tickled in the best way. Your arms pull him closer. Terry can feel one of your hands at the back of his neck, holding him, guiding him. Or maybe following where he led. Now, his kisses are on your shoulders moving back and forth.

You’re still wearing your gold necklace with his name on it that he gifted you and he pulled the jewelry into his mouth, staring into your eyes unblinking. He can feel you gyrating beneath him. His lips teased your neck, across your collar bone, to the other shoulder, and repeat. It was torture. From left to right he kissed across your beautiful brown-skinned body, working his way down ever so slowly. He placed loving kisses above your breasts from left to right. Soon, he’s kissing across the fullness of your left breast, pausing to suckle on the hard nipple through your slip gown, then the cleft between your breasts, up the right breast, pausing to suckle on the nipple and running his skillful tongue around the sensitive areola.

Terry kissed across your body beneath your breasts, your body trembling in response. His hands ran up and down your sides, kneading the flesh with his strong hands and fingers. He kissed lower, and lower still. Terry slowly lifted your slip dress, exposing your stomach. You’re wearing a black, lace thong. His lips feathered across your midriff, pausing at your belly button to circle it with his tongue, before licking inside it. You laugh and tell him to stop.

“Do you want me to stop kissing you?” He asked plaintively.

“No,” you say softly, “I’m just ticklish there.”

“Okay,” Terry spoke with a muffled voice because his lips were pressed against your skin greedily, “I plan to worship every part of you with my lips. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl…like I know you can…do you understand?”

You giggle, “Yes, Sir,” You agreed, although he was killing you with his soft lips and ticklish nibbles. It caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. You felt a throbbing sensation in your clit. Your nipples are painfully–hard buds that need to be sucked.

Terry finished kissing across your midriff to your hip, kissing all along the curve. The anticipation was too much to bear, your eyes watching and waiting for him to press those wonderful lips on your pussy. He kissed from hip to hip, lower and lower, above your pussy. His tongue swiped between your lower lips to tease, and then he reached back and took your calf in his hand, prying open your legs and climbing between them.

You whimpered, “mmmph, TJ, please.”

He let out a dark chuckle, “On my terms, baby…”

Terry kissed down your thigh, to your knee, down your calf, to your ankle. It was agonizing. He kissed the inside of your foot to the big toe. You writhe a little at the ticklishness of it, but he goes slow, sucking on the digit, licking it, and dragging his teeth across it. That had you moaning. He continued to the next toe and the next, kissing, licking and dragging his teeth across each in turn. He kissed the sole of your foot, then the top. Terry worked his way to your ankle, then back up your calf to your knee, then up the smooth skin of your thigh. He kissed across your pubic hair to your other thigh. He paused above your pussy and inhaled deeply, and he could smell how excited you are. Terry exhaled onto your pussy, his breath hot, then he blew onto your wet pussy, his breath cool through pursed lips. You shivered beneath him and your back arched from the bed.

His teasing is not quite done.

Terry could feel you parting your legs ever so slowly, drawing them apart like butterfly wings. He kissed lightly across the soft hairs of your labia to the inside of your other thigh.

“Terry,” you held frustration in your voice, “Stop playing…I need you…”

He ignored your words. You groan. This was unbearable. The uncomfortable heat of your skin too much.

Terry kissed down one of your thighs to the knee, down the calf to the ankle, kissing licking and dragging his teeth across your skin. From the ankle up the calf to the knee, and back up your inner thigh. Your pussy is so wet, it’s trailing down to your ass. Terry kissed across your pussy lips again, pausing to give the cleft a few brief licks before licking and kissing his way to the inside of your other thigh, down to the knee, down the calf, licking and kissing and nibbling the skin all the way to your ankle.

Again

And again

And AGAIN.

“Terry…Terry…Terry…”

He trailed his lips up to your neck. He silenced you with a tongue kiss. You could taste the salty, sweetness of your pussy on his plump lips. Your thighs spread open more and your hands pressed against his sturdy chest, attempting to push him down the length of your body and forcing him to eat your pussy. Terry lightly chuckled against your lips.

“What did daddy say? I thought you loved long kissing session, baby?”

“I do. But I’m not strong enough to continue, I need you to make me cum with your mouth,” You declare against his lips.

Terry lost himself in your tasty mouth with a warm tongue and gripped your jaw. Your eyes roll shut as his pink tongue rubbed yours up and down. He flicked tongues with you, his eyes low and sultry. It was slow and steady. Smacking sounds sent shivers across your body. The tickle of Terry’s mustache caused you to smirk.

Terry groaned against your lips, “uhhhn, mmmm, huuuuhhhh…”

Terry lifted to his hands above you while you sat up slightly. Both of your heads swiveled back and forth. His honeyed skin and muscles above you created the perfect visual. You couldn’t control your hands smoothing up and down his body and around to his back.

“This is gonna be a long night, isn’t it?” You whisper

“Hm,” Terry smirked, “You know the answer to that already, ma…”

The realization of his words caused your breath to hitch against the smug curve of his lips. Terry leisurely slicked his tongue against your lips. He gave you quick pecks to your jaw before bringing his lips to yours again.

“I need you ready for me. I plan to go rounds…”

He sucked your trembling lip into his mouth.

“Sh–shhh…it’s okay, baby…”

Terry swiftly changed your position to straddle him. You brace yourself on his naked shoulders while he tasted your neck, definitely leaving passion marks behind. You close your eyes and savor the sensation. His hands are gliding up and down your sides. Your hips start to gyrate and Terry begins flexing his hips upward to meet your movements. Dry humping and kissing. Terry was wearing athletic shorts, quad muscles flexing. You place a hand over his throat while sucking on his tongue. Terry’s hands rub yours booty up and down, his long fingers gripping and squeezing.

Was it possible to get intoxicated from kissing? You felt woozy in the head. He had this aura about him that made you feel…elated. Terry felt the same. You were his medicine. Every kiss was a dose to him. He’d missed you. But right now, kissing you and getting lost in your soft embrace, the taste of you, and the sounds of pleasure you make, was exactly what he needed. Terry wouldn’t trade it for the world.

You withdrew your lips, pressing your sweaty forehead against his. You had to catch your breath, Terry reached up to smooth his hand over the nape of your head and stroke there, ever so gently. The feel of your coils between his fingers soothed him because of how soft to the touch it is.

Both of your eyes locked before your lips were connecting again.

[heraxic]

Rogue oc Esteban Ratango (he/him) sketches

High ranking member of the Thieves’ Guild, nicknamed ‘The Rat’.

Lvl ? Rogue (swashbuckler). Lvl 1 Bard (plays flute). Lvl 2 Druid (wildshape: rat with distinct earring holes)

Abilities ranked highest to lowest:

- Wisdom

- Charisma

- Dexterity

- Intelligence

- Constitution

- Strength

Alignment: Chaotic neutral/neutral evil

Fairly short (4’9ft) and broad for a rogue, but he’s weirdly dexterous and can squeeze in anywhere his head can. Despite his appearance and grating/raspy voice, he’s exceedingly charismatic and manipulative; his winning, crooked smile and sharp eyes dare people to trust him.

Always wears a heavy chain necklace of solid gold with a ruby pendant (cursed and magically grafted to his skin) (he named it ‘Arianna’).

[saturnville]

do you want to, l. hamilton

pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x black best friend oc (anvika dawson) content: in which two friends cross a line people have been waiting for them to cross...and it works out. warning: 18+ content, angst, fluff, heavy dialogue song: do you want to by xscape an: part one here. part two here. their story is complete. thank you for reading <3 tags: @boujiestpoet @mauvecherie-writes @saintslewis @greedyjudge2 @vile-harlot @emjayewrites @ggaslyp1 @neeville

They hadn’t spoken in over a month. A bridge seemed to find its way between them. Not finding their way back to one another was unlike them. Most disagreements lasted at most three days. But, for there to have been 30 days of silence had her questioning if they’d come back from what they went through. 

But, after a much-needed therapy session, a cry session with Onyx, and deep reflection, Anvika realized that space was the best thing she could give him. She was challenged to put herself in his shoes and that changed her perspective entirely. 

“I want you to think from his perspective, Anvika,” her therapist began. She was an older Black woman with rich skin and silver hair. Her eyes were like honey and her voice was warm like the hug of an old church mother. “If you had feelings for him, right, whether you admitted them or not, and there came a time where the dam that contained all the feelings, emotions, thoughts, what have you, had broken and he was willing to drown in it all, just to turn around and downplay what occurred not even 12 hours later, how would you feel?” 

Ouch. Having it repeated to her without bias struck her uncomfortably. Anvika twisted her lips as she pondered long and hard. How would she feel? Rejected? Embarrassed? Used? Maybe all of the above. 

“What are you thinking about?” her therapist, Traci, asked. “And it doesn’t have to come out perfect or sound. Say how you feel.” 

Suddenly, her chest heaved as her breaths grew deeper. Her tongue circled her teeth and her eyes welled with tears. “I love him. I always have, in one way or another. But, I cherish what we’ve got and I just don’t—“ she sighed deeply. “I’m afraid for it to be ruined and I lose another man that I love.” 

Traci hummed. “So, you love him. Always have, you’ve built a good friendship with him, which could be a solid foundation for a potential romantic relationship, which he seemingly wants, but you’re afraid that it would go wrong and you’d lose him. What else are you afraid of?” 

“Just…that I won’t be more than a body to keep his bed warm. That’s why my ex and I split. Sure, we were together, but he was more invested in sex than he was in cultivating and strengthening our relationship. Intimacy is important, but only being desired for your body does something to a girl. I don’t want that…and so I’m afraid of being nothing more than a warm body. And now I’m upset because I teetered on my boundaries which were no sex with anyone that wasn’t my significant other. I don’t have a significant other, Traci. I have a best friend…or had.” 

Anvika’s voice shook as she spoke. She fiddled with the necklaces stacked around her neck. 3 gold necklaces—Queen Nefertiti, a heart, and the number 44. Traci’s eyes followed her hands. “What’s 44 stand for?” 

Anvika’s hands stalled. Her voice was quiet: “It’s his racing number. He races today.”

“You wear it often?” 

Anvika nodded. 

“Why?” Traci pressed, pushing her glasses above her head. 

“It helps me feel close to him when he’s away. He’s always away.” 

Another hum came from Traci. “Does he wear anything that represents you?” 

It was small. A simple word on his neck was often hidden by his braided hair. Completion. The definition of her name. He’d gotten it a year prior and never told her until she was helping him take his braids down and noticed the fresh ink there. Her heart grew three sizes that day. 

Anvika swallowed thickly. “My name means strong and complete. He has completion tattooed on his neck.”

Traci chuckled in amusement. Breakthrough was happening. 

“Sounds to me that the relationship the two of you have goes deeper than you’d like to admit. You shouldn’t beat yourself over the night you shared with him. We all have moments where we teeter-totter. And even though you didn’t want to, you did. But not only did you do it, you did it with a man who cherishes you, who honors you, who respects you. He is still your closest friend, but who is to say that your lover shouldn’t first be your friend? The choice is yours and I will walk with you through whatever decision you make. Just take the time to think about it, Anvika.” 

She’d thought about it every day since. 

+

Misery wasn’t a state he found himself in often, let alone one that he allowed himself to bask in. He was a firm believer in not allowing his circumstances to permanently alter his mood; his actions proved that he wasn’t the believer he thought he was. 

His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. His words were more limited than usual. His animations were not quite animated. He was going through the motions day by day, a boring routine that grew exhausting. He was better than this and he knew it. But, his usual methods of taking a run, spending time with loved ones, and giving in to his sweet tooth didn’t help. If anything, they made him feel worse. All because they were activities they did together. It seemed as though his entire life was attached to her and it drove him mad. 

He didn’t think there’d be a day where his mood would be affected by his disconnect from her. And it manifested physically. Lewis was tired often, which was a symptom of the fast-paced lifestyle, but for it to show in his eyes and the slowness of his movements was a clear indication that he was not okay. 

Lewis sighed into his pillow as his phone dinged once again. If he could throw it away, he would. His eyes glanced at the screen. Ani. The fourth message he’d received from her and the fourth time he wouldn’t reply. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have much to say.

You raced well, it read. I hope you’re doing well…I hope we cross paths again when you’re ready. 

He grappled with responding. His heart yearned to speak with her but his mind overpowered his ability to pick up the phone. What would he respond with? Thanks, not ready to see you because you hurt my heart and made me feel rejected. Talk soon. He’d be damned. 

He did a double-take after a moment. You raced well. She watched? His heart twisted. She attended every race she could, amid screaming fans jumping for joy. He could still hear her strained voice chanting his name when he walked on the track. 

“Lewis!” 

His conversation with the gentleman ahead of him was stopped. The racer apologized graciously and turned to see Anvika at the top of the bleachers waving excitedly. It was her first international race and she was over the moon to be there. He chuckled and beckoned her down. 

She shuffled through the bleachers and was soon guided by a security guard to where he stood. She smiled widely. “So, how do you feel?” Her hands grabbed his own and squeezed. She was about to burst. 

“I feel good,” he said with a smile. “How do you feel?” 

“I’m so excited! I hardly ever leave the country unless it’s for business, so to be here and supporting you--so exciting!” The small bounce she did had the jewelry around her neck bobbing. His eyes dropped to her exposed collarbone--Nefertiti, a gold heart, and the number 44. Bright and shiny like it was brand new. His eyebrow raised. “That new?” His finger curled around the chain, tugging softly. The action had her stumbling toward him. 

“Oh, this?” she quipped. “Yeah. I’m not too much of a jersey girl but I couldn’t come without repping you at all. My hat’s up there with Onyx.” She pointed to the bleachers. She hoped it didn’t get swiped--she made him sign it. 

The smile on his face matched hers. For them to have been friends, she cared for him in ways that would have people assuming otherwise. Wearing someone’s name or number around your neck, closest to your heart, spoke volumes. And she’d chosen to do it for him. The honor he felt was immense. Lewis wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed his lips against her forehead. “You, my love, are a gem.” 

“Jeez,” he huffed as he buried his head further into the pillow. Soon, his pillow was wet with tears. He hated to admit how much he missed her. How much he craved hearing her laugh, seeing her smile, or feeling the weight of her when she’d fall asleep on his shoulder. He missed her. 

+

They crossed paths the following Monday after the Met Gala. Lewis was waiting in a lobby for his car to arrive when he heard her call his name in hopes he’d respond. It was an awkward reunion. Neither party knew what to say or what to do. Anvika was surprised he’d spoken to her and Lewis was gobsmacked at her beauty. 

“You look beautiful,” he said after some time.

She always claimed red wasn’t her color, but she proved herself wrong and proved himself right. Her dress was much different than what she normally went for and it only emphasized the impact she made once she hit the carpet. The scarlet red complimented the richness of her complexion beautifully and the rose-like details were stunning. And her heels were like liquid gold on her feet. She’d done her hair differently as well. Her dark brown hair was pressed and in an intricate updo that showcased her ethereal features from her dark eyebrows to her round lips. Anvika Dawson was a gem. 

Anvika smiled small, feeling flustered under his intense gaze. Her hands smoothed the material of her dress. “Thank you. You do, too.” And she meant it. He was an ethereal being. She often wondered if he was real. Her fingers clawed at her dress as she fought the urge to run her fingers cross his shoulder. 

He was dressed to the nines and in her opinion, had been the best dressed gentleman there. She always adored him in black. It made him look powerful and like the king of the room. And his skin, rich and golden, glowed beneath the ambient lights. 

Silence covered the two of them like a thin blanket--uncomfortable. Lewis couldn’t remember a time when he was uncomfortable in her presence…until now. Moments later, his security detail let him know the car was present. He prepared to bid his farewells but was stopped by Anvika’s hand on his arm. 

“Wait…are you staying at the hotel with the…” In a nervous ramble, she went on and on describing the luxurious building she was put in on behalf of her agency. It was 22 stories tall with the most beautiful lights surrounding the entryway, a maroon carpet leading into the foyer, and a surplus of botanical plants that made her feel as though she was walking through a palace. Lewis, amused by her nervous tangent, nodded.

Anvika’s eyes lit up with hope. “Will you…if you’re up to it…will you stop by, please? I-I’m on the 14th floor, room 44. Will you please just,” she sighed deeply and tore her eyes from his just momentarily, “I miss you, Lewis. And…”

And there it was. He stammered slightly and suddenly felt small under her hopeful gaze. He missed her too. He nodded once more. Anvika released the breath she had no clue she held and assured him she’d be there whenever he decided to come, just to let her know. Before he was whisked away by security, he heard her voice in his ears once again, “Thank you.”

+

Anvika’s feet nearly burned holes in the floor as she paced around her suite. Her thumb was in her mouth, a chewtoy for her nerves. Her eyes cut toward the small wall clock near the bathroom. He said he’d arrive within an hour. Two minutes late. Would he show up? Her heart was a snare drum in her chest as she contemplated her emotions. 

“Calm down,” she ordered herself, though it came out muffled as her teeth drug down the side of her thumb, pulling a tag of sensitive skin with it. She winced when she tugged too hard. “Dammit.” 

Then, there was a soft knock. Her head shot up and a gasp came from her. He came. Anvika frantically patted her hair, hoping that her bun didn’t look awful, and sped over to the suite door. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. She smiled small, “Hi.” She moved out of the way to welcome his presence. 

Falling into natural order, Lewis made his way toward the couch in the living area of the suite. He sat off to the side, nearest the right arm of the couch with his hands in his lap. She sat at the opposite end with her knees toward inward, brushing against his gently. His eyes were glued to the floor. The tenseness made her uneasy. 

She cleared her throat awkwardly and played with the loose strings at the cuff of her (his) oversized sweatshirt. “I had a therapy session not too long after everything happened,” she began. Her admission made him look at her. His eyes, once so full of life and love, were just as dull as the walls surrounding them. “We had what they call a breakthrough. You know, finally getting to the root cause of why we think, act, and speak the way we do. And it was humbling, to say the least…to realize that I hurt you in a way I never thought I was capable of.” 

She chuckled breathlessly but nothing was funny. Her tongue circled her teeth, a nervous habit, as she fought to keep the tears at bay. Lewis’ eyes, prickling slowly, stayed on her. 

“You left. And that hurt me. But you left because I hurt you. That hurt even more. And I am so sorry. You’ve been nothing but good to me and I let my own fears and insecurities cloud my judgment. I was so focused on not screwing up our friendship that I managed to do it anyway because I was neglecting how you’d feel, too.” 

He listened intently. So, she continued, “You asked what I was scared of. I never gave you a clear answer, not because I didn’t know, but because I didn’t want to be honest with you. And simply put, the idea of not only loving another man but losing another man that I love scares me. You already know I was in that messed up situation where I was nothing more than a trophy and a warm body. I didn’t want to be that for any man again. I swore I would never be that for any man again.”

Lewis’ eyes softened and for the first time since they sat down, he spoke, “You know you’re much more than that.” His hand then found its way to her thigh, caressing it softly. 

Anvika gave a closed-lipped smile. “And, um…I was upset because I had these strict boundaries, you know, no significant other means no type of intimate activity, right? I crossed that line with you and I beat myself up over it. In my head, I totally rejected this order I placed on myself and just felt internally guilty because at the time, I thought that was the beginning of experiencing heartache again. That manifested into a fear of ruining our friendship because we’d never crossed a line like that before. We went from friends to lovers in the span of 12 hours, and Lewis, that was a crazy shift.

“You always hear stories about people trying the relationship thing with their friends and they end up never speaking again. You mean too much to me for us to never speak again, so when I say I was miserable, that’s what I mean, especially because I put us in this position. None of this excuses what I did, but it was time to finally be honest. I’m sorry.” 

Silence. She hated silence. Especially when it was uncomfortable. He still hadn’t said anything but she saw the wheels turning in his head. She watched as his eyes darted from left to right, a sign that he was running through a series of logical thoughts--a million a minute. She waited patiently for his response. 

“I felt rejected,” he said softly. “Like I was good for that moment where you let loose but then after that…” 

Anvika sighed heavily. The  conversation was going deeper than she anticipated. 

Lewis dropped his hand from her thigh and brought it to his face, rubbing softly. “When you care for someone all you want to do is be there for them. To be someone that gives them the love, honor, and respect they deserve. I’ve seen how these situations have broken you down and ruined your self-esteem and trust in men, and yet, deep down even while simply being a friend, all I wanted to do was love you and show you differently. So when that happened…what I thought was placed in my grasp was taken just as quickly as it was given. And I would think, is the thought of being with me that bad? That does something to a person, Ani.” 

There was a strain in voice as he asked her what he’d been thinking for weeks. Her confessions gave more insight on why she acted the way she did, but just as she said, it didn’t change the fact that he was hurting. But, to lay his heart on the table the way he wanted with her awaiting ears was relieving. Maybe they would get somewhere.

“I know, darling, and I am sorry,” she said quickly between his words, but quickly retreated so he could continue. “Keep going…” 

“I can’t make you love me the way I love you, I can’t make you mean it in the way that I do, and I can’t make you want something more with me,” he said truthfully though the thought pained him. “So if friends is what keeps you in my life then--”

“I want to try,” Anvika cut him off. His eyes cut to her. His heart began to pound in his chest. “I was told that your lover should be your friend. I’ve experienced you as my friend for six years and I’m starting to understand that it’s okay for those lines to blur, but I only want that with you. If you’ll still have me.” Though her words ceased, her eyes, filled with tears, pleaded with him. Lewis exhaled.

You, my love, are a gem.

+

At that moment, Anvika understood why people made love often. She wasn’t a very sexual person, opting for other forms of intimacy to deepen her relationship with her partner. But when it came to Lewis, she knew he would have her addicted and yearning for more. 

He was so attentive to the needs of her body and gentle in executing them. He was patient, knowing he was the first man she’d been with in four years and that alone made her desire for him grow greater. 

Each graze of his lips against her jaw, sensual caress of her chest, and deep thrust had her singing his name. It was the sweetest song he’d heard. 

Lewis made love to her slowly, just as she requested. 

“Can you go slow, please?” Her voice was hardly above a whisper. 

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He was used to things moving fast, but he was willing to slow down as much as necessary. Plus, it gave him the opportunity to take in every face she made as he dug deep into her. 

Anvika was pressed against him, her legs trembling around his waist as he guided her movements. Her head was thrown back as she succumbed to the pleasure she’d been without for so long. Her jaw hung as a string of profanities fell. Lewis couldn’t help but chuckle. “Feel good, baby?” 

Anvika let out a breathy whine as her body grew warmer and warmer. The whine turned into a sharp gasp when Lewis’ tattooed hand slithered around her neck and squeezed. “Lewis.” His action made her jerk against him. 

“I asked you a question, beloved,” he whispered against her jaw, peppering kisses along her damp skin. 

Anvika nodded, “Yes! So good.” Lewis turned her head and brought his mouth to hers—a heated exchange of moans and passion transferred from one to another. “I love you.” The words fell from her lips as she reached her peak.

To be loved. Against her skin, he whispered back, “I love you.”

+

The water felt amazing against her skin as she stood beneath the rainfall-like water head. It soaked her once pressed hair, causing it to shrink and revert to its natural state. When Anvika wiped the water from her race, she saw Lewis staring at her, eyes full of love with hints of lust.

“What?” she asked innocently, welcoming the forthcoming feeling of his hands at her hips. 

“You’re pretty,” he said simply. He swirled a strand of her hair around his finger and watched as it recoiled. Her big eyes followed his movement. “Very pretty.”

Anvika smiled like a school-girl who found out her crush liked her back. “You are, too.” She pecked his lips and prepared to turn toward the water again but was halted by Lewis pressing her against the wall, hiking her leg up, and capturing her lips in a soul-snatching kiss. 

She whimpered and tossed her arms around his shoulders. His hand slid between them, his fingers dancing along her most sensitive place, working her up. “Can I?” His arousal nudged her thigh, desperate to get a release in her warmth. 

“Yes…”

+

They ordered takeout and ate comfortably on her bed whilst Sex in the City played on the television in the background. They were bare as the day they were born, but it didn’t spark the same excitement as it did just hours before. It felt natural and domestic. 

Anvika sat on his lap, eyes fixed on the television screen as he fed her their shared vegan pasta. The sounds of her heavy chewing made him laugh. “Is it good?” She hummed.

“You’re the only person that could convince me to eat vegan food.”

Lewis shrugged with a lazy smile, claiming for himself what she did not take off the fork. “Because I’m magical.” 

Anvika giggled and nodded, pressing her lips against his. “You are, darling, and I love you because of it.” 

Lewis wouldn’t get used to hearing that. What scared her before came so naturally in the moment and he was so thankful that it did. He finally got what he wanted and he’d never let her go. 

He smiled and it finally reached his eyes, “I love you more.”

And it was so.

[starkeyisthelastname]

It’s Always Been You: Chapter Three

I’m sorry this has taken so long. 😩 hope you loves enjoy it!

Rafe giving you hints to let you know he has it down bad for his best friend. 💖 some cute moments before the drama takes off.

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Chapter Three:

Rafe felt like a creep. A creep, because he hadn’t been able to stop staring at you since you had stepped out of the bathroom. You were too busy on focusing on getting ready for dinner to notice, thank god. He definitely didn’t need you catching him, eyes locked on your gorgeous figure in that little white dress. His blue eyes watched as you applied a layer of glittery gloss across your full lips, looking like a fucking angel. Oh man, did he sure have it down bad for his best friend. His thoughts were quickly interrupted, when you said his name. Shit, did you catch him? He cleared his throat, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“Can you help me fasten this please?” You asked him, holding up a delicate necklace. He instantly recognized it as one he had bought for you a few years back as a birthday present. It was solid gold, with the letter of your first name glistening in diamonds. Without question, he stepped behind you, his height towering over yours as he took the necklace from you. Moving your hair to the side, he gently clasped the piece of jewelry behind your neck and let his eyes linger. He told himself that he had to make you his girl by the end of the week and that he was going to try and start slowly hinting to see if you would even be interested.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Rafe said, his voice low and cerulean eyes hooded.

You were no stranger to Rafe calling you beautiful, but as your eye met his blue ones, it sent shivers down your spine. Why was this having so much of an effect on you? The way he said it though was so different and it made your stomach flutter and core clench. He looked so good too with his dark jeans that hugged his long legs, crisp white button down that you could clearly see his toned upper body through, and that cologne was making you feel intoxicated. Swallowing the lump in the back of your now very dry throat, you looked down from his gaze. “T-thank you.” You stuttered out, mentally hitting yourself in the head at how nervous you sounded.

Rafe knew everything about you, from the simplest thing like your favorite color to something more complex like what your emotions meant. He found himself struggling for the first time with that response, were you nervous because it made you uncomfortable or because you liked it? Was he already making a fool of himself? He nodded his head, stepping back but not before his eyes raked over your figure once more.

Your head couldn’t seem to wrap around Rafe’s actions. You absolutely loved how his words made you feel, and something about them seemed more flirty than his casual compliments. You knew without a doubt Rafe was the one you wanted to have as yours. It confused you though, because Rafe didn’t flirt. He was absolutely gorgeous, but how he pulled so many girls when he was the biggest dick to them, you didn’t know. He had told you a thousand times before that he hated every bitch but you and as much as you wanted to believe that, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive.

“I’m not sitting next to that idiot.” Rafe mumbled to you as everyone began taking their seats at the table. You looked over to see the only empty chair was next to Topper and as much as you didn’t want to sit next to him, it would have been better than Rafe getting banned from Disney property because he punched the frosted tip boy for saying something stupid. Taking a small sigh, you scooted over to the chair in the middle and let Rafe sit to your left. “That better?” You asked with a playful eye roll, looking down at the menu.

It was the hand on your leg, that caught you off guard. You glanced down, his large palm squeezing your bare skin gently as his thumb grazed over your inner thigh. You looked up at him, his eyes focused on the menu as if what he was doing was completely natural. You weren’t exactly a stranger to him touching you, not by any means. When you’ve known someone your entire life and were best friends, touching was inevitable. It was just the way it was placed, almost at the hem of your already short dress as if he was begging to push it up. The thing was is that you wanted him too, really fucking bad.

Rafe knew exactly what he was doing and he really was taking a chance. He kept telling himself not to pussy out of this and run to a habit he always turned to, which was distracting his mind by fucking pointless bitches. He was getting older and getting tired of useless hook ups that didn’t mean shit. He wasn’t ready to get married by any means, but he knew what he wanted and that was one girl who had been by his side all his life and that was you. If he didn’t do this now, he would never do it and he knew it. It was time for him to man up and make you his girl.

You weren’t sure if it was the drink, the few hits of the weed pen or Rafe’s hand on your thigh, but you were having a hard time focusing on Ward talk about Magic Kingdom tomorrow. You were more than excited to visit the first park of the week, but with dinner being done, you needed to excuse yourself. As soon as you heard your father and Rafe’s, start playfully arguing about who was paying, you were grabbing your small designer purse and getting up from the table.

You had barely made it into the lobby, when you felt a tug on your arm. You knew exactly who it was and took a shaky breath as you turned to meet blue eyes. “Where you going? I know you aren’t going to back up to the room already.” Rafe said, knowing all too well that you were a night owl. You were trying to come up with an excuse on why you should go up to the room and not give into this, the fear in the back of your head that this was all some kind of sick game he was playing.

“I think Wheezie and Sarah were gonna put on a Disney Movie or something.” You said with a small shrug. You didn’t want to go upstairs yet, and you both knew it. You always chose to go with Rafe, even if you were close with his sisters. He was just being so touchy with you and saying things that made you want to blush, that you didn’t know what to think about it and being nervous around Rafe was such a different feeling.

Rafe raised an eyebrow. He knew you loved his sisters, but did you really want to go watch a movie that Wheezie would yap through and Sarah would be making out with Topper the whole time. Since when did you not wanna hang out with him? Had he been to handsy with you at dinner and make you uncomfortable? Did you just not want this like he did and he was starting to do this all for nothing? His anxiety was starting to kick in, and it was one of these moments he craved a line of coke. He knew he was overthinking, but once it started it was hard for him to stop. “W-well if that’s what you wanna go do.” He said, his tone a little harder than before. Something he hated about getting in his head, always taking his frustrations out on everyone else.

You could read Rafe like a book, he was getting in his head and you could tell by the way he averted his gaze, and brought the edge of his thumb to his mouth. It was also the his tone changing, the one he gets right before he’s about to shut down. Did you really wanna go watch a movie in the suite more than you wanted to hang out with Rafe? You bit your lower lip, reaching to take his larger hand in yours. “Only because I want something sweet.” You said with a smirk, causing his blue eyes to look back at you.

He couldn’t help but smile, something not a lot of people got to see. “After you, princess.” He said in that voice that made your tummy feel warm and your core clench. He let go of your hand, only to wrap his arm around your waist as he walked you towards a bakery that was in the resort.

Rafe’s eyes couldn’t help but travel down as you were bent over to look at the different sweets. Your body fuckin’ amazed him, and the dirty side of him wanted to see that shit while he hit from the back. He was pulled from his thoughts as he heard that beautiful voice of yours saying his name.

“Rafe, do you want anything?” You asked, his eyes traveling upward to meet your gorgeous face again. Oh he knew you had definitely caught him staring, especially when it took a second for him to speak up. “Uhh, I’m good.” He said, pulling out his wallet, before you could even reach into your Louis purse. He’d buy you anything you fucking wanted, from this overpriced cupcake to that Chanel bag you had been looking at earlier on your phone. After getting clean he had been getting right with his money, working hard at Cameron Development. He’d done well from himself so far, buying himself a nice home and owned two nice cars. He was ready to start sharing it with someone, of course that someone being you.

You watched him hand the woman behind the counter his card, before you could say anything or even argue about it. He handed you the cupcake, which you gladly took with a ‘thank you’ as he got his card back. He hummed as he leaned down, taking a bite out of it just as you unwrapped it. You scoffed, shoving at his chest as he shot you a wink. “I just asked if you wanted something.” You said with a roll to your eyes as you lifted the cupcake to your mouth.

“Just wanted a bite sweet thing.” He teased, watching you lick your bottom lip from the frosting that sat there. He cleared his throat, reaching down slowly to place a hand on your hip, testing the waters out again. “You wanna look around some more, or maybe go back to the room?” He suggested, his fingers traveling down further down before coming back up.

You were trying to not let Rafe’s hand on you again have any effect on you, but he made it hard when his fingers would come to the hem of your dress only to ghost back up in a smooth manner. You swallowed a bit of your cupcake before looking at him as you tried to read him. “Back to the room? The same place you didn’t wanna go to a few minutes ago.” You asked, throwing the wrapper away and turning back to him.

“You think I wanna watch a movie with them? Nah.” He said, leaning down towards your ear. “I mean you can pick whatever Disney movie your heart desires as long as you let me hold you.” He whispered, making a shiver down your spine.

You froze as you heard his voice in your ear. He wanted to watch a movie with you in the bed you were sharing together while he held you. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no either, your head nodding to give him an answer.

“Come on then princess.” He said, staring at your lips for a moment before pulling back to take your hand. Oh how he had to have you, there was no other way. He was too goddamn in love with you.

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Behind The Facades | Part II

An unrequited pining over a certain super solider.

Navigation: Part I || Part II || Part III (end)

Words: 3.3k++

Pairings: avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: angst. pent up anger. unspoken jealousy. conflicted feelings.

P/S: i heard you. i got you. since lots of you enjoyed the supposedly oneshot, so i decided to do a continuation for this couple. Hope you enjoy~

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Weeks gone by, months flown through and the team was already accustomed Bucky's girlfriend wandering around the tower. Though they thought she would move-in eventually, knowing that Tony allowed them to do so, but she hadn't done it yet.

While Y/N, on the other hand, felt like she was constantly walking on thin ice. Being tug in between holding herself together and breaking down.

What's worst about this was, deep down, Y/N wanted to hate her.

Gail Richards.

Bucky's girl.

A gorgeous red-head, sultry champagne-colored eyes, a deep dimple on her right cheek, sculptured body of goddess and heart of gold.

Y/N got to admit that she hated how perfect Gail was for Bucky. She had such a kind soul; it's impossible not to fall for her. In hindsight, she was exactly what Bucky needed in his life.

What he deserve.

And in the end, Gail managed to steal not just Bucky's heart, but also the entire team's.

Including Y/N herself.

The friendship between Gail and Y/N was true and genuine; even if it hurts her everytime when she was forced to see Gail canoodling with the man she had fallen madly in love with.

"So where's the date? Did he tell you or is it a surprise kind of thing?" Gail's questions snapped Y/N from her deep internal thoughts.

Her gaze fell into her own reflection in the mirror; she was fitted with a simple black satin dress, with a quite scandalous slit on one side on her thigh. Standing behind her, was Gail, helping her out with the pearl necklace she was graciously lending it to Y/N.

"I don't remember the name but it's that new michelin star restaurant." Y/N replied as she straighten her dress, suddenly feeling conscious of how tight the dress was hugging her body.

"Oh! I know that fancy new restaurant. It opened last week, right? Bucky and I haven't had the chance to go yet. I heard it's pretty hard to get reservation. I must say, I'm impressed."

While Gail seemed to approve of Y/N's date, she didn't notice the way Y/N's body froze as she mentioned Bucky's name.

Her fingers were itching to dug it's nails somewhere, anywhere; as she try to keep her composure as neutral as possible, "Yeah, I'll definitely give you my review before you guys go on a date there. Who knows if its not up to the standards, right?"

Oh, how desperate she was on wanting to hide her pain away.

"That's great, y/n! But, I'd rather you actually enjoy the date rather than secretly being an undercover food critique. Forget about everything and have fun for once! Who knows this one is a keeper, huh?" Gail rubbed her hands to side of Y/N's arms; her eyes brighten as she encouraged her.

Ignorance is truly a bliss; though it's not that she knows that Y/N had been in love with Bucky this whole time.

On the other hand, Bucky was starting to feel the effects of what Gail had warned him before. He doesn't want to feel like she doesn't love him because she does.

At least she tries to.

Persuing Gail was not necessarily easy; not because he was lacking or she played hard to get. But because of how honest she was; how self aware she was.

"Being with me is a hell of a challenge, Bucky. My emotions are unpredictable. Today, I will love you ever so truly; I will drown you with all the kisses and cuddles you could ever imagine but the next day you might not being able to talk to me or even see me."

"I'll go M.I.A and isolate myself from the world at any time, with no warning. I shut down without any reason."

"I might not be there for you when you needed me the most. I might abandon you when all you wanted for me to stay."

"Worst part about it is I won't feel sorry for what I did because I can barely feel anything during those time."

But he insisted to try.

Maybe it was the sudden surge of passion when he met her but he was determined that they could make it work.

So, try they did.

As his relationship with Gail progresses, his and y/n's started to astray. He noticed y/n has been keeping her distance with him since he got together with Gail.

She had been cooped up in her room more often. There was a gradual changes in their schedule. Lesser trips to the corndog stall that y/n was obsessed with, canceled trips on visiting Alpine, the cute little kitten they have been eyeing at the adoption center, and almost none of the late night coffee trips.

He missed her.

From her annoying laugh to her odd habit of scratching things in her sleep.

Her smile, her voice, her presence.

He missed all of it.

He missed her.

Which was why Bucky thought it was better to talk it out with her. Maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding that needed to be clear out.

It took just single knock before Bucky intrude himself into Y/N's room, "Hey, y/n I don't want to disturb you but can we..." Bucky's sentence did not managed to end with a period, thus his words was instead left hanging just like his mouth.

"Oh, wow."

For a moment there, Bucky literally forgot how to breath. It was as if the reality around him was deteriorating, leaving just the perfect view of Y/N. For a split second, his gaze seemed to dilated into a trance, slowly getting bewitched by the beauty before him.

Bucky was so captivated by how, almost sinfully, beautiful Y/N looked in that dress, he didn't notice his own girlfriend was standing right next to her.

Gail carefully slide her way towards Bucky as she prompted, "So... what do you think, Buck? Gorgeous isn't she?" A dreamy sigh escaped from Gail's lips as she admire the woman in front of her.

"Yes. Yes, she is."

Those were the words Bucky wanted to say but his mouth wasn't listening to his heart, rather it followed his head, "I didn't know you were coming over, honey." Bucky arms reached towards Gail as he scooped her close to him, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

It was subtle but if they paid enough attention, they could see how Y/N's gaze quickly shifted downwards to her feet. Her teeth sunk between the insides of her left cheek as an effort to distract herself from the thunderstorm within her chest. A little bit more force on her teeth would've tore her up and left her bleeding from the inside.

How much longer she must be in this torment? How much suffering her heart needs to endure until it adapt to the pain? She's tired of the ache in her chest but at the same time she can't help it when her heart yearn for a love that's never going to be hers.

"Well? Is she not goddamn beautiful?" Gail playfully slapped Bucky's arm, demanding her question to be answered.

"I mean..." Bucky stuttered to find words. Especially when those round doe eyes of Y/N's spark with anticipation.

All those milliseconds of time Bucky had to think of an appropriate, truthful answer but somehow he only come up with, "...i guess, you could do better."

Idiot.

Straight up dumb.

Bucky immediately regret his words when the gleam in Y/N's eyes suddenly faded; turning into something cold and stoic.

Gail huffed in denial, before taking Y/N's side, "Then you sir, need to check your eyes because she's absolutely stunning". Y/N gave a small smile as Gail pulled her for a side hug.

"Why are you dressed up anyway?" Bucky wanted change the topic before he said something stupid again.

There was a noticeable pause on Y/N's side as he asked, as if she was unwilling to tell him. However, the reluctantcy only arouses his curiosity.

Y/N turned around and faced the mirror. As she fixed the necklace near her collarbone, she made an eye contact with Bucky through his reflection and answered, "I have a date."

Something shifted in the air; as if it was getting heavier, sturdier.

"Who's the guy?" Bucky was clearly not amused with the idea. It barely filtered through his stern tone.

"Daniel. One of the SHIELD agent I worked with before." Y/N noticed how his expression morphed into a frown.

"Why is he making that face? "

Bucky seethed, "That douchebag? Really y/n?" There's a hint of disappointment in his voice; like how a father would scold his daughter of doing something stupid.

And that ticked her off.

She's a grown-ass woman; she can do whatever she wants, date whoever she wants. None of it was Bucky's concern.

"What do you mean?" Annoyance flowed through her tone.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he recognized that name.

Daniel.

That scumbag whose always staring at her. And not in a cute, crush-like way. There's nothing innocent about the way he stare at Y/N's ass and boobs, or always finding excuses to touch her.

However, Y/N has been oblivious to it since Bucky had always been with her.

Since when did that douche got close to Y/N? How did he managed to get Y/N agree to go to a fucking date with him? More importantly, how did Bucky not know all of this?

There was this uncontrollable, unexplainable rage within Bucky that he was unable to contain; like a venomous poison it seeped through his head, "Are you that needy to even consider going out with such scum? Come on, y/n. You're being naive, it's ridiculous." Bucky scoffed as his tone laced with scorn and mockery.

Gail gasped in complete shock, "What is wrong with you, Bucky? That's not--"

"That's not fair. How can you have the luxury to fall in love and lived happily ever after while I have to continue to break and break, again and again?"

"Ridiculous? Am I a fucking joke to you, Bucky?!" Y/N could hold back her own anger as she turned towards him. His face remained the way that it is; red and furious and he was not willing to put his ego down either.

"You know what?" Y/N swerved towards the bed, "I am going to go this date with Daniel, whether you like or not..." She took her purse on the edge of the mattress, "...and I am going to enjoy every second of it!"

"Thanks, Gail. I really appreciate your help today." Y/N smiled as she briefly took Gail's hands into hers. Blinking in confusion, Gail replied, "Y-yeah.. sure--" though her speech was cut short when Y/N interrupted.

"And you!" Y/N shot a glare towards Bucky before marching towards him, "You can go fuck yourself." She clashed her shoulders into Bucky's before walking out her own room.

Bucky gritted his teeth; his jaw clenched in pure vexation as his frown grew deeper.

Looking at her very angry looking boyfriend, Gail let out a tired sigh, "Why would you say such thing to her, Bucky?

Why did he say those things?

He could explain it much better way, knowing that he had plausible reason to why he thinks she should not go to this date.

But, why did he not do that?

Why did he lash out and spat those hurtful things to her?

Even Bucky himself was not sure why.

After that Bucky spent the rest of the night at the gym, and this was the third punching bag that he had completely destroyed. He could see his girlfriend coming in from the corner of his eyes, with an emergency kit in her hand.

She sat at a nearby bench before, "Bucky sweetheart, come here." Gail softly asked him sit with her.

Despite the grunts and gruffs that slipped from his lips, he still obeyed her; though partially was because she had been sternly staring at him.

Gail gently remove his boxing glove of his right hand, then lo and behold his knuckles was crushed and bloodied.

"The wrappings is there for a reason, you know?" She knew he would this; especially when he is guided by rage. Bucky remained silent, knowing that if he did not control his anger first; then he would probably do the same thing he did to Y/N again.

There was a comfortable silence as Gail was tending his wounds. Bucky looked down at her, focusing on cleaning the wounds. She was always careful and tender while handling Bucky; as if she was taking care of a child.

"You love her, don't you?" Gail calmly asked as she started to wrap Bucky's hand.

The question caught him by surprise, "What do you mean?"

She chuckled softly, "y/n. You love her. Am I right?" she reclarify.

It didn't need a genius to figure out how Bucky truly feels about Y/N. Even if he himself if not aware of his own feelings.

But she can see right through him.

She noticed how attentive was Bucky towards y/n. How he looked at her; like she's his whole world. How every single thing he does somehow relates back to Y/N; and he cannot go by a day without mentioning her name in their any conversation. How peaceful looked when y/n is anywhere near him.

She noticed every single one of those detail.

"Of couse, I do. It's y/n we're talking about here." Bucky replied as-matter-of-factly. Though there was some truth in his answer but it was not all.

Gail shook her head lightly as she holds Bucky's wounded hand in hers, "No, Bucky. You love her." Her brows crunched into a pleading curve as her gaze turned gentle.

Bucky frowned in confusion; he looked down at his hand where her thumb caressing his knuckles and he thought back all the moments he spent with y/n.

From the very first day he met her, on those nights she stayed with him, through thick and thin, her eyes on his, her smile on his cheek, her laugh in his arms, her voice in his ears, her skin on left arm, everything flashed through him so fast until a single moment when he realizes.

"I love her."

Gail recognized the glint his eyes, "And she loves you too, Buck." She coaxed.

The frown on his face turned into a shock as she spoke. Even if Y/N does love him, what does that mean?

"What are you saying?"

"Go." Her voice were somehow calmer than she was supposed to speak in such a dire situation.

Bucky knew what she meant; he knew what those eyes were telling him, "Gail, you--"

She cut him before he could say anything, "We did agree to see where will this take us..." her smiled was somehow bitter-sweet, "And I guess this is our end of the line."

A hit of pain struck Bucky's heart, "You don't have to do this." His left hand raised to tenderly cupped her cheeks; it was warm. Unlike his winter cold hand, she was warm. Like the soft heat from the morning sun.

She placed her hand on top of his as she craved a reassuring smile, "I want to."

And that broke Bucky's heart. And it broke for her.

He loved Gail.

All the feelings he felt for her was real. As real as the feelings he felt for Y/N. The only difference was he didn't realized he was in love with Y/N, but he did with Gail.

"And to be honest, I'm not sure I can keep up with the emotional commitments, I'm always M.I.A and lost in my own head..."

As Gail starts to ramble, Bucky wasn't hearing any of it. His eyes stings and his vision blurred.

There was only so much any man can handle.

There was joy in realizing his was in love with Y/N but there was also agony in knowing he had to break Gail's heart. Unable to hold back his emotions anymore, his tears finally broke out.

She was prepared not to cry today but seeing Bucky like this; who wouldn't tear up, right?

"Hey hey hey, I'll be okay. We'll be okay." She placed her palm on Bucky's cheeks, wiping away the tears with her thumb as she lead his gaze to her own.

"Bucky, listen to me. I don't want you feeling like you're alone." she cooed, her eyes had gotten glassy as tears filled within them. "You deserve so much more than what I can offer you, do you understand?" Bucky can simply nod as he feels like his voice will betray him.

"Good." Gail closed her eyes and leaned into a kiss. A soft innocent kiss on his forehead, as their tears fall on each other's bare skin, "Now, go get your girl."

<< Part I || Part III >>

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A/N: Feel free to leave some feedback behind! And what do you think of Gail? I thought it'd be nice to have a different characteristics for her instead of the cliche 'bitchy and rude' girlfriend.

There's no actual taglist. So, I only include those who reblogged with comments and/or commented on the previous part. However, do tell if you want or do not want to be tagged.

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[mr-jack-letterman]

AAAAAAND WERE BACK with more Subway to Stardew silliness NSNNDD.

Thank you to the folks over at @subwaytostardew for making this wonderful mod and letting me make silly art about it lol.

In any case time for some headcannon nonsense.

(click for better quality because Tumblr makes it crunchy)

If Stardew Valley were to have a box legendary I think it would be Cresselia. It's literally Lunar pokemon and represents the crescent moon so it being the patron legendary of Stardew Valley just makes a lot of sense to me. Also Cresselia is underrated NSNDN.

Maybe there would be a secret special encounter for Darkrai. (the other half of it and Cresselia's duo but is a mythical for some reason?)

Also the Lunar wing would be very neat item to have in-game ANSNDND.

If it were to exist within the mod I imagine the farmer would be like "oooo shiny feather. Maybe it's a pokemon feather? Emmet/Ingo would probably like it :D" so then they make it into a necklace, or maybe just give it to one of them outright without knowing what it is. So Emmet/Ingo sees it and just starts freaking the hell out cause their crush/friend just gave them a piece of a literal legendary pokemon meanwhile the farmer is just....clueless NSNDND.

Now onto some of the other characters.

As basically the resident nurse joy of Pelican Town I think Harvey would have some pokemon common in the medical field. Though, pokemon like Chansey and Audino don't really fit his whole "whiskey neat, coffee black, bed at three"/ref vibes so I thought Indeedee would be best NSNDNND.

I also decided to give some pokemon to the characters mentioned within my ask.

Willy is very fond of water types, clearly NSNS. Specifically fish pokemon like Lanturn, Seaking, Whiscash, Wishiwashi, or Dondozo. (Though his actual team probably has a good chunk of pokemon that are still water type just not fish lmao) The crowning jewel of his collection is a shiny Magikarp he fished up. Maybe one day it will evolve, but for now it just swims around the docks next to his house entertaining anyone that visits.

He also has a Bibarel. (which I imagine is the grown up version of that one Bidoof that snuck into Pelican Town) It acts more like an overgrown housecat than a battle ready pokemon but it is incredibly bulky so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯.

Morris also has a few pokemon of his own. Most of which he keeps at home. But his main two he's seen with is a Gimmighoul and a Gumshoos. (IDK he just has Gumshoos vibes to me NSNDNND) They run around Joja pickpocketing people's gold cause Morris is just a dick like that.

"It's Wizard time mother fucker, FIREBALL-"/ref

Wizard likes psychic types, but I like to think he also has a fondness for fairy types too. Also, most of em has at least one strong fire type move just so he has an excuse to yell "fireball" and blast something NSND. His Malamar is named Illithid (a wack squid monster guy from DnD lol)

Sandy likes rock types, given that she lives in a desert it's probably the only type of pokemon she sees on the daily lol. She also has a key stone on her earring. With how colorful a keystone is when compared to sand I think she would be the most likely to find one there. Idk exactly if she'd mega evolve an Aerodactyl or a Tyranitar, if any pokemon at all. But I think she'd carry it around regardless. It's pretty :]

Also she has a shiny Rockruff. I don't rly have an explanation for that one I think it just fits the vibe lol.

And now, shenanigans.

Emmet then proceeds to grab the child and just.... speed walk away HSBBDBDJJR.

That's all I have for now, I'll probably throw some other pokemon at the bachelorettes and other bachelors another time but this alone took a solid week due to finals 😭/lh

Time for me to go to bed lol, have a good one 👍

[yellowjacketsfashion]

Taissa Turner Style Analysis:

Taissa wears a lot of solid colored shirts paired with colorful button downs and likes to accessorize, especially with head scarves. She wears a lot of cool patterns intermixed with solid colors and is often layering clothing (even before season 2). She also wears a lot of Yellowjackets team merch.

Colors: Mainly Blues and Purples with the occasional Red.

Repeatedly Worn Brands: Urban Outfitters (BDG by extension), Zara.

Ideas of how to dress like Taissa:

• Wear a custom gold necklace that has your name on it.

• Experiment with fun, colorfully pattered layers (jackets, shirts, etc.)

• Have a staple jacket you wear with everything.

• Have a signature color.

[alyholmesz]

I will see you again

Idea based on @kittyfrisk9 post, Damian does get assigned the tales of Nebul and when he is out a Robin is sent back in time. But it is not the present day Danny in the past. It is Danny's previous life. (The other times are Danny messing around/running around for Clockwork.)

Nebul was born with pale skin, white hair and green eyes. His beautify was quick to be noticed by the priest who saw his birth as a sign from their gods, Thus he is named their future ruler. The stuff with Hotep-Ra happened an then Damian appeared. They defeat Hotep-Ra together but Damian does not go back evidently.

Nebul houses Damian and names him his personal guard until Damian can make his way home. (Nebul thinks he is a traveling solider from a far away land and he is lost, Damian does not/can not correct him) They spent time together and fall in love.

The gods (Clockwork) send Nebul a dream to let him know that Damian will be returning home soon, Nebul cries.

Nebul has two rings made and keeps the gold sun ring for himself and gifts the silver moon ring to Damian as a love confession and a oath that even when they are separated Nebul will find him again.

Then a portal is opened and Damian is helpless to stop himself from leaving even as he watched his Beloved cry.

The Batfam do not know what to do when they get Damian back crying and heart broken.

Time passes and Damian never takes the ring off. If he is out on patrol he wears in on a special necklace Alfred had made for him but otherwise it stays on his left hand.

The media go nuts. It only gets worse when Damian enters his late teens/early twenties and refuses to so much as entertain the idea of a romantic partner.

And then one day Damian is caught passionately kissing a pale white haired teen. A teen wearing a gold sun ring to match Damian's silver moon ring.

[guloriasetimu]

[ID: Two variations of a fullbody illustration of my character Ténta Va, a fat dark skin Black merperson with long curly/coily pale green hair. They also have pale pink eyes with dark sclera, and a pink tail with three green side fins and tail fin. They are wearing gold jewelry and adornments consisting of draped necklaces/bracelets across their body, upper arms, and the bottom of their tail, nipple rings, a bellybutton ring, and two piercings. They also have another piercing made of a fish bone. The background is a solid color with lighter center gradient.

In the first variant of the illustration, their hair is out more like it is floating and the background is a pale blue. In the second variant, their hair is more “dragged down” and the background is a pale gold/brown. Both have written in below Ténta Va their name in pink and green, and in the top left corner the date 6/8-9/2024 and my signature in the same colors. (End ID).]

This was meant to be a sketch but it went away from me a bit. I would say “my ever few years drawing of Ténta Va” but I’m planning on drawing them more because I’ve put them into an OC group recently that I’ve been wanting to work on - no title yet.

First variant of this one is meant to be their regular hair and the second is their hair out of the water.

[shirohige-pirates]

A Truly Mythological Christmas

Cisfem!Reader x Marco the Phoenix

Also on Wattpad // Ao3

18+ - this story is going to get steamy in ways not allowed for your holiday Lifetime specials. Swearing, cheating, assassins, intrigue - you know, all that simple small town stuff.

Chapter 10: Date part 1

Note: I had not planned for the Date to be two chapters, but... I needed a break. Like, I reached a spot that was just a good place for a chapter end, but also I was dying from the tension and needed to break it up XD

“Ugh.” You grumble, skimming over the contents of the severance package that was currently printing from Dadan’s not-quite-a-dot-matrix-printer. You were just happy it worked, but maybe it would’ve been better if it didn’t work.

“Bad terms?” Dadan questions, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke out of the window she had cracked in the den.

“Objectively no. The monetary terms are solid, and it has language to cover my ass at least a little. But the NDA stuff is just slimy.” You admit, holding a page toward her even if she can’t read from that distance. “I can’t refer to Persopero by name. If someone questions me about the engagement I can only say it was a mutually amicable decision to end it.”

“Legally obligated to lie, huh?” She grunts and you sigh again.

“I hate NDAs.” You groan. “Business-related ones are bad enough, but I can at least understand the uses for them, but this is just… bullshit on hot pavement.”

Dadan snorts. “Stinks and it’s not even feeding the grass.”

“Exactly!” You gather up the rest of the pages and put them into a neat stack. “I’ll chew on this tomorrow after breakfast. Maybe I can write up a counter offer and send it to Katakuri.”

“Am I leaving the lights on for you tonight?” She asks.

You flinch, but manage to keep your cool otherwise. “It’s a first date mom, I’ll be back home. I might be back late, I don’t know what he has planned.”

“Y’all dated plenty in high school.”

“The town lore might be that we dated, but we didn’t.” You smile as you say it. “Even Marco said we never really tried before, so I’m not the only one thinking that.”

You’d given Dadan the summary of your conversation with Marco when you’d gotten home last night. The boys were all asleep and you had a glass of water with her before you went to bed yourself. She already knew that you’d both talked about how you weren’t going to move to the city.

“Well, I’m glad you’re all giving it a go.”

“Oh?”

“Marco’s a good kid, and you two complement one another. That Thatch folds like a house o’ cards around you, and Izou would rather shave his hair than compromise with you.” She explains, blowing another line of smoke out the window before stubbing the cigarette onto the sill and closing the window.

“You an’ Marco always sorted things out as equals.”

“Hm.” You muse, a smile slipping along your lips.

“And you don’t smile like that when you think of anyone else.” She adds, finally making your face flush. “Least not that I ever saw.”

“Let’s just… keep that between us.” You grumble, feeling the back of your neck getting hot even as you tried to focus on the already neatly sorted pages in your hands. Dadan grunts and you feel like you already know why.

You decide to pamper yourself a little bit before your date and soak in the tub for a good long while before you start to get ready. Dadan’s house has one of the old, big, claw-foot tubs, so it was almost like having your own little pool. There’s no black-tie-only kind of restaurant in the town, but there’s a couple nice places, so you leave the really nice dress you brought for Christmas in your closet and wear something a little more versatile.

The teal dress was a little more blue than green, and a gold necklace and one gold bangle-styled bracelet was enough to bring it something more elegant. Sheer hose and classic black heels and it brought it all together. A little lowkey for, say, a company Christmas party, but nice enough to shine a little bit in small town, Grand Line.

Now all that was left, was not to get nervous while you waited for Marco to arrive. You did your best not to get ready too early, but time crawled while you watched the clock. Caught between nerves about the date, and nerves about losing track of time and having to rush to get ready. Dadan wouldn’t have left you to flounder like that, but once you decided to soak in the tub you gave yourself a good excuse to start getting ready a little early.

You sprawled out on the couch in a very unladylike manner, trying to will your entire body to relax.

“I can hardly believe you’re nervous.” Dadan muses, and you try to sink in deeper.

“Me too,” you admit. “I was all butterflies and fluster with Pero when things started. He was all smooth moves and sweet lines. Looking back it was so well-practiced and yet so stilted.”

“Cause it was insincere.”

“Yeah.” You breathe in deep and let it out in a soft sigh. “Marco’s all smooth lines and sweet moves, and maybe I’m worried because of that, but I’ve known this dork for decades. He’s probably sweating bullets internally more than I am.”

Dadan laughs. “So you say, but that kid has always had incredible focus once he made up his mind on a thing.” She takes a drink, poking at the fire in the hearth. “Sometimes he just maybe takes too long to make up his mind.”

She mutters the words, and you aren’t entirely sure what she’s said, but your own nerves have left you a little disinterested in your mother’s musings. Old memories dance through you thoughts. Moments here and there that could have been.

A few minutes later you heard a car pull into the drive. You did your best to pull yourself off the couch without looking too eager, but you couldn’t help turning to your mom once you smoothed out your dress.

“How do I look?”

“Prettiest girl in this town.” Dadan says with a smile. “You relaxed well, nothing’s out of place.”

“Thanks.” You breathe in deep when you hear the car door open and close. The nerves in your stomach are threatening to flutter through your whole body and you shake your arms to try and banish them. You weren’t this nervous when Marco took you to prom.

You could hear him coming up the steps and decided that old habits died hard. You opened the door before Marco could knock and you both froze for a moment taking the other in.

Marco’s eyes didn’t go wide, but the pink slowly crept into his cheeks. He was in a lavender suit with a greenish teal and gold tie. The color was flattering and matched well with your own dress. He tamed his hair a little bit, styling it in a sweep, and the whole thing came together with the earrings you’d seen him always wearing.

He looked really good.

“Wow.” Marco says softly, before holding up a small corsage. It’s a couple white roses wrapped and styled with gold wire. “Ah, it’s maybe a bit too much like prom, but…”

“As long as you don’t accidentally stick me.” You tease, not entirely sure how you’re going to handle this man bent low to pin a corsage to your dress. “It looks beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Marco smiles, carefully pinning it a little left of your heart. “It pales a bit in comparison, but they’re still pretty.”

“Compared to?” You question, looking down and admiring the blossoms as he straightens up.

“You, pretty bird.” He says softly.

“Muh, I…” You look up at him in shock, face burning before you grab him and force him to turn around. He lets you turn him, smug smirk on his face the whole time. “Don’t look at me right now.” You demand.

“Yes ma’am.” He hums.

You look back toward Dadan. “We’ll be back later, love you bye!” You declare before shutting the front door before she can tease you along with him.

The cold air outside is a relief to your flushed and flustered self. Marco becomes immovable when you get to the stairs, but he gives you a moment to cool off.

“May I escort you to the car, (Y/N)?” He questions softly.

“S-sure.” You step back so he can move on his own safely, and he steps down one step before turning and offering his hand.

Putting your hand in his, you let him lead you down the stairs. Marco opens the passenger door for you, and continues to guide you. Once you’re seated he leans down and kisses the top of your hand.

“Thank you.”

“I’m going to die,” you whimper, turning away and covering your face. “You’re welcome.” You add as he releases your hand, and shuts you in.

Marco gets seated in the driver’s side and gives you a relaxed smile as he backs out of the long drive way. “I won’t let you die, yoi.”

“You’re the one killing me,” you tease.

“I know.” He says and you laugh.

“You ass,” you say still laughing. Marco’s grin turns mischievous and he sticks the tip of his tongue out for a second. “Where are we going for dinner?”

“The Fanciest Place in Town, Tajio’s,” he says as he straightens out on the road and heads away from the house.

“The retired marine?”

“Yeah. He’s not at this one anymore, I think he’s working on opening one up in Foosha between here and where you live, yoi.” Marco explains. “But he left the place in good hands. Shinpachi hasn’t let anything slip.”

“I still can’t believe he named it that.” You grin.

“He was complaining that he was going to have to make sure he was the fanciest place in town, and that was going to delay the opening a little.” Marco says with a grin.

“Well, credit where it’s due then, if he’s going to try to honestly live up to the name.” You chuckle. “Too much work in my opinion, but his food’s really good. Aside from maybe a place like Baratie’s or Château de Charlotte, he should be able to pull it off.”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“So… how long have you been planning this date?” You question, glancing over to see his ears turning pink.

“The idea of it, for a long time.” He admits. “But I did have to rush a little after you said yes to make sure there was a table for us tonight.”

“And if there hadn’t been?”

“I’m sure I would’ve figured something out.” He muses with a sure grin. “I’m just glad you said yes.”

“You weren’t…” You pause and clear your throat. “Me too.”

“I wasn’t what?” He prompts.

“I was going to say you weren’t giving me much room to say no, but that would be unfair. If I wanted to say no, I would’ve said no.” You assert.

“The calm belt will know a breeze before you follow any will save yer own.” Marco says, imitating Dadan just a little as he says it.

“You know, the first time she said that to me, it wasn’t because of something I did.”

“Oh?” Marco glances over at you.

“She said that’s what it was to be her daughter.” You explain.

Marco reaches his hand out after a moment, and you thread your fingers through his. The gesture is nice, and the warmth is even more comforting. There was a lot of good in your life, and in the town, it was a blessing.

You felt a small pang of guilt that you couldn’t just decide to settle back home, but you dismissed it.

It didn’t take long to reach the restaurant. In Sphinx, it didn’t really take long to reach any given place, which could be nice. In this case it was enough time to enjoy some peace and quiet with Marco while he drove, but not so much time that it felt like you had to fill the silence.

“Am I remaining seated?” You question carefully as he parks the car.

“I would be delighted if you did.” He replies with a smile, stepping out of the car. You see the pep in his step as he walks around the back and comes over to open your door. “Miss,” he says, offering his hand.

Accepting the offered hand you step out easily, slipping your arm around his after he closes the car door. The gesture and the warmth are appreciated.

“You are really beautiful tonight.” Marco says before you get to the door.

“You’re unfairly handsome tonight as well,” you say, keeping your eyes ahead to save yourself warming up again before the night even got started.

“Unfairly?” He prompts, sparing you and not leaning over to try and catch your gaze.

“No one should be able to look that sexy in a lavender suit.” You pout, and Marco coughs. He’s covering his face a little with his hand, blush creeping up his cheeks more than he can cover. “Ooooh, you do still fluster.”

“A truce?”

You laugh. “But you’re sexy when you blush, pretty bird.”

“I’m glad you think so, pajaro bonito.”

You stop entirely, turning away and hiding your face in your hands for a moment before fanning yourself in the cool air. “Why does the same phrase in a different language do that?”

“Truce?” Marco prompts again, the warmth of his body near your back, and his voice right by your ear.

“… Truce.” You agree.

[coryosbaby]

hi love!!! i am so in love with your blog and content !! you’re amazing !!

i was wondering if i could request ethan x afro-latina! reader. i was imagining a scenario where he’s introduced to her by the group and he’s pulled in because of her aura. i don’t think there’s anything else specific i’m thinking of other than her wearing a lot of gold jewelry and having a small tattoo of whatever you want in between her boobs bc i love when girls have that 🤭

ty for reading this !!!!

- 🥥

Ethan Landry x Afro Latina! Reader

Thank you so so much, love. Was getting major hippie/summer-ey vibes from this so decided to write the reader that way. This is like, insanely short but I’m thinking ab making this a series w different parts. If this doesn’t appeal to you, feel free to write to me and ask for a redo <3

Warnings: none, just Ethan pining over the reader :)

When Tara says that she has a new friend that she wants everyone to meet, they agree to meet up and go bowling together. Ethan and Chad conversating over a video game as they walk into the door of the bowling alley, a water bottle resting in both boy’s hands.

Sitting at a table with the group is where Ethan first sees her.

A girl, and an unfamiliar one, it seems. This must be Tara’s new friend.

Its during summer, by the way. A specific detail, yet it remains because of how much the girl reminds Ethan of the season. She has captivating, warm eyes, a beautiful complexion, and a natural look to her glazed features. A sliver of soft brown skin peeks out through her slightly cropped shirt. Golden rings and necklaces hang off of her fingers and neck, and in between her tits rests the numbers 444 in solid black ink.

He tries not to stare at her for too long.

When they get there Tara tells the girl their names one by one. Her eyes set on Ethan when she feels his gaze on her.

She smiles at him, and Ethan’s heart begins to run rampant, his face flushing cherry red as she shakes his hand and greets him with one singular word.

“Hi.” Her voice is angelic, just like her.

“Hey.”

He doesn’t mean for his words to sound hushed and quiet, and he definitely doesn’t mean for his hand to hold onto hers for so long, but it does. She rubs a small circle into his skin and then lets out a giggle as she lets go.

“Tara didn’t tell me that she had a cute friend.”

[scarrabear]

QUOGAN HEADCANONS PART 2

hi again!!! I'm back with part 2. I honestly expected to finish my thoughts but yeah I talk a lot and just have so many thoughts soooo I'm still not done!

College Years

Logan and Michael helped Quinn and her family set up her dorm room (she has her own room but has communal bathrooms)

Logan buys his first condo to live in for college years with the plan of using it as an investment property in the future. (This could be the apartment we see Quinn at in Zoey 102??)

Logan gifted Quinn a gold necklace of his name and Quinn got him a (vegan) leather bracelet with her name on it before move in day!

Logan was very intimidated at first and didn't think he was smart enough for UCLA but Quinn and his group of friends helped encourage him.

Quinn was nervous about making friends and was one of very few girls in her class at Caltech. Logan and the gang (especially Zoey and Lola) helped boost her confidence and help block out any sexism she would endure as a women in STEM.

Their first semester there was some uncertainty on both ends on if their relationship would last, plus people kept telling them "oh high school relationships fail just dump them". Scheduling time to speak to one another on the phone and in person meet ups was hard at first but the two realized how worth it their love was.

Quinn realized a month into her first semester that no guy compared to Logan in terms of attentiveness. Logan realized how truly lucky he was to have Quinn after only spending a few weeks in school listening to his classmates *try* to sound smart.

After the first year, Quinn got a summer internship at a TekMate (currently in a crisis competing with the iPhone) and this began her working her way up the company. Logan worked as a producer's assistant for one of his father's films aka this being one of the most humbling experiences for him.

^^ that summer, Quinn lived with Logan in his condo that first summer and yeah the two had lots of sex but also learned what being in an adult relationship consists of (budgeting, grocery shopping, chores, etc.) Quinn was also saving up to rent her own place.

During Logan's 3rd year at UCLA in my mind is where he meets Jared (a new character in Zoey 102 and one of his groomsmen), the son of fellow rich/successful movie producers and Malcolm asks him to help adjust to UCLA. The two become close immediately and Logan introduces him to Quinn like a week after knowing each other.

Jared and Quinn are both gleeks. Quinn only started watching because of the character Quinn Fabray and they get Logan on board too. Quinn dresses up as a cheerio one halloween and Jared and Logan are Warblers.

In 102, Jared is confirmed gay and has a longtime partner. Back in 2010-ish, Jared was probably scared shitless to come out to Logan but wanted to because he started seeing someone, presumably his partner. Logan was the one to ask Jared "so are you and (insert name)..." to which jared opens his eyes and Logan interrupts trying to calm him down saying "its totally cool if you are! Quinn is from Seattle you know so she's cool with it too!" this causes Jared to tear up and the two share a bro hug.

Logan and Quinn start becoming more and more comfortable in his own masculinity/femininity respectively and their sexualities.

Every summer up until graduation Quinn worked at TekMate, eventually being offered a position as an invention consultant at age 23. Logan threw her a huge party.

Logan dealt with accusations all through college that he only got in because his father bribed the school...he ended up graduating with a solid B+ average.

Quinn graduated top of her class wow who's shocked not me

Post College Years/Before Engagement

Logan continues to buy up real estate as investment properties but mainly lives in one "starter" home in The Hollywood Hills. Quinn lives in Logan's first condo (rent free) and the two have sleepovers quite literally every night. Their friends and family keep harassing them about why they don't just move in together but the two are adamant about it not feeling "the right time" yet, ie: Quinn establishing herself and wants to be financially steady and Logan respecting her space but also building up his producing credentials.

Logan proposed for the first time not long after they graduated to which Quinn said she wasn't ready yet. This prompted them to have the discussion about living separately for a while. Not only did this make their relationships stronger, but helped them grow as individuals. (Logan kept the engagement ring)

Like in the movie, Logan was openly stating he wanted to marry Quinn but respected her needs. She probably wanted to establish her own name in the tech world before being known as JUST "Logan Reese's wife". Quinn always reassured him though she would eventually say yes and would let him know when she was ready.

They buy their first home together after 10 years of dating (age 27). Around this time as well, the CEO of TekMate announces they are stepping down from the position and they suggest Quinn be one of a select few to begin the training process to take over. Quinn is eventually chosen as the new CEO a year later at age 28, the youngest and first female in the company's history.

Shortly after Quinn becomes CEO, Camille (new character from Zoey 102 and one of her bridesmaids) is hired as head of marketing for TekMate. the two become fast friends and Quinn immediately introduces her to Logan who is just ecstatic. Camille also gets along great with Lola, Michael, Stacey, Mark, and Jared.

Logan entrusts Camille to text or call him whenever Quinn is stressed at work.

The idea of of developing the unbreakable see-through phone comes when at a party, Logan randomly wonders what would happen if he ran over his old iPhone with his new car (one of his new cars I should say).

on their anniversary every year, they take a trip to a different area of the world.

Logan and Quinn go all out for decorating their house for Halloween, Christmas, Hanukkah, and Valentines Day.

Lyric was the one who asked the couple the most on when they would get married.

When the unbreakable see through phone was getting closer and closer to launch, Forbes magazine cover, etc. is when Quinn felt she was truly established as "Quinn Pensky, the inventor" and when she told Logan she was ready to get married, he cried. He also told her he still wanted to propose to her to which she anxiously anticipated it.

Yeah Part 3 coming soon!!! Thanks again for reading you lovelies <3

[animeprincessforever]

Kanato Sakamaki X Childhood Friend Sadistic Reader

Can’t wait!

Prologue-Your POV YEARS AGO:

I twirled around in my brand new dress. I was so excited today father said he’ll spend time with me. As I danced around I fell into a different place. You see I’m a princess of the magical beings like Witches and Wizards. My family is know as the Burton’s. I’m still in training as I said a spell that cause me to go into an unfamiliar place. It was dark. Scary. Nothing I’ve seen I come to find out that it was what I will now know is the Sakamaki Mansion. I freaked. What is this place? I decided to explore. As I walked in I saw a boy with purple hair. “Hello?” He tilted his head. “Who are you?” I gulped “I’m (Y/n) Burton! I’m a princess!” He tilted his head again and clutched his bear. “I am Kanato Sakamaki. You are pretty! Your my best friend now!” Before I could answer a woman came along and yelled “what do you think you’re doing near my precious song bird?” I flinched “I-I-I-I uh.” She slapped me and said “Answer me at once!” Before I could speak I heard a male voice. “Cordelia.” The girl turned and wrapped her arms around the man who had light pink hair and a kind smile. The woman said “this wretched girl it’s tormenting poor Kanato.” I was shaking and tears fell down my face ‘mama. Papa.’ I thought and started to panic. The man knelt down to my eye level and said “hello ms.burton. I’m sorry for my wife. I’m Karlheinz. I know your father Loid Burton. Can you tell me how you got here?” I nodded and sniffled “I accidentally said teleported myself here. I’m sorry!” He smiled “it’s okay let’s take you home.” The boy Kanato said “wait! Here!” He gave me a beautiful locket (the locket-Rose Oval Locket, Necklace, 14K Solid Gold, Locket Necklace Gifts ...Pinterest) and said “this is for our friendship!” I smiled “thank you!” With that I left and never saw the boy again.

YEARS LATER

My father and mother had passed so it was just me now. I was Queen and very nervous. I still wanted to live but it happens. I did meetings and stuff which was always boring. Unfortunately today is a dad I have a meeting so I put on a dress. (The dress-Pin pagePin page) as I waiting in the meeting room (the room-Buckingham palacePinterest) I made my way to my chair. ‘Ugh why can’t I use magic all the time! It’s so boring!’ I thought as I sat in my chair. (The chair-https://pin.it/4HGlB9zD4) I sighed as I waited for the guests. All the sudden I heard a voice. “Ms.(Y/n) it’s been awhile. I’m sorry for the loss of your parents.” It was Karlhienz. I curtsied. “Thank you. Now let’s get to business now. Shall we?” He chuckled “ah just like your father. I expected for you to be more like your mother.” I laughed “now with all do respect to my beloved mother. I wouldn’t be much of a queen now would I? I would have fallen and be a disgrace to the Burton name. Now business about the human world.” As we chatted I mentioned a girl. “Mr.Heniz I recommend you stay away from the mansion were your boys live.” I said as I stood up and walked to the window. I glanced over as I saw him tilt his head “oh? What do you mean by that exactly?” I giggled “you see the new bride. She has a familiar person locked inside her. One of your wives. Cordelia.” He said “so I expect the awakening will come?” I smiled “yes. Just what you’ve been waiting for.” Later the meeting ended.

Time skip

I sighed and went into my chambers. (Your room-royalinteriorPinterest) I then got changed into my nightgown (the nightgown-100% Cotton Nightgown Princess Nightdress Royal Pijama Ladies ...Pinterest) I giggled as I plopped in bed. “Things are going to change around the Sakamaki Family! Oh I can’t wait to watch the show!” I heard a voice. “What are you talking about?” I then saw Kanato. I smiled “Kanato! Is it really you!” I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him. His plan expression changed to anger as he pushed me away “I hate you! I hate you! You never saw me till after that day” he screamed as he pinned me to the wall holding my neck. I giggled ““Oh you hate me? Well I missed you!” He yelled “lies! Answer my question!” I giggled as I got him to let go “I did what I had to do. If I came back your mother would have killed me!” He then grabbed me and pinned me down to my bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “oh Kanato. My sweet Kanato. How I longed for this moment!” I said as I gave him a kiss. He smirked “I will break you! And I’ll make you sorry!” I laughed “then do it!”

The end sorry it’s cringe

[shannonsketches]

I have a headcanon I'm curious about your opinion on if you don't mind, as I've seen many differing opinions on this.

In BotW, Urbosa brings up Nabooru by name, even stating her to be the namesake of Divine Beast Vah Naboris. The Divine Beasts are also believed to be based off of the masks once worn by the ancient Sages, and to me the way the avatars wear the old sage helms when you put on the Divine Helms all but confirms it.

The Nabooru we know and love, I am not sure how likely it is her name alone survived all the way to Hyrule, especially having the ancient part of TotK being over 10,000 years before the Era of the Wilds, and OoT being even further before that (at least as I headcanon it. Hyrule has been destroyed and refounded before. Why couldn't it have happened again?)

That being said, I believe that while the tale of the Sage of Spirit may not have made it to the creation of the Divine Beasts, her name did, often being a beautiful and strong name for young Gerudo. Eventually this name landed upon the young girl who would eventually grow up to harness the very power of the skies, gaining the graces of the newborn kingdom of Hyrule and fighting against her people's corrupted, demonic king, donning a mask that would inspire a machine that embraced her power and then mothering a bloodline of strong matriarchs who would carry her command over lightning in their blood.

Therefore: I believe that the Sage of Lighting from the Era of Myth is named Nabooru, likely unknowingly sharing the name of another great Gerudo hero from a time long forgotten.

That's a great headcanon, and it works well within your framing! And I agree that there's probably been thousands of children named after the original sages. It sounds solid to me!

I haven't read much on the differing headcanons, so I'm in no place to really compare them opinion-wise, as I personally don't place the Wilds Era with the other timelines. It feels to me like a retcon/consolidation of all the games, so I don't try to place it in concurrence, but I salute those of you who do! It's hard work!

This isn't intended to debunk anyone's theory, I'm just gonna ramble about neat things in Game Design real quick lol

I do think there are very distinct and intentional design pulls from Nabooru in the SoL's design that are not (as far as I know) consistent with other Gerudo design, including Riju and Urbosa. Though her design is Completely Different from Nabooru in OoT, there are a lot of very subtle detail references:

Credit to @/sidonisms for the model pull

The most obvious to me is the color of her secret stone: Despite the color for lightning stones in both BotW and TotK being topaz (Ganondorf's favored gem and pre-triforce ability in OoT) and it becoming more of a gold on Riju, this sage's stone is specifically the color of the Spirit token from Ocarina of Time (shown more clearly below). It's also the same shape, but I've dismissed that since they're all the same shape.

She also appears to be one of the few if not the only?? Gerudo with a vertical earring, where most of them wear hoops (also true in OoT! The other Gerudo wear studs like Ganondorf did pre-timeskip -- fun fact, Ganondorf wears hoops in TotK).

While most Gerudo wear an arm band or two, most of them are solid bands. The Sage's, I suspect, is intentionally complex (albeit much more simplified than OoT's) to be reminiscent of Nabooru's. The placement and shape language in her necklace, the placement and stone pattern of her belt, the golden leg braces that only resemble Ganondorf's also imply references to me (only Nabooru and Ganondorf wore the star shaped crests in OoT), and her neon lip color! Which I take to be a reference to Nabooru's original Ganguro Girl design influence.

ALTHOUGH,

It's also very possible that they split Nabooru's aspects into two separate characters; As this woman's high ponytail in a golden cuff, distinctly shaped/colored necklace, and apparent status as Ganondorf's right hand also appear to be direct references to Nabooru:

Maybe it's like Majin Buu and they split her into Nabu and Ru.

Or OOOOH MAYBE it's the SAME character, and it IS a direct reference to OoT Nabooru, since they both have the same eyes and lips and skin tone (and nail polish!), and she just changed her look when she started doubting Ganondorf. I think I just gave myself a new hc, haha, thank you for making me think about this.

ANYWAY!!

For me and my headcanons I feel exactly the same way about the Sage of Lightning that I do about TotK Ganondorf in that -- Yep, that's Nabooru. Also, it's not Nabooru at all. It both is and isn't. It's Naboo-AU-ru.

But my personal hcs aside, I think yours work very well within your framing and make a lot of sense! My opinion is "Yes, Good."