#that inbox call is also still open; just v slow with it.

[constellatory]

hi, here’s a general starter call !  semi-short stuff.  specify or I’ll default to nash’nktora.

[munsonsduchess]

Summer Lovin'

summary: a day at the pool turns into something more for you and eddie w/c: 2,401 warnings: mentions of scars, mentions of injury, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of body dysmorphia, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't be a dummy ok), creampie, breeding kink, belly bulge and i think that's it a/n: so i was gonna wait and post this tomorrow but then my lizard brain went "no! we require validation" so here we are, as always if you like this then please comment or reblog or just pop into my inbox to say hey (requests are technically open i just work slow) the title of this is of course paying homage to the late great Olivia Newton John.

this is part ... six of the god and goddess of hellfire and you can find the other parts here:

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(moodboard by me)

Summer had come to Hawkins, hot and humid and heavy. It had crept in slowly and before anyone had a chance to fully prepare. People on the radio talked about global warming and a 'hole' in the 'ozone layer' which apparently meant warmer summers and colder winters which really you couldn't see why that would be a bad thing. 

You did however eat your words when on the fourth of july it was 100 degrees in the shade and no amount of plug in fans or window ac units helped to cool down the house. You and Eddie had taken to sleeping with just a sheet on the bed and pulling Rose's crib into your bedroom instead of her nursery for fear the baby might overheat in the night without either of you realising. 

The public pool was of course a hive of activity each day. Steve had taken a part time job as a lifeguard since he was extremely qualified in both looking after children and water-based activities. He still worked at the video store but was apparently also looking into trade college to get a teaching diploma,

"Coach is retiring after the christmas semester and I dunno I think it would be cool to go back?" he'd said one afternoon while you watched Eddie, Rose and the kids play in the shallow end of the pool,

"Only  you Steve Harrington would want to go back to high school" you'd laughed, "but I suppose if anyone is qualified to take over the athletic department it would be their former King" 

"Oh come on not you too" Steve groaned, "I get enough of the King Steve crap from Munson" 

You'd just laughed and walked off to start buying snacks for when the kids and their big kid leader would tire of the water. Or Rose would need to go down for a nap. 

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Summer had never really been your favourite time of year, you were much more into fall. Halloween, pumpkins, hot chocolate by the window and watching the rain pelt down onto the tarmac. These last two summers however had changed your mind, especially after the Spring Break Vecna "Welcome to the creepy supernatural shit you didn't know existed" Incident. 

You and Eddie had more or less holes yourselves away from everyone else after he'd been released from the hospital and his name had been cleared. You'd both figured now that things were 'getting back to normal' neither of you would be welcome amongst the group at large. 

You'd been mistaken. It had started with phone calls you'd ignored, eventually taking the phone off the hook and leaving it that way. There could be nothing good from answering, it was likely just a small minded hick on the other end of the phone who wanted to tell Eddie that no matter what the official story was they knew better. 

Then Dustin Henderson and Robin Buckley had invaded the trailer and brought you both kicking and screaming into the sunlight and refused to let go. Nancy had helped Eddie study so he would pass his finals and graduate. Steve had driven everyone to graduation day and you'd cheered loudly as Eddie walked the stage in his green gown and cap. 

They'd all been there for you when you found out that summer that you were pregnant with Rose and you still remembered the younger teens crowding into your house to see their new sister, Henderson especially refused to call Rose anything else but his little sister. 

You were a strange family but one you were immensely glad of, especially for Eddie's sake. It had just been him and Wayne since Eddie was ten and his old man went away and as much as you and your parents tried to help out you knew the toll it took on Eddie, especially in those early years.

You smiled fondly as your grown husband played with a group of sixteen year olds, all of them careful of the baby and of Max who while more or less fully recovered still suffered with aches and pains associated with breaking both arms and legs. She had to wear special glasses now as well to correct her eyesight but she never once complained instead insisting that they just made her look cooler,

"Hey babe I think Rose is getting a little fussy" Eddie called from the edge of the pool, "I think she might need a nap" 

Sure enough you could see the tell tale signs on your little daughters face. She was still only a year old so this much excitement was almost too much for her. Truthfully you'd thought that once Rose passed the year mark you and Eddie would have more time for each other but that hadn't really happened so you were holding out for another while,

"If you guys want I can take her" Steve offered immediately, "Tina will be here in like five for her shift and I'm sure the gremlins can find their own way home" 

"Steve I couldn't ask that of you" you tried to decline the offer, surely Steve wanted to stay and hang out with the kids. To play in the pool as well? 

"You don't have to, that's what family is for. I can drop her off again later or if you guys are cool I'll keep her until the barbecue" 

It was apparently fourth of july tradition for Steve to use his big empty Mega Mansion on the rich side of town to host a family barbecue in the afternoons and watch the fireworks in the evening. According to Robin they'd all just usually hang out at Steve's all day seeing as he had a pool of his own but since he'd had work everyone came to the public pool instead. 

"That would be amazing Harrington, real life saver" Eddie appeared by your side, soaked to the skin with droplets of water clinging to his hair, "I'll grab her diaper bag and we'll see you later" 

The whole thing happened almost in a blur. Eddie handed Steve the diaper bag and the baby, took the car seat out of his Impala and put it into Steve's BMW, there may have been some talk of Steve getting his own car seat or maybe you imagined that, but then they were off. The kids complained about their ride leaving but Robin effectively shut them down and commanded their attention for a swimming competition.

Which left it as just you and Eddie. Alone. WIthout any responsibilities. With a free house until later that evening. 

Neither of you needed to speak.

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Eddie almost didn't make it the entire drive home. It was only a few blocks but he almost came in his shorts just from the idea of getting to be alone with you. Sure you'd been able to mess around a little in between Rose's schedule, work, life in general but this was the first time you'd both have the whole afternoon free to do whatever you wanted. 

Eddie crowded you up against the door as soon as it shut behind you both. Hands gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him as he crushed his lips on yours. The kiss was rushed for sure but Eddie was just making up for lost time,

"God baby. Can't get enough of you" 

"Just fuck me Eds. I can't wait much longer" 

You were equally as wrecked sounding as Eddie felt, you wanted this so badly it was almost hard to breathe. Eddie slipped one of his thighs between yours, kicking your legs open wider and grinding his hips against your own,

"Fuck, gonna cum in my pants"

"I can think of better places to cum than that" you teased nipping on his bottom lip, "take me to bed" 

Not one to waste time, Eddie scooped you up into his arms and hoisted you over his shoulder, taking the stairs two at a time before kicking open your bedroom door and throwing you onto the bed. All at once he was on top of you, the hair that had fallen out of the messy bun he'd put it in before tickling your skin.

Eddie moved quick, undoing the straps of your bikini top before kissing his way across your chest. His mouth and hands massaging your breasts, tongue flicking out across hardened nippes, teeth grazing soft flesh before biting down hard. You were going to have marks for days after this and a part of you was giddy to show them off. Take that Brenda Cummings at Mommy and Me. 

Eddie kissed along the soft expanse of your stomach, it was something you'd been self-conscious about after Rose. You didn't look like you did before, you had stretch marks now, parts of you were rounder than they had been but Eddie had been quick to let you know just how much he loved you still no matter what. 

After all it would be pretty hypocritical of him to find fault with your physical appearance after you'd kissed every one of his scars and told him how beautiful he was. How strong he was for protecting Dustin and buying Steve and the others time. 

Eddie hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and bikini bottoms, looking up at you to make sure this was still ok that you still wanted to go through with this. You nodded fervently, if he stopped now you might actually cry because you were so worked up. 

"I'm not gonna last long" he told you, "god baby you're so perfect, just fucking perfect for me" 

"Love you Eds" you gasped feeling two fingers breach your entrance, you'd been wet almost from the moment you sat in the car on the drive home, so worked up thinking about this moment. Eddie curled his fingers as he reached that spot inside that made you see stars. He wasn't messing around right now.

"Wanna kiss your perfect pussy so much but I gotta be inside you" 

"Please Eddie" you whined, "need you inside me now" 

Eddie nodded quickly, hair flying around him and making him look like a bobble head on someone's dashboard. He was quick to remove himself from his own shorts letting his cock spring free, it made an obscenely wet noise as it slapped against his stomach and you couldn't wait to blow him later and feel the heaviness of it against your tongue. For right now you needed him to fuck you senseless and then you could both take your time later. 

Eddie lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in, the burn was always delicious whenever he did so and you'd missed the sensation of being split open like this. Feeling as though your entire body was on fire as his cock slid home inch by perfect inch. When your hips were finally flush against one and other, Eddie leant down for a sloppy kiss before he started moving. 

He set a brutal pace from the beginning, neither of you wanting to draw this out for longer than you had to. Eddie kissed and nipped at your throat, your chest, anywhere. His fingers were digging into your hips and you knew that was going to leave bruises as well. 

You felt every inch of him as he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in. Your hips slapping against one and other and the sound of laboured breathing filling the empty spaces in the room, 

"Fuck Eddie, feels so good" 

"Feel like fucking heaven baby, perfect pussy always taking me so well" 

He angled his hips and found that spot he'd brushed earlier with his fingers making you moan loudly and dig your nails into his shoulders, dragging them across his back, 

"Do that again" and so he did, again, and again, and again. Eddie's hand pressed down over the outline of his cock in your stomach and you moaned again, you were so close to the edge, so close to giving in. 

Eddie only had to take one look at you  to know how close you were. His skilled guitarist fingers coming to rub fast circles on your clit, whispering filthy words into your ear until you came with a cry of his name and he could feel you clenching down around him. 

You hardly registered Eddie fucking you through your orgasm as you came back down again, it was only when you felt his warm release inside of you that you became aware of your body again. You could feel Eddie's hot breath against your neck and you smiled before pressing a kiss against his shoulder,

"That was incredible love, you did such a good job" 

Eddie preened at the praise. He loved to hear that he'd made you feel good, that you'd enjoyed yourself, that was all that mattered to him at the end of the day. Being able to cum himself was a secondary thought. 

You lay there for a while until it began to get uncomfortable and Eddie pulled out, causing you to make a noise somewhere between a moan and a hiss. You could feel yourself spilling onto the bed and knew you'd have to change these sheets, Eddie however had other plans as he scooped up your collective release with two fingers and pushed it back into your spasamsing pussy,

"Keep it in there for me sweetheart, keep it safe, gonna fill you up so many times. Put another baby in you" he whispered and your pussy clenched around nothing, 

"Eddieee" you whined, far too sensitive and blissed out right now to even attempt what he was suggesting, even if the idea of him filling you up again and again was making your skin tingle. 

You were vaguely aware of him leaving the bedroom and coming back with a washcloth to clean up anything that had already spilled out, throwing the cloth into the corner of the room with the rest of the laundry when he was done. 

Eddie manoeuvred you both so that he could lay behind you and wrap you in his arms. Your face buried in his chest as he kissed the top of your head, 

"Get some rest babe, we've only just gotten started" 

You had a thought just before you drifted off to sleep, that you might end up being late for Steve's barbecue. 

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[marvelouspeterparker]

what you need

pairing: dom!peter parker x reader

request: I don’t know if request are open but if they are can you please write where peter over hears the reader on the phone saying she’s not sure about sex, because she doesn’t know if he’ll be dominant and rough because the other times he was sweet and gentle. So after hearing this pete gets super dommy and like webs her to the bed a teases her and makes her beg to cum and is just really dominant. Thank you so much if you do this! I love your writing❤️❤️ by anonymous

warnings: smut, dom/sub, edging, spanking, orgasm denial

word count: 4.3k

notes: this has been in my inbox since summer 2019 i am so sorry + peter and reader are 18+ in this and living together (basically they’re grown) + i’m actually not sure i like this but oh well

“I don’t know MJ,” you sighed, unsure. “I just––It’s just not really as good as it could be.” 

Peter didn’t mean to eavesdrop, he really didn’t. But he had been playing video games for a few hours now and had decided to take a break for today and made his way over to your shared bedroom. He’d realized you were on the phone and was going to go and come back later, but your conversation piqued his interest and he couldn’t help himself. Also, his hearing was pretty good, so even if he went back, he would have heard it anyway, even if he didn’t want to. You must have thought he still had his headset on.

“No he’s great––he’s really good.” You paused. “No he’s way better than my exes, he makes sure I cum every time, multiple times, that’s not the issue.” Peter leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, a feeling of smug pride in his chest, until another part of his mind reminded him that you said that wasn’t the issue––then what was? There was an issue? 

“I––He’s just really,” you paused, struggling to find the right word. “Sweet...Gentle. He’s really gentle. I want him to be rough with me. I want him to be dominant.” You sighed. “But I think he’s just too soft to do that.”

Peter let his arms fall to his side. You’d never told him you wanted him to be rougher. If you had, he would bend you over his knee, no questions asked. He just had no idea you were into that. 

When he heard you say bye to MJ, he took a deep breath and walked into the room. You looked up, startled. “Oh––Hi Pete.” 

He smiled back, the expression not quite reaching his eyes. He paused, a few feet away from you, looking down at his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He could hear your heartbeat quicken. “W––What do you mean?”

“I heard your phone call, Y/N.” 

“Oh, Pete––” You closed the distance between the two of you, your hand reaching out to hold his shoulder but his hand shot out and caught it in mid-air. He could hear your heartbeat becoming erratic. 

He looked up at you and your breath hitched at the sinful look in his eyes. He could hear you getting excited, he could also smell you too. “Asked you a question, baby.” He tilted his head and brought your hand to his mouth, turning it to kiss the inside of your wrist, his thumb caressing the soft skin. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to be used like a toy?”

Your mouth went dry. “I––” You had no idea what to say. You knew he could tell how aroused you were getting, yet he wasn’t doing anything. 

He raised a brow, clearly waiting for a response, and though it frustrated you, it also made you even wetter. 

“I didn’t think you’d––be able to.” You could see a flash of irritation cross his features. 

“I can lift a truck with my bare hands, and you thought I wouldn’t be able to dominate a pretty,” he leaned closer to you, “little thing,” he tilted your chin up, “like you?” Everything would be considered little to Pete when it came to his super strength––you’d never thought about it like that. 

He moved as if he was going to kiss you, his breath softly touching your lips. “I’m going to have you crying for me, angel.”

He pulled away from you and you tried to lean forward and steal a kiss but you weren’t fast enough. He started to pull your shirt up and paused to let you confirm that you wanted this. When you nodded, he continued and pulled it off completely, letting it fall to the ground. His eyes shamelessly ogled your chest and the look in his eyes made you feel so vulnerable but so seductive––as if you were the one putting him in a trance, even though for you, it was the other way around. 

He kissed his way down your stomach as he crouched down, pulling down your sweats and helping you step out of them. He stood back up and trailed his eyes over your body, your pebbled nipples, the rise and fall of your chest. God, you were magnificent.

“Are––Are you not gonna get undressed?” You asked quietly. When he raised a brow, you swallowed and looked down, suddenly nervous. 

He tilted your head up by your chin and you bit your lip. “You want me to get naked? Wanna see how hard my cock is for you, just from the sight of you?” You nodded eagerly and he tutted, “You know you have to tell me exactly what you want, princess. Otherwise, I won’t do a thing.” 

You licked your lips nervously. “I want––I want to see you. All of you.” 

“Yeah?” He teased. “What part of me do you want to see?” 

“Pete–” You whined, embarrassed. He crossed his arms and you sighed. “Your––I want to see your cock.” You said quietly. 

He smiled, tapping your chin playfully. “There you go, baby. That wasn’t so hard was it?” 

He pulled his shirt off teasingly slow, only letting you see inches of his skin at a time, your eyes trailing up with each sliver of skin you saw––from his v-line, to his abs, until he finally pulled it all the way off. He took off his pants and his boxers in no time, but he barely gave you any time to gawk at him. 

“Get on the bed.” You could tell in his eyes, he wasn’t playing. You followed his instructions quickly, part of you extremely excited to see how this played out. 

You got on your back in the middle of the bed and held your breath as Peter watched you silently, stroking his cock slowly. Your mouth was watering at the sight of him, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t let you take care of him first. 

“Safe word is red, okay? Don’t be afraid to use it if you need to.” He looked at you to make sure you heard him and you nodded.

“Okay.” 

He took his time taking you in, watching you squirm on the bed. You don’t even know how long he’d made you wait so far, it could have been thirty seconds, it could have been two minutes––you have no idea but it was too long. The way his hand was squeezing around his cock the way you liked to, his tip leaking with pre-cum, you couldn’t handle it. You started to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some pressure and his eyes snapped up to yours immediately. 

“Spread your legs.” 

You whined but complied, sighing when you felt the air of the room hit between your legs. 

Peter’s eyes narrowed in on your center and he sped up his hand. “Fuck, princess. Look at you. You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? Can see you glistening from here.” 

You mewled, his words only making you more bothered. You had to physically stop yourself from closing your legs but Peter wasn’t having that.

“Hands above your head.” 

You looked at him, pouting. “But Pete––”

“Hands. Above. Your. Head.”

You swallowed and did as he asked. He climbed onto the bed, sitting on his knees between your legs, eyes focused on your center. “You’re so fucking perfect. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” 

He brought his hands to trail up and down your thighs, his touch teasingly soft. “You know what else I can’t believe?”

You hummed, looking up at him. 

“That you didn’t tell me you wanted to be treated like a slut.” You audibly gasped and he smirked. “This whole time I was treating you like my innocent little angel,” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, “when you really just wanted to be my needy little whore.” He trailed his hand down your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him, but not close enough. 

Your back arched as you squirmed under him, “Peter please.” 

He quirked a brow, looking into your eyes. “Yes?”

“Touch me.” 

“I am touching you.” He retorted, a small smile on his face. 

“Pete come on,” you whined, “stop messing around.”

“Sweetheart,” He dug his fingers into your thighs, making you sigh. “Does it look like I’m joking?” He kissed your knee. “Where do you want me to touch you exactly?”

You let out a shaky breath.

He kissed the side of your knee. “Here?” You shook your head. He kissed about an inch lower, a smile on his face. “Here?” You shook your head once again. He kissed lower and lower, asking each time, and every time, you would shake your head no. When he finally reached the highest point of your thigh, right next to your center, you were basically panting with want. 

He was lying down on the bed now, his face hovering above your wet center. He kissed your clit gently and you moaned, your hips bucking for more, but he was quick to push you back down with one hand.

He laughed, “Is this where you want me to touch, baby?” You nodded desperately, but that wasn’t enough for him. He tilted his head, licking his lips. “Say it.” He ordered. 

You looked down at him, your eyes about to water already with how sensitive and needy you were. “I want––want you to touch my pussy please, Peter.”

“Such a bad girl,” he cooed teasingly. “Naughty mouth too.” His fingers were tracing around your pussy softly, barely grazing your skin, making you yearn for more. “Practically punishing me just because you didn’t tell me what you wanted. Talking about me to your friend, keeping this to yourself...” He looked you in the eye, the dark look in his gaze making your breath hitch. “You were holding back from me too, princess. Depriving me of the darkest, most sensual parts of you, your desires, when we both could have been having fun…What on earth am I gonna do with you?” He pulled his hand away from you and you whined, making him bite his lip. “More importantly, what am I gonna do to you?”

You took a sharp inhale. 

He lowered his head, still looking up at you. “You want my mouth?”

You nodded. “Want your mouth on me, please please please Peter.” You were already begging and the thought made Peter twitch. He had to control himself, he knew that if he rutted against the bed and just watched you, he’d cum in no time––and he really wanted to do that inside of you. But he couldn’t help but drag this out a little bit––not when you looked so enticing.

“Yeah?” he bit his lip. “You want my mouth on this pretty pussy?”

You were near tears, “Yes Peter! Please!” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you just wanted him to do something. This was the wettest and neediest you’ve ever felt and he hadn’t even touched you yet. 

“Say it, baby.”

You looked at him, barely hearing his words, your response breathless. “W–What?”

His eyes were piercing yours. “Say you want me to eat this pretty little pussy. Then I’ll give you what you want.” 

“P––Pete I––” 

He raised a brow and made as if he was going to get up, and you quickly spoke up, “Okay I––Please Pete,” He looked at you, wordlessly egging you on. “I want you to eat my pretty little pussy…” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, but then again, so did the rest of your body. 

He hummed, still not moving. “One mistake though, babe.” You pouted, in disbelief that he still hadn’t eaten you out––normally he would jump straight to it, no questions asked. “This isn’t your pussy.” His finger trailed down from your clit to your hole, picking up the wetness as it dragged down ever so softly and your brows furrowed in frustration and pleasure, his other hand pinning you down. “It’s mine.” 

You closed your mouth, your pussy clenching hopelessly around nothing. 

“So correct yourself.” 

“I––” You paused and bit your lip. 

“I’m waiting, princess. You know it’s not really nice of you to make me wait this long. I’ve been aching to get my mouth on you.” He ran his finger back up to rest on your clit and you sighed.

You had to bite your tongue to prevent your frustrations from pouring out through some very vulgar words. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and Peter smiled annoyingly at you when you opened your eyes––He knew exactly what he was doing. His hand rubbed up and down in your inner thigh and you took a shaky breath. “Peter please? Can you eat your pretty little pussy? It’s throbbing Pete please, I need you––”

He growled and buried his face in you, his tongue lapping up and spreading your wetness. Your hands shot down to grab his hair immediately and he pulled away, making you whine loudly. “I said hands above your head, sweetheart. First and final warning.” You raised your hands back where they were and he dove back in, hands pushing your thighs apart as he devoured you. 

He was moaning into you, fully and unabashedly enjoying himself. “My pussy’s always so fucking wet and sweet for me, isn’t it?” 

You sighed dreamily, the pleasure going straight to your head, “Mm only for you.” 

He chuckled, his tongue making its way through your folds to lap at your clit mercilessly. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you into him, shaking his head, moving his tongue aggressively to push you towards the edge. You felt your breath hitch, your eyes widening as your legs started to tremble. Unwillingly, your hands shot down and just as they made contact with his head, he pulled away from you, making you whine loudly.

“Pete no––”

He licked his lips, not even bothering to wipe his chin and you clenched helplessly around nothing. You were pulsing and his eyes focused on your pussy for a moment before he looked back up into your eyes.

“What did I say?”

“I––”

“What. Did I. Say, Y/N.” 

You gulped, “To keep my hands above my head.”

“That’s right. And did you do what I asked?” His eyes were piercing yours. 

“You just felt––”

“Did you. Do. What I asked?” 

You shook your head nervously, “N––No.”

He sat back, looking you up and down, hunger in his eyes. “Gonna have to punish you now, sweetheart.”

You perked up and he smiled. He could hear your heartbeat, your breath. “Yeah baby? You want me to spank that pretty ass of yours?”

You nodded, getting into position over his lap before he could even blink. You turned your head and batted your eyelashes teasingly. “Can you please spank me?” 

“Jesus––” he muttered, his hands going over your smooth skin, grabbing the flesh. “So beautiful, aren’t you?” You bucked into his hips, getting wetter from his words and his touch. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together and he swatted one of them lightly, making you gasp. “You know what to do. Spread em, babygirl.”

You whined but opened your legs, spread over him as if he were taking you from behind. “Such a naughty girl, wanting me to hurt you.” He spanked you with no warning and his strong hands held you back when you jolted away from him. “Such. A. Dirty. Fucking. Thing.” He spanked you between each word, your back arching further with each hit. 

“Fuck, Pete.” 

“Yeah I know. My princess likes that doesn’t she?” You nodded pathetically and he smiled, lifting you up to sit in his lap. “Well too bad this is supposed to be a punishment, then.” His smile dropped and your legs clenched around him. “On the bed like before. Don’t make me ask twice.” 

You crawled over to the middle again, hands above your head and he watched you for a moment. He got up without a word and you stopped yourself from complaining. He came back with something in his hands and it looked like––

He pressed a button in a split second and your hands were webbed to the bed. Your eyes went wide and he could tell that you enjoyed it. He threw the web-shooter aside and climbed back between your legs, his hands running up and down your thighs. 

“This okay baby?” You nodded and he smiled. “Since I know I can’t trust you to follow simple instructions and keep your hands where they belong,” he gave you a pointed look. “I just had to do something myself to make sure that you’re a good girl for me.” 

He lowered himself back down and wasted no time, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your pussy, his arm slinging across your waist when you started squirming. 

“Ughh F––Fuck, Pete––”

“That’s it, just take it baby.” He locked eyes with you. “Feel the way my tongue is touching you in ways that only I can.” He lifted his head and spit on your pussy, making you gasp, your hands hopelessly straining against the restraints. He cursed softly, noticing the way you were weakly fighting against the webs and licked along your slit, making a proper mess between your thighs with the mix of his spit and your wetness. His lips and his chin were soaked and you could see them glistening every time he pulled away from you or moved, only making you needier and wetter. 

“Baby, I’m close––” You barely spit out, your voice quiet. 

He hummed and sucked on your clit harshly, making you choke on your breath. Just as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge, he let you go with a loud pop of his lips, moving his kisses to your inner thighs. You let out a pained whine and he smirked, his lips still pressed to your thigh as he looked up at you. 

“Why?” You asked, your voice breaking. 

“Told you I wanted you to cry.” He had the nerve to shrug nonchalantly. 

“You’re being mean.” You pouted, but Peter could hear your heartbeat, he could tell how you really felt, and you knew this. 

He smirked again. “Don’t sit there and pretend you don’t like it.” He licked up your pussy again. “Looking at and tasting how wet you are, we both know how much you love this.” Before you could come up with a response, he wrapped his lips around you, licking and sucking. You felt sensitive and you were throbbing, aching to cum.

You could feel yourself reaching your peak rather quickly and your eyes fluttered shut, your head falling back as you tried and failed to arch your back under Peter’s hold. Before you could get a glimpse of relief, Peter pulled away from you again and you let out a small cry.

He did this again and again, every time you were about to tip over, he released your clit from his lips and trailed his kisses to your thighs, watching you pant and whine. He’d wait until you calmed down to shift his attention back between your legs.

Every time he edged you it hurt, but it also felt so good. It was thrilling. You were so needy and so desperate, and that was exactly how he wanted you. By the third edge, your eyes were glassy, by the fifth you had tears pooling in your eyes, and by the sixth, they finally rolled down your cheeks. Only then did he let you cum, sitting up on his knees and practically bending you in half as he devoured you, moans and whines falling from your lips. 

Your body was trembling the whole time that you came, his mouth still attached to you. You felt relief for a few seconds before you realized he wasn’t stopping and there was no way for you to push him off. If you really did want him to stop, you could just say the safe word, but it felt so overwhelmingly good, part of you wanted it to stop, but part of you wanted him to keep going. 

“Pete oh my god!––”

He growled and kept going, shaking his head and humming into you, his tongue dipping in and out of you while he held you up, one arm wrapped over you, while he slipped two fingers into your dripping hole and sucked on your bundle of nerves. Your legs were shaking, your body convulsing as he tortured you. He didn’t stop until you came again and again. 

He set you down on the bed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it up, and sucking on his fingers, not wanting to let any of you go to waste. “Taste so fucking good, princess.” 

Your body was still going through aftershocks as he looked you up and down. He bent down as if he was going to eat you out again, his eyes on yours, and licked one teasingly slow stripe up your pussy, making you yelp and weakly try to shut your legs. He kissed your clit and up along your stomach, making his way up to your chest, then your lips. You eagerly kissed him back with tongue, tasting yourself as you trembled under him. 

He pulled away and smiled down at you, far too innocently, but there was a glint in his eyes. “Never get tired of tasting my pussy.” 

You let out a small whimper and your legs unconsciously squeezed around his waist. He brought a hand down to trace your thigh and your ass, his touch making you shiver. He grabbed your thigh and leaned down to kiss you again, your bodies molding together, his cock grinding against your pussy, making you whine into his lips. You were so sensitive, but you still wanted more. 

“Gonna let me fuck my pussy baby, hm?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He grabbed his cock with one hand and hissed, pumping himself a few times before swiping it through your wet folds and sliding in. He bottomed out immediately, letting out a string of broken groans as you moaned. 

“Feels so fucking tight.” His head fell back for a moment, eyes closing as he let himself just feel you. He thrusted in and out of you and his head fell forward again, focused on where you two were connected. “That’s it. Just like that. Such a perfect pussy. My perfect pussy.” 

You mewled and his eyes snapped up to yours. “You like when I talk about my pussy baby?” You nodded and he smiled. “Yeah I know you do. Filthy fucking thing.” 

 He started thrusting into you at a faster pace, your walls clenching around him, making him let out a few groans and curses. You were both sweaty and needy––Peter’s cheeks were red, his curls falling over his eyes, his arms straining and flexing as he pounded into you. He looked like a god. 

Your mouth was open, your eyes basically closing, a sheen layer of sweat on your body making your skin shine. Peter could tell you were getting closer, still sensitive from your orgasms and his teasing, it didn’t take long. 

“You wanna cum baby?”

You nodded, panting, “So bad.”

“Such a greedy girl.” He held eye contact with you, thrusting deeply for a few moments before he stopped his hips, making you cry out. “Beg for it.” 

You pouted, hands subconsciously trying to reach to hold his cheeks, but unable to due to the webs holding them back, making Peter smile. “Peter please let me cum baby.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

He tilted his head, licking his lips. “I know you can do much better than that, princess.”

Your brows furrowed in frustration. “Please! I need to cum, I’ve been a good girl.” He stared at you, prompting you to keep going. “Wanna cum and I want you to cum inside me too. Know you want to, can feel you throbbing inside me baby. Please?” Your throat was dry, voice practically shot when you finished. 

Peter just looked at you for a moment before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting into you at full force, making you scream. He started pounding into you, grunting as your walls pulled him in, coaxing him to fuck you harder. 

“This what you wanted?” He grunted out. “Yeah?”

You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as he brought a hand down to rub at your clit, making your legs tense and tremble around him. He didn’t stop until he brought you over the edge, your whole body vibrating, yelps spilling from your lips, your neck tilted back, inviting him to mark it up. He groaned into your skin, licking, biting and sucking at your neck as he came shortly after, filling you up, making you moan. 

He stayed there for a bit, soothing you with his kisses, his hands running up and down your side before he sat up. 

He pulled out of you and ripped the webs apart, holding your hands and kissing your wrists softly before lying down next to you, cradling you in his chest. You wrapped an arm and a leg around him, sighing contently. You were both panting, trying to catch your breath and settle down. 

After a bit, he spoke up. “So...was that good for you?” He asked sheepishly. 

You looked up at him, smiling. Same old Peter. “That was amazing Pete.” You leaned up and kissed him softly, the two of you melting into each other for a few moments. 

“I’m glad.” He smiled, his hand tracing patterns on your side, the other holding your jaw. “So next time you’re gonna tell me what you need, right?”

You bit your lip, “I don’t know…I kinda wanna see what happens if you find out on your own again.” 

His grip tightened around your waist as he shook his head, laughing quietly, “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Chaconne (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Summary: You are an aspiring concert violinist who attends an audition for the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra, under the new direction of famous conductor Agatha Harkness

Word Count: 4.2K

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBNquKkKcF4

A/N: Hello! This is an AU fic heavily inspired by one of my favorite tv shows Mozart In The Jungle. This is going to be at least 3 more chapters, and I already have the second part done so it should be uploaded by the weekend. Also, I added a link to the piece that is heavily mentioned throughout this fic. It’s not necessary to listen to it before reading (or at all haha), I just thought I’d add it in for anyone curious :) Hope y’all enjoy! Please let me know what you think, and my inbox is always open for any questions. Also: I do not own Mozart In The Jungle...Jeff Bezos please do not sue me. 

You rushed through the bustling streets of Manhattan, silently cursing yourself for not getting a cab. Not that it would’ve made much of a difference; rush hour in the city was horrendous no matter what form of transportation you chose. But at least you would have been sitting in an air conditioned car and not running through the crowded streets. You tightened your grip on your violin case as you hurried across the street, destination clear in your mind.

You had been finishing up your final private lesson of the day when you received a call from one of your old college friends. They informed you to drop everything you were doing, not literally because that would include your very expensive and very fragile violin, and hurry down to symphony hall because one of the first violinists in the Manhattan Symphony had sprained her wrist and they were holding open auditions.

A part of you knew the odds of being selected from hundreds of the best violinists in one of the most affluent cities for music was slim to none, but you also knew you had to take this chance. It’s what you had been working so hard towards during undergrad and grad school, and it would be nice to have a more...stable job. The Manhattan Symphony Orchestra was one of the greatest and well respected orchestras in the world, and you would kill to earn a chair.  

You ran faster than you had in months, and made a mental note to add more cardio to your basically nonexistent workout regime because wow, you were out of shape. Rounding the corner, you quickly dodged running into other pedestrians and could see symphony hall a block away. Despite the burning in your lungs begging you to stop running like a mad woman, you picked up the pace and sprinted to the building.

Ever since you started playing the violin you swore to anyone who would listen that you would play in the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra. Your siblings would always ask for concert tickets to see their favorite band, or sporting tickets, but you always begged your parents to take you to the symphony. While your siblings hated it and complained how long and boring it was (and the outrage that they weren’t allowed to bring food inside), you were enraptured by the entire experience.

You fell in love with the sounds of Dvorak, Beethoven, Brahms, and Tchaikovsky. Sitting in the concert hall you waited in anticipation to watch the musicians who had spent their entire lives preparing for that moment; to pour every ounce of their soul into their instruments. Ever since the moment you stepped inside your first concert hall at the young age of five, you knew this is where you wanted to spend the rest of your life.

Shaking those thoughts aside you hurried through the building to where the blind auditions were being held. You silently thanked whatever genius came up with the idea of a blind audition, because you were a mess after running over twelve blocks from your apartment. Following the signs on the walls, you found the warm up room, but was surprised to find everyone packing up.

There were over a dozen people of various ages, and you noticed one of them crying. A woman around your age noticed your disheveled appearance and sighed. “If you’re here for the blind auditions, they were cancelled.”

You felt your heart drop. “What? Did they already find someone?”

“No, because the new conductor is a total psycho,” Someone else said angrily. “She kept yelling about how we’re all wasting her time and she’d rather have her pet rabbit play New World Symphony.” He motioned to the girl who was sobbing. “And she told Megan her tone was so bad that she would personally throw her violin into a wood chipper so no one would have to suffer through her performing again.”

The new conductor he was referring to was one of your favorites. Agatha Harkness. She was beloved throughout the music community and had many fans, but you had heard rumors of her hard work ethic and ability to make people cry in under a minute. You thought back to your undergrad violin lessons where one of your professors told you that your tone while playing Mendelssohn sounded like a dying donkey. Musicians were often times very blunt.

“That’s a bit harsh.”

“A bit?” The guy rolled his eyes. “This job isn’t worth it. I’m going to audition for the second violin chair in Iowa. It might not be as great of an orchestra but at least their conductor isn’t the devil incarnate.”

As the others continued to pack up, you still felt your gut twisting at what could have been. Feeling rejected, you left the room and saw the back entrance to the stage open. From a quick glance around it appeared the hallway was deserted, so you quickly ran through the door, violin case still in hand.

Time came to a stand still as you walked on stage and stared into the seemingly empty concert hall. You dreamt about this moment more times than you cared to admit. There was something so peaceful about being on stage. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and pictured a scene you had spent years dreaming about. Realizing the opportunity to play in this hall wouldn’t likely come again, you made the split decision to open your violin case.

Staring at your violin, you briefly wondered if this was a good idea. But, you silently argued that no one else was around, and besides, you did run half a mile to get here. It would be a waste to not play and appreciate the gorgeous acoustics. Plus you could feel your fingers aching to play something, anything, to let out the feelings of  disappointment from missing the auditions.

Gently pulling out your bow, you applied a generous amount of rosin before grabbing your violin. You took a few minutes to tune, and the moment your bow hit the strings you felt a shiver at how the sound bounced off the walls. You went through a condensed version of your normal warm up and played a few different scales before debating on what piece to play.

Although your friend had briefly explained the audition would be sight reading and then playing excerpts from Dvorak’s New World Symphony, the auditions were over and you wanted to play something else. It wasn’t the flashiest piece, or one of the better known violin concertos, but it felt right. Vitali’s Chaconne arranged by Charlier. You had originally learned the gorgeous piece during your junior year of undergrad for a concerto competition and it had quickly become a favorite.

Clearing your mind of everything but the music, you closed your eyes and began to play. Your bow swept across the string, producing the opening g-minor chord. The melodic sound rang through the empty hall and you felt your heart ache at how good this felt. It had been a while since you had the time to play this piece, but it was like it had been no time at all. Your fingers danced across the strings and you felt all the uneasiness leave your body.

While this wasn’t the most complex piece you had ever played, it required your full attention. The chaconne was structured as a simple sixteen bar phrase that was rephrased and dallied up with different techniques and melodies which made it easy enough to memorize, but hard enough that you needed to focus on the pattern your fingers made.

With every movement of your bow, every run you made up and down the fingerboard, you were letting out the pain and sadness you felt radiating through your body. It was hard to put into words how playing the violin made you feel, but the best explanation you had come up with was that it was your salvation. There was no sweeter medicine than performing. No matter how out of control life was, how bad things got, your solution was turning to music. It saved you.

As you neared the end of the piece, you felt your bow arm gently ache and you knew you had to have complete focus if you were going to hit the upcoming octave slides that led to the double stops of doom. Octaves were never a violinist’s favorite technique, and they were your own personal kryptonite. You had rather tiny hands, which made the stretch from your index to your pinky rather difficult on a good day. You changed the position of your hand to make the reach to hit the upper octave, but briefly winced when you realized you had fallen flat on the lower note.

You ended with a flourish of your bow on the final g-minor chord and let out the breath you had been holding in. You stood there for a moment, soaking in the afterglow of your performance and enjoying the quiet that radiated throughout the spacious room. Just as you went to clean off your violin and leave before you got kicked out, you heard the sound of slow clapping from within the hall. The hall was dimmed and you saw a figure sitting far up in the upper rows. The mystery figure continued clapping and they stood up and walked down the steps towards the stage. There in all her glory stood Agatha Harkness, the newest conductor of the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra.

“Not bad, but your octave slides could use some touching up,” Agatha offered as she stood at the bottom of the stage. “You tend to go flat on the lower notes.”

You felt your breath hitch as you saw the famous, and apparently very scary, conductor staring at you. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”

“Ah so you aren’t here for the auditions?” Agatha questioned, arching an eyebrow up at you. “What are you doing here then, breaking and entering? I’d hate to have to call security on you.”

“What? No, no I’m not...” You stammered, feeling your cheeks turn red. “I came for the auditions but I was told they were cancelled.”

Agatha laughed, and you noticed how it was more of a cackle. “They were. But believe me dear, I’m sure you would have done the same if you were in my shoes.”

“One of them said you threatened to throw their violin in a wood chipper. Isn’t that a little mean?” You pointed out.

“You did not have to listen to that imbecile butcher the opening of Mendelssohn,” Agatha argued, folding her hands across her chest. “Throwing her violin in a wood chipper would be the least I could do to ensure no one else suffers hearing that disgrace of a sound ever again.”

You stifled a giggle that threatened to escape. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

Agatha waved her hand in the air. “Maybe. But you,” she pointed a finger at you, intrigue colored her features. “You were good. Vitali’s Chaconne is a personal favorite of mine. Everyone always chooses to play Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D Major, or Mendelssohn, or Brahms, or something big and flashy. I’ve always preferred a more subdued piece like Vitali. Violinists don’t take enough time to appreciate the beauty of a chaconne.”

You stared at her in disbelief. Almost no one had even heard of Vitali’s Chaconne, but she did and it was her favorite. “Thank you, Miss Harkness. I-“

“Ah ah ah,” Agatha waved a finger to silence you. “I’m not finished. You were good, but not great. Your octave slides were flat. Your bow hold is giving me a headache, you need to relax more. Your vibrato is too fast, we need to work on slowing it down. Didn’t your teacher ever tell you that? And don’t even get me started on your opening chord.” She eyed the younger woman before continuing. “But despite all that, you have promise.”

You were speechless. She wasn’t yelling at you? “You think I have promise?”

Agatha nodded. “Which is why I’m offering you a job.”

“I got the position?” You smiled. “I can’t believe it.”

Agatha’s eyebrows furrowed. “What? No, don’t be ridiculous. You’re not ready to play with the Manhattan Symphony.”

“But you said you were offering me a job,” you repeated the words of the older woman.

“And I am. As my personal assistant,” Agatha explained as if it was the most obvious answer.

“You want me to be your assistant?” You said in disbelief. “Miss Harkness I’m not so sure if I’m qualified-“

Agatha cut you off again. “If you’re serious about being a violinist, especially being a violinist in my orchestra, we need to work on your technique. Natural talent only gets you so far my dear.” She shrugged. “And I may have just fired my newest assistant for being entirely incompetent.”

“I don’t know what to say,” You admitted. This certainly isn’t how you expected your day to go.

“I’m not going to force you to work for me, dear,” Agatha drawled out. “You can walk right out that door and continue on with your presumably simple and boring life.”

“And if I stay?” You prompted, already knowing what you were going to choose.

Agatha slowly walked up the steps of the stage and approached you. “Well then I’ll have my work cut out for me. As will you, darling. I’ll be working you quite hard.” You blushed at her suggestive tone and she smirked at your reaction. “Blushing already? I’ve barely even started.”

You cleared you throat before nodding. “Alright. I’ll do it.”

“Then let’s get started.” Agatha smirked. “This is going to be fun. Now, let’s take it from the top.”

Working for Agatha was interesting. She was very hard to read, and you could never tell if she was mad at you or if she was just in a mood. You had spent the past few weeks helping her prepare for the first symphony rehearsal of the season. Granted you weren’t doing much to help, all she was asking you to do was make copies of parts and to organize folders for each section.

Today was different. You entered the mostly empty building with a drink holder containing two cups of coffee in one hand and your violin case in the other when the sound of Agatha’s heels came click-clacking down the hallway. From the moment she rounded the corner, you could tell she was in a foul mood.

She was mumbling something incoherent but she stopped when she spotted you. “You’re late.”

You chose to not comment on the fact you were an hour early and instead carefully set down your violin case to hand her one of the cups of coffee. “Bad morning?”

“Hayward is an asshole,” Agatha seethed. “I had the entire season planned out but he thinks I’m not appealing to our investors.”

Well that explained it. Tyler Hayward was CFO of the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra and was a Grade-A asshole. You only had a few interactions with the man but they had all been quite unpleasant. He was less than pleased to discover Agatha had fired the assistant he hired and chose to hire you without consulting him. Luckily Agatha had all but kicked him out of her office and told you to come to her if he gave you a hard time.

“How is Dvorak’s Symphony No. 9 not appealing to investors?” You asked in confusion. “Everyone loves The New World Symphony.”

“That’s not the problem. He thinks I’m playing it too safe with the soloists,” Agatha explained and you thought of the soloists selected thus far. You could see how they would be safe options, but who doesn’t love Joshua Bell?

“But it’s too late to get out of those contracts without losing money,” You pointed out. “Does Hayward not know that?”

“Oh believe me, Hayward always gets his way,” Agatha spat out, and you noticed she appeared to be growing angrier. “He’s still mad I was voted in as music director by the board instead of his choice for the position, so he’s punishing me. And now I have to deal with Maximoff.”

You made a mental note to address the first part about Hayward later when Agatha wasn’t as grumpy, but grinned at the mention of the famous pianist. “Maximoff as in the Wanda Maximoff? She’s-“

“A wild card and not the soloist I envisioned having,” Agatha finished for you, glaring at the mere thought of the woman as you both walked towards her office.

“But she’s an amazing pianist,” You argued, remembering the one time you had the opportunity to watch her perform live with the Royal Philharmonic. “The way she plays is beautiful, and magical, and-“

Agatha growled and glared at you, picking up the speed she was walking at. “And she has no control. She doesn’t listen to direction and thinks she’s always right. Her ego is her downfall.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Wow, that sounds absolutely nothing like you.”

Agatha let out a laugh but still sent you another glare. “Don’t push it, darling,” Agatha warned you as she unlocked the door to her office. “I am nothing like Wanda Maximoff.”

You rolled your eyes after she turned around. “Right. So I’ll take the Beethoven parts out to make room for Wanda’s piece?”

Agatha sighed and combed her fingers through her wildly curly hair. “Well I’d rather just tell the little Sokovian princess she’s not allowed anywhere near my orchestra. But since that would be frowned upon, yes put the Beethoven back. Her agent should be emailing us the parts later today.”

You set off to prepare the dreadful task of reorganizing each folder while Agatha studied different scores. She had her baton out and was mindlessly conducting as she went through the fourth movement of the Dvorak. Over the past few weeks you had started to fall in love with watching her conduct. There was something so mesmerizing by the way she could bring different pieces to life with the mere movement of her hands. You watched her right hand lightly grip the baton and noticed the position of her fingers lightly grasping the silver object while her blue eyes scanned the score.

She felt your staring and smirked as she continued conducting. “See something you like, dear?”

Blushing furiously you went back to your task of sorting music, but every once in a while you allowed yourself to take a break to watch Agatha conduct, and although she smirked whenever she noticed, she didn’t make any more comments. Eventually you finished the work and put the folders away while filing the Beethoven in the cabinet.

“Good, you’re done,” Agatha said as she stood up. “Now it’s time for my favorite part of the day.”

You internally groaned and realized what she wanted. “Where you make one of the interns cry and go get lunch?”

“Close, dear. But no.” She motioned to your violin case. “Come.”

This was your least favorite part of the day. Now, you were used to receiving constructive criticism, and even just good old fashioned criticism. Over the years you had less than kind violin teachers, and you shuddered at the memory of Stefan throwing a chair across the room when you only had three pages of Mendelssohn fully memorized two months before your recital preview. He kept yelling in Russian that he would not be the first faculty member to have a student fail a preview. Or the time Jacqueline caused you to have a panic attack right before your sophomore year concerto competition because she didn’t ‘like your stage presence’ and went on some insane rant, and then yelled at you more while you were sobbing. Ah, the fond memories you had of college.

But there was something so intensely nerve wracking about performing in front of Agatha that it made all of those encounters seem like fun and games. You weren’t sure what it was about the woman, but there was just something about her presence that constantly had you on edge. What made it ten times worse was that Agatha seemed to be aware of the effect she had on you, and did whatever she could to make you blush.

You took a few moments to tune your violin and roll your shoulders back while Agatha made herself comfortable in the audience, but you both knew she wouldn’t stay out there for long.

“Now darling,” Agatha called out from her seat. “I want you to remember what we’ve been working on. The first impression you set when your bow hits the string needs to be dominating. I want to feel like you’re pinning me down on the stage. Make me want it.”

You stared at her incredulously and shook your head, trying not to visualize what she just said to you. “Right...pinning...dominating,” You murmured as you straightened your stance and took a deep breath. Setting your bow on the string, you made sure it was positioned at the frog.

“I can see you tensing from all the way out here,” Agatha said in a mocking tone. “Do I need to come up there and help you relax?”

You knew her coming anywhere near you would do the opposite to relax you. “Nope. Just stay where you are!”

“Oh, are you the one giving orders now, my dear?” Agatha teased as she slowly got out of her seat and made her way towards the stage. “I’m just trying to help. You need to relax your shoulders, otherwise you’re going to end up with a hunchback.”

“I like the Hunchback of Notre Dame,” You offered weakly as you watched her stalk her way up the stairs, her heels clicking up each step.

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Of course you do.” She closed the distance between you and put her hands on your shoulders. “You need to relax.” She examined you closer and arched an eyebrow. “And breathe, my dear. Unless you want to fall in my arms.” You had taken to staring at the floor of the stage until you felt her hand gently cup your chin, forcing you to gaze at her. “Am I that hideous to look at that?”

“Ha, you’re so funny,” You managed to get out before taking a deep breath, and once again tried to relax your shoulders.

Despite your best efforts, you still felt tense, and Agatha noticed it as well. Letting out a gentle huff she moved behind you and began to rub your upper back. “Jeez, have you ever had a massage? It seems like you need one.”

“That’s a bit above my current pay check,” You quipped and blushed when you heard her responding chuckle.

“If you’re asking for a raise, you’re going to have to do better than that,” Agatha replied, her breath tickling your ear and sending delightful shivers down your spine. “You need to let go, darling. This much tension in your shoulders will do too much damage to your posture.”

She hit a particularly hard knot and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. You thought you heard Agatha mumble something under her breath but you were so lost in the sensation you didn’t ask her what she said. Agatha continued rubbing your shoulders and you slowly felt yourself relax into her touch.

“That’s it,” Agatha murmured. “Good girl.” Your eyes shot open at the praise and you heard her lightly chuckle. “Relax, dear. I could do this all day.”

Your shoulders eventually loosened up and you couldn’t help but groan when Agatha took a step away from you. “Quit your whining and play that chord,” Agatha demanded as she turned away from you, clapping her hands loudly. “I want to be wowed.”

Taking a deep breath, you fixed your stance before setting your bow back on the string. You were hesitating, and Agatha knew it too.

“Any day now. It’s not like I have anything else to do,” Agatha’s words were sharp but you knew she meant it as encouragement.

You let go of any fears you had of what would come next as you positioned your fingers on the string and rolled your bow to produce the g-minor chord. Your left wrist was loose enough to slow down your vibrato and you went through the first section without any interruptions from Agatha. As you began the next phrase you remembered what Agatha had told you about making it bigger and better than before.

“Always leave them wanting more,” Agatha had instructed her. “Make each phrase slightly different. No one wants to suffer through ten minutes of the same few notes.”

You added more vibrato for this phrase and changed the dynamics so you were growing in sound until you heard her calling for you to stop.

“Stop! Stop, that’s enough,” Agatha yelled as she walked back towards you. “That was...better.”

“Dare I say you sound surprised?” You joked causing her to glare at you.

“Fishing for compliments, are we?” She questioned, but eventually relented. “You’re getting better.”

You grinned wildly at her praise. “That was the nicest thing you’ve said to me so far today.”

“Keeping score?” Agatha mused, a smile threatening to tug at her lips at your enthusiasm. “Like I said, you’re getting better, but there’s a lot of work to do. I want to hear those octave slides and not feel like my ears are bleeding from your intonation. Chop chop.”

[ghoulciifer]

hi! if you’re not overwhelmed with anything else can you write headcanons of kirishima,bakugo and shinsou with a s/o whos quirk side effects is being dizzy and tired

hc: Kirishima, Bakugo, and Shinsou with an S/O whose quirk has side effects of being dizzy/tired.

tw: none

tags: comfort, fluff

notes: hi bby, i am not overwhelmed by any means LOL my blog is still very small and i get an ask once in a blue moon but that’s my fault for not posting enough content ouchie. but ty for requesting!!! as always i really appreciate it when you guys let me know what content you want, and my inbox is always open to requests. n e ways, i hope you enjoy this n ily

» so i think it is abundantly clear that kirishima is an absolute sweetheart, the BESt boy

» which means it’s no surprise that he’s super supportive and conscious of how your quirk affects you n your body

» when he saw you overuse your quirk for the first time during an extra long training session for the agency you both worked for (before you two started dating), he damn near passed out himself

» bby boy RAN to your side and held you up by your shoulders, leaning down to meet your drooping eyes, his own blown wide open in concern

» “y/n??? you okay??? did something happen??? are you hurt??? do i need to-“

» he’s just a golden retriever istg

» but once your head finally started clearing up you assured him that you’re fine, it’s just a side effect of your quirk

» and you could practically see the worry leaving his body as he visibly relaxed, his hold on you loosening just a bit but never going away (bc he’s lowkey still worried)

» if you’re feeling embarrassed bc of it he’ll reassure you that it happens, you’re still badass and he admires you AWE

» now that you two are together and have been with each other for a while, he knows what to expect and how to handle the situation when it occurs

» knows your limits and when you’ve met them, instantly at your side to support your frail body, bringing you water or a snack for the fatigue so you can build your energy up, supportive boyfie things

» “Do you want the granola bar or the yogurt??? Or I can cut up some fruit!!! I have juice and an extra water bottle and-“

» always tells you how great of a job you’re doing, regardless if you’re upset or not because he just likes to remind you

» i wasn’t lying when i said he is the SWEETEST boy

» he also doesn’t really know if it helps but he always hums while he’s rubbing your back, pushing your head to his chest or shoulder after sitting you down to recuperate

» little does he know that it actually kinda does bc hearing the vibrations through his strong chest really keep you grounded

» wow you are a simp for this dude it’s ok me too uwu

» now this firecracker

» he wouldn’t show his initial concern as expressive as kiri would, but he would definitely panic internally on the same level (if not more tbh, fuckin’ tsundere)

» you two are sparring for shits and giggles, right

» and as you expected he already told you beforehand that he will NOT go easy on your just bc you’re his s/o maybe a lil’ tho bc ur cute

» plus he’s never seen you in combat before because you try to keep heroing out of the relationship so you can just focus on each other when you’re together (this friendly fight is the ONLY exception)

» what you didn’t account for was just how much energy he was making you use, it literally felt like you whole body was going to give out by the end of the match

» you were so close to pinning him down when your body suddenly collapsed and you passed out from fatigue

» he didn’t go into full on panic mode but he definitely went wide eyes and eyed you for a bit before kneeling beside you (boy KNOWS he didn’t fuckin’ kill you, he has control believe it or not)

» and internally he’s all ASHSGSJAFSK WHAT

» so he cautiously pulls you into his arms from the ground and into his chest, arms wrapped around your frame to give you support for when you regain consciousness, calling your name a few times to speed up the process

» he also holds you like this so he knows your breathing (again, he knows he didn’t kill you but just to be sure??)

» when you wake up finally he asks if you’re alright, voice much softer than usual so he doesn’t make the ache in your head worse

» you shyly tell him about the side effects of your quirk upon request and he grunts in response, still cradling your head to his chest with a thumb lightly rubbing against your spine

» “...well damn babe, you’re strong as hell for holding out that long. I thought that fight was never going to fuckin’ end.”

» that’s just his special way of telling you he’s impressed w your abilities and limits, uwu

» now he makes a point to ask if you had any dizzy spells or moments of fatigue during the day when you come home from patrol, just to make sure you were still feeling okay (bc he wouldn’t be opposed to holding you again)

» never admits it but he’s the one who sneaks an extra energy bar in your work duffel before you leave for the day c:

» i might go overboard on this one because shinsou is my BOI, i love this lil’ sleepy head so fn much

» and one of the main reasons why is bc he’s very caring and understanding n will show you that if you’re close enough to him

» which you are bc you’re his s/o, duh lucky bitch >:(

» you got to see this side of him first hand when he saw how your quirk affects you when you push a lil’ too hard

» you were at home, hanging out with your fav boy after a particularly hard day at work, shinsou rubbing your legs that were draped over his lap affectionately

» he could tell you were exhausted but he just figured it was from all the hero work, my guy is v familiar with that feeling

» he did notice you were much quieter than normal bc usually the vacant air was filled with you talking about your day, laughing at his witty jokes, making fun of your mutual friends’ decisions to post certain things on social media i’m lookin’ at you denki

» but again, he just pinned it on your experience with work today so he just sat there massaging your shins while you rested

» eventually you had the impending pressure of needing to pee press uncomfortably on your bladder and the longer you ignored it, the more you realized how close you were to pissing yourself

» so you hoisted yourself off the couch with a groan and the second you stood up, you immediately saw stars and it felt like the world around you was turning at mach fuckin’ 20

» Shinsou (being the perceptive bean he is) immediately had hands around your waist the second you began to sway and reach for anything around you to stabilize, that thing being his arm

» “Woah, woah, woah, easy... you okay, baby?”

» You couldn’t see (yk bc you were literally about to fall over) but the way his brows furrowed upward and his eyes glazing with concern would’ve made your heart go doki doki

» You squeezed your fingers against your temples and kept your eyes closed while you assured him you were fine, it happens, you just overexerted yourself with your quirk today

» He helped you lean against the side of the couch and rubbed your shoulders, standing on his knee on the cushions behind you, muttering sweet things in between your slow inhale and exhale exercises

» tried to sit you down again but you still had to peE

» “Do I need to walk you to the bathroom? Hold your hand while you go?”

» “You are NOT holding my hand while I pee, ‘Toshi.”

» You were ok after a while and successfully made your bathroom trip, but that day he made a mental note to keep an eye out for the signs he wrote off earlier

» On those days he always offers you massages, a cute lil’ cuddle sesh, snacks, even urges you to sit in his lap so he can play with YOUR hair for once boy is selfish when it comes to head scratches

» And will proceed to whisper sweet nothings into your ear during all of the above <3

[lupinsx]

What You Do to Me

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Ever since the beginning of your fifth year, Draco became unpleasant towards you, and you’re determined to find out why.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Kissing, but that’s about it.

a/n — Hello, this is my first writing prompt on here. Feel free to request a one-shot in my inbox and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible!

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"And then she had the audacity to run away! Can you believe her?"

A chorus of exaggerated gasps and responses echoed in the Slytherin common room. You gave a light chuckle at the nature of your friends as you took a sip from the bottle of butterbeer laying around before briefly glancing up at the clock.

Blaise, Pansy, Theo, Daphne, Draco, and you laid sprawled across the couches and floor of the common room. It was a usual thing for you guys to hang out there before curfew whenever an escape from studies was collectively needed. Given the intensity of a fifth year's workload, it was nearly every other day when you guys would gather together with some drinks for a couple hours. You weren't complaining, though — this is much rather preferred than working on Snape's essays.

You suddenly put down your bottle and stood up hazily while brushing down your skirt. Five pair of eyes instantaneously turned towards your way as you shot them an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but I promised my brother I'd meet up with him and his friends in the library."

It wasn't uncommon for you to receive disapproving looks whenever your brother and his Gryffindor friends were brought up. You chose to ignore it, as they never verbally expressed their dislike towards them. Until now, when Draco Malfoy decided he suddenly had something to say.

“Those Gryffindors? You could do so much better," he remarked without sparing you a glance. You scoffed at his immaturity and crossed your arms against your chest.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion, Malfoy," You said, clenching your jaw. "Besides, they make better company than you do." He smirked to himself before turning his head slightly to meet your gaze. There was a moment of hesitation before his response, in which he simply scanned your face before staring into your eyes again.

With an infuriating grin plastered on his face, he said, "Please, we know the real reason is that you want to snog Potter. Your attempts are pathetic, anyone can see that."

Your face heated up with rage and embarrassment — How dare he imply that? "Go to hell, Malfoy," you muttered just loud enough to be heard before storming out of the portrait hole.

He was never this rude throughout your time at Hogwarts. You two were the least closest within the group, as you'd normally never speak to him unless it was alongside the others, but he still remained civil with you. It was only the beginning of the school year when this had changed.

He began giving you snide comments about your closeness with the Golden Trio and you being a Weasley. Most people didn't mind that fact, as you were still a Slytherin despite all of your siblings being otherwise, but Draco never failed to insult you about it somehow during any given circumstance.

You attempted to brush your thoughts of him away once you approached the library. However, the question of why he was being like this towards you remained in your head until the end up the night, making you fall asleep with a clouded head and a heavy chest.

~~~

"Settle down, class, unless you intend on receiving a string of detentions," Professor Snape said languidly, silencing the room of Gryffindors and Slytherins. You sat next to Harry, with your brother Ron seated with Hermione behind you two. "Today, we will be brewing a particularly difficult potion in groups of two. Open up your textbook to page 394 as I put you all into pairs."

Harry gave a slight groan next to you upon hearing Professor Snape. You squeezed his hand reassuringly and offered an encouraging grin. You two would often pair up with each other, given how you have a greater talent for Potions than he does. A partner willing to lead most of it is often hard to come across when the pairs are pre-picked, to Harry's dismay.

Professor Snape began listing pairs of his piece of parchment, causing fear to erupt in the stomach's of most. You didn't pay much attention to the names being said as you pulled out your textbook. It was only until the last pairing when you hear your name being mentioned that you finally looked up.

"Y/N Weasley and Draco Malfoy."

You winced at the mention of your partner for the day. Turning your head tentatively, you glanced at Draco. He held an empty expression, void of any emotions indicating how he felt about the pairing. Upon noticing your gaze, he stood up silently to approach your desk.

"Let me know if he is being a dick to you," Harry said softly, squeezing your shoulder before leaving his seat. You notice the glares Draco gave to Harry's departing figure and rolled your eyes, gesturing him to sit down.

"Don't miss your boyfriend too much," Draco said with a scowl on his face. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. He never quits, does he?

"I'll get the ingredients, you set up the cauldron," You muttered, not wasting any time to get up and briefly depart with him. You quietly groaned in anger once out of his earshot. Out of the twenty-something students in the class, you, unfortunately, had the luck of being with him.

While muttering some less than appropriate words to describe the platinum haired boy, you grabbed the ingredients listed in your textbook. Unicorn hair, you thought to yourself as you try to locate it along the shelves. Upon seeing it in the uppermost compartment, you sighed before placing your materials down and reaching for it.

Come down already! you thought to yourself as you stood on tiptoe with your arms extended. Still, you barely managed to brush your fingers on the bottom of the container. As you contemplated giving up and simply calling someone else to grab it, you felt a presence appear behind you.

Dangerously close behind you.

You could feel their breath tickle the lobe of your ear as they reached for the ingredient with no hassle. Their hand seemed to delicately brush over your outstretched arm on its way down, making shivers appear instantaneously.

You lowered your heel and dropped your arm by your side. Your positions lingered for a brief moment before they took a step back and you turned around. That's when your eyes met a pair of ash-gray ones boring into your own.

For a moment, the room was still, or it at least appeared to be. Nothing else was registered in your brain besides those foggy eyes in front of you. You wanted to take a picture, to capture the beautiful sight, but you knew regardless it would be implanted in your brain for life.

Suddenly, Draco diverted his eyes with a slight cough saying, "You looked like you were struggling." He then strode across the room to return to your desk, looking solely at the work in front of him. As you gathered your materials swiftly and returned to your desk as well, you failed to notice the tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks, similar to your own.

The rest of the class was spent in silence, avoiding his occasional glance and trying to ignore the harsh beating of your heart.

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It was nearly a week after the Potion's incident, and you haven't come across Draco since. To be fair, you were also doing your fair share of avoiding ��� coming to breakfast and dinner earlier than usual and leaving when the crowd came, as well as hanging out with the Gryffindors more often than the Slytherins. But Draco hasn't been attending the get-togethers in the common room before curfew. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the Earth.

As you turn the corner in an empty corridor with no clear direction in mind, a tall figure colliding with yours abruptly broke your trance. You fell on your butt and grimaced. Why must this happen to me, you thought in mild pain. Your eyes were too squinted to notice the hand offered in front of you.

Suddenly, the person grabbed your forearm and lifted you up onto your feet. You stumbled for a moment, gripping onto their shoulder for balance, before your eyes fell on the face of the stranger.

Fate was being real funny today.

Draco stood in front of you, making you hyper aware of lack of space between you two. You immediately retracted your hand from his shoulder, but his grip lingered on your arm for a moment before he took it off. Then, he simply scowled at you and rolled his eyes before walking away.

"Watch where you're going next time, Weasley."

You let out a dry chuckle, amazed by his duality. One minute, he'll be extremely close, staring into yours eyes softly. The next, he'll be acting like an absolute git, taking any chance to insult you.

Before he managed to get far, you grabbed the end of his tie and pulled him back so he was at eye level with you. You glared at him for a moment before speaking slowly, "What is your problem with me?"

Draco gulped tentatively, meeting your harsh stare with his striking silver eyes. After a moment of him simply taking in the appearance of your eyes, he opened his mouth to speak. "It's what you're doing to me."

You paused, your grip loosening on his tie as your expression morphed into one of confusion. "What am I doing to you?" you asked in a soft whisper. You didn't know how to react to his statement — you generally steered clear of him unless he spoke to you first. What could you have possibly done to make him hate you?

Draco pulled his tie out of your hands and stood up to his full height. He then took slow strides towards you, making you backup to maintain some space apart. Eventually, your back had hit a wall, and there was no avoiding his strong gaze when there was merely centimeters between you two. He raised his arm to the spot of the wall next to your head, partially trapping you in this position.

"You wanna know what you're doing to me?" He tilted his head very slightly, searching your face for any sign of emotion. "You're running through my head every minute of every day. You're making my heart beat rapidly and my face red at the mere sight of you. You- you're making me feel things I've never felt for someone before."

There was a slight pause in his speech when he simply gazed into your eyes, observing your reaction. Your lips parted slightly in shock, your eyes widened, your cheeks painted with crimson. He took that as an opportunity to continue, in a breathy whisper, "That's what you're doing to me."

Your outer expression displayed merely surprise, but you were jumping in glee on the inside. You have always liked Draco since the second year. You admired his confidence and pride, his sheer ambition, and admittedly, his handsome appearance. Upon hearing the revelation, it's natural that you'd feel quite joyous.

Still, you had to remind yourself of his behaviour during the past two months. Clearing your throat in an attempt to briefly mask your feelings, you said in a sarcastic tone, "That definitely excuses how you've been treating me this year."

Draco's face suddenly turned pale as his eyebrows furrowed in regret. He looked down, ashamed of himself, and dropped the arm trapping you to his side. He mumbled an apology under his breath and stepped back sadly.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you threw your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you once again. "Don't worry, I forgive you," you said, slamming your lips onto his before he could respond. His eyes widened as he stood still for a moment, but he quickly melted into your lips and brought his arms around your waist shortly after.

The kiss started off passionate, filled with the raw, unadulterated desire built up inside them over the years. He gripped your waist as if you would flee when he let go, and he kept bringing you impossibly closer to him. However, it gradually developed into a sweeter, more slower kiss as it went on. You melted into his arms, and neither wanted the moment to end.

After what felt like a century of having your lips connected, you finally pulled away, heaving a euphoric sigh. His breathing was accelerated, and your lips were red and swollen. A grin slowly stretched across his face, and a laugh other than the sarcastic ones you were used to hearing was released. An airy, untroubled one, which sounds absolutely magnificent.

The moment was suddenly disturbed by a loud bang. You and Draco abruptly pulled apart, looking at the surprise visitors. At the end of the hall, Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood shocked, and a textbook laid on the floor in front of Ron's open arms.

"You and Draco are d-dating?" said your brother with a horrified grimace painting his face.

Draco faced you with a slight smile. Grabbing your hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze, he prompted, "Only if you'd like to."

"Of course. What more would I want?" 

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a/n — Horrifyingly enough, I almost deleted it. Thankfully I put it in a google doc. Anyways, reminder that requests are open! Thank you for reading :)

[laketaj24]

Songbook Series: Erik: Sandcastles

A/N: Heyy again! Thanks for reading my works. If I forgot to tag you I’m sorry! I tried to catch everyone. Taglist is still open! If you like it please, comment, reblog or like!! It means the world to hear what you guys think.This part was based off of Sandcastles by Beyonce. Also, I can take requests for this series! I recently received one called RESPECT and it goes perfect and it is going to be the next chapter! (I’ll post the request with the fic!) It’s a great way for me to hear new songs so please request away! Maybe the readers can determine the story line lol Catch up here:

No Limit (1), Broken Clocks(2), Church (3), Take Me Away(4), Thru Your Phone (5)

Warnings: Smut. Violence. (Italics and Bold below are flashbacks) Might be some typos. Oh well, my bad. 

“M’Baku..” she moaned with her lips pressed against the side of his face. Asa’s hips wind up and down his shaft rocking herself into oblivion. He grips her back as she hums a melodic cry of ecstasy in his ear. “Fuck me baby.” His hips slam into hers and she rains scratches down his back as he hits spot making her body melt. She’s shaking on him, reeling in the new flesh.

Asa opens her eyes looking at the steering wheel. Why the fuck was she back here? The house made her heart flutter and drop at the same time. She clutched the steering wheel when the front door opened. Erik was dressed regular compared to his normal attire. The white shirt clung to his chest while the black basketball shorts hung from his waist accentuating that damn v line she loved. She places Kojack on the floor and runs over to Erik like she’s been gone for years jumping all over him shaking his little tail.

“What up big man!” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Ace.”

She steps from the car looking at her phone and then back up to him.

“Fuck yes, harder.” Her body spasms as he fucks her rough and fast then slowing down dragging himself out so he can feel every inch. “M’Baku.” She mewls.

“He make you feel like this?” He pants winding deep in her. She feels like heaven, clutching him with her soft slick walls. “He gives you this?”

“No.” She pants. “No.”

****

“Erik.” Asa almost sobs covering her face. “You were supposed to love me.”

“Hey... I never stopped. I swear.” He steps to her. “I love you now. I’m sorry. She meant nothing.”

“Then why’s you fuck her?”

“Please come inside.” He pleas.

“I fucked someone else.” She spat. “And the entire time I... couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Asa wipes her face. “Did you think about me?”

“Asa.”

“I asked you a question.”

“I only ever think about you.” He pauses. “Who’d you fuck?”

***

 “M’ba...” her breath is hitched as he spills into the condom and his last few strokes and the perfect surge of tingles throughout her body.

They lay there for the fifth time that week staring at the ceiling. “I’m not understanding this ex of yours.”

She swallows at the word ex. “He cheated on me. There is nothing more to understand.”

“But you’re perfect, so I’m lost.” M’Baku smiles at her chuckling. “We should eat. I know you’re drained.”

“It’s because of you...”

“My friends are in town... so I will be leaving but I would love to see you again and again...” he peppers kisses along her collar bone.

“Yeah, sure.” She smiles.

 ***

“Does it fucking matter Erik! It’s done. Just like the little bitch you fucked! It’s done.”

“I mean why you gotta get even before you even let me explain. Why couldn’t you have given me the privilege to tell?”

“The privilege! Bitch did you give me the privilege of being ducking faithful. No. I rode the nigga dick for four nights straight and you can’t change shit. How that medicine taste? Bitter? Yeah, I figured. So, drop it.” She pushes pass him walking into the house.

She expected to come home to shambles, but Erik had fixed her mess. The couch she’d ruined was reupholstered the broken frames were replaced with new ones and still held the pictures of them. He’d fixed it all. She trudged upstairs starting the shower water noticing he hadn’t bought clothes and the bed looked like it hadn’t been touched.

The warm water sloshes over as she dampens her hair and then her body lathering up the pink rose soap and bathing herself.

 The sun crept into the hotel room cutting through the curtains and into the warm chestnut face of M’Baku. He was a gentleman, kind sweet and sexy as hell... and the only thing she could think about was how to get back to Erik. She slipped into her clothes silently tiptoeing around the hotel room like a thief in the night.

“Where are you going?” He asked perched up on his elbows watching her pack her few clothes into the bag.

“I love him.” She whispered. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this.” Asa couldn’t find the courage to look at M’Baku so she didn’t grabbing her belongings. “Thank you for helping me forget.”

“He doesn’t seem like he deserves you, Asa.”

“I already know.” She sniffles opening the door. “He doesn’t.”

*******

Erik awaits her in the bedroom with his eyes hooked on the floor. Asa maneuvers around the bedroom grabbing her clothes and standing at the mirror. “Can I dress alone?”

“I only cheated once. And once is enough I know...” he said holding his hands up defenseless. “But I don’t need one night to take away....”

“Stop.”

“No, I couldn’t even sleep while you were gone. Four nights wondering why my messages left on read, and your phone won’t even ring for me. I can’t live like that.”

“We can’t talk about it later. I got shit to do.”

*********

She shouldn’t have gone to her apartment. She should have went home and went to sleep peacefully next to Erik. But the thoughts and images of her on him were engraved in her mind. And the words she said to him. This bitch was disrespectful.

Before she can think her feet are moving guiding her to the large oval maroon door. She taps three times hearing the music stop and her shuffle towards the door, Asa breathes. Just talk to her.

“Asa!” She says giddily. “What are you doing over here!”

“Yeah I just wanna talk to you.” She says with a smile. Asa doesn’t think as her hand connects with her hair wrapping around her hair pulling her outside into the grass. She grabs Asa’s hands and tries to pull her away. “Erik is fucking mine!” She growls. “I’m his religion bitch, his whole reason for being and it’s time you knew the old Asa. Old Asa will drag your ass to the Hollywood sign and toss you the fuck off!” She gritted her teeth as she slings her over to her car. “Come near either one of us again and I will fucking end you.”

Malaysia scrambled away backing into her house. “You’re gonna pay for this.”

“Name the price bitch, dragging your thot ass was well worth it!” Asa laughs.

 *****

“My nigga! Why Asa out here dragging hoes out they house.” His friend laughs on the other end of the phone. “What are you talking about?” Erik clicks away on his controller.

“She drug a chick name Malaysia out her fucking house. Shit all on Facebook. You ain’t seen it.”

“Nah, let me call you back.” Erik hangs up not wanting to divulge in it but he does opening the video in his inbox.

The front door opens and Asa tosses her purse on the couch, “we can talk now if you want.”

“About how you snatching people out their houses and shit?”

“About how... I’m not about to allow another woman to come in and ruin this here.” She gestures between the two of them. “This is mine.”

“Okay.”

“You were stupid.” She spat. “And I forgive you.”

“Okay.” Erik’s face is calm but inside his heart is rapping against his rib cage. “Thank you...”

“I’m not gonna tell you who he was... ever. Don’t ask me.”

“Asa.”

“Erik.”

“Aight, it’s all done.” He tosses the phone beside him on the couch. “I’m not gonna ask anymore...”

“Good.” She stares at him for a brief moment and then his fingers encircle her wrists pulling her to him. She falls in his lap shaking her head. “What are you doing?”

“I’m about to fuck this nigga out your memory.” He whispers. His tongue licks the curve of her ear and she pushes his chest causing him to lay flat back on the couch.

“Don’t you have company coming?”

“You didn’t forget?”

“I remember everything baby.”

“I’m sure you do...”

Their clothes are off in a pile in seconds and Erik doesn’t rush, like he had so often. He takes his time admiring her, what he could have lost to the foolishness. Her beautiful almond colored skin was unblemished to him, stretch marks or not he loved every inch of it.

“You think of me while you were fucking him?” Erik mumbled in between kisses his fingers dance around her navel then down the slopes to her womanhood. Asa shook her head no. “Why?”

“I fucked him to forget you.”

“Now I gotta fuck you to forget him...” he peppered kisses on her neck and slipped his finger into her watching her raise from off the couch. He’s over her watching her eyes dance with some amusement as he drapes one of her legs off of the couch and drags his tip down her slit over and over. Four days without her seemed like a lifetime. Time inched by with no regard for his feelings or his loss of sleep. Erik enters her with one fluid motion grinding his hips into her as if she was bound to disappear. His desperate fingers crawl up her sides to her breast twisting and pulling until she arched into him with a pleasured moan. “I love you Ace.” He whispers.

“Never again.” She answered.

“Never.” He thrust into her again. “I swear.” Erik’s words wash over her as he becomes relentless with his deep strokes and intoxicating touches.

“Who’s are you?” She pants as he goes faster. “Whose.” She says gripping his shirt dreads so that his eyes are on hers.

“Yours baby.” He says between clenched teeth. She pumps him with her walls as she rides out her orgasm. Erik lays into her a few more times and rests once he’s came inside her.

 *****

The days passes with them lazy entangled on the couch. The knock on the door forces Erik from the couch. He slides his shorts on tossing her his shirt. “Coming yo, damn.”

He opens the door and o’Koye raises an eyebrow glancing at his bare chest. “They don’t believe in clothes here?”

“O’koye, they don’t believe in greeting in Wakanda.” He smiles. “What up General?”

“Kumani T’Challa.” She says tapping her spear on the ground twice. “Njadka, would you like a moment with your guest.”

Asa sits up on the couch staring intrigued at the beautiful woman. “Who is Njadka.”

“Njadka, son of N’Jobu. Duke of Wakanda.” Ayo smiles.

T’Challa enters the house. “Njadka... beautiful home.”

“Yeah, I do Aight.” He smiles at his cousin pulling him in for a hug. “What up King.”

“Cousin.” T’Challa says doing some weird handshake with him. “I cannot express the gratitude I have for you allowing me and my friends lodging.” He glances at Asa. “And your woman is as beautiful as you described.” He nods respectfully.

“It’s no problem.”

“Ayo, O’koye, Nakia... you all know.” The three women smile and wave.

Nakia grins. “Duke Njadka, it is a pleasure to see you again.”

“You two, you better be doing my cousin right... catch these hands.”

T’Challa laughs. “Prince M’Baku of the Jabari.” He calls outside.

M’Baku enters the room with a grin. “Duke Njadka I have heard stories of you.”

Erik’s eyes grow wide. “You didn’t skip no meals, did you? This man big as hell. It’s all good though, y’all come in. We were about to cook. Asa!”

Asa stands up from the couch fully dressed, with just fucked hair. “Come meet everyone.”

“Meet indeed.” M’Baku says with a smile.

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SPEED: I can take even weeks to actually reply. I am very busy lastly and having three RP blogs so you know. Sometims I have muse only for one or two thread and can take more time to respond to others. Fact that I am responding very slowly doesn’t mean I am not interested in thing.

REPLIES: I am giving all my heart in every single. I am replying to everything and not dropping threads without telling my RP partner before. If I didn’t respond in week or two, feel more than free to poke me about it - perhaps I lost it somewhere!

STARTERS: I am sometimes doing open starters which you can find at open starter tag. You can even respond one from ages before! You can see starter calls here as well, sometimes I will jump into your IMs to plot before writing starters. I will not respond to starters I am tagged in if we didn’t speak before/I didn’t like your starter call.

INBOX: I am having over 200 asks in my inbox still so remember - I am not ignoring you! I will respond it in my time - perhaps even few long months later, especially if this is something about headcanons and I want to think about it. I am deleting only things I lost memes for or I found myself unable to reply. It’s open for everyone.

SELECTIVITY: I am selective with who I am writing with. I don’t like one or few liners. Also, I am very very very selective with shipping&smut on here(basically singleship atm but I will not stop chemistry if I see it). It never hurts to ask, tho! If I don’t find your muse or writing interesting, I will refuse politely.

WISHLIST: I am sometimes making posts with certain things but ones I am ALWAYS interested in:

- deep relationship, especially friendship. Bond created in a lot of threads, slow burn. d e e p    c o n v e r s a t i o n s between muses.

- angst, gore but not stupid one. I will not just do a thread with tortuing someone for torture. I want to develop characters in that way - see their changes because of what they have been through. 

- ploted, well-constructed threads which are reaveling a lot of faces of our muses. Constructing even enteriely different AU out of our ideas and roleplaying in this little world of us.

HONEST NOTE: I am always open to talk to any of you. I can refuse to RP with you if we have different goals in RPing but I will not disrespect you ‘cause of it.

I am highly introverted so please, don’t feel bad if I am taking ages to respond to your IM. It’s very very very energy-draining for me. 

I am currently looking for more RP partners with similiar goals to me ‘cause I lost a lot of them during my hiatus. Name is Julia so... let’s get to know each other, I guess?

tagged: no one. Stolen from @fxmaleprodigy​

tagging: anyone who wants to do it, because I believe it’s a very important meme.

[itsy-bitsy-spidey]

How I Run my Blog

SPEED: i’m slow af. but it also depends on how much muse i have for a verse or not. if we’re mutuals i tend to reply to you faster but lets be real here i’m still going like .5mph with my replies omfg. some days are better than others though, and i’m able to reply to just about everybody. my muse is touch and go most of the time so i’m basically a wild card when it comes to reply speed. 

REPLIES: i like shorter stuff. multiparas are just harder for me to do because i put as much effort into my replies as i can while still making it sound as ic as i can. i’m not the best writer at all so i just feel more comfortable with one-liners and things under a paragraph or so. but i do try to match the length of my partner’s reply because i know how much it sucks to write an entire novel and only get a sentence back. 

STARTERS: i have a few on my blog that are open, as well as a couple old starter calls. i like using memes as starters because we don’t have to plot beforehand and we can just roll with stuff as it comes. you can feel free to reply to my open starters but i am selective. also feel free to turn my answered memes into threads, just make it into a separate text post and @ me in it!!

INBOX: i’m slow with answering things cause they’re replies too and unless they’re ooc things, i’ll take my time with them. my inbox is open to everyone though, if you want to send me a thing, ask me something ic/ooc, or just wanna start something go ahead !!! my anon is on too if anyone wants to use it. 

SELECTIVITY: i prefer being mutuals with people. if i’m mutuals with you it’s usually because i want to rp with you, or i admire your writing so much that i had to have you on my dash. a majority of the blogs i follow are marvel characters. i have a few multi-muse blogs, and some ocs. i follow back based on your writing, organization, and if you have a rules/about/verses page. that more so applies to ocs. if your muse is a canon character i’m more lenient because i’ll most likely know them. 

WISHLIST: i don’t have much of anything added to it. if we’ve rped before and get to talking about our muses together i usually have little wishlists specially made for them about stuff we should write in the future, or small things we should do to have fun. 

HONEST NOTE: i try to be as open as i can be. however if i cannot see a way for our muses to interact or meet, then i’m afraid i won’t rp with you. we can still be friends though! and if you have another muse that works better with interactions then absolutely hmu with them, ocs or not!

Tagged by: @chainsxwsmile

Tagging:  E V E R Y O N E 

[natalie-m-davis]

Filling Vacant Shelves

Rating: PG-13 Words: 1,620 Warnings: None

A/N: Part 2 (Chapter One) DONE! Now I know all of BTS doesn’t speak fluent English but for the sake of this piece of fiction, they do. As you read further in this part you’ll definitely see that Namjoon is my bias. Do you like the Milk and Honey concept? If you guys haven’t read it it’s a collection of poetry that you definitely want to have as apart of your library. The Sun and Her Flowers as well. Oh, and don’t worry, Jin, Hoseok, and Jimin will be in the next part. I will be making a master-list once I post part three and when I figure out how to make one. Don’t forget to give me feedback guys MY INBOX IS OPEN and WAITING. Enjoy! 

[Part 2] Encounter One: Work

i know it’s hard believe me i know it feels like tomorrow will never come and today will be the most difficult day to get through but i swear you will get through the hurt will pass as it always does if you give it time and let it so let it go slowly like a broken promise let it go.

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

“Getting the usual today Tanya.” I asked one of out regulars.

“You know it! Thanks Camila.”

I took her order of a venti iced caramel macchiato— almond milk, extra caramel sauce, light ice and 3 shots of espresso. Since no one was in line behind her I went on and made the drink as well. She prefers I do anyway since I seem to be the only one who makes it to her perfected taste.

It was a bit slow to be a Friday morning, but I didn’t mind it. Ever since I got transferred to this store when I moved back home a week ago; I’ve slowly come to like my new coworkers—who treat me as if I’ve been working here forever—and the atmosphere that comes with our store being part bookstore as well. As I made my way back to the register, a group of customers was approaching. I greeted them and asked the usual—

“Good Morning. What can I get for you all?”

There were three of them and they all looked exactly alike. Except for the hair colors that gave them a bit of a distinction. One approached me already knowing what he wanted to order while the other two stared at the menu above me. Once he got a bit closer to me I was able to get a better look at him. He was well polished, style practically screamed he has coin, multiple piercings on the ears. Seems to be the artsy type. Taking in the appearance of his face, all I could say to that was— he was beautiful! Like, mesmerizing and blindingly beautiful that I finally realized I was still staring and hadn’t heard his order.

Snapping out of the trans-state I was in, “I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?” He smiled, nodding his head.

“I’d like a grande sweet cream cold brew, light ice.”

“Name?” I asked as I was prepared to write on his cup.

“You can just put V.” He looked back to the others to see if they had decided on what they’re getting. One that had jet black hair and baby like facial features stepped up next to him and relayed me his order.

“Hi, may I have a venti iced blonde vanilla latte. Uuhh, that’s all.” He smiled wide, making his features then to look… I don’t know, almost bunny like.

“And the name for the cup?”

He looked me in the eyes and said “International Playboy.” Giving me a wink afterward. A flirt, cute. I bit my lip absentmindedly writing his “name” on the cup. The last one stepped to me. Beauty just as equivalent to the first two. His bleached blonde hair pushed back with a headband was the cherry on top. I gave him a courteous smile.

“Can I get a grande iced coffee with milk, extra sweetener. The name for the cup is Suga.”

I marked the cup as he spoke. After ringing them up my manager told me that we had just received a shipment of books ready to be shelved. And just like that, within seconds, I went from barista to bookseller.

I took off my apron as I made my way to the back. I picked up the inventory list and saw that our shipment today was a new mystery novel. With the box on a dolly, I made my way to the Mystery section. Right in between Thriller and Science Fiction. And there it was, the shelf labeled for me need to stock with our newest addition. It took me a while to begin because I was so focused on reading the book— the title and description blurb on the back. A girl has to have a little something to say about it to a customer if they ask about it. It’s kind of my job. I got more wrapped up in the book that I ended up on the third page of the first chapter when I saw a customer approaching the Sci-fi section next to me.

He was rather tall. Bleached blonde and bubblegum hair. Gold round-framed glasses that almost sat at the edge of his nose. I couldn’t see much of his face but his neck was as long and slender as the rest of his limbs. A few moles making their way up to his jawline. He was wearing a fitted yellow and navy blue polo tee with dark denim overalls. Black and white hightop vans to complete his look. He reminded me of the guys that ordered coffee earlier, I wonder if there’s any relation.

His eyes were scanning the shelves as my eyes were scanning him. Haven’t stocked the shelf and I’m eyeing down a complete stranger. You could get penalized for this. I averted my attention back to the books, starting to fill the shelf one book at a time. I caught a few glances over at the stranger once more, since he seemed to be stuck on which book to pick. While keeping my eyes over in my area I said aloud—

“I recommend Fahrenheit 451 or The Giver. I heard they’re good reads. I haven’t read them yet personally but, thought you could use some help. If you’re not sure on what to choose.”

Looking over at him, I saw he had his face in a shocked expression. His eyes were the purest brown eyes I’ve seen. His face relaxed into a smile, flexing a dimple on his left cheek.

“I guess you see me a bit frustrated over here, huh?”

I smiled and nodded my head. “It’s also my job to ask if the customer needs any help looking for something specific. I wouldn’t be doing it correctly as an employee if I wasn’t following the set rules and regulations.” I finished up with putting the books on the shelf, giving him my undivided attention.

He held his head down and gave a shy laugh. “Well, I appreciate the assistance. Now if only you can point out those books for me.”

The level of flirting is hella high here people! I laughed as he stepped aside, making room for me to get to the shelves. Scanning them, looking for the books. I found them in seconds and handed both to him. I watched as he did the same thing I did earlier— read the titles and turned the book to the back to read the synopsis.

“Both seem intriguing— I’ll get them. Also because you recommended them to me…”

“Camila.”

He stuck his hand out. “Camilia.” He said testing out my name on his tongue. “I’m Namjoon.”

I took his hand. “Nice to meet you Namjoon.” We were still holding hands when someone called his same from behind me. I turned and saw that it was the “International Playboy” signaling that it was time for them to be going. So that answers my question of him having any relations with them. He walked past me in a rush, then looked back, assuming I was following.

“You’re not going to check me out?” He asked giving me his dimpled smile.

I gave him a sly one in return. “I’m only on the floor, someone else is on the register today. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Well, that’s too bad. Thank you again for the help though. Camila.”

“It was my pleasure. Namjoon.”

He turned to leave, only to end up walking into the dolly I had left in my work area from earlier. He swore then groaned after he hit his leg up against it. I giggled slightly, not wanting him to feel more embarrassed than what he already was. He limped away as I said—

“Hope you come again!” Namjoon…

* * *

Hours later my shift was over. I hung my barista apron up for the week, gathering my belonging and heading out. Preparing myself for my weekend activities. I’m just going to do what you did last weekend: a. stay in bed b. eat chocolate chip mint ice-cream c. disconnect myself from the world d. blast my rock/pop rock playlist…on repeat e. cry. till the tears stop

Technically I’ve been doing a, b, d, and e, ever since the— breakup. Did I mention I’ve been reading Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey since then? Yeah. That’s where some of those ideas came from— to do list (after the breakup). And there are plenty more. I had finally made it home. At that point, I was ready to get relaxed and take a quick nap before starting with what I had lined up for the weekend. Still in my work clothes, I  plopped down on my bed. Kicking my shoes off somewhere in my room and tucking my pillow under my head. Ready for sleep to elude me from all else around me.

Minutes after I had laid down, ready for a short slumber, someone was telling me to get up. My best friend— Vera.  

“Get up Camila, we’re going out! You are not repeating last weekend’s shit. I won’t allow it.” She said as she threw the cover off of me. I didn’t move.

Next thing I knew, I was being pulled off of my bed and onto the floor. Ass hitting it then my head. She wasn’t playing any games and it surely wasn’t up for discussion.

[quiescentgale]

▹ ☆ ☆ ☆  Quiescentgale’s 200+ follower milestone follow forever  ☆ ☆ ☆ ◃

✭ I just wanted to say Wow, thank you everyone who supported me upon this blog. I only made this blog just a little over two months old, (08/07/2017) and I’ve already reached this far, and I feel so loved and welcome. ;v; I could cry in happiness for this moral boost, because I always have a small fear, perhaps I am not doing Ventus any justice.  And I very much insecure if I could get this muse down, as he is traditionally not someone whom I usually RP as. Until my best friend nudged me, (even if he left me hanging high and dry xD). More encouragement from  several good friends, including my best friend who continues to support me to play Ventus how I am comfortable with him. For this Thank you everyone.

  ✭ I also apologize if I have made a lot of people uncomfortable with me, humoring with Anons, or being... such a dork, a chatter box who can’t seemed to have a mute button.. or maybe the way I played Ventus not subtle enough we don’t click, but he’s too bright and vibrant. I’ve come to a resolution that, this is my interpretation of Ventus, a bright, innocent, curious and energetic boy, who often hides behind a smile, put others in front of him. A pacifist who is mischief and playful, give hugs for everyone and wants to be their friends. For this, I wanted to make an appreciation for those who followed and supported me from the beginning, because of you guys, I’ve made it this far. But... but... I STILL QUESTIONED! Why are you following me?!  i’m just your dork extraordinaire.

This post is going to be long ;v;. Please bear with me.

Banter credited to @lunastusx but I probably destroyed it with my hideous edit in text LOL.

   ▹ ☆ ☆ ☆  Special appreciation to my dearest who continues to support me throughout from the very beginning and still. I wouldn’t be here without you.  ☆ ☆ ☆ ◃

@akuserru - I know we had some differences or somehow we’re plain opposite in personality, but I wanted to thank you for putting up with me. You broaden my world for AU KH, and inspired me through out our RP. You helped me to develop my Ventus, and I love to always making threads with you, especially when I look up to you and your writings. I wanted to draw out a lot of motivation from you. You’re the handful of individuals who I continues valued and looked up to, especially the well thought out and in depth your AU Axel had come from. Not everything is black and White, the grey that tells most of the story <3.

@brokenkxy - our muses may clash a bit, angst and drama everywhere like a bad case of a cold, but I love everyone bits of it. The moment we talked and gotten to know as muns, everything went down perfectly. Your Roxas is brilliant, and I enjoyed each time yours and mine clash. You’re a sweetie as your muse <3.

@hxartsmith - You’re the few Sora blog who tolerates my existence xD, no lie. I don’t know how you can put up with me, but I love having a bromance with your Sora and my Ven, and how Ven is picking on yours and get his just dessert lmao. You’ve stuck with me since the beginning, and I wanted to say, thank you <3.

@lunastusx - Karei, you’ve been there for me since my Lass blog and here you are, on along with my Ven too. Even if you’re busy with doing things that isn’t on tumblr or discord, I always enjoyed our interactions, our chat, heck even our VaniVen <3 and I love your edits, they are brilliant. Thank you for being there along the ride. thank you for being of the most first amazing Vanitas I’ve interact with.

@bite-x-the-x-bullet - You giant ass, you left me high and dry, so I’m gonna drag yo ass here in this mention xD. Because one, you’re my best friend and baby bro~ and two, you nudge me into this fandom, now I found new will to live >D, that doesn’t mean I forgive you for ditching me. >T regardless I should thank you for your encouragement and giving me confident, ilu <3.

@the-tender-princess - lil sis you know I have to mention you in this <3, I really enjoyed Yuuki and Ven being dorks and fighting with ice cream lmao. That stuff made my day! Please continue to bother him, whilst he can invade your inbox and spams Yuuki full of love xD;;. You oughta get on me yo, you’re  making me lonely.

@vcidgear - You’re one of the best person I could RP with in Au setting, be it on threading here on tumblr or discord. I love your Vanitas, he’s both cocky and protective, and court to the point it’s painfully flat cold teasing xD. You’re a lovely mun and I love talking to you and be braining ideas or just  generally talking. So thank you for sticking by me since day one <3.

@thebetterhalfofwind - You, you you awesome person. Your Vanitas is so amazing, and I just love you, your portray of him was spot on, especially the innocent part. You’re the few rare Vanitas who isn’t bad boy type, but retain what he is, how he was made from pure darkness that has nothing else to lose or experience anything but pain. I was so pleasantly surprised you followed me back and I love each of our threads, regardless if it’s x amount of numbers <3. Thank you, thank you so much for interacting me with me from the very beginning.

@oblivion-witch - You’ve stuck around with me since the beginning, the first me to crush me with massive wall of texts, the one who made me loved Naminé and Ventus as a ship whether it is platonic or romantic. Our thread gives me feels, fluffy and exploring more into Ven’s mind. I feel inadequate if I didn’t give you a quality reply and it often taken me longer to reply back... or gets buried underneath all others xD. But it gets funnier as it goes on... Nami getting that mischief side, it’s like... discovering new things all over again. Vee, thank you for sticking by me.

@vxstexrth - you’re a wonderful Terra, even though you are busy, I enjoyed our threads, and how much of a dork our Terra and Ven are. Thank you for tolerating me, even if I’m an annoying bundle of hyperness. Expect me to pester you more when you get back.

@zakkusurifea​ - You’ve been with me since the very beginning, and I love your Zack and often I feel comfortable with us mesing around and having fun. Zack and Ven food fighting was my favorite. Your support really lighten my spirit, so thank you so much for sticking with me this long. I hope we continue to support each other <3.

@corruptedkey / @verdantwind​​ - Soap you are the most wonderful friend, if my best friend position wasn’t already taken I would have happily given you this spot. Instead, I’d like to call you my closest confidant ;v;. Your writing blows me away, your perspective is very much spot on and each time we write a thread, I always look at my notification if I’ve receive your reply. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with you and our muses interaction.

@notturnomelodico​ - You’re such a lovely mun ;v;, each time we talked in IM, it always makes me giggled a bit and lighten up my mood. I especially love our muses dynamic, even if it’s a little odd and out of places. And I’m slow as heck, I love to threading with you and look  forward to your reply... even if I’m a slow as a snail oTL. Thank you for your support <3.

@animustenebrae​ -  You crazy mun and muse lmao. Your art is just beautiful and visually chilling. I love what you’ve done to Venitas stark contrast to Heartless version of himself. I can’t help but grin each time there’s interaction between them or us casually talking. I swear you’re just pure crack xD.

@brave-puppy​ - As you made your Zack, in a way you also helped to support my Ven blog with your kind words. Sometimes we thread and ask like heck and sometimes we don’t. I enjoy seeing your Zack on my dash. Especially his reaction when Ven does something silly xD. Your tag when you reblog my promo, made me happy <3, so I’d like to thank you. Thank you~

@dorkprinceoflucis - aaaaaaahhh, yoooou! I really, really enjoy talking with you on IMs, it was funny and hilarious. Your Noctis is adorable, and when we discuss out the plot or plans for them, I couldn’t help but be a giggling dork. They are perfectly cute bundle of fluffy dorks. I really looked forward to your replies and see our muses development >3.

@gnectics / @dethiux​ - I cannot even put to words how detailed and mind boggling brilliant your posts are. I always, always checked my dash if I get your replies. You’re the few who allowed my mind to explore outside the box, your AU crashing with my Divergent verse was just mind blowing. THANK YOU so much for allowing me to open more possibilities. I know there’s a limit what a person can do, or there’s a limit how far you can do with our muses, please be patient with me and i promise you stories, drama, angst even comical relief. I thoroughly wanted our muses to develop as the story unraveled. Talking with you was a delight and I’d love to casually interact as a mun to mun or as muse to muse. You’re a lovely person and a great writer! Don’t forget that <3.

▹ ☆ ☆ ☆ Shout out to those who reached out to me and interact with me through RP or talking in general. Your support and encouragement inspire me.  ☆ ☆ ☆ ◃

@alongxthexroadxtoxdawn @onthewaytosmile @thewindywielder @oathkeepinginoblivion @prince-kivuli @nobodytoplaywith @thetaintedemotion @vexenchillingworth @thelightissilenced @tatarian-memory @tanabata-haze @valorhearted @sora-pugnxre-mxlum @divewingheart @roaringheart @venven-vani @sirkururugisuzaku @enter-the-darkness @goodbooi @akweh @angelusxtenebris @forgottenwind @nightlightsora @flamingkeyblade @moonismsvii @crimoso @elegantxassassin @kingdommark @cloakedbookworm @sharpteethsharpclaws @restcration​ @quackhealer @queen-of-disney-castle @soraingtofreedom @listenwellallofyou @chosen-boy @invertxgo @helperlion @justhisnobody @faithfulreplica @the-family-guardian @kyouminaine @teardownheaven @thepaststillhurts @keysoflight @darkprinceofjustice @liightisms @brown-eyed-trickster @king-x-carnage @funiisms @mirroredwaters @skiaquas @superiorofthein-between @ax-terminator @coeursouriant​ @xvxnitate

▹ ☆ ☆ ☆  And to Mutuals... even though we don’t interact, I really wished we could interact together sometimes and you all deserve some love too~  ☆ ☆ ☆ ◃

@buginthenightsky @spellweaviing @specimen-s @hallowedhearts @heartseekingfreedom @dancingflcmes @scatteredcrayons @arpeggxo @thegaleandlance @keycursed @cloakedpride @pyrcmantic @vainmark @nctycurprcxy @sassy-keyblade-master @esmeraldc @halfxblxxd  @sketchedinnocence   @electrodesonmyheart @one-dxstiny @seasaltseeker @tiimeless-key @problem-free @bxsteriiisms @noxtalgie @liningpxeces @scphiroth @crookedkey @rcmncnt @watchfulforeteller @piictograph @kcyblademaster @son-of-regis @mccnbladed @adoreshunny @adventurouswind @keysofthekingdom @mortiferumhelianthus @ricochcted @lxghtened @nightmaresend @bondsinthedark @xspellweaver @fata-et-fatorum @aquae-melodiam @eoschosen @faithfulheir @noctiisms @prudense @ekinoyo @noctislucisrp​ @memoriesxofxflames

✭ Thank you everyone for your love and support, your kind words and willingness to interact with me has given me courage, and aspired me to keep going. And thank you once again for tolerating my silly self, who really is just a dreamer, a dork and someone how loves everyone x3. i hope you all have a great day, and I would send everyone positive energy and lots of love <3 <3 <3. I probably missed out... a few people D;....but all the same I love you peeps too!

[kizolmstories]

Kizo:that fucking Stuck up Bi-. He said while Charlie and Angel were letting go of him

News TV turns on Katie:This just in a new arrival in here is kicking ass and taking names.

The cameraman shows a big blue giant man in a trench coat.

 Kizo:Oh my god Mr.X

 Angel:Who?

Kizo:T-003 nothing can kill him,except a anti tank rocket.

Angel:I don’t think we have those do we Charlie?

 Charlie:Not that I’m aware of no, theres no need for an anti tank rocket down here

 Kizo:Time to call the bois.

 Kizo Opens up a hole in space

 Angel:Since when could you do that?

 Kizo:Bitch I’m writing this shit so I can do this now, slow down time and completely stop time for 15seconds but lets not worry about that last bit.

Angel:Cool but you couldn’t do that before could you?

Kizo:No but I been studying shit in my downtime when I got back home

 Mario and smg4 come out of the hole

 Mario:MAMA MIA Where the hell are we?

 Smg4:I was making bloopers and this shit happens.

 Kizo:Sorry about that interruption smg4 but I need your help

 Angel:Dude you can slow down time and stop the big fucker can’t you.

Kizo:What kind of 15 seconds don’t you understand I CAN’T KILL HIM regular guns won’t work even with a angelic or demonic weapon you can’t kill him so anti tank rocket launchers are the only thing we have a chance with.

 Smg4:I GOT YOU FAM we know where the rocket launchers are.

 Kizo:Does it happen to be in a millitary base also  Angel go distract Mr.X for now and mitigate the damage around here he hits like a truck.

Angel:Who died and made you commander.

Kizo:You did duh.

 Angel:Oh yeah remind me of that shit why don’t you?

 Kizo:Listen Charlie I need you and your friends to distract Mr.X for now.

 Charlie:I’ll try calming him down.

Kizo:Charlie that won’t work his protocall is kill all survivors he won’t stop till you’re all dead!

 Charlie:I’ll still try

Kizo:Fine if that doesn’t work fight him.

Kizo:Lead the way Smg4.

 Smg4:Sure thing follow me. he said in a singsong voice

Kizo, Mario, And Smg4 go through the portal to the military base

 Kizo:All right we’re at the base and theres plenty of guards around we’ll sneak on through.

Kizo puts on a cardboard box and walks in it through the base. Guard 1:Yeah thats pretty normal

 Guard 2:Hell Yea

 Smg4 follows Kizo’s strategy while mario goes in guns a blazing.

 Mario:HERE WE GO!

 Mario pulls outs double uzis and starts shooting up the guards.

 Angel comes up out of the portal Lucifer made

 Angel:Ya’ll need help with that!

 Angel starts shooting the other guards.

 Kizo:Smg4 abandon strat! Angel What the HELL are you doing here you’re supposed to distract Mr.X!?

 Angel:Well me not being able to kill him got boring so I decided to roll with you guys.

 Kizo:Great now when I animate the fight you gotta leave in the middle of it now, GG Angel.

 Angel:What are you talking about?

 Kizo:Nothing just find the Rocket launcher

 Guard:Thats it we’re calling in the military!

 A tank falls out of the sky and starts aiming at Kizo.

Kizo:Oh shit. He takes cover

 Angel:Wheres that damn gun when you need it?

 Mario:Hey guys I found it!

 Mario pulls out a rocket launcher and the rocket launcher announcer sound effect plays.

 Mario:Hasta la vista BITCH!

 Mario shoots the rocket launcher at the tank and it makes contact with the tank and blows up.

Angel:Ohhh that was nice Cherri could use one of those.

 Kizo:That depends on what she’ll use it for.

Angel:Gang wars.

 Kizo:Nope she can’t have it.

Cherri randomly shows up

Cherri:What why?

Kizo:Hello, gang wars! I don’t want to help with that but if you like you’ll have the honors of blowing up Mr.X

 Cherri:Let me keep it and we have a deal.

 Kizo:Fine but your on your own getting ammo.

  Cherri:Thanks babe.

Cherri pecks Kizo on the cheek.

 Kizo has a strange what the fuck face on him.

 Angel:I think she likes you

 Kizo:Considering she a sinner I don’t want the big man knowing

Cherri:Come on I’m in hell Big G don’t has to know about it,

 Kizo:Considering eternal damnation, Its a hard no.

 Cherri:Christian nut aren’t ya?

Kizo:I have you know not all Christians are nutty and I’m not one

I just know about the big man and shit, hey Mario throw the gun to Cherri, my main man.

Mario throws the rocket launcher to Cherri.

 Kizo opens up a portal

 Kizo:All right lets kill Mr.X

 Cherri:Time to blow shit up!

 Smg4:Its been fun hanging with you guys but we gotta go before Peach whoops our asses.

Kizo:See ya man!

They go through the portal while smg4 and Mario went home

 Kizo:Hey Mr.X over here I have the G virus.

Mr.X heard Kizo and started sprinting in their direction.

 Cherri:Time to go down you big fuck!

Kizo:Sayanora!

 She shoots Mr.X with the rocket launcher, after the explosion his top half of his body was gone and all you could see was his organs.

 Kizo:Good job everybody I guess we don’t have to deal with him anymore I hope Well I’m going home.

 Cherri:Aren’t you worried about people asking for a sequel?

 Kizo:Not like anyone requested a sequel and I thought people didn’t like my last chapter all that well because it wasn’t funny even the Hazbin Hotel community is all about them memes also my inbox is open guys I think ya know what to do. he winks at the audience.

 Charlie:What are they talking about?

Vaggie:I have no idea

 Kizo:Well see ya guys.

Everyone:Bye see ya soon.

Cherri:Come back again sometime!

 End

I been working on this for a while when the Mr. X memes was hot so I got around to doing this also heres leaked joker gameplay in smash

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DzO7Zi8cdw

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Apocrypha Chapter Six: Consultation

Masterlist can be found Here! Thanks!

Chapter Six: Consultation

Notes: I wanted to take a moment to say hello to newcomers YinHai17 and EctoPanda. I had fun reading your comments! It's always nice to hear from everyone who reads my stories, new and old, so it made me smile to see a few new faces in my inbox. Thanks for reaching out! Also, I'm changing the break icon to this "(-~-)" because it's not showing up on FanFiction.Net and the parentheses seem to help (from what I can tell) and it makes the pacing pretty awkward.

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Colorful morning light danced between the clouds creating a patchwork of rainbow hues that reflected off of the residual moisture present in the fog as a light rain coated the road in negligible amounts of liquid. It was actually more of a misty rain than anything else, but the effect was similar to that of a thick fog and you couldn't honestly really tell the difference either way. It lended the area an air of tranquility and slowness that one would normally equate to a snowy day in winter. An unusual thing to experience in the first week of August.

The buildings passed by in a misty blur as the van made its way through the early morning streets. No one was really out at this time of morning save for a few unlucky souls that were more than likely on their way to work or school. There would be little reason besides that to be out here.

Perched on the couch silently with his face in the palm of his hand and his shoulder leaned against the window frame was V. The young summoner took in his surroundings with mild curiosity, this being his first time in the city since his recent pseudo-resurrection. While he had indeed been alive when the van had made its journey from the warehouse where they had conducted the spell to the docks that housed the ferry to Fortuna, he had been semiconscious and unable to take in his surroundings. Actually getting to see something for a once was a nice change of pace.

As he gazed almost sleepily out of the window, he couldn't help but think about how many things had changed since then. It felt like a lifetime ago. An almost surreal amount of information had been dumped on him at a staggering rate, and he was still reeling from the aftermath. Part of him was subconsciously hoping that talking to Magnolia today might help put him at ease on certain personal matters. He supposed that it was all par for the course to some degree. Everyone had insecurities and anxieties that kept them awake at night. But V was under the impression that those concerns didn't normally include a critical lack of knowledge about potential demonic powers and having to grapple with a parent that had literally been partially responsible for their untimely death. Everything in his life was just so… complicated.

Within a few minutes, they had arrived in Magnolia's neighborhood, the rows of pastel colored townhouses and quaint business still slumbering beneath the cover of the thick mist. The warm glow of the vintage street lamps and the gentle swaying of the trees that lined the roads was a strangely welcoming sight, despite the fact that the last time they had been here had been under very trying circumstances and an immense amount of time pressure. It would be nice to simply take things slow for a change and have a conversation that didn't center around dire straits.

Nico turned the corner and pulled to a stop as she yawned sleepily. It was beyond her how V managed to be so alert this early in the day, especially after putting up half of the books she'd found him the night before. Even Nero wasn't that good with waking up on short notice, and he took cat naps in between fights on a regular basis. Said devil had opted to stay in bed where he belonged and sit this brief trip out. The way he figured it, there was no need to go into town for anything at the moment. They would be leaving for the bay the next day as it was anyhow, so why wake up at the crack of dawn and go kick Dante's door (and possibly his skull in) for having a hand in arranging this extraordinary uncomfortable vacation. More like Angstcation.

"Well, this is it," Nico said as she hopped down from the driver's seat and walked into the interior of the van, half to check and see if V had managed to stay awake during their trip," She's runnin' some sorta shop outa her place, so I'd guess she's up by now."

Due to the fact that V hadn't experienced the mixed joy of riding the ferry before (which had been… uncomfortable for him, to say the least) he hadn't said very much since they'd left this morning aside from the odd thing here or there when Griffon or Shadow materialized and began to pester her while she was trying to focus on not crashing into a building. Both of them had come to the silent conclusion that Nero made these sorts of trips much less dull. But would they ever tell him that? Not in a million years. He'd never let them live it down, especially Nico. As a general rule, V got a "get out of crap free" card from his younger sibling due to his more somber and thoughtful personality. Nero was more wary of saying the wrong thing to him. But Nico? Nah, she was free game.

V pried himself off of the window, entertaining the idea of cracking his back for a moment before deciding that it was more than likely an awful idea and simply standing up to wait for Nico to go and get whatever he had agreed to deliver for her the night before. In a way, he was morbidly curious as to what she and Nero had gotten a hold of.

"I appreciate your help," he said as he stifled a weak yawn, rubbing his eyes with his left hand," Where will you go?"

"Hell if I know," She said as she returned and plopped a clear tupperware container full of dirt and plant matter in his now outstretched hands,"Just gimme a call when you're ready to go. The number hasn't changed. Honestly, nothing really has. Van is still a mess."

V's eyes traveled across the room in an involuntary attempt to assess his surroundings. He concurred. It seemed that he might end up sorting that out at some point if he reached peak boredom. With a small nod he exited the van through the side door and stepped down onto the wet cobblestone, internally cursing his lack of balance. While he didn't think he'd break anything if he fell, he didn't exactly enjoy doing it, either. And there was no way that he was going to call on Griffon to try and catch him in a residential area with this many homes. That was just asking for trouble with the recent cult scare.

No sooner had the door closed than Nico had launched backwards out of her makeshift parking spot and peeled off in the opposite direction, narrowly missing him in the process. He stood there, contemplating why he thought it was a good idea to take her up on her offer for a ride as she passed him by. The white haired summoner was literally never going to get used to her terrifying interpretation of what driving was supposed to mean. It was a wonder he made it anywhere alive with her behind the wheel. Why didn't anyone else ever try their hand at it? Did she even have a driver's license? That was a matter for another time.

With his companion gone, he turned his attention towards the front door to the townhouse. Much to his sarcastic delight, she had stairs. A lot of them. While Nero's home did as well, it was very rare that he had any reason to venture up them. And also, his weren't stone or nearly this steep. That was always an added bonus.

"Well, isn't it wonderful to see your face again, dear?! And you've bought me a gift as well? I'm quite flattered. Two lovely surprises today, then!"

V flushed slightly and cast his gaze up, catching sight of Magnolia. She was leaning out of her third story window. Or considering the fact that the business she was rumored to run seemed to be located slightly below ground, did that make that the second floor? Or was her shop in the basement and not the ground floor? Why did he suddenly care so very much about it? He was going to have to climb the same number of stairs regardless.

He gave her a singular and deliberate waive as he made his way up the stairs, more focused on not tumbling back down them or dropping the box he was carrying than with responding verbally. He'd have to make amends for that once he was inside. The distinct pitter patter of feet against wooden stairs could be heard from inside the house, leading V to note subconsciously that she was coming down stairs. Though he wasn't sure why she'd found the need to rush for his sake. She'd probably beat him there anyway.

The white haired young man's prediction proved correct when she opened the door just as he stepped in front of it, seemingly boundless flight of stairs now behind them both.

"I do hope you're quite well, then? I heard you came to the hospital to see how well off I was." She said as she stepped out of the way, seemingly taking note of the extra care he'd allocated towards safely ascending the stairs. While he didn't really walk up them any slower than most people with his stature (especially his legs. They were quite long.) he'd clearly taken the time to mind his foot placement and had actually taken the stairs one at a time instead of skipping over them in mutaples. "Please, come in. I was just about to have my morning tea. Perhaps you'd like to join me?"

"Likewise. I haven't heard anything about your condition since you've left," V said with a polite nod as he crossed the threshold into her home, noticing for the first time how much taller he was than her. It was slightly disconcerting," I hope I'm not imposing. My apologies for coming on such short notice. That sounds nice."

Magnolia ushered him towards the living room with a pleasant smile as she took the container from him and sat it down on the coffee table, giving it a curious once over in the process. "Oh, think nothing of it, dear! I adore impromptu visits." She stepped into the kitchen and turned her back to him for a moment, fussing over a tea tray as she carried on," In fact, that's how I met your father. At this point, I'm quite certain that's his only method of dropping by for a visit. He's not exactly a social creature. Seems to run in the family."

Somehow that didn't surprise him. It wasn't too different from how he'd first encountered Vergil himself. And the sudden realisation that an aversion to social interaction was something they both shared was uncomfortable to him. V had noticed a lifetime ago that Vergil wasn't the most talkative person alive, but having someone that he was almost certain had known him longer than he had been alive made a conscious note of this made it stick in his mind like an insect in an especially sticky trap. He wasn't sure how to take being compared to his father. It made him question himself. How deep did their similarities run? Was being the level headed but internally tumultuous older sibling a curse of some sort that flowed within his very blood? After all, it was something else they shared in common.

The botanist stepped through the doorway that led into the living room and slipped between the set of armchairs, making a note of his studious silence as she sat the tray down and made herself comfortable. There was a certain presence in the room now that hadn't been there a moment ago when she'd left, and it held a weight that could almost be physically felt. If it were possible for a thought to suffocate someone, she'd be willing to believe that this one was capable of doing just that. But she wasn't concerned so much as she was curious. Her young companion had been perfectly fine mere moments ago. What had changed that? Did bringing up Vergil have that kind of effect on him? She had never considered the kind of relationship they shared before.

"...You think I'm like my father, don't you?" 

Although spoken under the guise of an inquiry, they both knew the answer to that question. A heavy silence fell over the small room, making the meager space between them feel like miles. It was Magnolia's turn to be studious and roam the halls of her mind palace in search of the answers that eluded her; to form the words and phrases that could vocally manifest the wisdom she intended to impart upon her tea guest. But what could she say about something she had no part in the history of?

Dark brown waives with flakes of grey in them cascaded over her shoulder as she leaned forward, carefully considering her words. Clearly she had tripped head first into a very touchy subject for her new aquanence. While suffering from an existential crisis shortly after being reclaimed from the waiting room of the afterlife made perfect practical sense to her, she felt the need to try and offer something of worth to this discussion.

"Dear… It isn't so much a question of if you're like your father, as it is a  question of what part of him you like. What kind of person do you see him as?" Magnolia was tempted to take his hands into her own for a moment as he seemed to be diverting his subconscious attention to them in an effort to escape this topic, shifting slightly in his seat and carefully concealing his true feelings from the world around him," Everyone has a little bit of someone within them that they would otherwise happily choose to do without. No matter how irredeemable or imperfect that person was, they left a lasting impact of some sort. Most of the time that's an open wound instead of a scar. And unfortunately, a lot of the time that person is one of our parents, the very people closest to us. But the part of them that left the impression and what we choose to do with it is what's important above all else. You don't have to become them."

V took a long moment to consider her wisdom, trying to find the part of his mind that could properly process what she had just said. While he understood exactly what she had just said, he wasn't sure he was currently able to apply her advice to the matter at hand. He needed to understand where he stood first before attempting to dive head first into the deep end of these sorts of issues. But she had gotten to the root of the matter alarmingly quick. V didn't really know what to say to that. While he knew he couldn't avoid this topic for his entire life, a part of him wished that he could.

Magnolia leaned over a little further, carefully brushing the back of her hand against V's forearm. She knew simply by looking at him that grabbing onto him probably would have an opposite and undesired effect that counteracted the one she was trying to achieve. She took a second to consider the best way of phrasing what she wanted to say. "There are people who exist in this world for the sole purpose of taking up space and possess no redeemable qualities. They should be avoided at all costs. I don't see Vergil falling under that category." The almost casual tone she spoke in took V slightly by surprise considering the subject matter and severity of what they were discussing. This was a fact, as far as she was concerned. V could see that. And he didn't necessarily disagree with her.

"How did you come to that conclusion?" V said quietly, wondering for a moment if they were thinking the very same thing. He was torn as to which way he wanted her response to go, despite the fact that nothing about his demeanor or facial expression betrayed this. At times, he was forced to acknowledge the fact that he was woefully good at containing his thoughts and emotions.

"It's quite simple. Those people don't try to accomplish anything worthwhile, only thinking of themselves. The closest thing to meaningful growth they will ever experience is the bottomless emptiness they feel every time they work towards furthering their own goals and succeed, but in doing so fail yet again because it was all a facade. It brought them nothing of value," She took a moment to pour them both a cup of tea from the pot that sat on the tray, dropping a sugar cube into her own cup and string,"  Vergil is certainly trying to achieve a goal. He always has been. I think that goal has changed recently. But the difference is that this time it depends on factors completely out of his control, and he is slowly coming to grips with the terrifying reality that there is nothing he can do about that. And yet the fact that he continues to push forward shows how far he's come in that regard. But you didn't come here to get philosophical, did you? You've already come to this conclusion yourself. That's why you're so conflicted, isn't it Dear?"

V nodded slowly, more to himself than to Magnolia. Yes. She was right about that. In some way he felt that he owed both of them the chance to at least try and understand one another. And yet a part of him was... exhausted by the very thought of how much energy he'd have to invest into something that he wasn't sure he could handle. Emotionally and mentally, he'd be gambling with odds he could see beforehand, and the thought of an unfavorable outcome was as crushingly heavy as the weight of an ocean. Avoiding it was simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing he could do about his current situation. There was no painless way to solve this.

"I find that it tends to help distract someone from their own toxic thoughts when I implant new ones." Magnolia said with a humorous tent to her voice, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder," Get out of your head, Dear. Let's discuss your well being and abilities. That is why you're here, is it not?"

V smirked slightly, letting slip a singular chuckle. Yes, he did like talking to Magnolia, didn't he? There was something profound about how much she seemed to understand while knowing just what to say. It was strangely comforting how she seemed to be able to peel back the layers of whoever she was talking to and get right to the heart of the matter. It was admirable, if not a little disconcerting.

He gestured towards the tray in front of them, wordlessly asking if he could fix his drink now. Magnolia nodded, an almost sarcastic look crossing her face as a loud beep sounded from the next room. She glanced over towards the kitchen, a smile spreading across her face. V gave her a curious look as she grinned like the Cheshire cat, a devious but well-meaning (hopefully) giddiness overtaking her. "... Do you happen to like tiramisu by any chance?"

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Ah another late night finished! Be sure to check back in on friday for part two! I'll be starting it tonight after an early morning siesta! But at least I didn't work straight through my morning alarm for once! I hope you enjoyed this first interaction between V and Magnolia! There is more to come, so I'd love to see what you think of things between them so far. This was super fun to write! Look forward to reading your feedback soon and I can't wait to see you all again on friday! Take care out there!

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Random Qs

Survey #12 on the Countdown to 2018!

Does any part of your body hurt right now?

My back is sore and the joints are achy. I really need to see a chiropractor.

Someone removes you from their Facebook friends and then tries to add you again, so do you ignore them or accept?

What does the last message in your Facebook inbox concern?

Have you met anyone new recently?

No one who stands out from the crowd at least.

What does your last text message from the opposite sex say?

Could you have a relationship with someone your friends didn’t like?

If all of my friends had some beef against them then I would think twice. I've already been through something like that and I learned a great deal from it. So I would have to re-evaluate the situation carefully.

Who's your closest friend of the opposite sex and what’s the best thing about them?

I'm not sure if I'm closer with Symon G. or Sasuke M. right now. They're both exes of mine, but I've known Symon longer.

He's got such a great sense of humor that really meshes with mine. Sasuke is one of the most mature and self-confident guys I've ever met and that made us an even better love match.

What does the most romantic message in your inbox say?

Have your friends ever tried to set you up with someone and if so, what happened?

That's never happened to me and I would refuse that kind of thing. I don't want my friends to assist me that way.

How many likes or comments did your last Facebook status get?

Is it just me or do you tend to get really nervous and paranoid whenever someone says that they need to talk to you?

I don’t automatically presume it’s going to be a negative things although that typically seems to be the truth of it.

When was the last time you laughed so hard that you cried?

I don't remember.

When was the last time you really wanted to tell someone something, but you felt that you couldn’t?

I don't typically feel that way since I'm so upfront and outspoken.

What’s the problem with you and the person you love?

There isn't a problem between me and the guy I'm interested in. I'm just taking things slow after having so many painful health issues last year. It's not a relationship I want to dive into immediately.

Has your best friend ever done anything to embarrass you?

Mom is sometimes like that. She's one of my besties.

When was the last time you felt like there was something bothering you that you couldn’t talk to anyone else about?

Recently. I don't know how to impress upon Mom that I need a caregiver who can remember things. She hasn't been remembering anything I've asked her to lately no matter how small it is.

Do you remember who you had feelings for in February 2009?

Hell no. I have long-term memory problems and remembering such specifics isn’t really relevant to me personally. That’s not how my mind works.

Do you think it's best to always tell the truth even if it could mean that someone gets hurt?

I had to develop more of a filter myself, but there are times when the truth is required even when it's unpleasant.

What does your current bubble bath or shower gel smell like?

I don't use bubble baths and I buy "unscented" products most of the time. I sometimes use Herbal Essences which smells flowery and my body wash smells like the grain ingredients.

How did you meet the person you fell hardest for?

We met online via one of my chats.

How long was your last phone call?

I'm sure it was brief. I hate talking on the phone.

Out of all your friends, who's the funniest?

Symon, Makoto and Mom are my top three.

And which friend are you most likely to go to if you need a shoulder to cry on?

I'd probably just talk to Mik V. who's one of my besties because he’s also my willingly unpaid therapist.

Can you share three memories that make you smile or laugh?

My memories are kind of fluid. Sometimes they disappear and suddenly come up later. It's also kind of difficult to recall my memories on the spot since they'll suddenly go dark.

However, some more recent ones are with my cats who do funny and cute things sometimes. Pearl is so quirky and weird and Lucius has a few unexpected personality kinks of his own.

Pearl just goes bat shit sometimes and she’s got a fascination with hanging out in the garage. I forgot I let her in there once and she pretty much went Kung Fu kitten all over the door to get out.

Once I tried to open up a cushioned lawn chair to sit out on the front walkway with Lucius and he abruptly jumped up into it. ( ὀ ｡ ὀ ˇ)ᕤ

He seemed quite content to use it like a cat bed so I was like, “Okay then. I guess I’ll go get the other lawn chair.” ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Who was the last person you got into an argument with?

Probably Mom. She can be so defensive about every little thing.

Do any of your relatives embarrass you?

Mom can sometimes and Dad does so a lot.

Have you told a lie in the past three days?

I can’t think of anything since I haven't even had any real reasons to lie in the last few days and I'm such an upfront person anyway.

What was the last alcoholic drink you had?

I've only ever had a tiny sip of cheap red wine that I hated just to get my ex to shut up. I shouldn't have caved.

What would you say if your best friend came to you and said she was pregnant?

My Mom can't get pregnant, but if that happened with Misty I'd just be happy for her since she's married and trying to conceive.

When was the last time you went to McDonald’s?

Probably in December or January. I rarely go to McDonald's and Burger King. I haven’t even been to Dairy Queen in months.

What did you last take medication for?

I took some for diabetes, an allergy pill and something for a UTI that I didn't even know I had. My primary said they’re very common recurring problems following a hysterectomy, but I didn’t even notice any symptoms.

Are you craving anything at the moment?

No, I'm not. I don't often have cravings.

When was the last time you felt awkward?

It was in the early AM today and I was searching the house for some kind of fan since mine started making a lot of noise. I think my floor fan's broken, but I'm not sure. I can't tell what's wrong with it.

The awkwardness was about me making so much noise while my parents were still in bed with my cat Pearl following me relentlessly only to get in my way at every turn.

Would you ever date a friend’s ex?

Sure. Why not? She doesn't own him. If she warned me against it due to his personality and behaviors then I would consider what she has to say about him very carefully, though. I do listen to friends' advice and warnings.

Where was the last place you went out to eat?

I think it was the Outback restaurant with Mom and Miss Cindy.

Who's the most attractive person of the opposite sex that you know?

Physically and otherwise, I'd say it's a tie between Sasuke M. and Makoto whose last name I can't remember to save my life.

How old is your best friend’s ex?

I have six besties with more than one ex and I don't even know all their ages.

How long do you feel you need to get to know someone before you would consider having a relationship with them?

A romantic relationship or just a friendship? I befriend people fairly fast since I'm a good judge of character, but opening up to a romantic partner can take more time. It really varies based on the guy, though.

What was your favorite thing about the person you fell hardest for?

He was just so much more mature and self-assured than any other guy I had been with before.

Who're three celebrities you find attractive?

Physically, I'd go with Benedict Cumberbatch, Tom Hiddleston and Luke Evans especially when they have black hair. I love the first as John Harrison, the second as Loki Laufeyson and the third as Dracula.

What're your plans for the weekend?

I don't know yet, but I often just stay in to avoid the weekend crowds.