#sometimes two middle aged men are in love and eat people

[h3nr31ds]

Watching Hannibal and why are these fuckers so gay

“I don’t find you that interesting.” “You will.”

Why would he say that ☠️

[henneseyhoe]

COUNTRY LOVIN’| Cookin’ Soul

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Sometimes Sorie hated admitting that she was the only one who cooked, but If she didn’t cook, Buck wouldn’t eat. Unless it was something simple like an apple, or cucumbers and vinegar, the man wasn’t gonna eat. He did attempt to learn how to cook, realizing that he came from a generation that believed men shouldn’t be in the kitchen, and he wanted to change that so his daughter never thought she was only limited to catering and baring children like most older southern women thought of themselves. Of course he’s a man, so he didn’t realize it on his own, his own divorce being what led him to open his mind a little more.

Ultimately, he failed at his attempts. Some people just aren’t meant to cook. Sorie had memories from ages as young as thirteen when he would accidentally burn the chicken and they’d just have to eat rice and beans instead. She never complained though, it was still good—alright eats, plus she knew how hard he worked.

Didn’t stop her from calling her mother just to gossip about what had happened though.

Sorie would be up half of the night telling her all about dinner, the woman getting a hoot out of her ex husband not being able to do something as simple as baking chicken. Wasn’t cause she hated him or anything, she just found it funny knowing he still couldn’t cook for shit after all these years.

At the end of the conversation, Shonda would apologize for her daughter not being able to enjoy a complete meal after a long day of farm work she was basically forced to do. She wished she could bring something else over for the young girl to eat, but she was an entire hour away. It was another reason she wished she brought her only child when she left town.

It took Shonda a long time to accept her daughter wanting to stay on the farm with Buck, but she knew how much her daughter loathed the city. She thought their air was too thick and weird smelling, and the people were rude for no reason. She couldn’t take a breath of fresh air without smelling something that made her nose scrunch. Shonda agreed. She guessed she felt that way cause she’s never really been outside the low country.

Shonda honestly didn’t wanna bring her into an environment she didn’t wanna be in either, nor did she really wanna be there herself, but it was either the city or find someone to build her a house on her grandfathers land, and that would cost an arm and a leg these days. She refused to ask for Bucks help to build one either. Once she had finally gotten a deal on a home, she moved, but she felt she cried for forty days and forty nights before anything got better.

Apart from the circumstances that led her to learning how to cook, Sorie grew to actually love cooking and other activities related. She loved trying new recipes and new flavors, anything that would give people a chance to praise her on her hard work. She thought if she worked all that while, somebody better give her a compliment or two. after all, she didn’t have to cook anything for anyone and could have just worried about herself.

She wouldn’t do that though, she loved her dad too much.

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Closing the heated oven, I let out a tired huff, leaning against the kitchen counter. I had been cooking for about an hour now, and I was exhausted. I honestly wanted to just say forget it and let my father take the macaroni out of the oven, but I already knew how that would go.

My hair had been tied up into a puff to help me not get hot too quick, knowing I would have started sweating and felt disgusting by the time it was time to eat if I didn’t do it, and there was nothing I hated more than that feeling. Only downside is that my edges started to curl up, the perfect swoops being ruined. sighing, I walk out of the kitchen, heading into the bathroom to quickly get myself together.

I began refreshing myself, laying a cold towel over my face to finish cooling off my head, then I redid my ponytail.

While in the middle of doing what I felt was needed, I heard three soft knocks on the front door. I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head, another loud huff exiting my mouth.

‘Did people not have manners anymore? Who comes over to someone’s house, uninvited, all at 8pm? How dare they?!’ I thought, my eyebrows scrunching together as I tried to focus on getting my hair under control.

Three more knocks came after that.

“Daddy! Get the door, please?!” I shout, no response following apart from another set of knocks that had my patients, or lack there of, wearing thinner than a 35 year old white man’s hairline.

“Daddy!” I called again and sighed, attempting to toss my hair back into the puff that had failed, my hair sliding right out of the hair wrapper. I was completely irritated.

I grabbed up a brush and started brushing around the edges, hoping that’d be enough to make it stay put. The brushing was aggressive and so were the harsh bristles scratching away at my scalp. my arms were already burning from the constant flicking of my wrist, desperately trying to get that perfect puff I had earlier. It was complete sensory overload.

Tossing the brush somewhere back into my hair bin, I stretched and stretched that hair wrapper, getting it as tight as I could around my thick hair.

Then, POP.

The wrapped broke. falling into the sink as I watched it all happen. The scene replayed in my head, one in slow motion and the other in real time. Apparently my brain wanted to dramatize the already dramatic and stressful situation. letting go of my hair, I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head and stop the pressure rising in my throat.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Knock, Knock, Knock

“DADDY!!” I yell, stomping out of the bathroom to see if the old man had made it to the door yet, and of course, he hadn’t. I jogged out of the halls bathroom and into the foyer, grunting while unlocking all the locks. “Hello?!” Flinging the door open, my eyebrows immediately knitted together as I looked at the pair of men, both faces looking like different versions of each other. Another embarrassing moment to add to the books, remembering how my hair probably looks right now. “Umm, can I help y’all?” I ask, my hand immediately going up to fluff out my hair into a decent afro instead.

“Well, if dinner is ready, then yes!” Tony beamed happily, but my question was aimed more so for Trevante, as if him being with his father was a surprise. “And you?” I averted my eyes to Trevante, a bit of attitude in my voice. “It’s like that, huh?” The man mumbles, relaying the same attitude while ignoring my question and pushing passed me to walk into the house.

My face conceals the emotion I felt, but I really wanted to push them right back outside as they walked right passed me. “Finally y’all got here!” My father exclaims, coming down the stairs while finishing up with tucking his button up into his pants. Tony laughs and daps the man up with a hug to go with it, Trevante just giving him a handshake.

I shook my head at the scene and closed the door. “It would have been nice to know we were having guests” I say, crossing my arms. It was like I had whispered, neither of the older men turning or stopping their conversation to hear what I had to say. It stung.

I turn on my heels and walk into the kitchen to save me from saying anything I had no business saying because it would have for sure rose the dead with all the profanities waiting behind my lips.

While checking on the food, I hear laughter behind me, making me pop my head up from the oven. “You were just too cute as a baby” Trevante speaks, holding a picture of me when I was three. In the picture was me and my grandmother picking flowers from a field behind her house. We went back there almost every Sunday evening to do that, but with old age and her health on the line, we slowed down. We haven’t picked any flowers since I was a teenager.

I gasp and drop my oven mittens, speeding over to him with intentions to snatch my possession away, but he quickly held it over his head, his hand reaching and touching the ceiling. “Where’d you find that?!” I struggle to grab it from him.

“Where you think? Your room”

My eyes widened. If this was a cartoon, steam would have blown out of my ears right then. “You went in my room? How’d you even sneak in there?” I sneered. He obviously found humor in my agitation and confusion.

“Easy. My pops never pays attention, and yo’ daddy is blind” he smiles childishly and I suck my teeth. I stood on my tippy toes, even jumped a few times to get the picture back, but to no avail. “Give it!” I say, backing up from him and holding my hand out. he shakes his head, dangling the picture above my head.

“Trevante, give. It. Back. No-”

“Or what?” He interrupts, stepping to me. The smile on his face was wiped clean off as he stared down at me, my knees getting weak. I leaned on the kitchens island me, our eye contact never breaking from there.

I didn’t know what I would do, but I knew what I wanted to do. He chuckles at my silence. not even a breath from me being heard, but I was definitely breathing, taking in the sweet, yet spiced scent of him.

“Say please, ma”

Talk about a tease. Only thing that could get him to stop was the new feel of a presence behind him, interrupted by the two other men suddenly walking into the kitchen. I took my chance and jumped high enough to snatch the picture from his hand, then push him away from me, turning back to the stove.

“Woah! Y’all bet not be scrappin in THIS house like y’all two strangers” Tony said, raising an eyebrow at us.

“You only said that cause my baby would win” My dad says, Tony kissing his teeth. “Oh shut up. You just better be lucky I don’t got no daughters!” Tony argued, sitting at the dinner table, the two others following behind him. “Lucky?! They would have inherited yo’ skinny ass arms!”

“Skinny?! And what would you say bout Trevante, huh? The boy built like John Henry!” They all bursted into laughter and I chuckled, beginning to turn off all of the stove eyes to prepare plates.

“We all know he got all that muscle from Chrissy strong ass”

“Aye, man! That’s my momma you talkin’ ‘bout” Tre interjected, Tony shaking his head. “He only saying that cause my ‘strong ass’ wife decked him senior year for calling her fat”

“Man, my ears was ringing after that!”

Interrupting their trash talking by sitting the plates on the table, I set mine down first, then everybody else’s. I’ll be damed if I slaved away in the kitchen for them to get the first plate. I put Trevante’s down last, smiling proudly at my presentation. Macaroni, string beans, brown rice, and baked chicken. I knew exactly what he liked on his plate, and the proportions he needed to fill him, as I did everyone else’s.

“Thank you” He thanked simply, his hand softly grazing my thigh under my skirt, making me suppress a soft moan. Was I that touch deprived? Probably.

I smiled softly, sitting down next to him, a little hope in the back of my mind that he’d do it again.

“Babygirl, this looks amazing” my father compliments, Tony humming in agreement as he takes a bite of his chicken. “Y’all actin’ like it’s a surprise that she threw down in there” Trevante says, doing a quick prayer over his food before digging in.

“Right, y’all got me thinkin I lost my magic touch for a moment” I joked, starting to eat. “Never” Tony shook his head, licking the juices from his chicken off his thumb.

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“Tell that one story, buck! You know what I’m talking about!” Tony shouted, Buck shaking his head and dismissing him with the wave of his hand, knowing the story would never end if they started it. “No, Tony! Leave me alone!” It had been an hour after dinner and both the older men had spent that whole time roasting each other like usual, drunk on whatever Buck pulled out of his old cabinet.

Sorie looked between the two loud men, her head cupped in her hands as she half listened to them go on about whatever for the passed hour. Trevante, on the other hand was even less interested in whatever they were talking about, tired of hearing about their egotistical trips when they were his age.

“Sorie, you don’t know the story of how yo’ daddy got his name?” Tony questioned, leaning into the table intriguingly as if she had said something interesting. Smelling all the alcohol on his breath, she leaned back, not wanting to get a whiff of anymore.

“No? I’m supposed to?” She questioned, again half interested.

“Lemme tell you!” Tony shouts, excitement lacing in his voice. Sorie held in a loud laugh, rolling her lips inwards to stop it from slipping out and interrupting the story. Trevante sighs and takes a sip of his water, already knowing where this conversation was headed since he had heard the story 100 times before.

“Now everybody know Jeremiah got a big ass forehead like he got antlers attached to the muhfucka, but that ain’t why we call him that, so I digress! but listen,”

Tony started, laughter immediately being heard around the table.

“Not the government name” Sorie, giggled, Buck playfully hitting Tony on his arm as he continues the story without missing a beat. “Growin up, we was hardheaded. We wasn’t soft like some of this new generation, and Buck was the worst out of all of us!”

“I wasn’t that bad, don’t make it seem like that” Buck interrupts with his argument, which Tony disagreed with.

“You were horrible! You busted that boys head wide open for a damn bill you thought he stole, just for you to find out the fifty was in yo’ damn pocket the whole time!”

As Sorie listened to the story, she feels Trevante tap her leg, then pull on her skirt, attempting to get her attention. She looks over at him and he makes a gestured nod with his head for her to follow his lead, so she did. Getting up without another word for the current conversation, the two walk outside, neither of the other other men bothering to ask where they were planning to go since they were too busy debating on whether their actions back then were justified or not.

“Yo’ daddy sure can talk a head off” Trevante speaks, sitting on the porch steps. Sorie closes the screen door behind them to avoid letting in any unwanted bugs, then sat next to him, straightening her skirt over her knees. “Tuh, I know you not talkin’. Yo’ daddy just spent fifteen minutes talking about Cadillacs and the 80s for no reason” Shaking his head, Trevante starts to chuckle, and Sorie could just feel that he was gonna say something condescending about himself or something completely out of pocket. “His favorite typa truck, and his favorite decade before I ruined the fun”

Sorie looks at him with no expression, Trevante just he shrugging, taking a pack of cigs and a lighter out of his pocket. “Don’t say that, Tre. It’s not right, and it’s not true”

“Just cause it’s not right, don’t mean it ain’t true” he says bluntly, tucking the cig between his lips and lighting it up. She makes a face of both sadness and disgust. Disgust for the pack of cigs, and sadness for his attitude towards his relationship with his father. Sorie always tried to stay off the topic of Trevante’s iffy relationship between him and his father, but lately it seems to find it’s way into their conversations, plaguing whatever good vibe they had going. He always maneuvered around telling her too much about it, and she tried not to pry it out of him out of respect for his comfortability and boundaries. It’d been that way since their teenage years.

When they were up, they were up. Most likely because of some huge accomplishment Trevante had came across, but when they were down, they were separated so they wouldn’t kill each other. Right now, they seemed to be alright. Aware of their situation, but uncaring of it considering they were use to the behavior of each other. She felt bad for him, meanwhile he felt bad for her and the dynamic she had with her own father.

“Okay…” She whispers and gives up on the topic, looking down at her sandals. He takes a pull from his cigarette, then blows the smoke up into the air. Sorie’s nose scrunched at the smell of the smoke.“Yuck” She shivered childishly and covered her nose.

She hated the smell of cigarettes. It reminded her of before her grandmother stopped smoking for her health, the same cigarettes being the reason for her lung problems now. Her grandmother always shooed her off while she smoked, but Sorie’s argument was she could still smell it through the door of her room.

Trevante looks over at her with slight displeasure, rolling his eyes. “Oh please, Sorie” he says, Sorie shaking her head as he uncaringly took another puff. The more her nose burned from the smell, the more she got fed up with his disrespectful habit. Disrespectful to both himself, and her nose. “Jesus gave you a shiny new body twenty five years ago, and you’re killing it right now” She argues, grabbing the cigar from out of his mouth and throwing it to the side, staring at him. The man looked back at her with an equal amount of disrespect, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Little girl, you must be outta yo rabbit ass mind” He squints and she looks away, still feeling his dark eyes on her. Shivers crawled up her back like a cluster of spiders as the breeze of warm wind picked up around them, though that wasn’t what caused her shivers. It was really his choice of words to call her a “little girl”. She might’ve hated that more than the nasty look he gave her.

She stares off into the swaying field of sweet grass, unmoved by his irritation. “I’m not a little girl, and I hate when you smoke” she says with no attitude, yet it still had a very large presence in her words.

“And I hate when you tell me not to smoke. now yo’ rude ass owe me another cigarette” he shot back instantly, her head swiftly turning back to him so she could give him a mean mug. She was more than willing to go get a switch off of a tree and whip him like her grandmother did, if he pushed her to it.

“It’s bad for you, Tre! Seriously!” he shakes his head at her, hesitating to close the carton of cigarettes.

Her face softens with a pout, making him kiss his teeth, tucking his pack of smokes back into his pocket.

“Fine, damn” He huffs quietly and she smiles, now satisfied.

‘If only he’d listen like this all the time’ She thought.

The silence of her victory stood for only a few seconds before he started to snicker, switching his sitting position and leaning his back against the porches railing. She raises a brow at him, confused. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…You care about me” He smiles, becoming his playful self once again. She blows off at his assumption and laughs, waving him off with her hand.

“Whatever, boy. I just don’t wanna see you croak from lung cancer at 40. Dark, but very, very true, and don’t think I forgot about you having asthma”

He lets out a hearty laugh, clapping his hands together. He wasn’t surprised at all that she remembered that detail about him. Trevante recalled how Sorie use to press him like she was his mother back in middle school for not packing his inhaler for gym class, but since growing up it had calmed down immensely.

“Just say you care about me! No shame in that. I wanna hear you say it, actually”

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but agree. Mostly because she knew he’d never let it go until she gave in and confirmed what he always knew. “Okay, damn! I care about you and your lungs, who cares?” She fussed, softly pushing him, which his strong stature barely moved from.

“I do! It’s adorable”

He compliments, but all Sorie did was cringe. She let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “Adorable?” She repeats and he nods. “Yeah..like, cute.” joking as if she didn’t understand the meaning of “Adorable”, he nudges her arm before noticing her quick mood change. studying her facial expressions for a moment and it’s obvious resentment of the word, he hums. “Oh, You don’t like that word…”

She shakes her head. “No, not really”

“Why not?”

Shrugging, she sighs. “I dunno. Makes me feel like a child, I guess”

He hums once again, nodding. “Mm, right. You a grown woman” he teases and she smiles, nodding. “A grown ass woman” she reiterates, snapping her fingers with playful sass.

“I see that. A fine one too..” He says, causing her to pause, all the sass she just had leaving her like it saw a storm coming. The new look on her face amused him. He loved how timid she became around him when he said certain things to her. One minute she was cool, and they were just two friends talking, the next they both thought about something a little deeper.

She’d had been called fine many times before, but when he said it, she felt different. like there was more to it than a simple compliment from a friend. Those same butterflies that loved fluttering around in her tummy made a grand appearance for what felt like the millionth time today, getting her all warm inside.

“Stop it, Tre” She looks away, her ears getting hot. He keeps going though, scooting closer to her and bursting her personal space bubble. The longer she waited to speak again, the closer he got until his lips were nearly grazing her ear. “You blushin’ for me, Sorie?” He queries, his voice smooth like velvet, vibrating her body. She felt like electricity ran through her with how he enunciated her name.

Letting out a sharp gasp, her thighs closed in on themselves, the girl jumping up out of her spot and brushing her skirt off. Clearing her throat suddenly, she looks down at the man who had such a cocky grin on his face. It heated her knowing that he knew just what to do with and to her, and yet barely did anything.

Thinking of something else to say, she crosses her arms over her chest. “Anyway! It’s getting late. Take your drunken father and get off my property, please and thank you” Sorie states firmly, but Trevante could see right through the act.

He laughs, standing up as she walks back into the house to avoid any more conversation of the night, afraid it’d end in something a little more eventful than him just whispering in her ear.

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[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons that I've been too tired to write cause work is kicking my ass

I feel like Nimona and Bal are very used to Ambrosius being a very honest and kind person 

Until someone has something his family wants then he’s a cutthroat son of a bitch that will use every tool in his arsenal 

Sometimes he’ll turn up the charm and act like a total prince and sweep unsuspecting people off their feet 

Sometimes he’ll lean into the ditzy role that a lot of insecure men tend to put him in 

And sometimes he amps up the “I’m one of the most important people in this damn kingdom you will listen to me” vibes 

He’s also able to accurately guess which role he has to play at any given moment and it’s almost unnerving to see him quickly put on that mask 

One time Ambrosius bailed Bal and Nimona out of jail (when they shouldn’t have been there in the first place) with nothing but kind words and a pretty smile

Haggled down the price of supplies Bal needed and the sword Nimona was planning on stealing (after the owner tried to sell it to them for outrageous prices)

And schedule multiple interviews where Nimona was able to tell the whole ugly undiluted truth about their “savior” on national television 

All in one week

It was as impressive as it was terrifying but in a good way

The reason why Ambrosius does this is simple 

He’s sick and fucking tired of the people he cares about having to fight tooth and goddamn nail for a scrap of respect 

Like sure a lot of society doesn’t treat the duo like the dirt under their fingernails anymore but their respect and their praise are mostly surface level

It’s why their friend group is so goddamn tiny it’s why they moved basically to the middle of fucking nowhere and it’s why he’s spent every single day since the wall fell trying to fight for both their stories to be heard 

So he uses the stupid tools that his parents forcibly sharpened from a very young age because in his mind if he doesn’t use them then all that training was for nothing 

He also has a very mixed relationship with his teeth and his smile

Ambrosius has always had some crooked teeth

His parents forced him to get braces but he never wore his retainer after they were taken off

After the second set of braces failed his parents gave up and just told him to never smile with teeth during interviews or in public (photoshoots can be edited after all)

And this was always fine by him because if he heard one more person tell him to “open his eyes wider” he was going to fucking snap

He was also told from a very young age that his natural tooth smile was very awkward and took up too much of his face 

He also views smiling with his teeth to be a very personal and private thing 

He doesn’t know where this sentiment came from but he has a sneaking suspicion it’s because for the longest time Bal was the only one who could get him to smile with his teeth

The other two also have some pretty messed up munchers 

Bal has a lot of cavities because he was terrified of the dentist when he was younger

He also has two chipped teeth one was from a fight and the other was from walking into a door while reading a book (in his defense it was glass)

Nimona will mess with their teeth all the time 

Sometimes they’ll give themselves random gaps in their teeth

Sometimes they’ll forget how many teeth humans have and will forget molars and they won’t remember until they try to eat 

Sometimes they lose a tooth in a fight and don’t bother to grow it back until the next day cause they like the look of it 

Nimona never bothered to pretend to be perfect why start with their teeth

For some reason after everything was said and done Bal was super conscious of his right hand while holding things

If he was holding something he viewed as delicate like eggs or flowers or Ambrosius’ hand he would always switch it over to his left side

He just didn’t want to break those things so he was careful while training his fine motor control

But he forgot that he’s in love with one of the most stubborn people on the damn planet 

And if Ambrosius wants to hold Bal’s right hand then he’s holding his right hand 

Every time Bal would switch hands Ambrosius would just switch them right back without batting an eye

It took two weeks for Bal to finally give up and just hold his hand like a normal person

And Ambrosius considers that a personal victory

[wrylu]

ugh thats too real like sometimes i feel too overwhelmed to know / understand(?) what im feeling nd my head starts to hurt😓😓 ALSO WHY RU SKIPPING BREAKFAST??? u need to eat luuuu :(

NOO school is praying on ur downfall like why ughh BUT I BELIEVE IN U i believe u passed them <3 !! omg twinsies cuz im doing math in tooo!! UGH PROCRASTINATION WILL BE THE DEATH OF US rip mkmi + lu

ugh i wish i was a silly little npc :((( no worries just living!!!! omg yesyesyes do what makes u happy lu cuz u need a break!!!!! draw all the middle aged wives u want!!!!!!

what the fuck??? whoever did that to u WILL get their just deserves cuz how miserable is ur life that ur gonna disrespect someone?? like how bad is ur life hello..... ( and ofc i care / srssrssrs<33 )

NO ITS OKAU talking a lot is the best trait ever i love it!!!!!

STOP THE SAME HAPPENED TO ME UGH I WAS ABT TO GO ON AN HOUR LONG RANT BUT THEN FORGOT MID THOUGHT

hellow 'gain mimi..........,,.... sorry i didn't answer earlier 😓😓 insert a poorly made excuse here....

ANYWAY

LOOK II...... UHM I SAID I'M OKAY!!! /srs I REALLY AM TGOUGH my food schedule thing is kinda messed up so when i eat breakfast niw i feel sick........ Which isn't great BUTT i'm healthy i swear !!! /gen i think

SCHOOL HHATES ME AND MANY OTHER. PEOPLE....... it's unfortunate really i'm just a bug.........,. I ACTUALLY DID DJDGSGGSGAA I got full points I really thought j wouldnt maybe that's just my doubtful-ness talking BUTUTTTT :3333 we are so twinning 🎀🎀 REAL........ I procrastinate everything and I have no idea why!!! i need help!! /sil in loving memory of lulu and miso soup........,.. (i misread "US" as u.s like the usa I'M SOBVING)

SAME but like id be a homeless npc that you can choose to kill or not and the majority of players kill them you know??? or is that just really weird and specific i don't know I just Talk. I guess!!! HSHSHSH i did actually draw my wives!!!! they're so epic dude i love old men!!!!!! <333 they keep me going evry day....,... /sil

IT WAS TWO OF MT FRIENDS AND I HAD TO LITERALLY YELL AT THEM IN CHAT WHILE WE WERE IN HOMEROOM���😭 it was mostly just one cause he kept spamming my deadname cause he thought it was Erm.... getting my attention🥲 i'm okay though!!!! :3 (thank you for caring that's a really strange thing to be thankful for but i'm odd like that!!!!<3/gen)

JSHSHDG I just feel like!!!!! I don't know!! but thank you :3

JEHRHELP.....we are twinning so hard dude!! /sil/pos dare I put the ribbon emoji again ,,,,,,,,,,,🎀🎀🎀

[nana-kom]

Hi 💕 yes I’m very inspired this week so…let’s enjoy it ! This is also my gift for my lovely (ew) @cutiedwaekki so I’ll hope you’ll enjoy 😘

This is a weight gain fic so if you don’t like don’t read.

This contain: weight gain, feedism, dom/sub relationship, dirty talk, and smut.

Maknae on Top

The Yang family was one of the richest in the country. As you can see, they had several businesses to their name, and their wealth had grown steadily over the years. Mrs and Mr Yang had three children, three boys and three heirs. The first son was directly destined to inherit the company and all the shares, while the last son was the one who had to marry well to ensure that the company continued to grow in wealth and fortune. But what about the middle child ? No responsibility for marriage or inheritance, he was simply destined to live his whole life in wealth and luxury without having to worry about the slightest detail, since his parents were capable of doing anything for him. And Yang Jeongin had understood this from an early age: he'd always had everything he wanted, and no one could refuse him anything, neither his own family, or even the people whose job it was to look after him. From an early age, everyone had been clamoring for him, and yet how could anyone resist such an angelic child ? At last, an angelic child with a gift for authority and desires each greater than the last. See:

At 5: his parents had built him his own amusement park.

At 10, he had his first yacht.

By 15: they'd built a restaurant just for him.

And at 20, he had become CEO of one of his family's companies.

Well, he was more like an absent CEO who entrusted all tasks to other people, so nobody had anything to say to him, you know right ? Because he was the boss. He was Yang Jeongin, all his desires was orders and nobody could question his authority. Growing up, Jeongin hadn't really had any friends, so he didn't really know how to behave around others or make friends. He'd never been to high school or college, nor had he been around people his own age. All his life, he'd had private lessons with very good teachers just for him. So, of course, bathing in privilege had made him bratty. And making friends was a complicated task, at least that would have been his problem if he hadn't been so rich, because when he had a problem he could buy the solution so of course he just could buy friends. He could buy anything, in fact, just to satisfy his desires. And of course that just made Jeongin became more greedy for everything around him, that could be for money, but also pleasure itslelf or anything else he liked. He was need to say what he want and people would do it for him, so Jeongin did know how to give order but was not really someone who could actually do thing himself, and he love that. He love having control without to raise a finger, he was just like a prince or a king in his own eyes. But being so greedy made him greedy for a lot of thing and it didn't fail, but it was the same with food: he'd started eating more around his teens as he got older, then discovered the pleasure of having food prepared for him whenever he wanted, not when he needed it, sometimes he was just eating for pleasure and for nothing more, he didn’t need to be hungry, in fact he was never hungry just greedy. As he grow up, he discovered the pleasure of being fed by others, and just become as fat as he was rich. Indeed, Jeongin now weighed over 440 lbs, and to him his weight was just something normal, he was an overfeed richboy, with a bit belly, big cheeks, big everything, he has trouble to walk, and was always waddling, but he didn’t care, everyone was here to help him so he didn’t have to do thing himself.

Jeongin had grown up well surrounded, at first by babysitters, then his teachers, but today he had something much better. Butlers at his service. At the age of 18, Jeongin had hired Chan and Changbin himself, two men whose job it was to ensure his safety but also to take care of his daily chores. They were the supervisors of the other employees in the house, the two people closest to Jeongin but also the ones most devoted to him, but also the ones who had had an impact on his weight gain. They always brought him his food, prevented Jeongin's futile movements, took his calls, and met some of his obligations. Chan was the older of the two and even older than Jeongin, which made him trustworthy and responsible in Jeongin's eyes. As for Changbin, not only was he reliable, with good advice on cooking, he was also muscular enough to help him move around freely. You'd think working for a spoiled brat like Jeongin was hell, but they loved him dearly. Taking care of him was like taking care of someone you loved, someone you wanted to protect, because Jeongin remained naive and more or less innocent, depending on who you were in his eyes.

As time went by, Jeongin had created his own family, or rather his own friends, so there was Chan and Changbin, his butlers, always there whatever the time or place, there was also Jisung who looked after the kitchens and the food served to Jeongin, which always had to be perfect. Seungmin and Minho entertained him when he needed it, one with his singing, the other with his dancing, they came when Jeongin felt like it and they even became friends, although they kept their distance because Jeongin was still an important man. Closer to him was Felix, who had originally been in charge of the pastry in the kitchen with Jisung, but during a conversation with Jeongin, they realized that he shared a passion for video games, so Felix could spend his afternoons playing with Jeongin. As you can see, everyone was ready to entertain him, have fun with him, take care of him and his needs, and it was in this harmony that everyone lived, to satisfy the maknae's needs.

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On a daily basis, Jeongin would start his day by waking up at the time he wanted and then calling Chan or Changbin to help him get up and out of bed, then they would help him get dressed and take him to his dining room where his breakfast was already ready and waiting for him on the table. Jeongin spent part of the morning eating and enjoying Jisung's dishes. He was then joined by Chan, who sat down at the table with several papers in his hands.

"Your parents want to organize a dinner party, they would need your availability."

"Tell them I'll call them directly," Jeongin says, taking a big bite of food as he lets out a groan.

"I also have your company asking when you'd be available to make an appearance?"

"Send Changbin to organize a party for the employees, it'll make everyone happy," Jeongin then said as Chan wrote down what he said. "Ask Hyunjin to come today!" said Jeongin, smiling slightly as he continued to eat.

"I'll send him a message then!" said Chan as he stood up, finishing sorting through some files himself, not wanting to disturb Jeongin any longer.

Jeongin then continued to finish eating, while Chan made calls to the company and to Jeongin's parents; it was part of his daily routine to keep Jeongin's affairs perfect, while Changbin was the physical presence in the company. Both were very involved in the younger man's life, but they both loved their jobs. Jeongin finished eating his breakfast, then Changbin accompanied him to the bathroom to help him finish getting ready. Sometimes Jeongin needed help getting dressed because of his heavy belly and his body himself, after all he was recovert with fat everywhere, even his finger were big, same for his big legs and triple chin. The most heavy part was obvious his large gut which prevented him from bending over and moving freely, but fortunately for him, he had Chan and Changbin ready to do anything for him. The day went on, quietly, and then Hyunjin arrived at Jeongin's big house, going first to a room reserved for him to get ready for Jeongin. He knew how to look his best for his boss, and their time together was becoming increasingly rare, so Hyunjin would do anything to make the most of it. Once ready, he left his room, and Chan accompanied him to Jeongin's bedroom, where he took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door.

As Hyunjin walked through the door into Jeongin's room, he couldn't help but look directly at Jeongin. Hyunjin always had to look resplendent, delicate and sexy, everything to please Jeongin. But when Hyunjin was face to face with him, his inner feelings were very different. Let me tell you how it all began. Hyunjin had worked for the Yang family since he was 16. His parents had also worked for the family in the past, and as Hyunjin needed money, Jeongin's parents had hired him for a short period, to see if Jeongin would accept his presence. After all, he was the only one who could decide. Hyunjin in the past, began by tidying and cleaning Jeongin's rooms. His bedroom, his bathroom, his kitchen, his living room, his gaming room - it was Hyunjin's job to make sure Jeongin had nothing to say about the cleanliness of his apartments. But it hadn't taken Jeongin long to notice Hyunjin's beauty, the way even while cleaning his body moved harmoniously and delicately, and as you know Jeongin knew how to see people's potential.

He then gave him easier jobs with more responsibility and, above all, no more physical exertion. Hyuniin had accepted, and with this money had been able to afford a dance school to become the popular and talented dancer he was today. He was now working in a company as a choreographer alongside Minho, who had followed the same path as Hyunjin. But one thing about Hyunjin, he had always admired Jeongin's body. Every curve, every bulge, every shape, the way he grew fatter and heavier and lazier with age. Hyunjin was just in love with Jeongin body and fatness, and his personally who know how to be at the same time a good dom and be gently and kind at bed only with him, because Hyunjin keep is perfect aspect just for him, his most sincere desire was to be with Jeongin. But as it was impossible they just were sex partner. It was when they were both 20 that Jeongin proposed a new deal with Hyunjin, and so he was chosen to be the one to fulfill Jeongin sexually. After all, Jeongin didn't need to be in a relationship to be taken care of, he just had to pay and everything was taken care of. But for Hyunjin it was different: this was the moment when he could let his fantasies goes and explore his feeling more deeply.

Now back to the present. Hyunjin had just arrived in Jeongin's room wearing a simple black satin bathrobe, his long brown hair loose and falling delicately over his face. He then walked over to Jeongin's bed, where the latter lay dressed in nothing. The only thing covering his intimacy was his enormous belly, which took up all the room in the bed. Jeongin was propped up by several cushions beneath him. His arms were coated in fat and his whole body was enveloped in it. His heart was beating fast, Jeongin didn't claim his presence often but when he did Hyunjin felt so happy and excited to spend a moment close to his boss/sexpartner that he secretly loved. Hyunjin then gently sat down on the bed next to Jeongin so that he could take off his clothes. It was a routine that Jeongin had established; he liked to be the one to discover Hyunjin's body.

Over time, however, Hyunjin had noticed that Jeongin was finding it difficult to make too many movements and was tiring himself out for nothing. So he decided to put on less clothes on him or clothes that were easy to remove with just a few movements. Jeongin put his hand over Hyunjin's robe and removed it with his own hand, then Hyunjin, once naked, placed himself on top of Jeongin and began to kiss his belly with tenderness. When Jeongin watch him like that and touched him, Hyunjin forgot everything around them and fell into a kind of different space-time where there was only him and Jeongin and their bodies against each other. Hyunjin ran his arms over his belly as he continued to caress him. He loved to see the comparison between their two bodies, and to think that even his arms weren't as wide as Jeongin's belly. Hyunjin then continued to kiss his belly, moving gently up Jeongin's chest. You could see that even with his enormous build, Jeongin had hardly any stretch marks - it showed just how much everyone cared for him and his body, as if it were precious. Hyunjin slid down beside him to find Jeongin's face and ran his hand along his triple chins, admiring his face and his big cheeks.

"You're so horny already, you can't even hide it," Jeongin said, smiling and running his hand and fat fingers over Hyunjin's face, which Hyunjin came to kiss gently.

"How could I hold back when you're around."

"You just want to flatter me, when deep down you're just a little whore craving sex..." Hyunjin then smiled and positioned himself on Jeongin before starting to kiss him.

He was the only one who could make him feel the way he did and make him discover a pleasure he could never have found elsewhere. When Hyunjin had first met Jeongin he'd been just a chubby, spoiled teenager, but over time he'd become a bratty slob always asking for more. And he was exactly doing that with Hyunjin. Hyunjin then moved down Jeongin's body before lifting his belly to reveal his member and starting to touch it with his hand in long strokes while his gaze met Jeongin's, who had started to moan with pleasure. He was no longer able to touch himself and that's why Hyunjin was there to satisfy his sexual needs. Hyunjin accelerated his movements as he placed kisses on his gut and gently licked the curves of his body.

"You're so fat…soon you won't even be able to move."

"And you'll become even more addicted to me won't you?" at the same moment Hyunjin released his member before this time sinking lower to the level of his hole and penetrating him gently.

"I'll keep giving you pleasure again and again...until you don't need me anymore."

"how could I give up my favorite slut ? » Respond Jeongin with a smile that makes Hyunjin gliggled as he continue to touch his lover

Hyunjin then smiled and continued to take care of Jeongin's pleasure. Deep down it was a mutual pleasure even if Jeongin was too self-centered to see how much Hyunjin was enjoying it. The way he talked to him, the way Jeongin's body was a fantasy for Hyunjin, and yet he managed to look detached and simply do what he had to do. Nothing more could ever happen between them, so Hyunjin enjoyed what he was given. And Jeongin enjoyed the pleasure he received, after all someone like him deserved what he had and deserved to have someone as attractive as Hyunjin just for his pleasure.

Their moment together lasted the rest of the afternoon, after which Hyuniin left the room, leaving him in the hands of Chan and Changbin, who had already taken care of preparing a bath for their boss for getting him cleaned up. Changbin then went to Jeongin's room and helped him to get up, then slowly they walked to the bathroom, where Chan helped him in turn and lay down in the bath, where they left him alone for a moment before returning with a drink and something to eat as usual. Jeongin smiled as he let himself be pampered.

"Call Felix, I need a massage." Chan nodded and exited the bathroom before running out into the hallways, calling Felix to hurry up and come.

For Changbin's part, it was time to distract Jeongin until Felix arrived. So he began gently soaping his body, running the glove over every inch of him. Jeongin was so big that washing him usually took at least 30 minutes, and then he moved on to his body and facial treatments. Jeongin remained perfect in spite of everything - after all, he was a spoiled child, he had to remain perfect, and for him, his weight was just a detail. A few minutes later, Felix arrived and Changbin then took Jeongin out of the bathtub and after drying him off with Chan's help, given Jeongin's corpulence. They laid him down on a table so that Felix could massage him. Félix then greeted Jeongin, who frowned.

"Hurry up, I don't want to get sore!" Félix nodded and hurried to get out some oil and start massaging his body.

Like Chan and Changbin, Félix fulfilled several roles for Jeongin: he was a playmate when Jeongin was playing video games, a pastry chef when he had a sweet tooth, and sometimes he was in charge of massages. Jeongin enjoyed Félix's small hands on his body, and the way he stayed quite strong in his grips. As for Felix, it wasn't his favorite role to be a masseur, and he much preferred pretending to lose at video games to having to massage Jeongin's bulges and fat. The massage had to last as long as Jeongin wanted it to, and if he didn't say anything then Felix had to continue, which could be very quick or last for several hours. Felix just hoped it would be quick; he wasn't as close to Jeongin as the others, but he loved the Yang family and even their brattiest child. After thirty minutes or so, Jeongin stopped giving in and Felix went to fetch Chan and Changbin, who took over to finish looking after their spoiled boss, whom deep down they loved in spite of everything. It was just an exemple of how could work Jeongin’s day.

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Other days could be quieter for Jeongin, well lets say different. There were simply days when he didn't leave his room, and Chan and Changbin had to do everything in their power to look after him as best they could. To make his desire happen and not making him angry. When he was angry, it was hard to approach him and something Chan, just send Hyunjin without Jeongin permission, because he was still the one who can keep him calm. Hyunjin was the one who loved his body and make love to it, and that was a stress relief for Jeongin and maybe for everyone because the day Hyunjin were here, they knew they would have time for themselves with no obligation. But this day, Hyunjin wasn’t here and Jeongin just wanted to do nothing. And in time like that, Chan and Changbin knew how to behave. So Jeongin had been put to bed, where Chan had added cushions to straighten him up, then they arrived with a cart full of food and placed a small bed table in front of Jeongin, before putting a towel around him.

"Would you like me to feed you, or would you like to do it yourself?"

"Do it, Im tired today."

Chan then grabbed a fork and began to gently feed Jeongin, who ate much faster than anyone else, he wanted more and Chan was just as fast as Jeongin, by the time he need how to keep him full and put many food in his mouth that could be asking for more for hours. He saw the food, fell onto his napkin, and Changbin then arrived on his side to wipe Jeongin's mouth and allow him to eat without bothering to get dirty. See how he was pampered in his elders, like the prince he was, because deep down that's how Jeongin felt, an overfeed prince, in love with food and with the idea of fattening himself. And of course, everyone wanted to keep watching him get fatter, because in the end, seeing him become so dependent on them would not only keep them in business for longer, but also allow them to be by the side of this bratty child for years and years to come.

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Ty's Kinktober | 11. Anonymous Sex with Eddie Munson

Summary:

Warnings: MINORS DNI +18, Seriously. Sex clubs, voyeurism, exhibitionism, drinking, inappropriate drug use, consensual sex, anonymous sex, Steve being awkward as hell, virgin!perv! Eddie because I love him.

A/N: I want to say thank you to my wonderful readers. I'm really trying to work on quality for you guys instead. I've pretty much just been doing nothing lately. I have no excuse besides the fact that sometimes you just gotta hibernate. In true GoblinGirl fashion, I was just kinda dancing around my dwelling and eating for like 2 months.

A reward for a great quarter and for Eddie graduating, Rick had called it. Eddie's turn in the upside down, and all the craziness that went with it had really increased his risky behavior and made for a great monetary motivator. Because despite his friend being a drug dealer, he still wanted the best for Eddie. He was the older brother that Eddie had never growing up. Rick wanted to mold him, churn him out as someone better than he'd ended up. Besides, Eddie was there to market to the high schoolers who wanted cheap weed.

Steve Harrington was crammed in the backseat, shifting uncomfortably. Every time Eddie looked back he had to hold in a cackle at just how terrified his friend looked. He'd cracked a couple nervous jokes about dealing drugs tonight. Eddie's reassurances to both of them lead to Rick shaking his head often.

Eddie spent the reast of the ride pestering Rick.

As Rick pulls into a parking lot filled to the brim with cars and trucks and other things, Eddie catches a glimpse of the building, people filing in. "Is this a strip club? You know we have those in Hawkins, right? We didn't have to drive all the way to Indianapolis just to see some tits." He chirps as a woman in a skimpy leather makes her way into the building. He could hear the thrumming of music from the building.

"This is better than a strip club. You gotta make a reservation to get into these places. This is the only one in the state."

"What is it?"

"Here," Rick chuckles, nudging Eddie. From his jacket pocket, he dragged out a thick roll of money. "This is for you both. Entrance fee is two hundred, if you want a room, it's another hundred for an hour. You got a grand here." Eddie's brows shoot into his hairline.

"Is this a brothel!?"

"What is this? The Middle Ages? No, man, this is a sex club. People show up to meet people and fuck. It's a good time. The only people they're paying in there are the bouncers and the bartender."

"I'm sorry did you just say sex club?" Steve baulks.

"Yeah, I did. Now, get your ass out of the car and have your I.D.'s handy."

"Hey, what if we see someone who we know." Rick passes Eddie a look. They tread on ahead and Eddie feels his belly roll with excitement at the idea that he might actually loose his virginity.

"Aren't you the Freak of Hawkins?" With an encouraging nudge, he leads on. Eddie feels his heart racing in a familiar way as they approach an awaiting bouncer. There is a crowd out the door. He follows the lead and glances at the rows of skimpy college girls and crowds of frat brothers in sheets made into Togas.

They pause at the front of the line where red ropes cart them off. A burley giant guard the door with a wicked mean sneer. "Please, look at these two." One kid at the front calls, looking like how Eddie expected Steve Harrington to turn out. Clean, pressed and swimming in nothing but Daddy's money.

"Rick. I'm gonna need some ID from those two." The bouncer grunts, giving the two runts behind him a doubious look as Rick gives him a pat to the shoulder.

"Were celebrating."

"Celebrating what? Bought a new trailer?" The kid in line chirps. Steve scoffs at him.

"Excellent quarterlies," Rick grins at the kid, looping his arm over both of their shoulders. Eddie gets the whiff of his cigarettes and cheap cologne. "And my best investor." The kid rolls his eyes at them As Rick starts to lead the two young men in by their shoulders.

"Vinny, do me a favor and don't let this kid chase any of the girls inside away."

"Just what I was thinking, Rick." Up goes the rope. Eddie grins at the guy as they pass into a dark red hallway.

"What! You can't be serious! You're letting white trash dictate whether or not you let me in! You're gonna regret-" The shut of the door seals off the rest of the entitled pricks words. Loud music replaces the sound of it. Eddie is appreciative of whatever guitarist was playing.

They approach a counter with two cashiers. Both assistaning people to start. "It's not about money in here. Just remember to wrap 'em up boys. From personal experience, gonorrhea is not fun." Rick tells them as they form a line to wait, and he hands them both a roll of condoms. Eddie is nudged by Steve, trying to see through the round window on the door. The throngs of people are bathed in the bright red light of a repurposed disco ball.

He follows Steve's eyes toward the rule board behind the Cashiers.

No minors.

No fetish shaming.

Clean up after yourself.

Always use a towel.

No outside food or drinks.

"I'm not gonna see some guy's dick, am I?" Eddie gives Steve a bewildered look.

"It's a sex club, of course you're going to see dicks."

"Eddie," Steve hisses.

"This is so fucking weird. I thought we were going drinking."

"Oh, they've got a bar." Rick replies like Steve was more worried about being able to get a beer, then he steps up to the register.

"Let's just get a drink, and if it's too weird than we can go." This has got to be at least a little cool if it's worth a two-hundred-dollar entrance fee." Steve narrows his eyes at him.

"I'm not gonna look at your dick." Eddie passes Steve a disturbed grimace as Steves words. "Wait, that came out wrong."

"Sure it did," Eddie chuckles and walks to the counter to pay. Steve mutters to himself in mortification. And watches a woman in a tiny black dress hang off of someone old enough to be his grandfather head up stairs on the opposite side of the room.

"What'll it be?"

"Uh, entrance?"

"First time?" The cashier grins at him. "What package would you like?" The cashier spreads a menu out in front of Eddie with a flourish of his hand. Steve approaches with interest. "It can be a little overwhelming at first, you know, a lot to take." Eddie watches as the cashier passes Steve a hot look once over. He pats Steve on the back with a chuckle. Steve shoots him a panicked look.

"What... what would you suggest for two... young... straight guys," Steve hints. The cashier gives him a lofty chuckle.

"Well, if you change your mind, I'm here all night. Our basic services include the bar, where you're welcome to order from our fabulous bartenders. I recommend Lindsey's Liquid Marijauna. It goes down smooth and packs a mean punch, while you look for a potential partner for tonight or simply watch the exhibition."

"Exhibition?" Steve asks. Eddie clears his throat.

"Probably people who liked to be... watched."

"Oh," Steve chimes while his spreading blush creeps down his neck. "Yeah, of course."

"That's the Classic package, but really, why stop there when you could sample the whole spread."

"There's more?" Steve chirps nervously.

"So much more," the cashier purrs. "The Gold package gives you all of that, an hour in one of our personal rooms, with a fully stocked mini bar, access to the buffetroom where you can choose what and where to eat, and the pool if you'd like to cool off, but I never recommend water as lube."

"That sounds kind of unsanitary."

"We pride ourselves on cleanly. The pool is also treated every night."

Eddie passes an impress look onto Steve. "Can I ask about the togas?"

"Yes, that's a very exciting event we're having tonight. If you want to you can purchase our VIP package and you can have access to go where you please, including Mount Olympus, it's the orgy room. There will be an excellent spread of fruit and wine before we name tonight's Love Goddess, Aphrodite. It'll be put to a vote. She wins our best suite in the house." The cashier holds up a brochure that showcases an expensive looking room, wall lined with every toy you could want. "And will be allowed to spend the night with whomever she chooses, and all of our ladies who have signed up for the competition have marked that they are single."

"Yeah, and how much extra is this VIP."

"Two hundred total for VIP access."

"You didn't think I'd lie to you, now, would you, Eddie?" Rick jokes, as he appears with a gold streak of paint down his left cheek.

"Never, man." Eddie slides the wad of cash out of his pocket and fishes out four hundred for the both of them."

"Would you like to reserve a room tonight? We have several rooms available for reservation."

"Let's see how the night goes," Rick interjects.

"Absolutely." The cashier chirps and then checks the twenties Eddie rolled out. With a satisfied smile, the cashier lifts his brush up, stroking it through gold paint. "Come forward my little Sex Club virgins!" Eddie steps forward with an awkward chuckle. A nervousness is sinking into his belly.

The paint is cold as a gold stripe is swiped down over his forehead, left eye and onto his cheek, stopping as it neared his mouth. When the cashier leans back, he moves to let Steve step up and the Cashier takes his time detailing a heart on his left eye in gold. "All set, go forth and prosper, boys."

Eddie feels his heart racing as Rick animatedly leads them out of the lobby and into the barroom. It's a club. The room thrums with life. The band is playing something dark and sexy. Edgy enough that Eddie doesn't completely mind the vibe. Above the bar he sees the exhibition. His heart leaps in his chest at the sight, like it was wrong. Despite him anticipating it, the sight of people actually fucking so publicly above the bar gave him a start.

The tits pressed to window as he watched a woman get railed buy a man dressed in a toga. Beside them was a man getting a blow job and the final room was empty for now. The bar was busy. The dance floor even more so, packed with people dancing to the live band playing in the corner.

"Let's get started with my last surprise of the night, at least as far as you're both concerned!" Rick shouts. He passes them each a little white pill. "Only one."

"What is this?" Steve shouts back.

"They call it Exstacy."

"What's it do?" Steve demands.

"What do you think it does?" It's at the bar he gives them a good luck and instead begins to trot after a blonde in a toga.

"He bailed quick."

"No kidding. I'm just surprised he didn't get a drink first."

"We definitely shouldn't take this, right?"

"Nah, he wouldn't give us anything crazy. Drink water with it and you'll be fine." Eddie waves down a stunning bartender with smokey eyes and cleavage. She rolls up.

"This is so crazy! What the fuck did we just pay four hundred dollars for!?"

"Dude, to get laid! Come on, you complain about all the sex you have and you can't handle a sex club?"

"That's in private! That dude is getting blown above the bar!"

"What can I get you virgins to drink!" Steve gasps in offense at her playful grin.

"Two beers. Whatever cheap shit you got."

With a quick lean below the counter, she withdrawals two cans of P.B.R. and sets them down in front of the two. "Someone as Vanilla as you, this is a cruel joke from your friends I guess. Stick out at the bar, Rick will be a while."

"Vanilla? I am not vanilla." She snorts at him.

"Sure," she hums leaning onto the counter with a flirtatious undertone that Eddie picks up on. He rolls his eyes and is gratefully distracted by someone pushing her way around him. She has to brush up against Eddie to get to the bartender. She weasles around him so quickly that she's essentially pinned against the counter and him. He's about to bitch at her because someone is now bumping against his front and back and Steve's climbing onto the open stool, but then he gets a waft of her perfume and decides it's not so bad. He can't see her face, but he gets an excellent view of the stunning curls that are piled on top of her head.

"Lindsey, please, I need a drink."

"You're supposed to be getting ready for the competition!" The bartender scolds but reaches for a glass. She fills it as the girl who Eddie isn't minding.

"Yes, hurry, they're herding us into the orgy room." The girl blinks and shakes her head. "Fuck, I can't believe that actually came out of my mouth."

"You're the one who wanted to show Jean up with your costume."

"IT'S AUTHENTIC!" The bartend laughs and passes her a drink that's blue and most definitely almost straight alcohol.

"Yeah, yeah. Now run for this month's rent!" The girl twists around with her drink and finds Eddie. He's nearly knocked flat at her and finds that he goes mute for once, only offering her a his most charming smile. She sucks in a breath, he sees it in the way that her chest expands. And he doesn't miss the gold paint that is like big winged liner or the gold lips she's sporting.

She tries to lean to go around and he leans with her by accident. Or maybe subconsciously he wants her to stay. She's pretty. And soft. And not wearing a bra. He'd like to fuck them, certainly. "Uhh, excuse me?" She tries awkwardly.

Eddie immediately feels his chest tighten at the girl who was... cute. Very cute.

Steve smacks Eddie's shoulder. "Dude, you have to actually talk to a girl you know."

"I fuckin' know that, asshole." Eddie snaps back. The girl's eyes widen, and she passes an anxious look back at the bartender.

"Uh, it's pretty packed in here and I've got to get to the orgy room!"

"Do you want some help to get there?" Eddie offers. She blinks at him in surprise.

"No thanks," with that she slips right past him.

"She a friend of yours?" He chirps. The bartender smiles a chesire cat smile.

"Yeah, she's not as intimidating as she tries to be. Give it another shot. You're just her type."

"Devilish?"

"Sure, whatever you wanna call it. A suggestion: ask about her dress." Steve doesn't hide his grin. Eddie watches the way the lights make her dress glow all the way across the room. He decides that he's up for a challenge tonight. And he'd really like to fuck her.

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Eddie doesn't stick around Steve who is hitting on the bartender relentlessly. She's laughing at his jokes at the very least. He explores slowly, finding Rick locking lips with a babe in the pool room. His clothes are soaked through, and the woman is working on unbuttoning his shirt. Eddie tries not to stare and lets his eyes pass the people sloshing through the pool with a game of volleyball. That didn't particularly appeal to him, so he moved on. The buffet was something new.

There was an actual buffet with a steaming spread that actually smelled really good. Some people were eating, and they were also watching couple eating things off each other, feeding each other.

He found the entrance to the Exhibit. And than he came to the gated off section. The Orgy Room was guarded by a bouncer. Only people with gold paint on their faces being allowed through. VIP access, he realizes. He throws back the MDMA, washed down with his beer before he even approaches the room.

The interior is decorated with the sheets and shimmery drapery. There are couches and ornate furnishings. Cushions and hookah, the room smokey and thick around the pond that was the centerpiece. Or it felt like one. The fountain already had people gathering.

The contestants were lining up on the stage at the far end. He grinned when he spotted the girl from before, sipping on her drink at the back of the line.

He found that he wanted to make her face lose that sour expression, wondering what she might look like when she was laughing... and then he wondered what her face would look like after she came. He's imagining her hair sweety and messy - falling out of the careful hairstyle she had. Face flushed and sweaty.

This room drew him in more as he moved slowly though the gathering people. Some of them already celebrating the festivities. She spots him halfway through the room. His eyes are on her. She straightens her shoulders up and tilts her head at him. Still, he approaches, holding her gaze until he stops a few feet from her.

He doesn't actually know her, so he can't be biased, but he thinks she's going to win. "Hi," she replies, not having to shout in here. Although her voice is stern, it's not tight enough to be completely dismissive. "Did you follow me in here?"

"What's authentic?"

"Excuse me?" She asks in confusion.

"At the bar. You said 'It's authentic'."

"Oh... my attire," she offers nervously. She glances down at herself.

"Are you saying it's historically acurate?" She seems to light up as she realizes he's actually asking about an interest.

"Yes, this is a chiton, it's the bottom layer. The upper class wore more dyed fabrics cause they were more expensive. At least until the forth century. That was around the time that the Greeks and Romans started to sew." Eddie find himself smiling down at the excited explanation she gave him.

"It looks really good. Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes! I even hand stitched the embroidery!" Eddie grins at that.

"Really? Can I take a closer look?" He asks. She opens her mouth but is cut off when they announce for everyone to find a seat because the competition is about to begin.

"Shit," she curses.

"Do you want to talk about it more after?" Eddie offers. Her eyes light up at that.

"Oh, you're really trying to get your dick sucked." His eyes widen at her bluntness, but her grin tells him she might not just be joking. "Deal. I want a sofa though!" He grins with red cheeks before he nods once and glances around. There's one close to the side of the stage that he quickly claims. He doesn't miss the stack of black towels nearby, he reaches for the hookah as the girls prep to walk on stage.

They're introduced as the Greek Muses. Eddie catches a glimpse of the fruit that's presented in a bowl. He snatches the grapes as the bowl to munch on as the night starts up. They introduce her as Clio, the Muse of history. He wonders if she chose that herself. She takes the crowd with statuesque pose. Eddie grin when she looks genuinely surprised that she got first place. She gets presented with a scroll of some kind, a basket of things Eddie couldn't see, and a voucher for the best suite in the building for the entire night.

The other women leave the stage as she's lead up to the chase that's decked out with an extravaganza of everything Greek. "Let's let our Aphrodite take her choice of Lover." Eddie's ear perks up when he catches that particular line. The woman's eye's find his immediately. Then she points and Eddie's got to drop his grapes to follow her up on stage. He feels hopeful when she

"Congratulations," he greets as she sets her things on a table. He sits himself on the end of the chaise lounger and watches her make herself comfortable.

"Ha, thanks, I just wanted to place higher than Danica."

"Who?" He asks.

"The red head. She's in my Latin class, she was bragging about winning last month's nurse contest and that she would win the Aphrodite contest. We argued, I said she should be authentic and she laughed at me for it. Besides, Lindsey said it was gonna be in the orgy room and I thought it was an excellent way to study something first hand that the Greeks actually did!.... And I really wanted to beat Danica."

"You want to study orgies, Clio?" Her ears perk up at that and she grins.

"I'm a history major, with a minor in Greek studies."

"Smart and beautiful is a dangerous combination," he offers. She snorts at that and snatches up a towel. "Towel?"

"I don't want to sit bareass on that couch," she replies casually as she shakes out the towel and drapes it right next to Eddie. "Did you get the hookah started?"

"Yeah, here." He offers her the pen, he feels confident enough to ask her a more risqué question. "So does that mean you're not wearing any underwear?" She glances at him as she straddles the chaise he'd chosen.

She hits the hookah with a grin. "Do you play a game?" Eddie realize she's correct very quickly as her skirt billows just slightly. Eddie finds himself laughing softly. There was an intimacy that came from this. Genuine. Any doubt in his mind that he wants to fuck her all night is far from his mind.

"I like games," he breathes. She was leading him like a horse. He was eating out of the palm of her hand eagerly.

"No lies. No names." He considers it out.

"Not even first names?" She draws another hit as he asks.

"No, for tonight only, let's act like lovers. Passionate and unhinged and we'll never see each other again. A perfect night for only us. No holding back. A genuine connection that ends in the morning." Eddie smiles and leans forward to hit the pen between them.

When he sits back, he blows sweet smoke across her.

"Anything for Aphrodite," Eddie affirms. She grins a dazzling smile at him and then eagerly leans closer. She captures his face, studying it with an open affection that makes his heart race in his chest. And then he takes initiative. Her mouth tastes sweet and coconuty. Thankfully, he'd had experience in this regard, when Kathy Higgins had made out with him to get free weed.

He liked when she gasped into his mouth under the full, eager kisses he was giving her. Her hands funnel into his hair. A groan shudders out of him without his control when she tugs it. He could kiss her for ages. The first taste of her already hardening his cock in his pants.

"Did you know the Greeks used olive oil as lube?" She manages to murmur against his mouth.

"And they wrestled naked with it, right?" He gasps back. He can feel her smile against his mouth her tongue flicking out against his open mouth.

"Mhmm." Eddie breaks away from her panting.

"Can I touch you?" Her cheeks are pinking in the same way his are. He sees how dilated her eyes are and decides that she likes what he's doing.

Her hands drop to his and the next thing he knows, his palms are filled with the soft and heavy mass of her breasts. Her nipples were hard, he could feel.

"Holy shit," he breathes out as he focus on one of his favorite parts of a woman's body. "I have to tell you something," he hums as she encourages him to squeeze.

"Yes, Lover?" She hums.

"Don't be surprise if my first round is quick," he rumbles.

"Been a while?" She hums playfully, diving in to mouth at his neck. He shudders under the heat of her mouth and the nipping of her teeth.

"I'm a virgin."

Eddie grunts as a hand snaps over his mouth. She glances around them. "Careful," she urges. "You say that and they'll swarm you." She pauses to regard him for a moment, a stern look on her face like she was trying to think too hard. "How experienced?" She whispers before peeling her hand back.

He shakes her head at him. "Kissing." He expression is still bewildered. "Are you okay with that?" Please be okay with that. Please be okay with that. Please be okay with that.

"Yeah. If I'm going to far... just say so."

"My safeword is bat."

"Bat?"

"Yeah, is there anything uncomfortable for you?"

"I'll let you know." He grins and leans up to kiss her jaw, his mouth is sloppy but she doesn't seem to mind. He experimentally drags his teeth over her neck and is rewarded with a fierce shiver.

"Defintely don't mind the teeth," she sighs out and he's chasing her as she leans back. Eddie follows her until she's pressed below him into the fabric.

"Can I eat your pussy?" He asks, feeling hopeful.

"Not yet," she hums. "Gotta work your way up to it."

"Patience."

"You said passion earlier," he taunts back, words muffled by her collar bone. But he used that to turn around and go back to her mouth.

"Don't push," she hums, "Pull me closer instead." A rising disappointment in his throat snaps into white hot arousal. She pulls him by Steve's shirt down on top of her and he can feel the heat of her cunt against his own arousal. He gives her a shaky sigh before grabbing a handful of her thigh and drives his hips into hers.

She gives him a low moan and his pride soars. He rocks back against her when she arches into him. In just a few moments there is a building between them.

His hands reach across her thighs, sprawling as widely as he could so he could feel as much as he could. His hand feels the curve of her ass as he sinks his fingers deep. He uses it as leverage as he ruts against her. Her mouth is eager against him. "Let me taste you," he groans. "Please."

She pants below him, eyes far away.

"You want to eat it that bad?"

"Yeah," he answers lamely. She rolls her eyes at him.

"Fine," she sighs. Eddie slides off part of the couch so he can kneel before her spread legs. He can smell her and is shocked by the deep arousal it rises in him. He always did have a gross fascination with pussy. He starts with kissing her thighs, that was always something girls cooed over in the PG-13 scenes that they loved so much.

It works though, he decides as she spreads wider for him.

First taste is fantastic. It's briney and filthy. The flavor fades on his tongue the more he laps at her, parting her lower lips to lave his tongue through the dewy residue she was creating. He sinks his tongue harshly into her cunt and she arches completely off the chase.

"You can use some of the food, too." She pants.

"Please touch my clit," she begs softly. His eyes snap to hers, unable to deny her. Especially when her voice was so tempting. "Show me," he groans. She sends him a desperate look and then slips her fingers down between her folds to do as she's told. He sees it, all red and inflamed. His mouth was on it before she could say anything. Then she's arching completely off the chaise.

Between her legs, his head shakes rapidly back and forth. She sucks a harsh breath in, he pushes her thighs further apart to lick as deeply into her as he can for a little more. She gasps when he sinks both of his thumbs into the hot little hole he had been so focused on. He parts her in hopes of tasting just a little more.

She's crying out under the changing assults he was testing against her. Loud whimpers when he discovered that he could push the hood back on her clit. He loved everything about this, he discovers. The taste, the smell, the feel and sight were all grounding him to this. She was getting loud as he slurped his mouth across hers. "Oh, baby," she cries out finally, in a hoarse whisper. "Oh, baby, please, just a... just a little more."

She was close. He paused only to gain leverage, hoisting her thighs higher and spreading her wide to drive firm licks to her clit directly. Hands jerk the hair at his scalp and he groans against her. She was rocking onto his tongue as he watched. He couldn't help it, her chest was heaving, breathing shallow and desperate. Little moans filtering into it. "Oh, fuck, please, please, I'm so close, please!"

His heart spasmed in his chest as she shot him a fierce look, one with big eyes and flushed cheeks. Lips parted. So while maintaining eye contact, he sucks hard. Her eyes lead the arch back, rolling into the back of her head as she arches off the chaise. She's so fucking loud it nearly hurts his ears, until she clamps her quaking thighs around them. His tongue finds where she's leaking, just so he can taste it again.

Until she pulls at his head, dragging his face out. "No- no more," she whimpers with glassy eyes and a wobbling lip.

"Just one more taste?" He pleads with her. She gives him the most pathetic look.

"Want... want to..." she glances between them at the bulge he's sporting.

"You want to fuck?" He questions. The smile she gives him is sinful as she nods.

"Do you want to fuck me?" She asks, he reaches up to cradle her face.

"More than I need air to breathe."

"Here or the room?" Eddie bites his lip.

"The room."

The room was nicer than he'd ever been in. There were toys that lined the walls but he could barely focus on anything other than keeping her mouth sealed against his.

Together they fall onto red sheets and he hikes her thigh up onto his as he grinds his cock into her. She's squirming below him, still sensitive from his attention downstairs.

"Pants," she grunts. He eagerly shucks them down, sighing in relief when he's no longer being crushed by denim. "Hey," she hums and he leans back to evaluate her. "Is it really your first time?"

"Yeah," he offers her and she bites her lip with a hesitation he's not sure he's reading right. "If you don't want to I under-"

"You don't have to use a condom, unless you want to." His brows raise and then he's just dragging Steve's shirt off him.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm, want you to feel it. Really feel it." Eddie groans as she grinds the wet folds of her cunt over his.

"Fuck, now?" She nods with a gentle smile and he slides his cock forward until it notches on something. Then there is resistance, just enough for him. "O-ooh, fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck, you feel good." She whines as he splits her apart slowly. He sinks to the hilt with little effort. "You feel good. So good. Fucking Goddess."

She moans below him as he draws back, just to sink into the end of her. He's already close. He can feel it. Coming with a low groan and a stuttering of his hips. She holds him to her chest stroking over his hair. It's quiet for a moment, and then his hips begin sawing back into you slowly.

He's still so hard, dragging his cock through his own spend just to watch it spill out around him. You're so expressive, he can't help but study your face while he stares. Neither of you are blinking.

"You came a lot," you murmur through your eyelashes.

"I'm not done, yet," he replies. His hands grasp at your hips before he really starts to kick it up his pace.

"UH!" You cry out, "Shit, you're big! Oh shit! Oh fuck!"

"That's it! Louder," he orders. He watches you hook your hands behind your thighs and draw your knees up by your shoulders. His hands slide over your ass to take the place of yours, pinning you more effectively as he begins to snap his hips into yours, moaning at how tight it makes your cunt.

"My pussy's so wet! Oh God! Baby! Never stop! Oh please, oh please, oh pleaseeeee! Uhh!" He felt you tightening as the obscene noises fill the room.

"You gonna cum, princess?" Your eyes snap to his and he feels the fluttering of your cunt.

"Hard," you gasp out. "Fuck me hard, please! Wanna cum on your cock! Oh gooooooood!" You scream, a heavy sob shuttering out as you tighten impossibly around him. He can't hold out through it. Your moaning and trembling are enough to have him cumming. He groans as he watches more thick spend spill out around his cock, still imbedded deep in your pussy.

"Jesus," he breathes out. You let out a shakey laugh that shoves his cock from your cunt in the prettiest of ways. "Fuuuck."

"Got another fuck in you?" You whine with a neediness that has Eddie chuckling darkly.

"Oh, honey," he hums. "Give me five minutes and you'll regret asking that." He drops down to mouth at your neck. It's vicious.

"Wanna leave sore," you pant underneath his next assalt.

"I'm going to be insatiable for you, just you wait, baby."

[ya-bug-boy]

hello, I can suggest a reader who is very big like a bear, but actually very cute and protective with Raihan, Leon, Piers (pokemon)

YEAAH LET'S MAKE READER A BEAR

Raihan x Bear Reader

Guys that are as tall as you and Raihan stick out like a sore thumb, but in a good way! For a big guy like you, you tend to like a lot of cute and feminine things. The way that Raihan met you was through social media. You were a big gay bear that specialized in fairy types and you take a lot of pride in that!!!! No shame in this house for you!!!!!

When it comes to the dating scene, Raihan has a specific type of girls he usually goes for but when it comes to men, he's very you-sexual.

But when it comes to dating Raihan, there are a few cons. People make fun of your belly and appearance online, saying Raihan is too good for you. People think you're being predatory on him, assuming your age to be vastly higher than Raihan to an uncomfortable level. You've seen the look of envy and scorn bystanders have for you when you go on dates with him and it makes you uncomfortable. You profess this to Raihan and he vows to do better.

Raihan calls out his rabid fanbase on this, being very vocal in his adamant love for you.

He begins to compliment you more and becomes more handsy. His big hands fondling you affectionately as he nuzzles against you.

Being so close to Raihan, you're one of the few that actually witnesses him in his weaker moments. He's not the confident playboy persona that he performs online. Even the biggest of dragons need a place to rest and you're his comfort.

Raihan professes that with his losing streak with Leon, that he sometimes feels like he's not good enough. But he does confess that he felt like he won the lottery with you, having stuck around for so long. Normally partners don't hit the 1 year anniversary mark with him, but you've been with him for the past 3 years.

You pretend and joke, saying that the warranty on you expired so he's stuck with you now. He laughs and comes to hug you, asking where he can get more guys like you.

Leon x Bear Reader

Ok. Let's be real here. Leon gets lost in the middle of fucking nowhere and you happened to find him playing with your herd of Wooloo.

You're one of the farmers that work with Milo, your Wooloos are used in his gym challenge! With that in mind, you're familiar with working with celebrities and gym leaders.

But you certainly weren't expecting to find the Champion laying in your favorite hammock with a Wooloo on his lap. Leon seems happy to have found someone to talk to and apologizes for taking your spot. You laugh and excuse his behavior and invite him into your cottage for cup of tea.

He takes you up on your offer, following you back to your home and the two of you have a relaxing day together. As hours pass, you require a new pot of tea and you even decide to make him dinner on a whim. It wasn't every day that the Champion himself would be this far away from the city.

In the morning, Leon decides that he would repay your kindness by doing some farm labor. You try to talk him out of it but he wasn't budging! So you show him more of your farm and garden.

So he stays another day, doing farm labor with you and playing with your Wooloos after. He's a fast learner but there are times when he makes a mistake or two. You comfort him when he apologizes and help him do things for a second try. When you call him back to the house for some lemonade and sandwiches, Leon comes back running, eager to eat your food.

But when he sits down to eat, you notice him frowning. He confesses that though the labor was extensive at times, this was the most relaxed he's felt in a while. Being a champion was tough work and he always had to keep a certain persona since he didn't want to disappoint people. Being Champion for so long, he's kind of...scared to think of what he becomes if anyone takes his title away.

You give him a smile, hold his hand, and tell him, "Well, you make a decent farmhand, I'll tell you that much." You two laugh and he feels more at ease.

Though he gets lost easily, he does vow to come back. You two exchange numbers before he leaves.

To your surprise, he gives you a peck on the cheek and runs away, flying on his Charizard. You belly laugh as he flies away.

Piers x Bear Reader

You're the security guard at Piers' show. You've known him for a good number of years.

You're the biggest and strongest guy out of the entire squad and you take a position right before the stage.

Piers knows you like his music with the way your head nods. You're always having a good time at work. There isn't a job any easier than this.

Marnie was watching one of his shows and decided to be in the audience instead of backstage. But then you see it, a mosh pit was going to happen.

When Piers realizes that Marnie is in the crowd, he tries to stop the music but it's too late.

You ran first, trying to make it to Marnie before the audience hits you. Mosh pits are no fucking joke, you can break bones here.

You manage to get to her first but because you ran, others did too. You lift Marnie onto your shoulder and shove your way out of the pit, protecting her the entire time.

Piers meets you backstage and offers you an ice pack. He can't thank you enough for what you did. Marnie pouts saying she could have handled it but you and Piers knows otherwise. She's still just a kid. But she also thanks you for protecting her when she sees your bruises.

He doesn't try to do it slyly, when Marnie goes to get you some water. Piers nonchalantly asks for your number.

At first he did it to make sure you got home ok, but you know he cares when he continues to talk to you days after the incident.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 12: A Missing Gift (Missing Star + Giver of Gifts)

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant x Amiee Huang (OC)

Summary: In where Amiee plays hostess to a party while Sinclair is missing. She learns later why he was gone for so long.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): mean jokes, defending loved one, kissing, hidden relationships, food(lots of food), gift giving, feelings of unworthiness, fluff and love!

Word Count: 5.4K (Sinclair's getting spoiled I know 😌)

A/N: Heheh so this story takes place before the events of The Art of Entangled Hearts which ,you can read here (come on i know u want to read it) . This little fic is just sweet fluff between these two and a little surprise awaits at the ending 🥹.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any person living or dead is just coincidence 🤣🤣 (it's not) Enjoy lovelies!

There were about 15 or so people, including Amiee, mingling in the spacious living room of Sinclair's flat, which resided on one of the top floors, in a luxury apartment building, in Manchester's city centre. All sorts of folks from work had come to the little, or more accurately rather larger dinner party he was throwing for the upcoming holidays, ready to gossip and drink fancy wine and champagne till their heads spun.

It was the weekend after all, and why not indulge, especially if you weren't paying for it. Most of the people there were from different departments though, she recognised two or three of them from her own. She was sure that they knew Sinclair, as everyone who ever met him could attest that he was hard to forget, and even harder to avoid once he took a liking to you.

Speaking of Sinclair.

"Amiee where'd ya say our office puppy went to?" Millie, who she had learned was a lawyer for the company asked as she sat down next to Amiee with a drink in hand. "I know he has a habit of being late, but to his own party? That's a new one even for him!"

"Honestly he's hopeless when it comes to time management, it's the reason he's always in the office so late sometimes," Amiee mused as she took a sip of her own drink. "He said he had some last minute things he needed to pick up and then left me to supervise if he didn't get back on time."

"Oh of course he would! Men I swear," she snickered, though there was amusement in her voice as she spoke. "Well, it's not too bad of a mess. I mean there're drinks and some amusing company I guess. Though, I wonder what's got him so tied up. Maybe he's gone back to the office?"

"Haha, I don't mind.” She actually did mind, even if it was just a little bit, but that wasn’t the point. “And I doubt it. Sinclair wouldn't miss a party, especially his party. He enjoys the company too much," Amiee continued as she fell into a comfortable conversation with the lady. "But," she added, covering the side of her face, and leaning over like she was telling a secret to Millie who was also leaning in to hear. "If he doesn't show up soon I'm liable to just start eating the food without him. I'm starving!"

Both women let out a laugh drawing a pair of eyes towards them.

"Be careful," Millie snorted bringing her drink to her lips. "That's probably a sackable offence when it comes to him. Can you imagine him coming back and all the food is gone?"

"It'll drive him mad for sure! I'm pretty sure we be his mortal enemies if we ever did that!" Amiee cackled doubling over in laughter at the thought of Sinclair marching everyone out of his flat because they had eaten all the food.

It was honestly easier to imagine than one would think considering who they were talking about. That man took his meals seriously!

"A sackable offence to who? Who are we talking about ladies?"

The voice of a man interrupted the two women, who looked up to see a red-faced middle aged man approach them and before he got near, Amiee could hear Millie hiss a soft,

"Not this dickhead." Before leveling a nasty glare at him.

He was a bit wobbly on his feet as he waddled up to them, and it was clear he was going to need to be cut off from the drinks soon in case he got too plastered before dinner was served.

"Bugger off won't you Williams? Can't you see me and our hostess are talking?"

As if he didn't hear her, Williams, whom Amiee didn't know, yet already disliked immensely, seemed to ignore the request to leave them alone, instead doing his best to join the conversation he wasn't wanted in.

"Aw come on Mills be nice," he crooned causing the blond woman's face to twist in disgust at the nickname as she looked away from the man. "Amiee isn't it! Still no sign of our friend Sinclair huh? Chaps probably lost somewhere staring at some billboard that's got him interested. Sometimes I don't think that man is all that there," Williams thought out loud as he tried to sit in the small space between the woman.

This only caused him to almost sit on Amiee's lap causing her to yelp and scoot to the opposite side of the sofa but not without her snapping at him with a,

"Hey watch it!"

"Sorry as I was saying," he continued, not paying any mind to the women who clearly did not want him to be there. "Brilliant at numbers but he's kind of odd fellow don't you think. Talkative too."

"Is that what we are calling people who are interested in a lot of things now? Because honestly I rather be friends with someone like that. Even if he is talkative, at least he has something of value to say, unlike some people," Amiee spat, still annoyed at the sudden appearance of the man and, the apparent audacity he had to insult Sinclair in his own home.

"Millie, what do you think?"

"Oh, absolutely. There's never a dull moment when Sinclair is around though," Millie paused to give the unwelcome guest a dirty look that was clearly telling him to piss off yet he stayed. "I can't say the same when it comes to some people."

The man seemed to be unaware he was nearing dangerous territory with the thinly veiled insults that he was hurling at Sinclair. And if he wasn't, well it was about to be made clear that he had overstepped.

"I mean he's a fine man, brilliant. But you have to agree he's a bit, I don't know, he seems off his rocker sometimes when he starts rambling about all those facts up in his head. It’s bloody weird!"

This had Amiee glaring at the man fiercely as he seemed to have realized what he said had crossed a line.

"No, I don't agree actually!" Amiee seethed lowly, her face hot from anger and her cheeks flushed, but not from the drinks.

Her ferocity seemed to catch both Millie and Williams off guard and had anyone else heard her, she was sure it would have caught them off guard to.

"It's fine if you don't like him, but if you're going to just insult him in his flat, at his party why even show up! If it bothers you so much, how about buggering off like you were asked to. And preferably out of here altogether."

Everyone seemed petrified for a moment as they all took in the way she had just told this man off. Someone she didn't know but already never wanted to meet again, especially with how he talked about Sinclair, who was goodness personified to her.

He had flaws like any other human being, but she wasn't going to stand for someone, especially someone supposedly on good terms with him to speak about him like that. Drunk or not.

The air was a bit tense between the three, but it seemed like luck was on their side in a manner of speaking because not seconds later, the door to the flat opened, and Sinclair was walking in with a few shopping bags in hand and a grin.

"And look everyone it's the man of the hour," Amiee cheered as she jumped from her seat to get away from the uncomfortable situation, leaving Williams confused and Millie hiding her laughter behind her glass.

"Sorry sorry hello everyone! I got caught in traffic trying to get back with some more food and stuff for us!" Sinclair explained enthusiastically as he made his way into the flat, shutting the door with his foot and greeting everyone. "I should have known I get back late, but that just means everyone is already here!"

Amiee smiled as she approached him, happy he was still in his cheerful mood even with the delay, and with all the alcohol in people's blood, they seemed to just be happy he was here. With food of course.

Finding her in the small crowd, Sinclair seemed to brighten up even more as he walked over to her while boisterously announcing,

"Also everyone say thank you to Amiee as the unwilling hostess! She's wonderful to put up with me and my demands."

Her heart leapt, and she felt herself become instantly shy when he said that. The urge to ball up a little was strong as the attention turned to her for a few seconds when a chorus of thank you's and laughter filled the air.

Mortifying wasn't the right word, but she did feel self-conscious as she nodded and gave a little wave and smile to everyone. A soft 'you're welcome' left her before Sinclair was swooped in.

"Dinner in about 30 minutes! Hopefully faster though because I'm starving! I'm stealing Amiee away for help seeing she's already done a brilliant job at keeping you lot entertained. It's a hard chore!"

There was more laughter at his announcement, as he took Amiee by the hand and began to drag her away from the party. She happily let him to, ready to get a break from the crowd of people, and that one twat.

Dragging her down the hall and into the kitchen where they could only hear the chatter faintly along with the low music that had been playing, Sinclair kept his boyish grin as he put the bags of food on the counter before turning to the woman.

"Sinclair that Williams or whatever his name is an arsehole," she stated plainly when he looked at her, not giving him time to tell her how pretty she looked with her outfit.

She must have changed when he left as she was now wearing a festive-looking red jumper blouse with a cowl neckline, along with a red headband that was adorned with a bow in her hair. Speaking of her hair, it had some more volume than it usually did which also looked quite good.

‘So cute.’  He mused in his head as he watched her brows furrow waiting for his response.

"Oh from the advisory board?" He asked nonchalantly as he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arm around her waist to hug her against him. She let out a hum as she hugged him back and deflated a bit in his arms already tired from a night that had only begun. "Oh, he's alright. He speaks his mind a lot even if it isn't the most popular thing. I think it's good to have different opinions even if they aren't said nicely. Though I do prefer them put in nicer ways no need to be snide."

"Sure, but sometimes you can have the wrong opinion and he was being snide," she snarked, as Sinclair chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss atop her head. "He decided to have a go at you before you came in and I let him know he could bugger off if he didn't like you."

"Was he drunk?"

That wasn't the question she thought she would hear.

"Yes I believe so," she answered, tilting her head up with a quizzical gaze at his question only to see amusement shine in his eyes.

"Darling you slagged off a possibly drunk man because he was mean to me did you?" Sinclair laughed in astonishment as he let go of her, only to find a pouty expression directed at him. "He probably won't even remember tomorrow, but it's lovely of you to defend my honour at a holiday party to someone you don't know. Hmm, I think it's the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me actually. Thank you Amiee!"

She sure hoped it wasn't the sweetest thing a partner had ever done for him, or she would need to talk to him about the people he had dated considering it was the least she could do. Granted she probably needed to have that pep talk too as she was no better.

Her pondering was cut short though by Sinclair who interrupted her with a cheerful,

"But also you look very pretty! I like the red on you! But red also makes me think of wine and stuff which reminds me that I'm hungry and I'm sure everyone else is!" He blabbered on as he turned towards the counter to begin taking food out of the bags. "Can you help me get all this food and stuff set up and brought out? Gosh, It seems like I'm making you do so much running around!"

The dizzying array of topics that he had just jumped through would have confused others, yet Amiee followed his train of thought perfectly, amused at how he related seemingly unrelated topics.

"Thank you 'Clair!” She beamed. “And yes, I will help you plate stuff. What kind of hostess would I be if I didn't?"

With a strong team effort, they unpacked the precooked food that he had bought for the party. Along with that, they also took things out of the fridge that had been premade and opened the oven to check on the food that had been in there staying warm.

Amiee only had to keep Sinclair from trying to eat one of the mini pork pies once. Though, when she had turned around for a second, he shoved a sausage roll in his mouth only for her to laugh at his puffed cheeks when he was caught chewing. He wasn't a very quiet eater, and it was very obvious by the sudden groan that he made that he had nicked something.

Once all the food had been plated on the fancy serving plates, and bags were tossed or stored -except one, that Sinclair said was for a surprise later. The only thing left was to bring all the food and plates out for everyone to serve themselves.

Giving each other approving looks, Sinclair leaned his head down as if he was looking for something on Amiee's side, only to find her lips being placed on his. He hummed in delight as they basked in the warm moment with each other, right before they would have to go back to being just good friends in front of everyone.

Oh, the woes of a hidden relationship.

They moaned as their lips hungrily clashed against each other, almost forgetting that someone could walk in and see them snogging like teenagers.

Pulling away, Amiee looked up at Sinclair before amusement blanketed her features.

"Sinclair here you have something on your lips," she giggled as she swiped at his lips with her thumb, trying to remove the lipstick that stained his thin lips.

He hummed as she rubbed it off before she gave him a pleased smile.

"Alright, ready to feed the hungry masses?" She asked as she picked up two different things getting ready to head for the living room.

"If by hungry masses you mean me? Then yes!" Sinclair answered enthusiastically, causing her to let out a loud laugh as she led them back into the front where people cheered as the food arrived.

The abundance of appetizers and small eats had been a hit, as everyone seemed pleased with the variety and the amount of things they could choose from. It came to no one's surprise, that there was such an abundance considering it was Sinclair hosting, and he was notorious for making sure there was plenty to go around.

Someone even complimented the egg tarts Amiee had brought, and Sinclair, once again, proudly proclaimed that she had bought them causing her to be back in the spotlight but just briefly. She would have to tell her mum that they were a hit like she knew they would be.

The party seemed to go on and on with everyone having a good time, and becoming more energetic after food was in stomachs. Someone even opted to do some mock karaoke to one of the Christmas songs that started to play, garnering everyone's attention and laughter.

Throughout the whole thing, Amiee and Sinclair would sneak looks at each other whenever he wasn't deep into a conversation, and both of them couldn't stop the smiles that grew on their lips when one saw the other.

They were hopeless. As it went on though, Amiee found herself tiring of the socialization as she had done enough for the rest of the year and some of the next. Her eyes felt tired, yet people seemed to be having fun still and Sinclair, the ever-energetic puppy, was in deep conversation with a group of three.

How he had the energy, she didn't know, but she wouldn't drag him out of his zone as she was happy to see him happy. But she needed somewhere quiet to recharge from all the noise.

So she made a decision. Surveying the crowd, she made sure no one was looking, and that everyone was talking to someone before she slowly made her way out of the lively room. If she didn't make eye contact no one would notice her.

'Amiee what are you doing you're not James Bond, this isn't a spy movie please act normal.'

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and it wasn't as if she wasn't well-versed in slipping out of crowded rooms. She was usually hardly missed in those kinds of gatherings.

The thought pulled at her heart a bit, and a frown briefly invited itself onto her lips before she quickly and quietly left the room. Once she was confident no one saw her, she kept moving down the hall until she was able to slip into Sinclair's dim bedroom, where the only light source was a lamp on his bedside table.

Cautiously, she closed the door behind her before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Freedom," she muttered to herself, as she padded towards the large bed and flopped herself face forward onto the mattress.

A long groan left her lips as she crawled on top of the bed sheets, and rolled herself onto Sinclair's side of the bed. Snuggling with his pillow, and inhaling the comforting scent that was him, she relaxed, happy to be away from the crowd just for a bit.

"Just rest my eyes for a bit, that should do it." She told herself as her eyes fluttered closed. "Just resting my eyes, that's it Amiee then you'll get up and go back and …yawn… be social."

Closing her eyes to rest them, she was unsurprisingly out like a light moments later.

It wasn't the noise that had awakened her, but the lack of it, as her bleary eyes opened to the dim room that was filled with silence. Getting her bearings together took a few more moments, and her sitting up took the same amount of time as she found herself more exhausted than before.

"Shit," she groaned as she wiped at her eyes to try and wake up. "Did I fall asleep?"

"You did!"

“Oh my god!”

Amiee shrieked, startled at the voice that suddenly came out of the en suite bathroom, which she hadn't noticed had its lights turned on.

Coming out of the room with a white t-shirt, and a pair of cozy joggers that hugged his hips just right, Amiee couldn't stop herself from ogling  Sinclair as he came towards her.

"I was wondering where you had run off to!" He started as he sat on the edge of the bed closest to her.

"God I'm sorry 'Clair," her apology was punctuated with a yawn that couldn't be stifled.

"It's okay! You looked so adorable sleeping that I felt bad about oh, uhm, what's that word you all use sometimes," he thought for a moment before finding the word he was looking for. "Mither? Felt bad if I mithered you?"

His attempt to use the local slang made her giggle, as it was so odd to hear anything but his posh upper class London accent.

"You wouldn't have mithered me at all, I would have gotten up, I was just dead tired talking to all those people," she explained while crawling over to his side and leaning her head on his shoulder. "Sorry love, I'll make it up to you at the next party that I know you'll be having."

"Which will be your birthday party you know. I still can't believe you haven't had one before that's absurd you deserve to be celebrated and I want to celebrate you but, you need to tell me where you want to have it."

"Sinclair no it's fine! Please don't make such a fuss about it.” She begged, wrapping her arms around his forearm and putting her chin on his shoulder which was accompanied by an endearing pout. “I don't mind really. It’s not a big deal for me to not have a party, just being with you during it is good enough for me."

"But it is a big deal because you were born and it makes me happy that you are here. And I want to celebrate my favorite person is that so wrong?" Sinclair asked, eyeing her with that longing look that he knew she was weak too. 

Ugh, how could she say no when he put it in such terms and looked at her like that. Damn him!

"No, it's not but, hmmm fine, let's make a compromise.” She offered which had him perk up just like a puppy hearing a door open or food being poured into a bowl. “We can have dinner somewhere but only with six people at the most, including me and you."

Hmm. Six people didn't sound too much like a party to Sinclair, but he decided he was happier that she was letting him do something special for her birthday to care. Plus it was her birthday.

"Okay! Deal darling a dinner party with six people it is.” He agreed energetically. “I'll let you be in charge of the guest list since it's for you. Let me know if you need help wrangling people. I do love people wrangling."

Of course, he did, though he usually didn't have to wrangle people, as he already had a magnetic and sunny personality that people were drawn to automatically.

Great, now she just had to find four people to celebrate within a week or two time. That was next week Amiee’s problem though, as Amiee of the present was tired and ready to just cuddle up into bed and snooze.

"Oh speaking of birthdays and holidays!" Sinclair chirped out of the blue now that her birthday event was settled. "I have a gift for you that I want you to have! It was one of the reasons I was late this evening, which sorry, but thank you for keeping everyone company. Everyone said you were lovely as a hostess!"

"Sinclair what did you buy me now," Amiee whined, as he scooted off the bed and headed to his closet to rummage for the item he had bought today. "You always buy me stuff you know, and you don't have to," she continued as he disappeared, and then reappeared in the room with a medium-sized rectangular box that was just a tad bit larger than his palm. "And it's always such pretty stuff that I hate I can't display at home because my parents and Angie would ask about it."

Walking back over to her, and sitting down, Sinclair grabbed Amiee gently as she wobbled due to the sudden motion of the bed dipping. Grinning at her, he leaned over to kiss her temple and then her lips, which she accepted with a soft noise as she leaned against him.

"I know, I know, but I saw it and it looked so cute and I thought of you because you're also very cute darling.” His compliment had her bashfully dropping her head and shaking it, as a sweet giggle left her lips that made him all the more enthused about giving her the gift. “But it also reminded me that you've never had a Christmas tree, or a Christmas topper for the tree! So I thought well this would be nice to put atop the tree this year instead of a star and you would also have a topper," he chattered happily as he handed the velvet box over to Amiee who apprehensively took it. "Plus I love being a giver of gifts, especially when I can gift you with things!"

The fabric of the box was so soft, and upscale that she wouldn't be surprised if he had paid the same amount for the box as the gift itself. It made her heart ache a bit only because while she was sure she would love it, there was guilt hanging around telling her she didn't deserve it. Making her feel bad that she couldn't reciprocate his generosity with her own.

He never complained about the gifts she would give him, even if they weren’t as luxurious as the ones he could afford to give her. Yet, he was always thrilled when she brought him something. And while she was sure he wasn't faking it, considering it was hard for him to fake emotions, she still felt a bit bad.

Noticing her hesitation, his hand fell to her lower back patting her gently as she played with the box in her hand.

"Go on darling," he murmured leaning over, and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Don't be shy open it! I want to see if you like it!"

Shooting him a timid smile, she looked back down at the box and took the top off delicately placing it down on the nightstand. In the box was filler paper, which she removed from the top only to find at the bottom a beautiful looking angel.

It had dark long hair, which had a golden crown made of flowers sitting atop its head. Brown eyes, with red paint on its lips, and golden angel wings that curved towards the front of the doll’s body. The dress it had on was a beautiful shiny red with golden flowers, and a red sash tied around its waist. The thing was absolutely gorgeous and Amiee was terrified of anything happening to it as she picked it up.

"An angel for my angel! She reminded me of you when I saw it!" He mused and it was so cheesy, but it didn't matter as Amiee was speechless at the gift and how sweet it was. She honestly would probably cherish it forever as she couldn’t take her eyes off the little thing. 

"Did you know angel toppers were the first ornaments people made by hand? Usually with straw because well it seemed like everyone used to have that long ago,” Sinclair rattled off. “We then started making glass ones just to put on top of the tree! Quite a long history for something so small."

"She's beautiful Sinclair," Amiee whispered so hushly that he hadn't heard her as he rambled on about the history of Christmas tree toppers that he knew far too much of.

Her fingers brushed the doll's cheek, which was smooth like the porcelain it was made from. And the satin, or whatever its dress was made of, was just as smooth and didn't snag like cheaper quality fabric.

She was so beautiful, and Amiee felt so silly when she felt emotion bubble in her throat as she looked at the doll. It was just a doll yet, it meant so much more to her than he could ever know.

"Thank you, thank you I love her so much," Amiee beamed leaning over and kissing Sinclair's cheek just in time to hide a tear or two that had slid down her own cheeks.

"Can we put her up soon?" She asked turning to the side to wipe her eyes and put the beautiful thing back in the box but not without admiring it some more. "I mean if you don't mind us changing what's on the tree already?"

A large smile shined on his face and he seemed to be on board with the idea considering that he was visibly vibrating with excitement. 

"Yes! Of course! We can do it tomorrow!" He exclaimed before looking at the clock and quickly correcting himself. "Well, later today actually but I think we could both use some sleep right?"

“Absolutely! I'm pretty sure my nap made me even more tired. But first I need to shower and get myself out of these clothes." She mumbled, remembering she had fallen asleep with her party outfit still on. "Mind if I steal a jumper for the night though?" She asked, putting the top of the box back on before getting off the bed to ransack Sinclair's closet for any jumper she could find.

"Oh wait I'll get one!" He suddenly shouted shooting off the bed and towards the closet, startling Amiee with how quick he moved.

It was those long legs of his.

"Here you go though darling!" He announced after a second of rummaging through the space before presenting her with another well-worn jumper that he had but not without adding, "if you could bring some of the ones you've nicked back it be great. I think I'm running low on them and I don't want to buy new ones. I could...but I like my old ones better more worn in you understand right?"

Brushing her confusion aside from his sudden rush toward the closet, her face turned warm at his ask before she let out a raucous laugh.

He was right though, she had stolen a few to keep for her own. She couldn't help it! They were comfy and she liked how his clothes drowned her smaller form. Also, they smelled like him and well…she liked snuggling in them when she felt down. But he was right, and for the sake of making sure he stayed comfortable, she would bring some of them back. Only some though because had to keep her inventory stocked up too.

"Hahah yes sir! Sorry, I’ll make sure to return this one and some of the others."

She saluted him before taking the article of clothing, and making her way to the bathroom for a nice relaxing shower. As she made her way to the bathroom, Sinclair gazed at her and kept watch until the door was closed and he could hear the spray of water from the shower start. Once he was sure she was in the shower, he walked back over to his closet where he had kicked a little black bag over so she couldn't see it, had she followed him to grab the jumper.

Getting on his knees, he reached for it and dragged it into the light before pulling another velvet box out of it. This time it was a much smaller box than the one he had given Amiee and more octagonal. Looking behind him, he made sure she hadn't come out of the bathroom, and when he was confident she wouldn't pop up, he opened the box to gaze at the ring that was sat cozily inside.

A beautiful rose gold band with a tracer attached to it. It had an oval garnet center that was surrounded by a halo of diamonds which were themselves surrounded by a diamond shape that had the same jewel in it. The jeweler had said it was a north star design when he picked it and he immediately thought it perfect for her.

He had gotten the call it had been delivered to the store before the party and he decided to fetch it considering he be out anyway. It was quite worth being late for the festivities, and he hoped that when it was time to use it, she would agree when he told her. Grinning at it, he closed the box and stowed it along with the bag somewhere a little more discreet while thinking about the moment he would present it to her. 

It was the only thing he could think about the rest of the night, and even more so when they were both cuddled in bed after her shower. Amiee’s head rested against Sinclair’s chest, and his arms were wrapped securely around her small frame as she fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. He hoped that this would one day be an everyday occurrence, and as he turned the lamp on his side off he couldn’t help but kiss the top of her head with a soft murmur of,

“I love you, sweet dreams angel.”

A/N: 🥹🥹 if you've read the story this ending may be bittersweet but i promise these lovebirds will be happy! thanks @renee561 for the angel topper idea it was so cute i couldn't resist not using it 😘 I hope this gave some warm fuzzy feels!

Also the ring inspo.

Tag: @deepperplexity , @mercurial-make-em-ups , @ringaroundthetown

[keldae]

Tagged by the incomparable @dingoat -- thank you! <3

3 ships

Right now, to nobody's surprise, Gale/Devi is eating my soul. On paper, they shouldn't work -- he's an educated, wealthy, powerful mage (who makes very poor life choices), and she's a much-younger-than-him thief who grew up as an urchin on the streets of Baldur's Gate, whose only "acceptable" skill is playing a violin (apparently pickpocketing and stabbing people aren't considered widely acceptable or desirable skills?). But in all the ways that really count, they are compatible -- they're protective of each other and their friends, and Devi's street-smarts balance out Gale's book/arcane knowledge, and her feisty-ness is another counter to his more balanced way of dealing with things (read: he's 90% of her impulse control). I suppose opposites DO attract! ;)

Theron/Xaja has lived in my brain ever since Shadow of Revan dropped, in canon-verse and in at least two AU's. Theron definitely brought out a side of Xaja that isn't necessarily a proper Jedi side to show, but it's definitely her -- she's also feisty, and protective, and she's got a snarky streak to her that sings to Theron's soul. And she loves Theron's devotion to the cause, and his intelligence, and his wit.

(also, looking at Xaja and Devi... apparently I've got a TYPE when it comes to my main characters in RPGs. You should take a look at my canon Warden from DAO sometime, Lynaen... who ALSO is a redheaded dual-wielding rogue with a healthy dose of snark. At least she was raised a Cousland and didn't spend time learning how to pickpocket on the streets like the other two? #roguelifeFTW)

And I gotta talk about Reanden/Mairen too. They started on a bit of a whim when @andveryginger and I decided to throw them together for a couple of one-off kiss prompts, annnnnd now they run a good chunk of our respective brains (Reanden likes to hang out in Ginger's head a lot). Mai (Ginger's) loves Reanden's intelligence, and his dedication to his kids and the Republic, and the compassionate, caring streak he has under his sociopathic facade. And he's got a type for snarky redheaded Corellian Jedi ladies -- the fact that Mai loves his kids like they're her own, and doesn't think less of him for his rare moments of vulnerability, means the galaxy to him.

First Ship

Oh man -- my very first OTP was Faramir/Eowyn from LOTR, ever since I first read the books at the ripe old age of 12 years old, and it's STILL one of my favourite ships. I think, even 20 years ago, I was seeing myself in Eowyn (as a female character, as one who wanted to fight and seek out renown, as one who, as I would discover later on in my own life, had a bucketload of mental health problems to the tune of depression), and wanted my own Faramir (gentle, noble, compassionate, intelligent). So a bit of projection there? ;) The first ship I wrote... well, I'd started a girl-falls-into-Middle-earth fic in high school, and the endgame goal was my OC with Legolas, but looking back on it now, I think my OC may have had more chemistry with Boromir. Either way, that fic has been abandoned for like 15 years -- I ain't bringing it back out to resurrect it. ;)

Last Song

According to Spotify, "Master Of Illusion" by Battle Beast! If/when I come up with a Gale playlist, that song's going on it.

Currently Reading

"Tress of the Emerald Sea" by Brandon Sanderson. I'm not too far into it, but so far I'm enjoying it! (Also, I LOVE Sanderson's writing style, and the little bits of snark he peppers in there. Current favourite line: "... he had a jaw so straight that it made other men question if they were.")

Last Film

In theatres -- "Argylle", which I enjoyed! I wouldn't class it as a "favourite" movie, but it was fun! At home (read: at Chez Boyfriend), it was "RED" -- that's one of my favourites. Bruce Willis and Karl Urban snarking at each other... =D (Karl is also my faceclaim for Reanden, and that movie was a big inspiration!)

Currently Craving

Nothing at the moment! I have my coffee and I have a big-ass Costco-sized muffin that I'm working on before I go for my tattoo appointment. (Also, Part 1 of my tax return came in last week... I could get ALL the groceries, thank God! Part 2 is dropping on Thursday, for all the backpay after the CRA applied the ADHD disability credit to my previous years... I legit cried when I saw that number. I can afford to get my car fixed, AND get this new tattoo, AND a haircut, AND maybe, I don't know, throw something into a retirement fund!)

Tagging, if you wish: @greyias @storyknitter @nayci @elveny @abysskeeper @auroraesmeraldarose

[polycharismas]

post for ambrose to know my little guys awww the middle aged men who ruined my life awww :3 FUCK I FORGOT TO TAG @dohter ☺️

this is fumiya . the charisma of good and evil . hes the one who brought everyone in the house together for Reasons i guess . he looks very normal at first glance (especially compared to the design of everyone else) but hes the one everyone in the house is scared of. reason being he has zero sense of morals. he doesnt properly distinguish between right and wrong nor good and bad . he may sound terrifying but hes also really fucking chill . all of this combined makes him someone you can never completely trust nor distrust and its kinda funny . he also loves sweets and candy and pastries he like eats them excessively . every social situation hes in he always looks disinterested and in his own head . hes so neurodivergent They all are ngl

this is rikai . the charisma of order . unlike fumiya he has A Very Clear Sense Of Righteousness and fights for order among the members of the house everyday of his life . unsurprisingly this gets annoying as fuck when you actually dig into his usual methods . everyone in the house can agree that everything he does for righteousness is like very fucking exaggerated (like his obnoxious ass whistle he keeps using everytime order is slightly disturbed) but he couldnt care less . he wants order and control over everything and everyone . omg i forgot how hot his main official art was mffffgfhhhh SORRY SORRY SORRY S . getting derailed here . he may look and Act like hes the only normal person in there but in many senses hes one of the worst ones .

this is terra . the charisma of self-love . he . really likes himself . he Loves himself . he stares into the mirror for literal hours without problem . he Bleeds From His Nose Very Often looking at himself . he also has very low empathy for others that arent himself actually He couldn't care less about other people aside from himself . he's the one and only person worth it in the entire world in his perspective and honestly thats kinda real of him . also has a very complex relationship with gender and all that stuff . hes the only one from the whole cast with two main outfits . automatically proves his point that hes better tbh

this . Ohhggg this . This Is Ohse . the charisma of self-punishment . you know how terra is all about loving himself and all that well Hes the exact opposite. the very extreme opposite. he has severe depression and attempts to end his life several times throughout the series . he cant bear other people being nice to him because he feels like he doesn't deserve it at all. he barely leaves the room because he doesnt want people looking at his face he legitimately thinks it would be too disgusting for everyone . when he does leave he covers his face with a plastic bag so people dont look at his face . he often goes on tangents about how much he sucks. aside from all of that he really likes art and is actually very skilled at it he just doesn't notice this because hes too busy thinking nothing he does is worth it at all . he ruined my life

this is kei . the charisma of rebel. one day he went Damn i should start being a bitch and he never once stopped . if there's anything he can oppose at all he Does he never wants to agree with anyone or anything at all . rikai fucking hates him sometimes . everyone fucking hates him sometimes . he also likes street fights despite being fucking incompetent at them and always losing . he loves violence . its like his one solution for everything . unfortunately for him hes also one pathetic ass guy veeeeery deep inside even if he wants to put on this tough guy front. hes really truly miserable he just doesnt want anyone to ever find out

this . ugh . this is iori . the charisma of obedience . you know how kei is a bitch . well hes the exact opposite . if you ask iori for anything at all he will do everything in his power to get it for you . you would Think thats a good thing but unfortunately you dont know the things that go through this man's head . his acts of service for others are absolutely everything in his life . so much so he has made everyone (except for ohse) in the house sign a slave contract so they can use him however they please for the rest of his life . You Know How This Is Kinda Insane Right . he loves doing chores and being ordered around . if anyone ever offers to help him he like goes insane . he also . uhm . he also wears this . dog collar . so people ...... pull at it ........ and stuff ....... also hes like .............. very much a masochist ....... hes also ...... Hes also me . so me . he also ruined my life .

you see this official art right . you see it right . do i even have to explain anything . do i want to . i really dont . hes the reason i kinda hesitate from recommending charisma house to anyone . this is amahiko . he is literally And i mean LITERALLY the charisma of Sex . they just say it . straight up . no nuance no anything . hes just sex . hes sexo . hes a fucking freak about it . hes a self proclaimed "minister of sexy affairs" he describes that as his profession for some fucking reason . his goal is to "spread sexiness around the world" meaning he has to be a weirdo to everyone in the house . weirdo as in sexually . for some reason this never goes to the way some animes treat characters like him though you know what i mean . everyone around him finds him Weird for it they never try to hide the fact everything he does is weird as fuck . despite that its hard to hate him by the end . surprisingly hes one of the most mature in the house (being that hes also the oldest out of everyone's revealed ages . terra hasnt revealed his age) and can genuinely be someone you can trust . unfortunately hes a freak. thats the funny thing about him. hes also . uhm . h. h... no . no you dont have to know that .

sometimes when they get Too Charisma ! they transform have a whole musical number and then collapse in exhaustion . this is called a charisma break . they get it from being actual weirdos .

uhm my only warning for if you ever decide to watch charisma house is Number One amahiko as a whole and Number Two rikai's first song has literal nazi imagery unfortunately . Fortunately though thats like the only weird in the bad way mv . because the other mvs are also weird . i just don't know if i should describe them as weird in a good way . whatever. specific drama track episode for the song is number 27 but its only by the end . the rest of the episode is good to watch❤️

hope you had fun ambrose . these are my guys .

[pinkiepiebones]

Dear Zombie, we meet again. (I'm trying out new catch phrases, but it is still I, your old friend, Robbie) I am still recovering from the flood of feelings the Little Bit story caused, but I would hate to leave my friend in need. On a tangentially related note, have you read Junji Ito's The Spiral (a.k.a. Uzumaki)? Upon reading it, I would not recommend spiraling to anyone. Don't do it!

To the prompt: Would you please tell the world about that time I got Dracula to watch a "Dracula" adaptation? Your friend, always, Robbie

You try out as many catch phrases on me as you want, bud. And I'm sorry the story made emotions happen, but, like- she loved you, man. And you loved her! If you didn't you wouldn't have placed her somewhere you knew she'd be safe and happy and spoiled. You're a good person. Little Bit had a wonderful life thanks to you. ❤️

I read Uzumaki a long time ago. Heh, didn't take you for a manga guy- a horror manga guy at that (though I guess after Dracula, most horror would be... not so bad?). Really I know I should go give it a reread someday but I keep thinking of the last Ito story I saw, all I remember from it was this gross guy who's face was like one giant zit UGH I feel my skin crawl just thinking about it!! Can't deal, won't deal.

... Oh, the movies! Yes yes.

The legend of Dracula inspired imaginations throughout the decades. Films, books, television series, even video games, all existed simply because of the allure, the gothic romance of Count Dracula.

Renfield scoffs as he eavesdrops on some young men discussing something called Castlevania. As if a whip could do anything to Master...

Dracula never spoke much of his storied past, nor did his doting familiar Renfield ever ask. Sometimes, usually after he had fed on a few drunk sorority or fraternity kids, Dracula would sometimes stare contemplatively into the fireplace and mutter about someone named "Bram." Renfield never asked. It wasn't his place to ask.

Renfield picks up a video cassette as he stalks the woman in the rental store. He starts to pretend to read the cover but then actually reads it because it sounds too preposterous to be real- "'The Satanic Rites of Dracula'?" he asks aloud. The woman he's stalking looks over at him. "Oh, that's a sequel, if you can believe it" she says.

The turn of the century was a thrilling thing to Renfield. He was born close enough to 1900 that the change over from the 1800s was not in even his earliest memories. But this- 2000! He wanted to celebrate, somehow. People were buying supplies and he kept hearing something about a virus and why two kay. All that mattered was food for master, and, maybe, just maybe, he could take Master to a theatre to show him a film. Maybe if Master eats really well...

Renfield frowns at the bookstore display. VAMPIRE ROMANCE is written in sparkling letters on a posterboard situated atop a shelf on wheels at the store's entrance. A young woman shoves past him to pull one off the shelf. "Oh, I want a vampire boyfriend so bad" she sighs. Renfield makes a choking noise as she walks away; he's not sure if he's trying to laugh at her or at himself.

At the height of his power, Master was known to have a disposition that was downright cheery. Renfield had shyly showed him the newspaper advert for the film, and the title alone piqued the vampire's interest.

"Dracula 2000." Dracula folded the newspaper and Renfiled flinched, anticipating the paper either being thrown at him or rolled up and used to hit him, but Dracula does neither; he sets the paper on the arm of the plush armchair he's claimed as his and says "well, how does one go about purchasing theatre tickets in this day and age?" Renfield was giddy with delight.

Renfield glances at the poster gracing the wall of the victim's bedroom. Dracula 3D. Renfield chuckles as he ties the unconscious man's arms. "I suppose that's fate, or something," he says to himself.

It was Christmas Eve and Renfield sat right beside Master in the middle of the auditorium. Master had 'convinced' the ticket taker that no no, we don't need tickets, thank you so much darling. We! Renfield dared to think about the early days when Master wined and dined him, seduced him... held his hand and touched him and bit him and pulled him down into bed and...

Dracula 2000 was fucking awful. A descendant of Van Helsing owned an antique store built where Carfax Abbey had once stood. A group of thieves broke in and found the coffin, Dracula's coffin, inside an underground vault. Some of the thieves died and the remainder decide the coffin must be valuable so they nick it and head to New Orleans but Dracula woke up and killed everyone, causing the thief's plane to crash in a swamp. Dracula then wandered the modern world a bit, and a record store was featured quite prominently. Somewhere in the nonsensical story they proclaim Dracula was Judas Iscariot, and this was given as reason for Dracula's hatred of symbols of Christianity. And Dracula died shortly after freeing the leading lady from the curse of vampirism. The movie was atrocious, with an agonising rock and roll soundtrack and nonsensical action sequences. Renfield felt sick when the credits started rolling because he knew Master would take out his aggression on him. Perhaps Master would pull all his teeth out by hand? He hadn't done that one in a decade or so.

"That-" Dracula growled. He couldn't finish his thought. He threw his head back and- and laughed! He laughed, loud and genuine, and Renfield chuckled nervously along with him.

"That was absurd!" Dracula said, giggling. "An utter farce. It was- oh, what's the phrase, Renfield? 'So bad it's good'?"

"Um, yes, I think that's it, Master."

Dracula was smiling and staring at the credits as they continued to roll. "I didn't catch the name of the actor who-" He chuckled- "so valiantly attempted to portray me."

Renfield glanced up, pretending to see the name (he had committed it to memory in case Master wanted to find the actor and kill him). "Gerard Butler?"

The vampire clucked his tongue. "They could have chosen someone more in line with my good looks." He stroked his chin. "What was the movie we saw on television a few years back, when we were staying at that hotel?"

Renfield's eyes were big. He never imagined that Master would care to remember little things. "Um, I think it was Face/Off?"

Dracula grinned. "Yes. I think the actor in that one would play a good 'me.'" He turned to look at Renfield. "What do you think?"

"D-do you mean Jon Travolta or Nicolas Cage?"

The count frowned and turned his attention back to the winding down credits. "Surely you should be able to tell," he sighed.

Robert is perusing an estate sale with Rebecca. Ideally, he's hoping to find a tableware set more in line with his, what Rebecca calls 'retro kitsch' aesthetic. He opens a box and sees a pile of DVDs and video cassettes. One is labelled "Dracula 2000."

"I'll take a dollar for that whole box," the man running the sale says. Robert carefully closes the box.

"Ah, no thanks."

[rancidexpression]

Sex Adverse or Just Depressed?

I have always been quite adverse to sex. The idea of it, the build up to it, having sex. All of it. There was nothing that disinterested me as much as sex. 

When I was in maybe 6th or 7th grade, I had a friend named XXXXX. Her house was two doors down to the left of mine. I used to hate her in elementary school and she hated me too. One time she and I were waiting at the bus stop while it was raining. Our mutual hatred started off very young, as we shared a best friend. (But of course- I was the shared best friend's best friend). The story ends with her bashing my head multiple times with the metal part of her umbrella. For dramatic effect, I pretended that I had passed out on the ground while the rain poured down on me.

We made up in middle school.

She and I were in her backyard, having a sleepover outside in a tent. This is when we started to steal bits of alcohol from our parents' stash. We would fill a water bottle with 1 part liquor and 3-4 parts anything else. Probably something fucked up like CapriSun or Zero Gatorade. 

It became that time of night where insane conversation took place as a developing teen. 

“Have you watched porn before?” XXXXX whispered to me, all while stifling a laugh.

I had not.

“I have seen some on accident before, like in those sketchy ads that pop up”

I had seen those but I didn't dare click on them.

She proceeded to tell me about porn she watched. I couldn't believe it. Not because it was outrageous for someone our age to tell me this, but because I couldn't believe anyone would want to actually watch porn. It just sounded like a chore to me. 

XXXXX dared me to watch porn right then and there, nestled together in the tent. I felt like I would rather die, but I wanted to impress her. She then proceeded to type in an incognito browser on her iPod. She was smiling while she did this, and then quickly gave me the phone, and ordered me to watch it alone while she waited outside the tent. This was terrifying to me.

“ ‘Two girls one cup’?”

That was pretty much the sum of my experiences with porn.

I hate the way that men try to make eye-contact with me while eating me out. I cannot imagine that being the sexiest angle of me, in an insecure thought, and it's just weird to me. The act felt juvenile, like a joke. Staring into the eyes of someone who truly is believing that I am enjoying what they are doing. Sex in any form felt like an act for me. I loved the idea that I could be so disconnected from sex while he is genuinely, probably feeling like a God. It was pathetic. They all were pathetic. 

I started to toy with the idea of sex when I was 15. A boy quite older than I, sent a DM on Instagram. Of course he was my first love. First of many things. We were once in the backseat of his moms SUV when I sucked dick for the first time ever. He said it was the best he had ever had, and I thought that was supposed to make me feel good about myself, so I let it.  He waited till I turned 16 to have sex with me, and then broke it off in a text about a week later. 

From ages 15-17 I had had sex with 9 people. All of it was horrible. It wasn't till my first partner that I realized sex is something people expect out of a committed relationship. I was only able to give my best performance when I was drunk. It was not till 21 that I had had sex while sober and actually enjoyed it.

With almost every person I have had sex with, I pretended to cum. Not only to get the damn thing over with it, but I loved lying to men. It was my little secret, their ego growing as a consequence, my action being to try to make them think for a second that they were of importance to my sexual experience. My favorite part was gasping while they choked me, I would strain fake moans coming across as, Oh My God, Blessed Dick! Sometimes they hit my face to the point of bruising. I would go silent when this happened and it would continue. I pretended to like it.

This summer I had a string of absurd first dates. I would buy wine, one or two bottles from Trader Joes, and get ingredients to make a homemade pizza. The staff there must have pitied me for weeks. 

I would invite a man over to have dinner, wine, and play Scrabble. We would listen to a blend of our Spotify’s, and drink very fast. I loved telling them that I had never lost before, which was of course a lie. The smugness they expressed while I played my worst words made me feel a deceptors joy. These were all very important pieces in my game. All of it was routine, planned, carefully executed. This first was to make them think I was weaker than them.

I liked to think that I was taking back my sexuality, bruised and beaten and rancid and probably moldy with some kind of rare disease, (the rare disease was men who did not care about me) by trying to have the upper hand in the shared game of attraction. Once objectified by others, I would now objectify myself. It was just me repackaged with some new stickers and maybe a cooler logo. There were no winners to this game, each date was worse than the last, and I would get sadder and feel more pathetic with each

 “let's do this again” .

We both were lying. If we happen to see each other at an Aldi we would probably look down immediately.  There was no point in trying to meet each other's eyes when there was barely a connection there in the first place. He would think about me maybe one more time in his life, and this person will be a name in my notes app probably till I die. 

[hersterical]

People seriously overestimate how familiar with feminism and gender issues in general people are. I watched a YouTube video essay that claimed that pretty much all young people were experts on these topics but in my experience that is so far from the truth. More so than previous generations? Generally speaking yes, but that’s really not saying much if we’re being honest here. Especially for those of us who grew up in the post-feminist era.

I have this friend (we’re both in our mid-twenties) who was vocally anti-feminist which lead to to quite a few disagreements between the two of us (we are sadly unable to watch Legally Blonde together after a heated debate over whether or not it is a feminist movie) except any time I discussed feminist issues with her and replaced the word “feminism” with “girl power” she would agree with everything I said. When we were discussing the Barbie movie after watching it together she said something along the lines of how glad she was that it was hardly feminist at all (she specifically said that there was only one feminist scene and I was honestly too baffled by her statement to ask her which scene she meant. probably Gloria’s monologue but I’m really not sure). It took everything I had not to grab her by the shoulders, shake her with all my strength, and scream in her face that the whole entire movie was a feminism 101 class. I also had to explain to a different group of friends who were reluctant to watch it that no, the movie isn’t anti-men but actually shows how the patriarchy, that we do still live under, is harmful for everyone. I basically had to give them a crash course in the middle of the fast food place we were eating at. Again, these are all well educated, intelligent, and independent women who have been brainwashed their entire lives into thinking feminists were unreasonable man haters who like to make a big deal out of nothing just because things are better for women now than they were in the 80’s so what do women have to complain about? And beyond my personal experiences, I heard so many stories about women who realized how unfairly they were being treated by the men in their life (usually their boyfriends) and then took steps to change that after watching the Barbie movie.

And even if all younger people really were super well educated on gender studies, it’s still a good idea to try to educate older generations on these matters. They’re not a lost cause and they’re not beyond learning new things. My middle-aged dad took a huge step towards letting go of his homophobia after watching Bohemian Rhapsody (he’s never been hateful, just lacking in perspective. He’s already come so far and I’m really proud of his growth). Luckily my dad and brothers were all pretty much already on board with the messages the Barbie movie conveyed but it had never been presented to them so bluntly and simply to them before from anyone except for me, my sister-in-law, and my mom. I do think seeing these themes portrayed the way they were in the movie made it more real for them than just hearing us talk about it (not that they didn’t believe us, just that sometimes it’s helpful to actually be shown).

The Barbie movie is flawed, over-simplified, and largely lacking in nuance. All of this is true. But nobody ever said that this movie was going to actually fix the systemic issues it criticizes. There are plenty of people in the world who are in need of learning the basics and I think that this movie for a lot of people can work as a good gateway into learning even more about gender studies. Correct me if I’m wrong, but from what I remember no one ever claimed the movie was even trying to accomplish that much. My understanding is that the primary purpose of the movie was to be fun and entertaining and it more than accomplished that goal for me. I can’t think of a single other blockbuster, mainstream movie that so bluntly, simply, and honestly discusses gender politics the way Barbie does and I personally love it, flaws, oversimplification and lacking in nuance and all.

“The Barbie movie is like basic gender studies 101. It’s like the bare minimum for feminism”

YEAH SOME PEOPLE HAVENT TAKEN GENDER STUDIES 101 AND WOULDNT YOU AGREE WE ARE CURRENTLY AT LESS THAN THE BARE MINIMUM FOR FEMINISM?

things do not need to be perfect to be good. You cannot teach someone intersectionality if that person has not heard of bare minimum feminism. You might be on step 100 but just because you started earlier does not mean that everyone can jump to your level. They have to climb the stairs too. And the people at the top yelling down to the people at the bottom that being at the bottom is bad, they need to be at the top, IT DOES NOT ENCOURAGE THEM TO CLIMB UP.

[aleesblog]

On Travel by Train (1922)

J.B. Priestley

Remove an  Englishman from his hearth and home, his centre of corporal  Life , and he becomes a very different creature, one capable of sudden furies and roaring passions, a deep sea of strong emotions churning beneath his frozen exterior. I can pass, at all times, for a quiet, neighbourly fellow, yet I have sat, more than once, in a railway carriage with black murder in my heart. At the mere sight of some probably inoffensive fellow-passenger my whole being will be invaded by a million devils of wrath, and I “could do such bitter business as the day would quake to look on”. There is one type of traveller that never fails to rouse my quick hatred. She is a large, middle-aged woman, with a rasping voice and a face of brass. Above all things, she loves to invade smoking compartments that are already comfortably filled with a quiet company of smokers; she will come bustling in, shouting over her shoulder at her last victim, a prostrate porter, and, laden with packages of maddening shapes and sizes, she will glare defiantly about her until some unfortunate has given up his seat. She is often accompanied by some sort of contemptible, whining cur that is only one degree less offensive than its mistress. From the moment that she has wedged herself in, there will be no more peace in the carriage, but simmering hatred, and everywhere dark looks and muttered threats. But everyone knows her. Courtesy and modesty perished in the world of travel on the day when she took her first journey; but it will not be long before she is in hourly danger of extinction, for there are strong men in our midst.There are other types of railway travellers, not so offensive as the above,which combines all the bad qualities, but still annoying in a varying degree to most of us; and of these others I will enumerate one or two of the commonest.

First, there are those who, when they would go on a journey, take all their odd chattels and household utensils and parcel them up in brown paper, disdaining such things as boxes and trunks; furthermore,when such eccentrics have loaded themselves up with queer-shaped packages, they will cast about for baskets of fruit and bunches of flowers to add to their own and other people’s misery. Then there are the simple folk who are for ever eating and drinking in railway carriages. No sooner are they settled in their seats but they are passing each other tattered sandwiches and mournful scraps of pastry, and talking with their mouths full, and scattering crumbs over the trousers of fastidious old gentlemen. Sometimes they will peel and eat bananas with such rapidity that nervous onlookers are compelled to seek another compartment. Some children do not make good traveling companions, for they will do nothing but whimper or howl throughout a journey, or they will spend all their time daubing their faces with chocolate or trying to climb out of the window. And the cranks are always with us; on the bleakest day, they it is who insist on all the windows being open, but in the sultriest season they go about in mortal fear of draughts,and will not allow a window to be touched.

More to my taste are the innocents who always find themselves in the wrong train. They have not the understanding necessary to fathom the time-tables, nor will they ask the railway officials for advice, so they climb into the first train that comes, and trust to luck. When they are being hurtled towards Edinburgh, they will suddenly look round the carriage and ask, with a mild touch of pathos, if they are in the right train for Bristol. And then, puzzled and disillusioned, they have to be bundled out at the next station, and we see them no more. I have often wondered if these simple voyagers ever reach their destinations, for it is not outside probability that they may be shot from station to station, line to line, until there is nothing mortal left of them.Above all other railway travellers,I envy the mighty sleepers, descendantsof the Seven of Ephesus. How often, on a long, uninteresting journey, haveI envied them their sweet oblivion. With Lethe at their command, no dull,empty train journey, by day or night, has any terrors for them. Knowing the length of time they have to spend in the train, they compose themselvesand are off to sleep in a moment, probably enjoying the gorgeous adventures of dream while the rest of us are looking blankly out of the windowor counting our fingers. Two minutes from their destination they stir, rub their eyes, stretch themselves, collect their baggage, and, peering out of the window, murmur: “My station, I think”. A moment later they go out, alert and refreshed. Lords of Travel, leaving us to our boredom.

Seafaring men make good companions on a railway journey. They are always ready for a pipe and a crack with any man, and there is usuallysome entertaining matter in their talk. But they are not often met with away from the coast towns. Nor do we often come across the confidentialstranger in an English railway carriage, though his company is inevitable on the Continent and,I believe, in America. When the confidential stranger does make an appearance here, he is usually a very dull dog, who compels us to yawn through the interminable story of his life, and rides some wretched old hobbyhorse to death.There is one more type of traveller that must be mentioned here, If only for the guidance of the young and simple. He is usually an elderly man, neatly dressed, but a little tobacco-stained, always seated in a corner, and he opens the conversation by pulling out a gold hunter and remarking that the train is at least three minutes behind time. Then, with the slightest encouragement, he will begin to talk, and his talk will be all of trains. As some men discuss their acquaintances, or others speak of violins or roses, so he talks of trains, their history, their quality, their destiny. All his days and nights seem to have been passed in railway carriages, all reading seems to have been in time-tables. He will tell you of the 12:35 from this place and the 3:49 from the other place, and how the 10:18 ran from So-and-so to So-and-so in such a time, and how the 8:26 was taken off and the 5:10 was put on; and the greatness of Ms subject moves him to eloquence, and there is passion and mastery in Ms voice, now wailing over a missed connection or a departed hero of trains, now exultantly proclaiming the glories of a non-stop express or a wonderful run to time. However dead you were to the passion, the splendour, the pathos, in this matter of trains, before he has done with you you will be ready to weep over the 7:37 and cry out in ecstasy at the sight of the 2:52. Beware of the elderly man who sits in the comer of the carriage and says that the train is two minutes behind time, for he is the Ancient Mariner of railway travellers and will hold you with his glittering eye.

[tipsycad147]

Dumb Supper

by James McQuiston Editor/Publisher ​Celtic Guide Magazine October, 2019

The tradition of “dumb supper” began during the Middle Ages. It involves a celebration to be held in which food is consumed by celebrants, but only after inviting ancestors to join in.

This gave families a chance to interact with the spirits of their departed until they left, following the dinner.

Children would play games to entertain the dead, while adults would update them on the past year’s news.

That night, doors and windows might be left open for the dead to come in and eat cakes that had been left for them.

“Dumb,” in this case, is a synonym for mute or silent, as the most important rule was that a dumb supper be conducted in complete silence.

It has been conjectured that young women would try to use this celebration to meet their soon-to-be husband's spirit.

Some say the dumb supper has roots in an English "love divination," one that was apparently once fairly well known.

Americans, especially in rural regions, which often had a Scottish/Irish ethnicity, perpetuated the custom into the 20th century.

From Oxfordshire to Ozark county, it is said, the ritual was performed with considerable conformity.

Young women typically held dumb suppers, but men sometimes attended as well. The setting was usually an isolated place free of disturbances, such as an abandoned or otherwise empty house. Thus, perhaps, the connection to the "haunted house!"

One account tells of a dumb supper, in which two teenage girls in turn-of-the-century Kentucky “prepared a supper backwards in every respect. The tables were set as wrongly as possible; the chairs were turned backwards; the meal was to be served dessert first.” If anyone spoke a word, the spell was broken.

When everything was prepared exactly right, then, at midnight, the spirits of the husbands-to-be would hopefully walk through the door, or even arrive in person.

This is perhaps the source of the widely held belief that soul mates might meet on Halloween. My father and mother did just that, both attending the same Halloween party and falling in love.

It has long been thought, in Celtic traditions, that the veil between life and death is thinnest on Halloween, or Samhain, and this somehow allows for not only communication with the dead, but also for living spirits to connect in an extraordinary way. ​Now, Halloween is a holiday celebrated each year on October 31st. The tradition originated with the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, when people would light bonfires and wear costumes to ward off ghosts. In the eighth century, Pope Gregory III designated November 1st as a time to honor all saints.

Soon, All Saints Day incorporated some of the traditions of Samhain. The evening before was known as All Hallows Eve, and later Halloween.

Over time, Halloween evolved into a day of activities like trick-or-treating, carving jack-o-lanterns, festive gatherings, donning costumes and eating treats.

This day typically marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred.

On the night of October 31st they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort during the long, dark winter.

So Samhain, or Halloween, could bring you the good fortune of a new love, the connection with a relative who had passed over, or in the worst cases, a good scare from an evil spirit.

Today, for most of the world, it is a day of fun and frivolity, for giving out candy, and for dressing in crazy costumes – and don't forget, scaring the heck out of your loved ones or the neighbors. Just remember to play it safe on the streets, and when accepting treats!

​http://www.thecelticguide.com/james-a-mcquiston-ndash-dumb-supper-ndash-october-2019.html

[darkmulti]

(Yandere and non con warning)

Def not the only one who wants a 18th century h.c of possessive and controlling, husband!Jungkook x forced wife!reader. Jungkook gets jealous after witnessing another man asking you out and when you come back home at night, he breeds you. Please make it rough and non con. Thank you❤️‍🔥

-> you’re definitely not the only one. I can assure you that I’ve thought about this too many times😫

⚠️: NON CON, YANDERE!JUNGKOOK, Squirting/piss play, Physically, mental and emotional abuse, spit play,

-> sorry for any mistakes

Your parents owned a local bakery store

All the recipes were from your late grandmother

You spent almost all of your time there because you were in charge of everything

The store was under your parents’ name but you were the one running it

Sometimes, you even slept there because it’d be too late to walk home

Your dedication to the bakery made it successful

Although, you were the one doing all the work, you parents took all the credit and money

They weren’t paying you because you’re their child

They don’t need to pay you

“It’s a women’s place.” Your father said

You wanted to go back to school however, your parents laughed in your face

“School aren’t for girls, Y/N. Learn how to cook and clean. That’s all you need to know. Let the men handle everything else.”

You were tired of fighting with them and eventually stopped because they threatened to set you up in an arrange marriage

Now, it was just you and the bakery

You had many loyal customers and recently, one has been coming everyday, at the same time

He’d always buy a loaf of banana bread and if he was in a good mood, a blueberry muffin as well

Then, he’d sit in the corner table and eat two - three slices before getting up and leaving

He’d always leave a tip behind and you always kept it for yourself

One day, he didn’t come and you were surprised

For a year straight, he came and bought the same two things

Now, he hasn’t visited in 4 days

Tonight, you came back home for the first time in a while

Your parents had visited the bakery to collect “their” earnings and told you that you have to go somewhere with them that evening

After closing up and cleaning up, you went home and got ready

Your parents were taking you out for dinner as a treat for all your hard work

You were really excited because they were finally acknowledging your hard work

Once you arrived at the restaurant, your parents lead you to a table that already had three people seated

You immediately recognize one of them

It’s that guy who buys your banana loaf!

You sat in front of him while your parents greeted the two other strangers

“Oh, so this is your daughter? She’s gorgeous! Come here and give me a hug.”

You awkwardly chuckled and got up to hug the middle aged women

“Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Jeon F/N, this is my husband, Jeon F/N and this is our son, Jeon Jungkook. We’re your soon to be in laws!”

You heart dropped to the floor

“I-in laws?” You asked, confused

“Yeah, honey. Is this your first time hearing about this? We’ve been talking to your parents for a while now.”

You snapped your head towards you parents and they looked emotionless

“No, no they didn’t tell me anything.”

Dinner with them was hell

Your parents were talking about your wedding arrangements right in front of you

You didn’t know what to do

You wanted to rebel but then your parents would disown you

Just like that, you’d be homeless with little money to survive

In the end, you’d be paying the heavy price

You looked at Jungkook who was staring at you the whole time

You wondered if he knew about this

Maybe, that’s why he came to the bakery everyday

“Did you know anything about this?” You said loud enough for him to hear

“I did.”

“For how long?”

“Since last year.”

You eyes widen, in shock

You were right!

“Why didn’t you stop it?”

“Why would I stop it when I’m the one who wants it?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, in confusion

“What’re you talking about?”

“Since the first day I met you, I wanted to marry you. I told my parents and now, we’re getting married.”

Now, you were mad

You got up and stormed off, catching everyone’s attention

You walked to the bakery and locked yourself in

Here, you thought your parents were acknowledging you for first time, when they were actually setting you up for a marriage so they don’t have to take care of you

You cried yourself to sleep that night

The next couple of weeks, the bakery was closed due to your wedding

The wedding was spectacular

You would’ve love it if you weren’t being forced into a marriage

After the wedding, Jungkook took your precious virginity

He made sure to pleasure you until you passed out

He was so in love with you

Now, he was finally able to show you how much he loved you

And mark you as his

The next couple of months, he was attached to you

He took over his family’s business and you took over your family’s business

He’d visit you every day at work to check if you’re with another man

He was so paranoid about it, sometimes he’d come by 3 or 4 times to make sure you were not cheating

You thought he missed you and that’s why he kept stopping by (which is half true) however, you had no idea that he was possessive and controlling

You had to learn the hard way

Sometimes, you wouldn’t leave work until midnight

You had so much things to do like preparing for the next day, making a to-do list, making a grocery lists, and cleaning every area of the shop

It’s time consuming, so obviously you finish up pretty late

Jungkook absolutely hates that

Although you stay late in the shop once in a while, he can’t stand it

He wants you to be in his arms every night

Jungkook gets angry when you’re not

This was your fourth time staying out late in the shop and he’s had enough

He couldn’t help but feel paranoid about what you were actually doing in the shop

What if you lied and went on a date with another man?

What if you were running away from him?

Or even worse, what if you were having sex with another guy?

He raced to the bakery and banged on the door, which scared you

You saw that it was him and let him in

“W-what’s wrong?! You scared me!”

“Grab your stuff, we’re going home.”

“But I’m not done yet! I only have a couple more things to do and then I’ll come home. I told you already-”

“I don’t think you fucking heard me!” He yelled and grabbed your hair

“Grab your shit, we are leaving right now.”

He pushed you towards the counter and crossed his arms

You let your breath out in shock but scurry to get your stuff

You’ve never seen him like this and it terrified you

“I have my stuff.”

“Good, let’s go.”

He helped you lock the door and wrapped his arm around your waist

The walk home was silent

You were scared shitless

All you wanted to do was run back into your parents’ house

But he didn’t let you move an inch away from him

Once you got home, he started pushing you around and arguing some more

“Jungkook, I told you this afternoon when you came to visit! I said I have to stay late so I don’t have to stress myself out in the morning!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! Who were you fucking seeing?!” He screamed, frightening you more

“No one! I swear, no one!” You whimpered

He corned you into your shared room and locked the door

“Jungkook, I swear! Nothing happened!”

He didn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth

It was like you were talking to a wall

He pushed you onto the bed and stripped you naked

Jungkook pushed two fingers into your cunt and pretended to scoop out cum

“If nothing happened, why is your cunt full of cum?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t have sex with anyone!”

You weren’t very educated about sex, so Jungkook had an advantage

You began apologizing even though you didn’t have sex with anyone

You just wanted peace between you two

“I’m sorry! I didn’t cheat or anything, but I’m sorry if it hurt you! I really am!”

Jungkook slapped you and spat on your face

“Dirty slut. Telling me that you’re not cheating but still apologizing.”

“No! Please, I didn’t do anything!”

Jungkook pulled his cock out and shoved it in without warning

You were still new to sex so when he didn’t let you adjust, you automatically started screaming and crying

“Please, slower!” You cried, holding onto his biceps as he went faster and deeper

“Stop! Please!”

Jungkook loved the sound of his balls clapping against your ass

It honestly made him harder

All night, he was on top, fucking you hard

Your legs were spread apart, tears in your eyes and sweat dripping down your forehead

You looked like a hot mess

And he loved every second of it

“Mmh- Jungkook!”

You squirted around him and had a trembling orgasm

You couldn’t stop releasing your liquids on him and he couldn’t stop pounding you

The bed sheet was soaked by the end of it

He pushed his cock deep inside and came

After Jungkook fell asleep, you cried for while

How were you supposed to tolerate him for the rest of your life?

The next morning

You woke up in severe pain

You lower region was begging for some pain relief

But there was nothing you could do about it

Jungkook was still sleeping next to you

You decided to leave before he wakes up

After getting ready by leaning on everything, you slowly walked to town

When you arrived at the bakery, you saw a big “for sale” sign

You panicked and went inside the store, only to be greeted by your parents

“Mother, father! Why is there a “for sale” sign on the bakery?”

You parents looked at each other in disappointment

“You see, we have to explain the obvious to your daughter. Be grateful that someone willingly married your idiot daughter.” Your father said before walking out

His words did hurt but you cared about the bakery more than your father

“Why’re you selling it, mother? Can you not afford it anymore? Why-”

“Shut up, Y/N! You’re married now, you have wifely duties. You don’t have time for this bakery so the best option is to sell it.”

Your world fell apart right before your eyes

“But mother-”

“Save it. You already made your father upset. I’m warning you now, you don’t want to get on my bad side.”

You cried the whole morning

After you opened the bakery, lots of people gathered in line

All breads, cakes and muffins were going on sale

After you served the people in line, you went up to the tables and took their order

After you served them, a regular customer who was sitting alone gestured you to come over

You went over to the man and asked him if he needed anything

He told you to take a seat and accompany him

Since the crowd died down, you sat down in front of him

“You look a bit stressed and sad. What’s on your mind?”

You were touched by his words

Finally, someone cared about you

You told him you were upset about the bakery closing

He understood and even offered money to help you keep it open

You were flattered but didn’t accept the money

“Money’s not a problem, my parents just don’t want to keep this shop open.”

You talked with this guy for a couple of hours

Although this was your first time talking to him, you talked to him like he was your best friend

When closing time came around, he got up and asked you out on a date

You didn’t know what to do

You were married but you really liked this guy

You were considering saying yes when someone pulled his shoulder back and punched him across the face

“Jungkook! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“You think I didn’t see that?! I saw it all. I saw you flirting with my wife for three hours straight and then asking her out on a date!”

Jungkook beat the crap out of the guy and pushed him outside

He then came back in the store, looking at you with devil eyes

“Yesterday’s punishment clearly wasn’t enough.”

The entire way home, he was yelling at you, slapping you, spitting on you, pulling your hair, pushing you to the ground and choking you

You were crying the whole time, apologizing over and over

When you arrived home, he seriously had no mercy on you

No foreplay, no lube, no adjusting

Just a raw, thick cock being forced into you

You were begging him to let you go but tonight, nothing was going to stop him

He was moving his hips insanely fast, not giving you enough time to breathe

You were choking on your own sobs

“Jungkook, please no! I’m sorry!”

“Why did you hesitate to deny his offer? You are a married fucking women!” With each word a hard thrust followed, knocking all the air out of you

“Answer me! Is he better than me? Does he take care of you? Does he provide money for you? TELL ME!” He was yelling so loudly, it was making you cry harder

“N-no, he doesn’t. He was just the first person to care about me.” You whispered the last sentence but, Jungkook was able to make it out

“Are you saying that I don’t care about you?”

He got more aggressive and fastened his pace

“Tell me, Y/N! Do you think that I don’t care about you?!”

You couldn’t answer him because you couldn’t catch your breath

He was going too fast and you were crying so hard, you couldn’t breathe

Jungkook noticed how much you were struggling and added onto your struggle by holding your neck down

“Apologize, right now Jeon Y/N!”

You softly apologize but it wasn’t good enough for him

He lifted your legs a little, giving him better access and fucked you till you squirted

This time you sobbed your apology and begged for forgiveness

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook! It’ll never— ah! It’ll never happen again! I’m so sorry! Please for- forgive me for my dumb m-mistake. Please! I’m begging you.” You held onto the bed sheet, praying he would stop

He huskily growled and pushed his cock in deep

“For the next 9 months you’ll be swelling with my baby. Now, everyone can back off.”

He shot his hot cum right into you, filling you up to the rim

Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 3:41am 😄