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Homelander x Vampire! Reader

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Summary: There's nothing that taste better than the blood of the strongest supe in the world. Warning: Fem! reader insert, smut, explicit sex Wc: 1,778

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, your powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

You saw Annie all the way to adulthood being a loyal friend by her side when she joined the Seven and even after she met the boys and her boyfriend Hughie. As much as the spineless man annoyed you with his nerdy tendencies and sweaty smell, he was good to Annie. That's how you end up in the Vought Tower as a double agent. Ashley was the one who found you, she saw some articles about the good deeds you had done a few years back and wondered why with powers such as yours, you had flown under the radar. You could hear her voice in the meeting room introducing you. "Homelander this is Night Crawler, she would make a great member of the team, her abilities include super strength, hearing, and speed." You could smell her blood pumping and her heart rapidly beating under the scrutiny of Homelander's eyes. Pushing the door open with one hand you strode in head held high while looking around the room.

"Hello, I am Night Crawler." Before you could say any more the sweetest aroma hit your nose making you close your eyes and inhale deeply. What is that smell... It was sweet and musky enough to make you feel yourself salavate. When you opened your eyes to look at the direction of the smell your gaze landed on... Homelander.

"Well Night Crawler... what else can you do? Other than the basics." You drew your fangs out and dashed behind him wrapping your hand around his waist. He turned around the retaliate but you were faster and blinked in front of him. "Interesting...very interesting." Homelander hummed while his eyes ran up and down your revealing costume. Your costume consisted of a black spandex suit where the shorts stopped right under your butt and the top had long sleeves with a v cut down the middle. Your leather boots went all the way up your thigh leaving a sliver of skin. It was simple but effective, though Butcher thought you could stand to show more skin. "I've decided. Congrats Nightcrawler, you've made the team." He flashed a dazzling smile showing off his pearly whites. "In fact let me give you a tour of the building, as the Seven's leader it's my job to show around the newbies." Ashley went to object, but her face was met with a large red gloved hand. "Come, Nightcrawler." He commanded. You scurried after him, the scent of his veins luring you closer. Homelander gestures behind him "So as you know back there was the team meeting room, we meet there every now and then to discuss missions, stats, new marketing promos etc." Moving his hand forward, towards the elevator "Each person on the team has their own suite, mine is up here, the biggest one, since I'm the leader." Okay seems like overcompensating but who knows. The two of you stepped into the luxurious surprisingly small space. The air was suffocating; you felt like he was planning something. The ding of elevator made you jump. "Ladies first." paired with that same fake smile. You nodded and walked forward and felt him pressed on your back hard. "Come on little lady, we have lots to see and do." You looked up at him towering over your frame. "Of course sir." As you followed after him you felt your throat run dry. Shit you didn't think this meeting would run so long. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts about anything, counting how many lights where on the wall or clawing your hand at your side. "Did you hear me? Are you even listening?" You could tell Homelander was yapping about something or boasting about his saves and was annoyed that you missed the whole speech. But your mouth was watering and your head was pounding. You looked up into his eyes, gazes met. Homelander furrowed his eyes. Earlier your eyes were a bright green and now they matched those of crimson rubies. You felt your fangs poke your mouth. "Sorry," you blinked rapidly to come back to your senses. "Well then...come on Ill show you your room." He swiftly turned, cape trailing behind him. You felt like you wouldn't last any longer, you needed to get into your stash. You had asked Ashley to fill your fridge with donated blood, all you had to do was wait Homelander out. "This is where you'll be staying." He swayed his arm across as if to say "You've probably never seen a place this nice before". The room was very...stereotypical of what was thought of as vampires. Black and red colors were splattered through the room, it looked as if you stepped into a victorian gothic home. "There better not be a fucking coffin in here." You whispered to yourself. Homelander chuckled at your comment. "Do you do much...sleeping?" He cocked his head to the bedroom, strolling in as if this was HIS place. You could feel your hunger surging, if he didn't get out in the next 2 minutes you where going to go crazy. Next thing you know Homeland is by yourside, hands on your shoulders. "You know, I think I know what might help you rela-" He was cut off when you spun around and jumped onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his mid section. One of your hands wrapped around his jaw, the other one holding his shoulder for balance. You bared your fang and bit. It was the sweetest blood you ever tasted. It was like a delicacy and you couldn't stop, hunger clouded your mind. You kept sucking, relishing the feeling on your tongue. Your legs and hands squeezed tighter as if it would keep the blood coming.

Homelander stiffened, what the actual fuck. Here he was trying to get in the new girl's pants but not she was sucking him off, and not in the way he intended to. But he was getting lightheaded and turned on. The feeling of your lips on his neck, core pressed so close to him. He let out a strangled moan. He felt himself stiffening, suit a little tighter than usual. Eventually satisfied you let go, lapping up any extra spills with your tongue. Realizing what had happened and what position you where in you looked at Homelander ready to apologize. He couldn't help himself and slammed his lips on yours. The feeling of you sucking his neck was euphoric. His hand grazed your side, gentle like a lover. Before grabbing your neck and holding your body out. You hand grabbed his to release the tension. "What the fuck was that." You flashed your fangs towards him. "I need blood to sustain myself. And you have the best kind." Your smile was bloody and sadistic. It opened something up in Homelander. It was what he needed. Someone like him, you wouldn't mind his bloodshed you'd probably embrace it. He liked that you thought his blood was the best. I mean of course it was the best he was the strongest person in the world. He brought you closer to him, letting you stand on the ground.

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, you're powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

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"In that case. Continue." He stepped back slightly to undo the top of his suit and pulled it all the way down, letting his cock spring out for the bottom, slapping against his stomach. You were the worst double agent, but you were doing this for Annie, why not have some fun. You leaned against him, feeling him pressed on this stomach. You kissed his shoulder, opposite hand running down his chest. "So smell so good." His hand gripped your waist harder. You bit into his shoulder as he lifted you once more, legs going around his waist. His cock rubbed up against you, mouth moaning in your ear. You moved towards his neck again and bit the other side. Releasing your lips from his neck you pressed them against his, smothering the red liquid against him. He was such a passionate kisser, way better than any man you've ever dated. You broke the kiss only to shed your suit, blue eyes scanning every inch of your body. It was like you were the perfect specimen, not a flaw in sight, utterly beautiful. "I knew you'd be a great addition to the team." He said. You smirked in retaliation before sauntering to the bedroom. He followed, like a lost puppy and their owner. The bedroom was the same black and red color scheme, black silk sheets covered the bed, surrounded by dark wood furniture. There were red and white spider lily bouquets placed in vases throughout the room. There were way too many ornate vintage lamps. But the details didn't matter to you, not when Homelander was rubbing himself up and down your slit. He kissed your neck in a similar fashion as you, before slamming his hips against yours. There was no need to be soft, you two were the strongest in the world, and the sounds definitely proved it. The best rocked with each moment, the wood creaking from the pressure. He cried out loud as you bit his chest. His cock was pulsing as pushing in and out of you. He slammed into you again, the tension of the bed finally breaking and falling to the ground but that didn't stop him. Your pussy clenched around him. He grunted in your ear speeding up slightly before releasing his hot cum deep in you. He rolled off you and the two of you laid there panting filling the silence. You turned over to him with a smile, fang pushing out the bottom of your lips. "Again?"

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tinydeskwriter · 2 years

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Buzzfeed:The 10 Times Harry Styles and Y/n Y/l/n Made Us Believe in Love

A/n: I have been working in this for some time, I was pretty much inspired by my Jack Harlow piece, someone send a ask about doing one for Harry, and it’s just fluff💗 all the pictures are just illustrative, there is no face-claim, nothing, it’s just o ‘illustrate’ the article (?)

The 10 Times Harry Styles and Y/n Y/l/n Made Us Believe in Love

10. They Have Known Each Other for Years Before They (Finally) Started to Date

When it comes to famous couple we hardly ever know how they met, but not with this hot couple. It was Stevie Nicks who first spilled the beans:superstar Harry Styles and nepotism babe Y/n Y/l/n met back in May 2015 at the backstage of a Fleetwood Mac concert in London, while attending with mutual friends and Mr.Styles took her out for a bite afterwards. According to rumours Styles and Miss Y/n were seen out and about around London during the month of May and she was photographed in a One Direct concert in Wales, and then Harry reportedly dated a string of Victoria Secret models and Camilla Rowe…

Asked about it in a interview with Vanity Fair, Y/l/n said:”I was very young back then, just seventeen, still a little green and naive in this whole ‘love game’, we liked each other very much, but at that time we would have just… crashed and burned. Feelings were hurt, but it’s safe to say we’ve kept special places for each other in our hearts, and when we met again at Shangri-La we just fitted together…”

A Bonus: While promoting her new movie with Julia Roberts, Y/n Y/l/n was asked by James Corden about the rumor that her famous mom ‘just loves to public embarrasses her’, to which Y/n gave us a funny story: ‘So, as a teen I just loved Harry Styles, you know: the hair, the eyes, the dimples… I was like: we are soulmates, we are destined for each other. I had a framed poster of him in my bedroom. So… we are traveling from London to LA, my mom had just finished a movie, we are at the airport, and a few foot away, handsome as ever is Harry Styles, and his whole boyband… my mom recognized him from my posters and basically all my gadgets background, and she goes: excuse me… hi, Harry, my name is Y/m/n Y/l/n, my daughter just loves you… and she wouldn’t stop… let’s just say I spent a long time hiding in the ladies restroom’ Y/l/n added: ‘Harry actually finds the story funny and always tells all of our friends’.

There it goes: Y/n Y/l/n is jus like every other teenage with a Harry Styles crush.

9. They Rekindled Their Romance at the 2019 Met Gala

Harry co-chaired the event. Y/n made her solo debut—this is her third year attending the gala, but the first time without either her famous parents—, she attended as a guest of Gucci, dressed in a green-glittered-feathered gown custom designed for her by Alessandro Michele. The twenty four years old singer and the twenty years old actress were pictured in he pink carpet and, I mean, just the way they looked at each other screams volumes.

We may not know what happened inside the gala, but we can have a idea by the after party picture, and let’s just say:you can manage to see a photo of either of them where the other isn’t by their side or the background.

Dating rumors started after pictures were published of Harry and Y/n leaving the after-after party in the same car with Styles gentlemanly carrying Y/l/n red gown’s train.

The same month ‘sources close to the couple’ reported that Harry and Y/n actually met months in advance to the gala ‘Y/n was working with Mark Ronson at Shangri-La in Malibu, her and H stared as friends, just going out and spending time together, things changed in Italy in early 2019 when they decided to go together for fittings with Alessandro’.

When questioned about the young couple went with the standard: We’re just friends.

8. Their Romance is Packed With PDA

Though they keep their ‘Just Friends’ answers, the couple haven’t shied away from some good old Public Displays of Affection. And this says something when we’re talking about Harry Styles.

And they’re cutie.

7. We Got a Glimpse of Their Romance in August 2019 When Photos of Y/n Got Shared in The Internet

O-kay, it’s totally not okay for someone close to you—someone you clearly trust— to leak private pictures of your private instagram to the world. Y/n private IG account went from 167 followers o 165 after pictures the actress posted on her profile were printed and leaked.

That being said… We can’t deny Y/n and Harry are a cute and romantic couple:

I mean: she even uses his picture as a book-marker, this is pure fluff

6. Fans Noted This Little Detail in Paps Photos

The couple has a matching tattoo, and we’re dying. Nothing screams ‘Love’ like a matching tattoo.

5. That Lego Bouquet

Y/n was there for her man during SNL, as Harry was both host and musical guest. And she got him a bouquet… of Legos.

Sources said ‘Y/n has been here with Styles all week, Harry, surprisingly is a very shy guy, so she was always keeping him calm and relaxed, helping him with his anxiety, and just being a helping hand, they keep in their own bubble but are very approachable’.

4. December Was a Emotional Month For Harry and Y/n ‘s Fans

Little Women was released and our girl slayed as Jo March in Greta Gerwig’s adaptation. During promotion Y/l/n was paired with Pugh and Chalamet, and those tree were the trio of BFF’s we needed. Y/l/n and Chalamet chemistry—this is their second movie together— generated a few rumors of troubles in paradise.

But it was all just rumors, as Y/n was photographed at Styles one-night-only show at The Forum in Los Angeles,

She was once again by his side in London.

The bomb that broke millions of hearts came in 28 December.

In a joined statement was released by Styles and Y/l/n teams… After Academy Award winner filmmaker and producer, Y/f/n Y/l/n, communicated to the world in his official website that his wife and him ‘are happy to announce the marriage of their youngest daughter to Mr. Harry E. Styles’ all very formal like Y/f/n usually is.

The couple got married in 18 December at Hampstead Town Hall in London, both their families were in attendance. The couple asked for respect of their privacy, and announced that they would continue to live bi-continental.

3. Harry Styles Music Videos and… Surprises.

We hoped, but we weren’t sure, that we would see Y/n in Styles Music Videos, I mean, isn’t a rule somewhere that if you got a gorgeous, Academy nominated actress for a WIFE, you must put her in your MV’s? No?

Harry didn’t disappoint us. The singer and his wife frolicking by the beach, feeding each other fruits is a state of mind.

It also marks the debut of Y/n in Styles public feed.

Styles was praised by models in his video for asking for consent to touch them while filming, it was also said that the couple is very much in love and still in their honeymoon phase, just enjoying being together with one saying ‘when they looked at each other, you sometimes felt like you’re invading a private moment, Harry wouldn’t stop gushing over Y/n and how she inspired his more soft romanic songs’ and ‘they are just so nice to everyone’.

The surprise came months later during the release of ‘Golden’. The song is said to be about Y/l/n, with fans nothing that the actress and our favorite nepo babe has ‘you’re so golden’ tattooed in her ribs since 2017.

The video was filmed in the Amalfi Coast, with Styles running and driving around, Y/l/n doesn’t show up until the end, looking very gorgeous in white… and sporting a small baby bump. Yep, the couple probably had the best pregnancy announcement of 2020.

2. Harry Styles Being a Supportive Husband

2021 was a great year for Y/n Y/l/n, and no one can deny.

The actress welcomed her first child in early February. She went on to own a Golden Globe and a Emmy for her Netflix Miniseries.

The couple had their red carpet debut while attending the Grammys, with Styles proudly showing off his wife, the actress got candid while admitting that it was her first time going out without the baby, and though the child was with ‘grannie Anne’ the new mom still felt anxious.

In a interview with Kelly Clarkson while talking about parenthood Y/n said ‘It’s a crazy rollercoaster, they grow so fast! We decided, for now, not to have a nanny, we just want to enjoy all those little moments that we can, so it is being kinda of nuts, but we have a great team and a very supportive family. Harry is great, he aced the nappy game and night feeding, he’s a amazing daddy, we often joked that H had amazing fun uncle potential, but he’s positively surprising us all, he just goes beyond, the best parenthood partner a girl could ask for. Definitely my favorite dilf.’

1.Harry’s House.

Months before the ‘Adore You’ crooner announced his new album, Styles shared a candid picture of himself, his wife Y/n and their babygirl Delilah, with the caption: Home.

In early April the lyrics of ‘As It Was’ confounded fans a little, until four months later the couple announced the birth of their second daughter, Talulah, and their relocation to England in a more permanent scale. The couple not only has been living in London since mid 2021, they also acquired two homes in Styles motherland. Styles in a interview with Apple Music, said about his move: ‘A lot has change in my life the last few years, my home are now three amazing girls, my gorgeous wife and our two baby-daughters, but England is my comfortable place, initially we moved because I was going to film a movie, Y/l was still pregnant with Talulah, one night I come home after shooting and my wife goes: what do you think about moving here for real? And she goes on: I just spent an afternoon at a public park with Lilah without men with cameras following us around. It was a no brainer decision, we’re very happy, Lulah was born in London, my mum and sister are always around, I’ve never been happier’.

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Discovery: Stiles x Male Reader

Wolf Moon 2

There was a sense of peace as you sat in your room, a calmness that came when you were alone in the comfort of your room.

You were currently reading one of your many vampire tomes. The room was dark, the only illumination came from the single candle on your dresser and your red eyes.

You closed your book when you heard a soft knock on your door. You knew it wasn't your parents, they would have just walked in after knocking so you quickly hid your tome as your eyes turned back to normal.

"Come in!''

Stiles walked into your room with a sheepish smile on his face and a lot of random books.

"I know we're supposed to watch a movie or whatever but would you mind helping me with something?"

He drops the mountain of books on your bed. You pick one up out of curiosity and your heart instantly drops when you read the cover.

"What uh- What is this for?"

You nervously started rubbing your hands over pants because they were starting to get sweaty.

Stiles was also nervous. After the information he got, he was extremely nervous.

"You know how Scott and I went into the woods earlier to look for the body....''

You nodded.

"Well we didn't find it but my dad has the other half. Scott said he heard a wolf last night, my dad's team found animal hairs on the body; the half that they have...."

He was hesitant to continue so you grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to you.

"What's going on?"

"I-I'm not sure but I think Scott is in danger."

He had no idea...

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The next day Stiles basically dragged you to lacrosse practice, frantically looking for his friend.

"He's probably in the locker room."

Stiles nods frantically before running off in that direction.

You sat on the bench nervously rubbing your hand against your pants, you knew what was happening to Scott but should you tell Stiles? How would he react? Would it really be a good idea to expose him to the supernatural world? Would he be safe if you did?

You were stressing yourself out with all the questions that were floating around in your mind. From your interaction with him the night before, it was clear he had an inkling of what he thought was happening to Scott, he didn't say it but all those books were a dead give away.

The two boys came to the bench, you could hear Stiles frantically trying to tell Scott about what he found but Scott was being sort of dismissive about the information.

Scott headed to the field leaving behind an extremely nervous Stiles.

The team soon gathers around the coach, listening to him talk about what would happen if they make the cut or not. You cover your ears as the team starts to get loud. Stiles was the only one not cheering, instead he was looking worriedly at his friend.

Practice starts as if it were a real match, Jackson bumps into Scott which made you roll your eyes, he was such a jackass. But it made Scott try harder and he ended up making the goal.

Everyone started cheering him on which only made Jackson even more upset.

The coach called him over and you smiled as you heard him say Scott made the first line but then you remembered what sport this was. This was not good...

The dude didn't even know he was a werewolf and now that Jackson was starting to be up his ass, he was definitely going to be provoked.

You looked over at Stiles, whose eyes were already on you. His mouth was open and you could tell how stressed he was about this.

Stiles pulled you into his room and instantly went over to his computer, frantically typing.

"Sti-"

"There's something wrong."

He says with a quiver on his voice as he turns to look at you.

"I know...I know I should be happy for him, he's my best friend but I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong...."

He wiped his lips. You went over to stand behind him and slowly rubbed your hands up and down his shoulders to try to calm him.

"Am I crazy?"

"No! No, you aren't."

He scoffs and shakes his head before looking at the screen that showed an article about werewolves.

"Let's take a break."

Stiles shakes his head and looks up at you.

"I can't, I have to make sure my friend is going to be okay."

Stiles looks back at the screen and continues to look at different werewolf facts.

You didn't usually associate yourself with any werewolves besides one on occasion, but for Stiles sake you'd make sure that Scott was safe, especially from them.

The two of you spent the next few minutes looking at different werewolf sites or at least Stiles did.

He was going between different websites and books and started printing out different things that he found.

You heard footsteps coming towards the room but decided not to say anything about them, there was a soft knock on the door before Stiles stood up to open it.

It was Scott smiling, Stiles sighs before motioning for him to come inside. Scott's smile drops slightly as he looks at the mess of books that littered Stiles' room. Scott looks at you for answers and just gets a shrug in return.

"We've been up all night reading. Websites, books-"

"How much Adderall have you had today?

Stiles spins around in his chair looking at the different papers he printed not knowing where to start.

"Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen."

"He's had a lot."

Scott laughs, Stiles rolls his eyes before he continues on his rant.

"Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?"

Stiles grabs a bunch of papers and faces Scott wanting to just get to the reason why Scott was really here.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

"Oh, the guy in the woods we saw the other day."

You looked at the two, your eyebrows instantly rose at the sound of Derek's name.

"What did you say?"

Stiles turns his attention to you.

"About what?"

"You never said that you saw Derek in the woods."

"You didn't ask..."

You gave him an annoyed glare.

"I didn't know..."

"Well you...why does this... that's not the point, Scott.."

Stiles turns his worried gaze to Scott.

"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore."

Scott's smile completely wipes from his face. He glanced at you for a second before looking back at his friend, who instantly started to speak again.

"The wolf, The bite in the woods, I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?"

You sigh, still stuck on the fact that the two interacted with Derek at all. Was he the one who turned Scott? He was the only known wolf you knew about that was still alive. But why would he just randomly bite someone?

You broke out of your thoughts when Scott stood up from the bed looking upset.

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

Scott started picking up his bag.

"I saw you on the field today Scott, okay. What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible."

Scott shrugs him off.

"Yeah, so I made a good shot."

"No, you made an incredible shot."

Stiles takes Scott's backpack and places it back on the bed.

"I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight."

Stiles pauses for a moment to see if his friend was processing what he was saying before he started again.

"And don't even think I don't notice that you don't use your inhaler anymore."

"Okay!"

Scott looks at you for help but you didn't know what to say that would be helpful. You knew the truth, Scott was changing there was no stopping it. Scott frowns and looks back at Stiles.

"I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

Stiles' eyes filled with panic as he tries to get his friend to listen to him.

"Tomorrow? What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"

"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me."

Stiles sits down to face his computer and you cover your ears as Scott's voice raises slightly.

"Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?''

You frowned at those words.

"He's just trying to help.''

"Look I know this must sound insane but...."

The two turned to look at you, Scott's frown deepens and Stiles gives you a half smile and an appreciative nod.

You sighed. As much as you wanted to keep Stiles from finding out about supernaturals, with his friend now being a werewolf and them coming into contact with Derek, it's looking like that won't happen.

"Scott..."

You said in a stern tone. You pushed away the rage inside that you felt when he first entered the room but your body was on fire. He glared at you knowing you were taking Stiles' side, you always did.

"This is serious, You're cursed. Your body is going to go through changes and which I've experienced myself since I'm a va-"

You stopped yourself realizing you almost outted yourself. Stiles eyebrow raised slightly.

"What I mean is it's not just the full moon you have to worry about, anything can trigger it, bloodlust or lust in general, anything that makes your heart race."

"The full moon also happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

"Bloodlust?"

"Your urge to kill.''

Stiles gazes off to the side, Scott looks between the two of you feeling disappointed.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles."

You glare at Scott the instant the words leave his mouth. Stiles pulls out his book that he had been reading the past couple of hours and recited what you had already said.

"I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now."

Stiles riffles through Scott's bag and grabs his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm cancelling the date."

"No, give it to me!"

You instantly saw red the moment Scott pushes Stiles into the wall. You rushed from the bed at the speed of light and pushed Scott against the other wall with your arm against his neck. Your eyes were glowing pure red, the light reflecting off the wall. Scott had a scared look on his face when he saw your eyes.

Stiles looks at the scene in shock not knowing how to react. You blink your eyes rapidly and pull away from Scott, your eyes turned back normal but he continues to look at you in fear.

Scott quickly grabs his bag and leaves the room, you take a moment to calm yourself down and hesitantly look at Stiles. He kept looking from the bed to you, not understanding what happened.

"What was that?"

"I have to go."

You quickly walked out of the room leaving behind a gaping Stiles.

—🧛🏽

You straighten your dress shirt and tied up your dress shoes before spraying yourself with cologne. You walked out of your room to find your dad sitting on the couch watching a movie about Dracula which he only criticized.

"Dad?"

He looked up at you with a smile.

"How's my hair, is it fine?"

Your dad gives you a confused nod as he looks at your outfit.

"Where are you going Kiddo?"

"A party..."

Your dad shakes his finger at you.

"No, you're not."

You sighed.

"Dad-"

"No, don't Dad me. Do you know what tonight is..."

You sighed again and said along with him.

"The full moon..."

"The full moon.... exactly."

"But Dad-"

He cuts you off again and starts to pace.

"No, 'But Dads'...there might not be as many wolves as before but there are still wolves in this town not to mention the hunters..."

"You and Mom always tell me I need to go out and do something, anything besides staying in my room."

Your dad looks at you like you grew two heads.

"Yeah, on a normal night!"

You sigh, you didn't have time for this...

"Dad, I have a friend who is in serious danger tonight."

You start to rub your hands against your pants as your dad raises his hands in a big gesture.

"Too bad. You're not going out tonight. I won't allow it."

"But Dad-"

"I said No!"

His voice was dark as he said it, begging to be demanded.

"Fine. You're right."

He sighs as he walks up to you and pats your shoulders.

"I just want you to be safe."

You nodded with a sad look on your eyes. He starts to feel guilty.

"How about I make you some ice cream..hmm?"

You nodded at him with a forced smile. He walks to the kitchen to make the desert and when he comes back you're gone. He lets out an annoyed sigh when he sees the front door open.

—🧛

You entered Jackson's house with no problem, luckily you had been there before and didn't have to deal with the limitations that came with being a creature of the dead or half dead.

You walked into the party instantly feeling like you didn't belong, it was super crowded and it felt claustrophobic but you pushed through trying to find Scott, didn't take you too long because he was stumbling into the building holding his head in agony.

You noticed how Stiles instantly broke off his conversation to check on his friend. You started to follow behind Scott trying to keep a close eye on him as he passed people who looked worried about his well-being.

You followed him out of the house watching as he bumped into people and stumbled on his way down the stairs, you could smell the sweat from his body.

Allison followed soon after but Scott had already gotten to his car and drove off.

"Allison."

You turned your head in the direction of the voice, it was Derek Hale. You were going to walk up to him but he signaled to you with his eyes that he meant no harm and nods his head towards where Scott was headed.

"Did you do it?"

You whispered, he shook his head before nodding towards the car again. You sighed but nodded before chasing after the car.

You ran up towards his door and knocked hoping he would answer, you could hear the water running so you knew he was there but no one answered. You heard footsteps behind you and found Stiles standing there with a worried look on his face.

"Checking on Scott?"

You nodded. He points to the open window.

"Lets go."

The two of you crawled into the house and walked towards the direction of the running water.

"Hey, how'd you get here so fast? There's no other car outside."

You sighed.

"We're here for Scott.."

"Yeah, but-"

You knocked on the door to the bathroom.

"Go away!"

"Scott, I'm here to help you. I know you're scared right now but I'm going to help you."

Stiles tries to push through the door but Scott pushes back.

"Scott let me in, we wanna help."

"No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.''

"She's fine, Derek's taking her home."

He panics at the sound of his name.

"It's Derek, Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me."

"It's not Derek..."

"Yes..yes it is. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods. Please..."

You spoke softly trying to get him to listen, you don't know anything about the body since you haven't seen it but you knew Derek from the times you've bumped into each other and you believed him, there's no way he bit Scott.

"Scott, He didn't do it."

The door slammed shut and there was silence for a moment but then you heard the window open and the whistle of the wind.

"Damn it, Scott."

You punched the door feeling frustrated from today's events.

"I did not plan on spending my Friday chasing werewolves."

"Where are you going?''

Stiles follows after you as you leave the house, he didn't even want to mention the hole you left in the bathroom door. He secretly glanced at your hand as you balled your fists tightly.

"I'm going to find your friend and hope I can get to him before they do."

"Who's they?"

You don't answer and just sped off leaving an extremely confused Stiles.

"What the hell is happening?"

—🧛🏻

You found yourself in the middle of the forest looking for Scott, you were so done with today and ready to take a long nap after.

Your eyes were glowing bright, illuminating the surrounding trees in red as you shift your eyes around, looking for any signs of Scott.

You had stopped by the store and bought a rope and pocket knife just in case.

You were about to give up when you heard rustling coming from deeper in the woods, it sounded a lot like someone yelling?

Oh shit!

You quickly rushed to where you heard the yelling making sure to stay in the shadows.

When you got to the clearing you saw Scott with his arm pinned to the tree by an arrow, across from him were three men, the people you were told to look out for, The Hunters.

"Take him."

You took that as your opportunity to act, you took the rope that was in your hand and sped around the men and tied them with the rope before quickly pulling the arrow out of Scott's arm and speeding away from the hunters so that they couldn't see you.

Scott groaned.

"I know, I know! It'll be over soon."

When you were safely away you let Scott go, he ran up to a tree and leaned against it, Derek joined you soon after.

"I'm surprised your parents let you out tonight."

You sighed and shrugged.

"They didn't."

You turned your gaze over to Scott who was breathing heavily.

"You okay?"

He ignored your question to ask one of his own.

"Who were they?"

"Hunters."

Derek says with a pause.

"The kind that has been haunting us for centuries."

Derek motions between the two of you as he says that. Scott looks at you and watches as your eyes glow brighter. The fear he had before was now replaced with curiosity.

"Us?"

His curiosity turns to anger.

"You were in on this? You knew he did this to me?"

Derek holds his hand against Scott pushing him back into the tree.

"He.."

Derek points at you.

"Had nothing to do with this."

Scott looks confused again as he looks between you and Derek.

''Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope?"

Scott holds his arm near him, he looks frightened as Derek steps closer to him.

It was your instinct to hate his kind, it's basically in your blood but at the end of the day he was a friend, well friend of a friend but you couldn't hate him.

You stop Derek from speaking and kneel down so that you were looking into Scott's eyes, yours were finally back to normal.

"I know it's a lot to take in. But I am going to help you."

You said softly.

"Let me take you home."

Scott stares at your hand for a moment before taking it and letting you take him home. Derek goes to say something but you hold your hand out to him and shake your head. He sighs then heads in the direction of his house.

Later that night Your parents had grounded you the moment you stepped foot into the house so you were currently in your room reading.

You were however broken out of your trance when you heard the sound of rocks hitting the window.

You sighed and opened the window, catching the rock that was currently thrown.

"Yes Stiles?"

"Let me in!"

He yells in a whisper not wanting your parents to hear but they could hear him just fine.

"I'm grounded."

"What? Why?!"

You shrug.

"Because I wasn't supposed to be out tonight."

He tilts his head and pouts. You shake your head and roll your eyes before jumping down from your window. Stiles panics for a moment and hurries to catch you.

"What the hell is wrong with you?''

You laugh as Stiles places you down.

"I would have caught myself."

You took a moment to calm yourself before asking...

"So what's up?"

Stiles wipes his mouth not knowing what to say or how to word it so he just goes for it.

"What happened tonight? In the span of a few days I found out one of my friends just became a werewolf and the other is... Is...."

"A vampire."

"A vamp- wait what!"

He looks at you in a mix of shock and excitement.

"Wha- why didn't you tell me?"

"Well for one you never asked."

He tilts his head as if to say 'really.' You laugh a little before getting serious.

"And for two. I didn't want you to be involved in this."

You frown.

"I wanted to keep you as far away from this as I could."

"But why?"

"Because it's not fun. Scott might be good at Lacrosse now but it comes with a price. It's dangerous, there are people who want to kill us."

"They?"

"Yeah, They."

You sigh again for what felt like the millionth time today.

"Look, Sti. I'm going to look after your friend, I can't really teach him how to be a werewolf, but I can stop him whenever he wolfs out."

He nods but he still seemed worried.

"This has to stay between us."

He nods frantically.

"Yeah, of course."

You smile at him and pull him into a hug.

"Good! I'll see you at school."

He nods slowly but stops you by the arm when you try to go through the front door.

"Thanks for uh..for helping me the other day."

He smiles at you and gets one back.

"Of course, I always have your back."

"Well, good night."

"Night."

—🧛🏿

#teen wolf #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles x lydia #lydia martin #allison argent #scott x allison #scott mccall #derek hale #discovery masterlist

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velvetydream · 1 year

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꒰ :🌹 [ 5 Stolen Kisses - Shachi ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Five Moments. Five Kisses, Shachi has stolen from you – Wanted or by accident.

Pairing : Shachi x GN! Reader

Word count : 1672

Genre : Fluff

➵ Warnings ; 4th one is spicy pls skip if that makes u uncomfy, Mention of blood

a/n : I'm in love with the whole heart pirates crew, so I had to write for one of my favorite boys from them, Shachi! ( Will also write 5 Stolen Kisses for Penguin, Law and Corazon!! Ehehe~!)

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One – A brief peck before a goodbye.

The polar tang had docked on a island near a little town. It was time the crew had to get new supplies again. You were currently leaning against the railing beside Bepo, waving of Ikkaku and you Captain who were going to get some supplies needed for the polar tang.

Footsteps were now nearing you and Bepo, making your head turn and smile at the two man, wearing their cute penguin and orca hats. Approaching you two, Penguin spoke up first, asking if you or Bepo needed anything from the town – you two were in charge of looking after the polar tang so no stranger would get onboard. “Some cookies would be nice, thanks Peng!” Smiling up at the man before you, his cheeks tinted slightly red, turning away and walking down the submarine.

“Well see you later!” Shachi smirks at you, placing a quick peek on your cheek, before running down dock, catching up with Penguin – giggling like a little school girl while doing so.

Meanwhile your cheeks slowly were turning into a soft rosy color. Yeah Shachi would often flirt with you, but he had never done anything more than a short little hug – never had he kissed your cheek.. It shocked you. But soon Bepo asked to play a round of cards, which for now made you forget what had happened.

Two – A fallen accident.

It was noon, the polar tang was currently floating above, giving the crew some time for sunlight. But you were currently in the kitchen. Penguin had asked you for help preparing the dinner for the whole crew. It could get a bit to much for one person to cook for the whole heart pirates crew and you were probably the only one allowed near kitchen utensils.

Especially after Shachi and Ikkaku had set the kitchen on fire, luckily Penguin and Law were able to extinguish the flames, the later then scowling the two members and telling them to never try cooking in the submarine ever again. Basically banning them from the kitchen – for anything else than eating already cooked food or for drinks.

Penguin had left the kitchen for a moment, having gone up the deck to ask Law something about when they dock again, as he was running out of a few things yet again. Meanwhile you were trying to reach up something on the top drawer of the shelves.. Why did Penguin have to be one of the tallest members of the crew..

Climbing onto the cabinet now, you were trying to reach the item you wanted, just when you fingers reached the article, you felt you knee slip and were now falling backwards. Closing you eyes tightly preparing for the impact, you felt two arms trying to catch you in time, which resulted in you falling onto the person. A groan left the person under you as you fell onto them.

Opening your eyes now, your face was directly in front of Shachis.. His lips touching yours. You were that close – you could even see his wide eyes through his sunglasses. Sitting up to quickly, you accidentally ram you knee into his side, making him groan and clutch his waist. “That's definitely a way of saying thank you..” Shachi still has a little smirk on his face. “I'm so sorry.. Oh my god! Are you okay?” Cheeks aflame again, even worse than when he had kissed you cheek.

Suddenly a loud laugh was booming through the kitchen, making you jump to your feet. Penguin probably had seen it all, now clutching his stomach as tears of laughing where running down his cheeks.. That asshole. Shachi probably though the same, as he dashed for his friend, who just ran away still laughing.

A sigh leaves your lips, as your eyes look up to the item you wanted. “I guess no pepper for today's meal..”

Three – The taste of metal.

Law had taken Shachi, Penguin and Bepo on a supposedly short mission. Well.. Said mission turned out to be way longer and dangerous than any of you had anticipated.

Ikkaku was screaming from on the deck, making you dash up there finding Bepo holding Shachi and Penguin on his shoulders, Law slightly leaning against the polar bear. What in the world had happened? They all were bloody, Bepo still looking the least beaten up out of the four. Quickly Bepo had brought the three man into Laws infirmary. Ikkaku started helping you patch up your captain and crew-mates. Bepo was quickly finished, your captain and the other two took a little longer. Law was by now also unconscious – well he probably just rather feel asleep taking from his snoring.

A groan ripped you from your thoughts as Shachi was the first one to wake up out of the three. Ikkaku was getting some ice to cool their wounds with Bepo. “Shachi! You're awake again!” Running over to the redhead now, his hat and glasses laying on the little table beside the bed. “How'd we get back here?” His eyes slightly squinting, as the lights in the room were a little bit to bright after just waking up. “Gotta thank Bepo for that, he brought all three of you guys back here, Ikkaku and I took care of your wounds then.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you softly laid your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your hand with a content sight. “Sorry for troubling you guys.” Eyes meeting yours now, his right eyes was slightly purple, which would probably get worse over the next few days. “It's okay, I'm just glad you all are safe..”

And as if something was pulling you to each other, Shachis lips suddenly meet yours in a soft kiss. It tasted a little bit like metal, but that was fine because it was Shachi kissing you. Hands were softly pulling you closer by the waist, your hands meanwhile softly threading through his auburn locks.

“Fucking finally! Penguin owes me an extra desert!” Ikkakus voice makes you pull away from the man before you, looking at her with red cheeks – she was grinning at you two. This made you groan annoyed and turning back to Shachi, hiding you face in his neck – he in return just laughed it all off, letting his hand glide over your hair as he looked down at you with a soft and content smile.

Four – At the dead of night.

It was late at night, the submarine was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the soft sounds of the ocean around the polar tang.

Soft foot patter could be heard through the hallway of the submarine, as Shachi was dragging you to his room. He had kicked Penguin out earlier that evening, telling him Bepo had a bad dream and to go cuddle him – Bepo not even questioning and just being happy about any free cuddles. Pulling you into the room Shachi normally shared with Penguin, he softly presses you against the door – a click could be heard as he locks the door.

“You're so beautiful..” Shachis voice was soft, almost a whisper so only you can hear it – not that anyone was awake beside two members far away at the front coordinating the submarine. His hands were slowly gliding from your waist, down to your hips, Shachi was so close, you could feel him breath and feel every muscle on his lean body.

Soon Shachis lips connected with yours, he couldn't wait anymore, he needed to feel your lips on his. It was soft at first, testing out the waters. You guys mostly shared only soft little kisses or pecks. This was different – he was needy.. And so where you. Arms slowly sneaking around his shoulders, as his hands slightly slid under your shirt, halting at your waist. Shachis lets his tongue softly drag over your lips, as you open them slightly. His immediately invading your space, a little groan coming from his throat making you moan. This definitely awakened somethings in his pants. Pulling away slowly, pants echoing through the room, a string of saliva connecting your tongues.

Picking you up onto his hips now – feeling his hard one surely now, he carefully walks over to the bed, laying you down, before connecting his lips with yours again..

Let's just say the next morning Penguin slammed the door close again the fastest he has ever done, walking away.

Five – Peace.

The submarine was on top of the ocean again. Shachi was leaning against the wall, you between his legs as he holds a a few cards in his hands, Bepo and Penguin opposite of you two. Nothing major had happened over the course of the last few days.. It was quiet – for which you where thankfull.

“Hah! I won again!” Penguin throws his cards down, revealing he had won jet another time, making Shachi groan, as he hands his cards to Bepo to mix them up again. His arms snaking around your waist now, as he lays his head against your shoulder. Eye looking down at the reddish blemish on your neck he had left there the other night, making him smile contently. A soft kiss was pressed to your neck, making you look down to your red haired lover. Finding his eyes looking at you with the most loving and soft look you had ever seen – you were so lucky to have him, he was an angel..

“Stop gawking at each other! Take the cards Shachi!” Penguin sometimes was quit annoyed when you two were being lovey dovey, but still he supported you two and was happy for you. Shachi takes the cards into his hands, just when Penguin looked down into his, he turned your head around and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, before checking his cards.

You were at peace. It was beautiful.

#one piece x reader #one shot #one piece #shachi #heart pirates #heart pireates x reader #shachi x reader #shachi x you #one piece x you #one piece shachi x reader #one piece shachi x you #i love this man ngl<3

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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Miss girl!!! I was looking at the old old red carpet pictures of Olivia in the turquoise dress with Austin and it made me think of little dove and how if they hadn’t spoken since the end of filming/occasional red carpet - how does she feel watching his career now? and his girlfriends? and how he looks like a superstar now but he used to just look like a pretty, sweet boy?

curious to what we're talking about? click here for the little dove verse.

MISS GIRL. god no one ever calls me that anymore. it's always MISS MA'AM. you've won me over and forced me to give you my heart for that. and thus get an answer

okay! so. the infamous well if they never got back together sort of timeline/idea. see, when eurus and i first came up with this au she was always more of the girl who did it where they never came back together/spoken that sort of thing. but in the time since then i have thought about it. and it's truly sort of the basis of this au i once got asked about where they come back together 10 years in the future.

and here's the thing, she'd be proud of him. for all of the mess that would be attached to their relationship in her mind, she'd still care for him and be so proud he's doing so well. because there was pillow talk about where to go in their careers before the character bleed really took hold. and she'd know he wanted to do more work and the producer element. she'd know all this and she'd be the first person who read the article and went that's my boy. wouldn't post about it, probably. but she'd be so unbelievably proud. though, she'd be jealous of the girlfriends. like she'd try not to be, but she fell so hard and deep for him- even if she thinks when they break up it's just the bleed from playing priscilla. that seeing him be in love with someone else? that stings a lot. lily was a lot. and then kaia is a lot and just. she tries to not dwell on it too much.

as for him looking like a superstar? um. let's just say she perhaps enjoys the videos from like the ysl campaign a bit too much and generally swoons a lil seeing him on occasion. it also makes her step her game, oddly enough? like call it being competitive, call it wanting to make herself more equal to him? it's weird. she really just wants to get that same sort of glow up. like used to be sweet little girl ( who has those rumors chasing her ) and now look at her being a superstar queen.

so basically proud as punch but also jealous and a bit you could be the king but watch the queen conquer vibes for her own life.

#the weird funny thing about this is that i think at this point i fear posting another chapter because of how it might be recieved.#but #i do love talking about them.#little dove verse #dove verse #you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue.#austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #( why am i adding tags. i don't know. )

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drakulateeth · 2 years

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My femme fatale essentials

I have seen way too many posts and articles about how to become a femme fatale and most of them are useless. And since I have had the femme fatale mindset ever since I was quite young, let me share with you what being a femme fatale actually entails:

Being in touch with your dark side.

By this I mean, understanding and not suppressing the negative traits that we have. Being selfish, arrogant, wanting to lie, wanting to steal, craving violence. Once you look at those feelings in the face and truly understand them, you will no longer be a slave to them and to what society says is unacceptable. Regardless this does not mean wrecking havoc in others lives and self-destructing, but you should accept yourself fully and work on whatever you see fit, however you see fit (I'm a popstar, not a doctor).

2. Having a generally dark and muted color palette.

For your clothes and your environment, I think this is quite self explanatory. Dark reds and browns, shiny pinks and even deep blues. Candles, antique furniture, old books, heavy curtains, classic cuts for clothes, for this part I would suggest you mix the stereotypical aesthetic with your own authentic style. Do not buy into the mainstream products you see online though, please, I would suggest see what type of Halloween decorations you enjoy and move from there. (My inspiration ever since I was young have been vampires)

3. Being the demise of men.

My personal favorite. I have yet to destroy anyone's life but I have used the feelings that many guys had for me, for my benefit. From school projects, to concert tickets, to snacks, free rides around town, to now getting a guy that likes me, that I of course do not like, to do most of my work in the conference I am working on. And in the end breaking their little hearts.

The way I go around it is that I act cold (I already look intimidating) and never give them actual hope, so when the situation blows in the guy's face, he knows that it was his fault and that him being blinded by lust cannot be my problem. This is where the be in touch with all your feeling and urges comes to play. Be ruthless. (I should do a whole separate piece on being ruthless, 10/10 would recommend)

4. Emulating classic and/or glam looks.

For this part, fuck trends and do what works for you. You must know yourself first and then craft a look, I cannot tell you to just do a red lip and you will look stunning. You should know your undertones and what shades of lipstick compliment your face. I only wear dark reds and browns, otherwise I do simple nudes, because pink or purple or anything vibrant looks terrible on me. Pick and choose whatever suits you and I repeat stay away from trends. Hair, make up, scents, dresses, shoes, nails, everything should be coherent, should suit you because YOU are wearing them they do not wear you, basically look well put together in a glam way in a darker color palette. (The look is a very simple part)

5. Having a very particular hobby that must be intellectually stimulating.

For me it would be learning languages, I already speak four (French is one of them, you want someone to be hypnotized by you, speak French with the accent, even if it is visible you are not French, it still sounds hot) and I intend to learn three more because I have picked them up but have not taken them to intermediate or advanced levels yet. Your hobby can be anything as long as it is very intellectually and artistically stimulating. Think playing the cello, the harp, the violin, the piano, think classical ballet, ballroom dancing or even belly dancing, sculpting, writing poetry, pottery, I can go on for ages. You have read this in other guides too, be curious, be authentic and indulge in the things that you enjoy.

6. Oozing sex appeal.

That starts with being confident in your body and being in complete touch with yourself. You already know what I will say on this, eat well, do something physical that makes you feel good, take care of your health, wear well made lingerie, have a deep and sweet perfume (I am a Dior girl, I buy a dupe for daily wear, and the actual perfume for more important matters). The rest, I don't know you, you must figure it out yourself, a guide I made cannot dictate your life, do whatever makes you feel sexy. Start with sexy lingerie, shiny jewelry, also gun and dagger shaped things, put on a sultry playlist, imitate supermodel walks, the world is your oyster.

7. You must stand tall

The main appeal of the femme fatale, is the self confidence, the directness, living their life in their own terms. They have boundaries, standards, refined taste... basically they are the dream girl that would do everything to get what she wants, there is this sort of perfect imperfection about their poise, their anger, their movement. They seem so cool yet so ready to strike, at any moment they might unleash hell. I always loved them because they seemed so multidimensional. I never particularly enjoyed the nice and sweet heroin in media, I related more the the amoral, darker "villains" hence me being a well known bitch from age 12 until now.

(During my formative years I was an only child and quite spoiled, so I think it makes sense I subscribe to the philosophies that I subscribe)

On an ending note, I would suggest pick a few fictional characters that have traits you would like to emulate, and live as they would. We live in the age of information, chances are you already know what you like or not about the aesthetic, so make it your own and live authentically. The only thing I want to say is, bring back misery to men's lives, because 1. the trope is based on that and 2. because they love it.

*I also have a bone to pick with the coquettes that girlblog from their bed all day and make those ugly moodboards about femme fatales. More on that some other night

Happy hunting my maneaters,

snowblack

#femme fatale #maneater #divine feminine #dark femininity #female empowerment #dark feminine energy #the art of seduction #enchantress #seductress #female excellence #advice #my post

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bookgeekgrrl · 2 years

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My media this week (8-14 Jan 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰Neverwhere (London Below #1) (Neil Gaiman, author & narrator) - listened to the (very excellent) BBC audio drama of this a few years ago but it'd probably been 20 years since I actually read it. doing a mini book club with a bff!

🥰 This symmetry is not without meaning (aesc, pearl_o) - (pt 4 of TLBT series) 63K, cherik age difference AU, just another great story of them working out their relationship (plus some very good sex)

🥰 Flight Risk (Ayes, itskleo) - steddie rock star/bodyguard AU, fun characterizations, really enjoyed!

🥰 'Lucky Lives' Omegaverse (Tsuki) - 210K, original fic, 4-part series, interconnected dystopian omegaverse romances - very likeable characters with some great worldbuilding details; I would happily read more stories in this universe. I read this in like 2 days. Sometimes the heart wants what it wants!!!

💖💖 +208K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

The Code (randomizer) - Galaxy Quest: 3.5K - Yuletide 2022; a love letter/meta message to fandom in general

NYC Health Code, Article 161.19 (monicawoe) - Venom, MCU: Venom meets All Caps, 5.2K - allCaps meet Venom and more importantly, VENOM'S CHICKENS

I Got You Babe (monicawoe) - Venom, 3.5K - how Venom got its Sonny & Chery

you can take the heart from your chest to use as a compass when you are lost (fragilecapric0rn) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 29K - craigslist missed connections AU with all the found family at thanksgiving in a cabin

a slow morning (wearing_tearing) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 325 - basically a 325 word ode to Steve Harrington's chest hair and I AM HERE FOR IT

Pursued by Bear (Zenaidamacrouras1) - MCU: shrinkyclinks, 19K - shrinkyclinks, UFC & Shakespeare convention fic with lots of quotes and queer theory! (yes, inspired by that tweet)

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Uncoupled - s1, e3-8

Knives Out (with commentary)

Big Eden

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

ICYMI Plus - The Untalented Mr. Ripley

Desert Island Discs - Cate Blanchett, actor

Off Menu - Ep 120: Miriam Margolyes

Off Menu - Ep 76: Claudia Winkleman

Happy Sad Confused - Ke Huy Quan

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Chicago Bridge Houses

Switched on Pop - Too Fast? We’re Curious: The sped-up remix phenomenon

Happy Sad Confused - Neil Gaiman, Vol. II

Shedunnit Book Club - The Advertising Adventures of Dorothy L. Sayers

Vibe Check - The House of Cards Is Gonna Crumble

ICYMI Plus - Who Is Alix Earle And Why Are People Mad at Her?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Mail Rail

99% Invisible #520 - Mini-Stories: Volume 16

Weather Geeks - Lightning In Lake-Effect Snow

Films To Be Buried With with Brett Goldstein - Fern Brady

Into It - Harry & 'M3GAN' (Plus: What's Taylor Garron Into?)

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Berkeley South Asian Radical History Walking Tour

Renegades: Born in the USA - Race in the United States

Of Mice And Men And Monsters - Ch. 0: Prologue

Of Mice And Men And Monsters - Ch. 1: Frankenstein - Part 1

Off Menu - Ep 92: Sue Perkins

Renegades: Born in the USA - American Music

Renegades: Born in the USA - Traveling the U.S. & Finding Home

You Must Remember This - Porno Chic and The Brief Heyday of X Ratings (Erotic 80s Part 1)

It's Been a Minute - What's worse than heat damage? Hair discrimination

Off Menu - Ep 109: Nicola Coughlan

ICYMI Plus - RuPaul’s Drag Race Has Finally Logged On

Hit Parade Plus - Thinking About Tomorrow Edition

You Must Remember This - 1979: Bo Derek and 10 (Erotic 80s Part 2)

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

If I Were A Carpenter [Various artists] {1994}

The Duran Duran Tribute Album [Various artists] {1997}

Duran Duran [Duran Duran] {1981}

Rio [Duran Duran] {1982}

Seven And The Ragged Tiger [Duran Duran] {1983}

Notorious [Duran Duran] {1986}

Big Thing [Duran Duran] {1988}

Liberty [Duran Duran] {1990}

Duran Duran (The Wedding Album) [Duran Duran] {1993}

Thank You [Duran Duran] {1995}

Medazzaland [Duran Duran] {1997}

Pop Trash [Duran Duran] {2000}

Astronaut [Duran Duran] {2004}

Red Carpet Massacre [Duran Duran] {2007}

All You Need Is Now [Duran Duran] {2011}

Paper Gods [Duran Duran] {2015}

FUTURE PAST [Duran Duran] {2021}

Doo Wop

The Roots of Rock & Roll

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youngeditor1999 · 2 years

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I posted 5,843 times in 2022

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,423 of my posts in 2022

#love - 473 posts

#babes - 451 posts

#bradley rooster bradshaw - 450 posts

#jake hangman seresin - 426 posts

#top gun: maverick - 420 posts

#hangster - 336 posts

#sereshaw - 285 posts

#pete maverick mitchell - 198 posts

#natasha phoenix trace - 154 posts

#bradley/jake - 133 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#also in my mind they silently told each other that they can fly with the other anytime and and that they are both glad that the other is ok

My Top Posts in 2022:

Ok!! So now that it's officially fanon that Jake "Hangman" Seresin is indeed the biggest Swiftie out of the group, what do y'all think are his top Taylor songs??

The correct answer is ✨obvisouly all of them✨ but if you could only pick 5-10 (😩), which ones are they (and why, but you don't have to say why if you don't want to/don't have the time, effort and energy to)?

I'm choosing:

1) Gorgeous

2) All Too Well 10 minute version

3) King of my Heart

4) Style

5) Love Story

6) Out of the Woods

7) Fearless

8) Red

9) Cardigan

10) You are in Love

BONUS: Our Song, This Love, Mary’s Song (Oh My My My), The Best Day, Better than Revenge, New Romantics.

I am begging all of you to let me and the rest of us fans know!!!

(Also, Glen Powell needs to 👏🏻get 👏🏻on 👏🏻it and add some Taylor to his official Spotify Hangman playlist! We are more than ✨ready for it✨. 😏😉😝😍)

P.S-I know that these are numbered from one to ten, but in my mind, they’re not actualy ranked that way. Especially because I can see Jake loving and appreciating all of these songs equally. 🤗😌 The numbers on this list are more for pratical reasons than anything else!!

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I love how as a fandom, though we ship Jake "Hangman" Seresin with different people, the one thing that we all agree upon is that he is so totally not straight. 😊

(And to those of you who are seeing the connection between Hangman and Phoenix...you are valid and accurate; there was definetly something there that was/had been happening between them...👀)

35 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

I was so excited to see Top Gun: Maverick that though I have in fact seen the original many times before, I didn't rewatch it before I went to the theater.

Last night I rewatched it again after seeing TG: M three times (so far!!). I'm embarrassed to admit this but here we go: I totally forgot about the part where they're in the bar and Ice comes over to Goose and Mav and greets Goose by saying, "Mother Goose!" 🥺🤧

It's an important part and means so much to me, especially because of how broken up Ice later is when he's telling Maverick how sorry he is about Goose. 😭

43 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

Y'ALL:

This is from a Buzzfeed article (read it in full here: 17 Times "Top Gun: Maverick" References "Top Gun" https://buzzfeed.com/evelinamedina/top-gun-maverick-then-vs-now) and when I read the above I literally screamed out loud because basically, this article is confirming that yep, all of us did indeed see what we saw when it comes Hangman and Rooster. 🤩

Look, interpret this piece of information (that we all knew anyway lol) however you want, just know that I am loosing my fangirl mind right now.

Addtionally, on a somewhat related but also kind of random note, I would like to point out that I personally see Hangman as an Ice-Maverick hybrid because he kind of looks like Ice, but he follows the rules like how Maverick did (or didn't, rather...). Looks aside, I also get Ice vibes after he saved Mav and Rooster at the end of the movie!!!

And Bradley is very much his father's son, but still makes sure to follow the rules, always and of course (as we all saw!) is the first to point out whenever people are being unsafe and leaving their wingman when they aren't supposed to (Ice vibes for Rooster, anyone?? 🥺💙).

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My #1 post of 2022

Thinking about how Jake would call Bradley "baby" as a pet name has me going absolutely feral.

Not to mention all of the different ways he can say it and the context of when he uses it.

Just imagine them waking up next to each other and Jake's usually unheard southern accent slips out when he utters, "Morning, baby," because it's still early and he hasn't had time to adjust quite yet.

Or when he gleefully shouts, "Hey, baby!!" from across the room when he sees Bradley again for the first time after either one of them has been away on an assignment.

And of course, when they are in the heat of the moment and Jake pants out, "Yeah, baby, right there, that's the spot."

Yeah. 😌😍

Bradley is Jake's baby for now and for forever. ❤️

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laurasstufff1 · 2 years

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I got a request

So my request is

So u and kai are dating and u have 2 kids together one girl one boy 2 and 4 so Kai is working

and the kids are being bad and not listening so u tell them off but they Are not listening Kai heard it all he is ready piss and then he yells at the kids it works and then u kai have a cute moment

OSKAR AND ANNA

Gif credit to @youmustlovehim !!

Hope this meets your expectations!! Thanks for requesting! 😚😚

Oskar and Anna were a nuisance. You loved them with your whole heart, of course you did, they were your children, the perfect mixture of you and the man you loved. But everything they touched they broke, they were always talking, shouting, sometimes fighting… but you could never get mad at them, not even when they didn’t let you do your job, like today.

“Mum can we play outside?” Oskar asked poking his head through the doorframe of your home office. Just like that, you knew that was the first questions of many.

“It’s raining”.

“But we have the red boots!!” Anna happily shouted behind her brother. Oskar was considerable taller and it only made her look much more smaller. You couldn’t help but to smile at the sight of them both.

“Okay, you can go outside but when it stops raining, okay?” you said before turning your gaze back to your computer. That was until you heard their steps walking into the office. You knew they were sitting on the little couch you had there, even though you had your back to them.

“Can we watch a film?” Oskar talked again reaching for your laptop.

“You were watching one in the living room!” You laughed turning to to look at them, who were indeed laying comfortable on the couch.

“It was boring!” Anna shouted with her high pinch voice.

“Okay, alright, keep it quiet. We’ll watch a movie all together when papa comes and I finish work, alright?” They seemed happy with the deal, staying right there while you typed your article.

Ohhh lord, but these kids were impatient, they wouldn’t let you work by asking questions all the time: ‘I’m hungry!! - you just had dinner’ ’when’s papa coming? - soon’ ‘what are you doing? - I’m trying to work’ ‘can I use your laptop? - no’… and seconds later ‘mum, what’s the password?? - I told you not to use it, Oskar!’ ‘is still raining? - yes, Anna’ ‘when’s papa coming? - sooner than the last time you asked’.

“Mummy mummy, look at Angela’s haar!” Haar, one of the few basics words you knew in German, and it meant hair. As soon as you realised, you turned around just to see Oskar sticking a caramel in Anna’s hair.

Kai arrived when you were in the middle of the fight with the kids, scolding Oskar for 1) eating the caramel without your consent, 2) giving one to his 2 year-old sister and 3) sticking another into her hair.

“What’s going on here?” Kai asked standing in the doorframe. Oskar didn’t hesitate on telling him all about it while laughing and hugging his dad’s legs, you couldn’t even turn around to meet your man, too busy trying to get the candy out of your daughter’s hair, who, by the way, was also laughing. “That’s not funny, Oskar” Kai seriously said walking towards you and kissing your head before helping you. But the kids didn’t care one bite, they were still laughing while telling his dad about their later plans enthusiastically.

“We’re going to go outside with he red boots!! And watch a movie, Shrek!!!” Oskar shouted running around your office.

“No! I want Moana!” It didn’t take more than two seconds to have them fighting and shouting again.

Kai watched how you scrubbed your hand over your face showing tiredness, sitting back on your chair with a sigh, already ignoring them just so you could finish before bed time.

“Kinder! Hört sofort auf damit! (Kids! Stop it now!)” Kai shouted making use of his native language, a language that the kids could understand even better then you. Kai only used it when he was really happy or really mad, and today they knew it was the second option what led him to use it. They stopped immediately, standing still in their place with a low gaze.

“Can we go outside?” Anna asked almost in a whisper and your heart melted again.

“Yes. But make sure you change your boots, okay?” you said before turning your face back to the computer, hearing a soft ‘thanks momma’ when they both left. Minutes later you could see them through the window, jumping on the puddles of the garden with their red boots laughing together, the argument about the film long forgotten.

“Have they been bad the whole evening?” Kai asked making space for him at the edge of the chair you were sit too.

“They’ve been good” you shrugged without stopping typing, finally pulsing the final dot key and moving your head to look at him. “They’re just talkative, too talkative, for my liking” you concluded, earning a laugh from Kai, that mixed with the one from the childs playing outside.

“You’re my superhero, you know? The best Mutter (mother) for them ” he said leaning in to hug you placing lazy kisses in the crock of your neck. You were planning on telling him other way, but you couldn’t hide it any longer, so you just gave him a glimpse when he separated from your embrace.

“I just can’t imagine how crazy it’s all going to be with the third baby” you said staring at his face.

“Third baby?” He asked shocked “Ein neues Baby? Da? (A new baby? There?)” He pointed to you belly like a child but with the same light in his eyes he had the other two times you told him that good news.

You were just nodding at his words ready to talk, but he wouldn’t let you, taking you in his arms while spinning around, mumbling words in German you couldn’t even understand but you knew were good. He placed you back on the floor, looking at you with love and adoration. He was about to lean in to kiss your lips when two voices demanded your attention.

“Can we watch Shrek now???”

“No! Moana!!”

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Hosoya also likes homemade food such as hijiki (sea vegetable) simmer in soy paste, okra (another vegetable), and grilled fish. He said he can eat three bowls of rice with them XD

Women in Japan usually lives quite long (85 years old in average), so it is pretty much possible that Hosoya’s grandma is still alive ^^/

Live Long, Grandma!!

#hosoya yoshimasa #seiyuu #Otabek Altin #Yuri on ice #yoi #the gif basically my heart when I red the article -/////-;#恋愛に対してニヒルなところが魅力―「金色のコルダ3 AnotherSky feat. 神南」芹沢睦役・細谷佳正さんにインタビュー #Seiyuu's Little Forest

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Hey there lovely! Could I request a matchup?

I’m an eighteen year old, bi-pan, enby. I’m generally super small and I’ve got short brown hair that is normally dyed. I have a handful of disabilities that tend to keep me at home most of the time, but I’m always out to spread positivity and love.

I’m a bit of a scene kid, the 00s being a huge interest of mine. I make kandi, and collect a lot of clothing pieces from the time. I’m extremely into amusement parks and their history, taking probably more time than anyone needs researching parts of old parks. I also do a lot of digital art, and cosplay. I play some video games as well, my favorites being Animal Crossing, Terraria, and Deltarune.

My biggest giving love languages are physical affection and quality time. My biggest relieving are physical affection and words of affirmation. Though, with me being autistic, infodumping and parallel play are huge ones for me too!

I hope that’s enough information for ya! I used to do matchups myself so I tried to give you some substance haha. Take as long as you need on this, thanks in advance! <3

🦭 look a seal !

. . . Your Fazbear Entertainment Matchup is 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚 ✭ !

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Yes. Fazbear’s very own turkey.

First of all, making kandi? Uh yes! This chicken would absolutely be a kandi making master. By accident too cause she immediately assumed it was like some cool rock candy but when she found out it was bracelets she said “still cool lol”.

You’d spend like 5 minutes telling her to not chew the kandi beads because, in her words, maybe it is rock candy. It isn’t and she ends up eating a plastic bracelet bead.

You still love her though! You two would make all types of bracelets, matching or personal it doesn’t matter. You often find that Chica makes pretty patterns of colors. She especially likes pretty cotton pinks and soft blues and maybe if she was feeling daring she’d add a dash of green as well. The way Chica can look so cute while incredibly focused has to be illegal in some country…

Chica would ask parents and kids for pamphlets of amusement parks. With confused nods, she’d get a few. That’s how she has so many so she can memorized them as best as she can then impress you with the fact you thought she knew nothing about amusement parks. She would even do the whole leaning against the wall with a stupid smirk. Take away her Netflix account PLEASE she’s gotten too many dumb ideas.

Listen. Don’t challenge her to anything involving Animal Crossing because she’s probably wasted countless hours out of stage in her room mastering the gaming of Animal Crossing. Both to impress people and to just be the very best then rub it in Monty’s face.

Chica and you absolutely abuse internet to watch cat videos from the 2000s and then watch a scene hair tutorial. You’d trust Chica with hair accessories and braiding it but trusting Chica with a flat iron? No. The lastime you did she nearly burnt Monty’s paint off for whatever reason. Monty was too shocked to explain why properly.

Chica is a very loving person; it’s in her nature to love. So physical love like hugs, cuddling, complimenting all that? It makes her like a little puppy for you! She is practically entranced if you give her affection like a big hug. She will be doing the your initial + her initial in a big red pen heart on one of her journals. Chica will kick her feet up while writing in her journal how you to hugged and it was basically heaven.

She gives you a lot of nicknames honestly. She always comes up with more because they’re all mostly food related or stolen from Freddy, though.

To celebrate your birthday she had convinced one of the managers to get you some article of clothing from the 2000s. She then wrapped it expertly in a sparkly pink gift box and had nothing but the biggest cheesiest grin on her when you were opening presents. She’s literally jumping in her boots—no. Literally she is.

“Wow thanks Chica it’s a…stripped shirt?”

“It’s a 2000s shirt!!!”

You can’t tell her no so you just give her biggest smooch right on her beak.

Chica isn’t dumb. She has great memory, and only pretends to forget things so she doesn’t have to do so much work. Her memory is flawless, possibly even better than Freddy’s being honest. So it doesn’t surprise if she can remember the smallest details of your infodumps and your long talks about your interests. She may be checking her joints or eating some pizza or even gaming but it’s like she has a pair of two extra ears because she mentions things you even forgot.

Has never played Terraria but only will if you teach her how. All throughout it she’s just leaning on your shoulder looking at you go on about the game while having a fond gaze and humming and nodding to make sure you know she’s listening. But honestly? Chica can’t focus on the game with how cute you are!

As excitable as Chica is, she needs some time to relax and rewind. Children can be a lot for her, so she often spends her time relaxing with you and calming down after particularly stressful or long performances. She will often laze on the couch with you, eating food or chewing on ice watching some cheesy Netflix show you put on. She loves those small relaxed moments between you both.

She asks you to check her for any faults but tbh she’s always perfect so you always say she looks perfect and she always responds with “Awww stop it u little charmer :3”

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Who says science isn't exciting? A RNM science meta, part 2

Edit: I have made a spreadsheet for easier reading

Hello, it's me again, trying to breakdown the science used in our little alien show. If you haven't checked it out, here is part 1 (which covers the first season), and here is part 3 (third season). Now, we are going to look at season 2, episode by episode, and I will attempt to explain what the hell is going on.

As I said in the first part, I will only dive into the real-life science and not the alien part (as I am trying to preserve the little sanity I have left). However, since aliens are inherently part of the show, some real and some fictional science get mixed together, and I will try to give an explanation for it.

Disclaimer: I am a maths major and have very little knowledge about chemistry and biology. I am in no way an expert in any field, I am just very enthusiastic when it comes to science and research. For this, I have used my university library and many many pdfs of articles and books on various subjects, but I am not pretending to know everything. Also, this show is science fiction, so the rules of physics don't apply (or at least not when it comes to alien superpowers).

Now, are you ready? Are you sitting down comfortably, do you have snacks and water? Let's dive into science!

(gif by the amazing @a1kitkat and meta written for day 5 of @rnmmarchformeta. Massive thanks to @saadiestuff for her amazing transcripts)

2x01:

Liz and Michael science! Tw autopsy, dissection during Noah's autopsy/dissection in Michael's bunker, Liz mentions "organic phosphorus". Phosphorus is a chemical element that can be found under two forms: white and red (there are other forms, but there are a lot less common on Earth, and I haven't been on Oasis to check there). White phosphorus has the particularity that it emits a faint glow when it is exposed to oxygen (hence where the term phosphorescence comes from). We mostly (approximately 85%) find phosphorus in bones and teeth in the human body. White phosphorus is also found in fine china (as bone-ash) or in military-used incendiary bombs and smoke bombs (however, it causes burns and could have a psychological impact on the people affected, so it's use is very controlled).

There are two types of phosphorus: organic and inorganic. Inorganic phosphorus is made from a mixture of various minerals assembled together, while organic phosphorus is the one we find in plants and animals. The reason for inorganic phosphorus is that the extraction of organic phosphorus is expensive and mostly considered illegal (in big quantities at least).

My guess as to what Liz is talking about here is that she is theorising that Noah's organs could contain traces of organic phosphorus, which isn't the case for humans (at least not for all of our organs).

Michael responds that it's a distant derivative of Phenyl-2-Propaone, which I already talked about in the first part of my science debunking. But basically, what Liz and Michael are discussing is that alien organs are "part tech" (as Liz says), since they are made from the same components are the alien tech Michael found from the pods and the ship.

2x02:

More Liz and alien science! "Humans tissue can obviously regenerate from stem cells". As I said in the first part, all of the body's other cells are generated from the stem cells, hence why human tissue can be regenerated from stem cells. What Liz and Michael are attempting here is to replace the "broken" parts of Noah's heart with "new" ones (hence why Liz is taking Isobel's blood I'm guessing). (I have absolutely no idea if that's realistically possible or not; I never got into Grey's anatomy.)

2x03:

Disclaimer: I am not a biologist, I just spend my free time trying to understand very detailed articles. Liz explains her theory about bringing Max back to life to Jenna. She says, "Three years ago, I hypothesized that if I introduced a rare protein to destroyed stem cells, they'd regenerate". Now, as I said, I am definitely less knowledgeable than Liz when it comes to biology. After diving deep into stem cell research, reading many many articles about a field that is the furthest away from my major, I discovered that stem cells can indeed be regrown. From what I've read, stem cells can divide and forms daughter cells, which can in term become stem cells again (this process is called self-renewal, and considered it happens on its own, I'm assuming that's not what Liz's research is about). No other cell in the body has the natural ability of generating new cell types.

There is a way to repair damaged tissue or organs using embryonic stem cells. These new stem cells are taken from an embryo (given by a donor) that is three to five days old. This is the most controversial part of the research, as I said in the first part, with the debate on abortion. In more recent studies (which could be the study that Liz took part of), scientists have discovered that there are also Adult stem cells, i.e. stem cells from bone or fat of a (donor) adult. These cells have more limited regenerative abilities compared to the embryos, but scientists have found a way to alter them (a method called genetic reprogramming, where scientists activate different cell types to modify the gene network. In simpler terms, this means that we can convert cell types in different cell types thus changing the properties.) By altering the adult stem cells, researchers can reprogram them to act in a similar way to embryo cells.

Hence why I think that Liz's research was on transforming the adult stem cells into embryo cells, as this is done by introducing a protein to the cells in order to genetically reprogram them.

2x04:

More talk about alien DNA and alien heart transplant, so I'm gonna ignore all that and focus on the actual science here. "Once Max is healthy, we could use his genome machine to target cellular apoptosis. We could craft polymerase sequencing in human DNA."

The genome machine, also known as DNA sequencer, is an instrument that automates DNA sequencing. DNA sequencing is the process used to determine the order of nucleotides in DNA (basically it's how we determine the chromosomes and all that makes someone's DNA). Cellular apoptosis is a programmed cell death in a highly regulated and controlled environment (i.e. unlike an injury or an illness that would cause the destruction of a cell). This happens naturally in the body. On average, a human loses between 50 and 70 billions cell each day due to apoptosis. Cellular apoptosis can help to eliminate the cells that have been damaged beyond repair (e.g. in cancer research). A polymerase is an enzyme (recall from the first part that an enzyme is a protein that accelerates a chemical reaction) that is used to assemble DNA molecules. In biology, sequencing means to determine the primary structure of an unbranched biopolymer. A biopolymer is a material consisting of very larges molecules produced by the cells of living organisms. We find biopolymers in DNA (particularly, we call those biopolymers polynucleotides) which are linked together to form a helix.

What Liz is suggesting they do here is purely fictional -- or at least as far as my research went, I did not find anything that would indicate its possibility. Basically, she wants to use Max's DNA to choose which cells would be eliminated and which ones wouldn't. That in itself (if we ignore the fact that Max is an alien) isn't possible: scientists cannot be that precise when eradicating a cell group (i.e. the surrounding cells might be affected, which would lead to complications instead of a cure). We can see more of that when Liz injects Steph (and more on the ethical question surrounding cell research as pointed out by Kyle), but I might not dive into it as it's mostly science fiction (at least for now, who knows what scientists discover in the future?) She also wants to be able to determine the primary structure of the polymerase in someone's DNA, which (again, as far as I could see in my research, please correct me if I'm wrong) isn't possible, as the polynucleotides are linked, and therefore branched. If scientists were to debranch the polynucleotides, their molecular composition might change as some reactions might not occur. Hence, what Liz wants to do with Max's DNA is fictional, but is still a breakthrough nonetheless. Once again, we might ask ourselves the question of morality. This question often shows up in cell research (as already said, it's a very controversial field). I won't dive into such questions, however, as I am no biologist.

2x05:

Alien heart transplant. Look, I don't really have much to say here, simply because surgeries are really not my thing. I only watched this scene once, and even then, I was hiding my eyes with my hands (yes, even though I know it's fake, there's something about surgeries that just... gives me chills, and not the good kind). So I'll let all the Grey's anatomy experts handle that one.

2x06:

The surgery is over, so I can go back to reading very detailed articles about a field I am not getting a degree in. Kyle says to Steph, "You're here for the surgical separation of craniopagus twins?" Craniopagus twins are conjoined twins that are attached to one another at the cranium. Their brains are usually separate but they may share some brain tissue. It is an extremely rare condition, with approximately 1 in 2.5 million births, and the rate of survival after the first 30 days is very low (15 out of 50 per year, approximately).

The separation surgery was first designed by computer-aided model design, then by the construction of a 3D printed model. The idea of this surgery is to passively create a separation between the twins over the course of several weeks, starting when they are 3 months old. Generally, this distraction is performed over the course of 3 weeks at a rate of 2mm per day. At 7 months old, tissue expanders are placed circumferentially around the scalp and forehead, at the place of fusion, to create more skin coverage when it is time for the separation and the closure of the scalp. Finally, there is a two stage surgery (one of which Kyle and Steph are attending) where in each stage surgeons separate one of the hemispheres. Complications can occur in either stage, and the time between each stage is dependent on the circumstances.

For information, the surgery described above is one of the methods that is most commonly used, but not the only one. Each set of conjoined twins is different, and doctors act accordingly.

2x09:

Alien science: Liz is trying to understand what makes the aliens immune to earthly diseases so she can cure all human diseases (in broad lines). "Pooled immunoglobulin harvested from an alien donor can be transferred to a human recipient." (The rest of what Liz says basically boils down to the aliens being immune, and that she could theoretically render humans immune to the same diseases too.) Pooled (and this is probably a word all the native English speakers already knew, but as a foreigner I had to google it, so I'm adding it for comprehension purposes) means to accumulate in a same place. An immunoglobulin is a protein used by the immune system to identify and neutralise foreign objects such as bacteria or viruses.

Once again, this is mostly fictional, with hints of reality in it. By that, I mean that Liz is basically trying to create a vaccine, using alien DNA to combat viruses instead of a microdose of virus itself. This is where the fiction is: immunoglobulin transfer exists only (as far as my reading went) between a pregnant person and a foetus. However, the idea of protecting ourselves against a virus already exists: the vaccine.

(Side note: later in the ep, in the diner's kitchen, Kyle says: "good to know we're still operating in the realm of realism here." As a science nerd who also happens to love science fiction, this sentence sums up my reaction to any science in any sci-fi show/movie/book 😂)

2x10:

Liz talks to Diego and asks him if he's ever heard of "butyricol". Now, if you google butyricol (idk if y'all did that straight after watching the ep, personally I did, but we already established I love science), but it is 100% something the writers made up for the show. (tho, weirdly, if you look up butyricol, it gives you a trademark for some medicinal drug made in India? I tried to do a little investigating, but legal stuff is really far from my interests, so I'll stick to the fact that it doesn't exists)

However, I do wonder what the writers took inspiration from when it came to creating such a drug. We know it's a memory eraser, and there are indeed drugs that exist that can do that (they are used in a controlled environment, usually to treat severe trauma). Once again, there is a huge ethical debate surrounding the use of such drugs (the question of where to draw a line comes up quite often). To be clear, no magic, memory erasing drug has been developed or has hit the market (yet), and all the scenarios in rnm surrounding butyricol are purely fictional. But, scientists have made progress in that direction, namely with one drug: propanolol. This drug is under investigation for being a potential treatment to PTSD. You may have heard of this drug before as doctors sometimes prescribe it for high blood pressure, heart rhythm disorders, migraines, important tremors, excessive feelings of anxiety and an overactive thyroid gland. (At least, they can prescribe it Europe, no idea about the rest of the world, and since the subject at hand is memory, I won't dive in too deep into propanolol).

Now, the memory blocking part of propanolol. Propanolol inhibits the actions of norepinephrine (an organic chemical in both the brain and the body that functions as hormone and neurotransmitter, i.e. a signaling molecule that is secreted by a nerve cell to affect another cell). One of the particularities of norepinephrine is that it enhances memory consolidation, which is the process of imprinting a memory in the hippocampus (in broad terms). A small study showed that patients who received a small dose of propanolol directly after a traumatic event experienced fewer stress related symptoms and a lower rate of PTSD than patients who hadn't. Since memories are reconsolidated in mere hours after they are experienced, scientists discovered that propanolol could also help alleviate the emotional impact of memories that had already been formed. This means that propanolol could be used in the treatment of specific phobias.

Tw drug use, alcoholism (response to PTSD and trauma) As I said earlier, there is a strong debate around the use of such drugs, namely in the treatment of PTSD. This debate is formed by legal and ethical questions, specifically on altering the memory that can be considered evidence during an investigation, or modifying the behavioral response to a past event , which could lead to a more severe response. However, the freedom of choice as been argued by scientists, especially given the fact that many who suffer from PTSD tend to use drugs and alcohol for this exact purpose.

Going back to our alien show, I don't recall them diving deep into the ethics of using butyricol (well, there is the whole thing in season 3 with Rosa and Wyatt, but that is more a discussion about circumstances, and less about science, which is the focus of this meta). I think they created this drug purely as a plot point, as a way to give an "out" for a sticky situation that might've turned out messy otherwise. Although, I was not present in the room as they made the decision to use a memory erasing drug, I can only speculate. But it does seem weirdly convenient that somehow there's this drug that can completely erase memories, you know? Anyway, this meta is about real-life science, not fiction.

We can also dig into butyricol by looking at butyric acid (fun fact, butyric is derived from the Greek meaning butter), also known as bytanoic acid. It is mostly found in various paints. Tw drugs, addiction, testing on animals scientists also discovered a link between butyric acid and memory (!!), however it isn't even close to erasing someone's memory. Indeed, butyric acid can be used in mediating the development of an addiction, by regulating the long-term memory (i.e. by regulating whether the addiction reaches the long term memory and making sure the addiction cannot develop further). However, it is still only used in animals as a test. (So there is a link with memory, which could explain the etymology of butyricol, but doesn't seem to have any further link).

(I won't mention any more of butyricol as it is a product of fiction, but there will be more mentions of it as it is inherently a part of the plot)

2x11:

Flashback with Liz and Diego. "[I'm] administering a lethal dose of radiation to observe a particular neoblast". A neoblast is a non-differentiated cell (i.e. still in the stem cell form, the body's base cells from which the others cells are differentiated from) that can be found in planarians, which is a type of flatworm. A flatworm is a classification level in biology which regroups bilaterian (i.e. animals with a left and a right side which are mirrors of each other), unsegmented (not divided into segments like a earthworm for example), soft-bodied invertebrates (animals that do not have a vertebral column). Planarians are a type of plankton.

Neoblasts can be selectively destroyed using X-ray, which lead scientists to study the comparison of organisms which lack stem cells with organisms that are wild type worms (some type of hermaphroditic worm of about 1nm length (=0.000000001 m) that has no respiratory or circulatory systems). Scientists have compared planarians which were treaded with a low dose of X-ray with specimens treaded with a high dose. In those that had a low dose, they discovered that after some time, some radiotolerant neoblasts repopulated the planarians (i.e. they microdosed the planarians with radiation so that they would build a resistance to such radiations).

We can see more of that in Liz's next sentence: "[The neoblast is] a regenerative master cell. The only one with this protein. I mean, this particular cell was able to multiply, diversify and reanimate my worm." A regenerative master cell is a stem cell which has the particularity that it is able to regenerate itself. I am not entirely sure what Liz means by "the only one with this protein", but from the researches I've read on neoblasts, the subjects which had been administered a low dose of radiation developed new genes, which contained a particular set of proteins. These proteins are known to regulate the balance between the death and survival of the cell. Thus, from the presence of these proteins (which, I'm assuming that Liz is mentioning one of those?), scientists were able to conclude that the the cytoprotection (i.e. protection of the cell by the hosting body with means of chemical compounds), the proliferation and the migration of the neoblasts are activated by a low dosage of X-ray.

Hence, after administering a certain (unknown by us) dose of radiation to neoblasts, Liz developed a protein (also unknown to us) that showcased the multiplication, diversification, and reanimation of the worm (i.e. the cells were reanimated, which is one of the main parts of stem cell research).

More on butyricol. Diego says, "I bet butyricol uses inducible diphtheria toxins to stun the memory expression neurons into paralysis. If we can counter that, we can retrieve your friend's memories." As said above, butyricol is fictive, and with propanolol, there is no way to retrieve memories (or at least as far as my research went). But let's decipher what Diego is talking about (ngl, I don't like him purely because he made me research things for many hours at this point 😂). In biochemistry, inducible (when talking about enzymes) means produced in response to the presence of an appropriate inducer (I know, this is the vaguest definition ever, but bear with me for what follows). Diphtheria is an infection cause by the bacterium called Corynebacterium diphthariae. The symptoms of diphtheria are pretty gruesome so I will spare you the details, but basically they include a strong fever (38°C or 100.4°F or above), chills, fatigue, blueish skin coloration, sore throat, headache, difficulty breathing, and the formation of dead tissue in the respiratory system (this is the gruesome thing I'm talking about, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy). Diphtheria toxin is a toxin secreted by the Corynebacterium diphthariae bacteria and causes diphtheria by entering the cell cytoplasm and inhibiting protein synthesis (process of creating protein molecules).

Scientists have discovered that inhibiting protein synthesis can lead to amnesia (I am not entirely sure I understood it all, but basically it all boils down to the communication between cells, and that if one cell stop creating protein molecules, the brain will eventually be touched, and stop retaining memories, or ditch some memories, depending on the severity of the inhibition). Hence, Diego is theorizing that butyricol uses the toxins secreted by the diptharia bacteria to stop protein synthesis and thus lead to memory loss (which is what he means by "stun the memory expression neurons into paralysis", idk why they had to say it in so many words, to sound more fancy perhaps 😂)

However, as I said above, it isn't possible to reverse this effect (it also seems that the memory loss induced by inhibition of protein synthesis is rather small compared to the effects we see in rnm with butyricol, or what scientists observed with propanolol), hence what Diego is suggesting they do here is once again, fiction.

(On a side note, Liz and Diego talking is making my brain hurt. I also now remember why I chose to study maths instead of any other field. Anyhow, back to analysing the science!)

After Diego mentions his ideas about butyricol (see directly above), Liz responds with two acronyms: "Would it boost GABA in DLPCF?". GABA stands for Gamma-Aminubutyric Acid, and is a neurotransmitter (recall the definition above: a signaling molecule between a nerve cell and another cell) that blocks impulses between nerve cells in the brain. Low levels of GABA can be linked to anxiety, mood disorders, epilepsy, or chronic pain. Scientists suggest that GABA can boost mood or calm the nervous system (here, GABA taken as a supplement). DLPCF stands for dorsolateral prefrontal cortex, an area in the prefrontal cortex of the brain of humans or other primates. One of the main function of the DLPCF is the executive functions, namely working memory (!!).

Hence, since scientists have already established a connection between mood disorders and memory loss, we can conclude that a boost of GABA in the DLPCF would indeed increase memory (or, more precisely, lower memory loss, as we can't exactly boost our memory per say).

I won't elaborate, cause otherwise I'd just be repeating myself, but Diego mentions that Liz is thinking about working memory and not traumatic memory, which are indeed the two main differences between low level of GABA and propanolol (respectively).

Later on, Diego walks in on Liz grinding eggshells. He says "You're making calcium carbonate." Calcium carbonate is a chemical compound that is commonly found in rocks, and is the main ingredient in eggshells, shellfish skeletons and pearls. (Fun fact, traces of calcium carbonate have been found in Mars, indicating the past presence of water, which could have lead to living organisms!) Diego then asks Liz if she's trying to regenerate worms, and I wish the show had given us more information, since those two facts are very little to start on. I did found that there is a link between worms and calcium carbonate, namely that worms can help regenerate (i.e. recreate damaged parts of) minerals. However, whether or not this is a two way street was very hard to find, and little existence showcases the fact that worms can regenerate from minerals. There may be more behind all of this, but sadly nothing in that scene constitutes a basis strong enough for me to start my research on. (Also, I am doubtful as to the plot related importance of that scene, since we do not see any more of the calcium carbonate.)

2x13:

At the hospital, Michael says to Maria: "The synthetic nucleotide excision repair genomogenate?" (after she tells him that Liz has been coming to inject her with a serum. Excision (in surgical terms) means to partially remove an organ, tissue or bone from a body. In biology, this word has a similar meaning, but applied to molecules, i.e. it is the removal of a section of DNA that is damaged due to a mutation or incorrect replication. I already mentioned nucleotides in the analysis of 2x04, but basically what Liz is doing by injecting Maria of a serum, is that she is repairing the branches of Maria's DNA which were damaged by the bomb. The word 'genomogenate' is completely made up (and I don't really understand why? I mean they propably could've used an actual word? Even if it's something that is unique to aliens, Liz is the one who probably did the naming, and I'm assuming it would make her life greatly easier to not invent new words only few people are going to use? Or maybe this is just my lazy mathematician ass talking 😂). However fictional this word may be, it seems to have its etymology in the word 'genome' which is the complete set of genetic information in an organism. By the context of Michael's sentence, I am tempted to assume that genomogenate probably designates the complete set of alien genetic information, but once again, why make up a completely new word since genome already applies to all living organisms. (Unless aliens are somehow not living organisms, which I strongly doubt).

And here we are, the end of season 2! It is possible that I have skipped over a few things, so please tell me and I'll add them. Once again, I am not an expert in any of those fields, so if you spot any error, I sincerely apologise and will do my best to fix it. If any explanations weren't clear enough, or if you simply want me to go in details on something, feel free to send me a message and I will gladly do it! (As I said, I love researching weird science facts).

Now, I'll see you again in part 3, where I will attempt to break down the science in season 3.

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chaos0pikachu · 2 years

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Hey there kind person who let me see things in a new fashion

I read all of your theories about kinnporsche the series and i must say that YOU ARE SMART AS HELL

You do indeed read into things too much but never change it

You must be happy with the person you are aaah while reading your thoughts i both felt jealousy and admiration

It’s not a question or anything till now but i really want to know what molded you to the person you are now

Please can you give a list of your favourite shows/movies and books?

Thank you in advance

I guess I’m obliged to say love you although i have zero clue about you

Byeew

This is the sweetest shit to open my blog too kudos anon I'm feeling like the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes

Ah, I'm not really one to reveal things about myself, I have this blog to be as separate as possible from my personal/professional life. I'll just attribute any knowledge I have or share with two things:

I've been in fandom for almost 25 years (I'm not in my 60s or anything I just started fandom life very young, around age 10)

I've worked about a decade or so in various creative fields, one of these fields required a lot of research so I became really good at researching stuff lol

If there's one thing I would recommend people, it's having intellectual and emotional curiosity about the world outside of them and the media they consume. Example, I was talking with @luckydragon10 about Porsche's phoenix tattoo. Now as an American, I'm more familiar with the western myths about the phoenix as a mythical animal and some basic Chinese myths. I'm not familiar with any Thai specific myths, so I researched it and found a really cool legend called: Manohra: The Tale of the Kinnari

I recommend reading the article as well, but that's the gist of the story. Now, is this what Porsche's phoenix tattoo is meant to reference? I'm not sure, but I wouldn't be surprised since this tale is, according to my research, one of the most popular legends in Thailand and a popular dance as well. But like, if I only took the tattoo from my western perspective instead of being curious enough to research Thailand's own history of folktales, legends, myths, etc I wouldn't have known this!

So I really recommend people not get caught up in just the media they consume as the end-all-be-all of the world. Be curious about the stories origins, who made them, their stories, what history they come from.

Please can you give a list of your favourite shows/movies and books?

OOf let's see:

Shows: Move to Heaven, One Piece, Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood, Spartacus, Haunting of Bly Manor/Hill House, Hellbound, Justice League, Hellsing Unlimited, Trigun, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Gurran Lagann, are all I can think of at the moment, I don't like TV shows tbh I prefer movies

Movies: Summer Wars, Train to Busan, Snowpiercer, Logan, Evil Dead, Promare, Princess Mononoke, Castle in the Sky, You're Next, Ready or Not, Ip Man, Battle Royale, Shape of Water, Hero, are the ones I can think of off the top of my head

Books (note I'm including comics under books): Alice 19th, Fruits Basket, The Iliad, The Theban Plays, CLAMP's works, Red River, Lord of the Flies, World War Z, JLA A League of One, Paul Dini's Worlds Greatest Superheroes, Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

I know there's probably more, but I take a Marie Kondo approach to "favorites". Things constantly shift in and out.

(sidenote: I had a whole tangent in here about my feelings/thoughts regarding Until We Meet Again but I've talked enough lmao so I cut it)

Happy to talk with ya Anon, it's super flattering that you're at all interested in your local chaos elmo!

#chaos elmo answers #I love talking to y'all so send me shit

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ewwhothefuckiski · 3 years

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You Said Forever- Joshua Bassett

Joshua Bassett × fem!reader

Requested: no, I was trying to sleep and suddenly had this idea so here we are.

TW: Swearing, angst, emotional trauma, mentions of death

Taglist: @tclklater @spicygemini17 @bonobos-candy-bar @kaylinfayezink @jxznotfound {lmk if ya want to be added!!}

A/N: I apologise in advance 🤧 you can thank @hermes-creature and @nickalicious for fueling this fire. And yes this was heavily inspired on his new ep and Olivia's Driver's License. No not for the drama

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Love is hard. It can be wonderful, breathtaking. But it can also be painful, soul crushing even. When you fall in love, you give someone your all, you hand over your heart and pray that they don't break it.

But they will- It's inevitable.

Or at least, that's what Y/N told herself as she sat alone in what used to be her and Joshua's bedroom, holding their promise rings and letting out heart wrenching sobs.

She looked around, every picture of her and Josh like a new slap in the face. She looked back down at the rings, screaming as she threw them at the mirror resting on their dresser, shattering the glass.

Her hands tangled into the roots of her hair, tugging as she hugged her knees into her chest, rocking back and forth letting the sobs rock her body.

She didn't think Josh would leave her, he had been by her side since they were 16. But he did. They screamed at each other until they were red in the face; him eventually giving up and packing his bag.

Y/N screamed at him more, this time with tears streaming down her face.

"Why are you doing this?" She cried, grabbing his arm and turning him to face her. "You are the one who's in the wrong here, and you just decide to leave?"

Joshua felt his heart break as he stared at the girl. She was broken, hurting- and it was his fault.

But then he thought back to her words from earlier, anger flaring in his chest again.

"I'm in the wrong here? Y/N, you blamed me for cheating on you because of your insecurities. You scream at me after I come home from filming, because you're jealous. I told you nothing was going on with Olivia. But you can't get it through your damn head. You made me choose between you and my job. So I did, and I choose my job. Don't try and put this on me."

"I thought you loved me." She sobbed, wrapping her arms around herself; an attempt to keep herself from falling apart.

Joshua sighed as he zipped his bag shut, turning to face her.

"God Y/N. I do love you, I love you so much- and I always will. But we can't do this anymore. We aren't good for each other."

"You promised me forever." She whispered, staring down at the ring sitting on his finger. He followed her gaze, his heart breaking as he realized what she had been looking at. He slipped the ring off of his finger, gently placing it in her hand, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He grabbed his bag and walked to the door, turning to look at the girl who stole his heart all those years ago one last time.

"Goodbye Y/N." He whispered, turning on his heel and shutting the door behind him before she could see the tears running down his face. He stood there for a minute, hearing her sobs through the door, before flinching as he heard glass shattering as she screamed. He sighed and continued his journey to his car, before he finally pulled out of the driveway and left the love of his life behind him.

×××

Joshua shouldn't have had the time to feel the deep ache in his chest with each waking minute that passed without Y/N by his side- HSMTMTS had hit it off and soon his career was launched into full swing. His fans demanding an EP, him booking auditions, all while doing interviews back to back about the "love triangle" between him, Olivia, and Sabrina- but he did.

The fans had all assumed that Josh's sudden change in behavior was because he and Olivia called things off, but in reality, he just hadn't been himself since he left Y/N.

Everyone but him had saw it. So Olivia and Sabrina had been spending a lot of time with him, trying to cheer him up. But the fans read to much into it.

Josh knew Y/N was seeing the articles, he knew she definitely didn't believe him now. All he wanted was to take back the day he walked out on her. But he couldn't, it was too late. She was better off without him now.

At least, that's what he told himself.

Little did he know, Y/N had fallen into the darkest state of depression after he left. She didn't leave her bed unless she had to. She cried, a lot. She didn't have the motivation to get up in the morning, to do the basic things such as take a shower, brush her teeth.

What was the point?

Her friends tried calling her, coming over to help her get out and do something, but she had lost any part of her soul she had left.

When Joshua left her, he took her heart with him. She gave him everything, just to feel like nothing in the end. She loved him with every fiber in her body, and that was the hardest thing for her.

Before she met Joshua, she had been left time and time again. First by her parents, and then eventually anyone she's ever came to care about. She shut everyone out after that, afraid to get attached again.

And then there he was. The brown eyed messy haired boy in the back of the coffee shop.

He looked terrified. His hands were shaking, his face pale, breaths coming up short. She knew that look all too well.

"Hey! Hey look at me."

He snapped his head up to look at the young girl, his brown eyes wide as she talked to him.

"Breathe with me ok? In through the nose for five seconds, out for ten."

She demonstrated what she meant, smiling when the boy started to copy her actions.

"Good, just like that. Again."

She took his shaking hands into hers, interlacing their fingers as they breathed together.

She didn't try and tell him he was gonna be ok, or to breathe because he's fine. She knew when you were having a panic attack, your body looses control of itself. She knew the best thing you could do is to just focus on your breathing until you gained control again.

After a while, Josh finally gained control of himself again. He looked down at their interlocked hands, blushing, but not pulling away.

"How did you-"

"You were having a panic attack. I have them all the time."

Joshua nodded, glancing from their hands back to the beautiful girl in front of him.

"I felt like I was going to die." He whispered, looking down in embarresment.

"I know."

He looked up at her, shocked.

"W-What?"

"Your whole body tingles, you can't slow your breathing, your heart beating so loud you swear your ears are gonna explode." She listed, smiling at him sadly, her heart aching for the boy. "It's like you can't control your own body."

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, Yeah that's exactly what it felt like."

Y/N smiled softly, her thumb rubbing the back of his hand.

"How about some coffee, on me?"

Josh grinned at the girl in front of him. "That'd be great!"

After that, they had been inseparable.

Until now.

Now they were in separate places, trying to forget every painful memory they made together in the last 4 years.

Eventually, Y/N's friends got her out of bed, convinced her to come to the park with them. She reluctantly agreed, but only on the condition that she could drive herself- that way if needed she could leave whenever she wanted.

So she got up, took a shower, brushed her teeth, and put on the best clothes she could manage without breaking down because it brought her a memory of Josh- which was harder than you would think.

She made a mental note to go clothes shopping later.

She sighed as she sat in her car, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before starting the engine and pulling out of her driveway.

When she pulled into the park, it was deserted, and she sighed in relief. Her best friends sent a text saying they were on their way, so Y/N exited her car and sat on the park bench, waiting for them to show up.

Josh was exhilarated. He had just finished his first concert, and the feeling of the fans cheering as he sang was still alive and electric in his bones. His adrenaline was running so high he couldn't sit still.

So he decided to take a walk.

He wanted to go to the park, it was his comfort these last couple of months. It was a place where he could breathe, where he could be alone with his thoughts.

He usually thought about Y/N.

But today was different, he finally felt alive again. He was walking around the park, humming his songs to himself as he took in the stillness of this afternoon. If it hadn't been for the adrenaline coursing through his veins, he would have found it eerie.

But he didn't. So he kept walking and singing, relishing in the feeling of the wind running through his hair.

Until he heard an all too familiar voice.

She was singing- singing in a way that sounded sad, like every word she uttered was forced- but it was beautiful. He knew that voice the second he heard it, but he just couldn't believe it.

He rushed to hide behind a tree, peaking his head out to glimpse at the singing girl. He couldn't believe his eyes, there Y/N was, right in front of him, looking just as beautiful as the day he left her.

But she was different, he could see it in the way she slouched as she sat on the bench, slowly swinging her legs back and forth while singing to herself softly. She was hurting, and he knew it was because of him.

"Y/N-"

He meant to say it in his head, but her name had slipped past his lips, and her head whipped around, her eyes catching his. She gasped in shock, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at the boy who stole her heart away standing in front of her after spending so much time apart.

She stood up quickly, wiping her eyes and running in the opposite direction towards her car, she needed to get out of there before she broke even more. She knew it was a mistake coming here, she should've listened to herself.

"Y/N wait-" he called out, reaching out to stop her. But it was too late, she was already long gone and pulling out of her parking spot, tears clouding her vision. Joshua ran out from behind the tree, running up to her car, before he stopped dead in his tracks, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Y/N had been speeding out of the parking lot and onto the street, not bothering to look before she slammed on the gas and pulling onto the street, before she saw a speeding car coming at her from the side, ramming into her before everything went black.

She finally found peace.

And Josh had just lost it.

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spine-buster · 4 years

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 33

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this one...⛪️

August 7th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was nervous as fuck.

It was Game 4, less than 24 hours after giving up a 3-0 lead, and the Leafs were on the brink of elimination. The boys were quiet. Focused. Only had one thing on their mind. They didn’t want to leave the bubble. They wanted to prove everybody wrong – everybody. Their coaches. Their bosses. Their fans. Their haters. The media. Themselves. This was their opportunity to show everybody what they could do.

Aberdeen couldn’t even think about it without trembling. She never in a million years thought hockey would make her feel this way. It didn’t help the love of her life was a major part of it. And it didn’t help that Alec had texted her early this morning.

Looks like the boys might cost you a writing job if they get eliminated early. Not many shenanigans to get up to in, what, ten days? Article might be a bust.

I’ll have 10,000 words written for you as promised was what she texted back. She didn’t want to stroke his ego, play along with his games, or have him think she wasn’t going to produce just because he thought they might leave early. It didn’t matter to her. Even if they did leave early, she could still do it. She knew she could. She knew she had to, because she couldn’t blow this opportunity.

They morning had been anxiety-ridden at best. She hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, tossing and turning after getting off the phone with William, and then because of the text, she was barely eating breakfast. Apparently, it was noticeable to the boys, because John had come over to her table and brought her a plate stacked fruit. “If we can eat, you can eat,” he said as he set it in front of her. Mitch ended up coming to sit across from her at the table, and John took the other seat. William approached, standing six feet away, and Auston too. They were congregating, which made her even more nervous.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, forking a strawberry and putting it into her mouth reluctantly. “You guys aren’t nervous?” she posed the question to all of them.

John shrugged. “We know what we need to do. We just have to go out there and do it.”

Aberdeen didn’t know how he could be so calm, as the captain of the team. Then again, he was John fucking Tavares, and calm seemed to be his middle name. She nodded her head. “I don’t mean to be a nervous wreck. I’m just not used to playoff hockey, as you can imagine. This is all new. I never knew I could feel this way about a sport.”

That made John laugh a bit. “Not about a sport, but definitely about a book, right?”

She couldn’t help but smile slightly as she forked at a piece of watermelon. “Definitely about a book.”

“How’s the article coming along?” William asked.

Aberdeen almost dropped her fork on her plate. All the guys turned their heads towards him at the same time skeptically, then towards her at the same time, their eyebrows furrowed. Her body felt like it was on fire. She hadn’t told anybody about the article – except William, of course. She assumed Brendan sort-of-kind-of knew since he set her up for it, but she hadn’t said anything to him. William was the only one who knew. Her cheeks flushed red.

“What article?” Mitch asked, turning his head back and forth between the two of them once more.

“Yeah, what article?” Auston asked.

“It uh, it’s—um, it’s a thing for Toronto Life,” Aberdeen stuttered out.

“Toronto Life?!” Mitch repeated excitedly.

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly. “Brendan uh, Brendan put me up for it. It’s, like…an audition. I don’t know.”

“An audition? So like if it’s good they’ll publish it?” Mitch kept asking questions.

“Basically, yeah.”

“Well what’s it about?”

Aberdeen gulped. “Um, life in the bubble.”

The boys looked taken aback for a brief moment. She knew they were trying to hold back the emotion, but she could see it in their eyes. She wondered if they were thinking the worst now. She wondered if Auston was looking at her and thinking that all she wanted to do in this bubble was get a scoop like Steve Simmons. She wondered if Mitch was looking at her and thinking that she was going to write some scathing article about how he was being paid $10.8 million to not show up in the playoffs, like most articles were saying. She prepared for the worst, honestly. She really did. Because she knew these guys had been betrayed before. She knew the media were constantly down their throats. She knew all they wanted was a little reprieve from that. And now, someone they knew, someone they worked with – someone they trusted completely – was writing something about life in the bubble? When she was in the bubble with them?

“Life in the bubble, huh? So, like how we play video games the entire day ‘cause we can’t do anything else in here?” Mitch asked.

Her stomach was in knots. But that follow-up from Mitch was definitely not was she was expecting. Truth be told, she didn’t know what she was expecting – anger, maybe? Caution? Suspicion? – but it definitely wasn’t Mitch saying that. “Something like that,” she said. “I’m trying to, like, capture how hard it is for you guys to be in here. How hard it is to be away from your families. How you guys are…you know, human, and not just hockey players.”

Mitch smiled. “I think it’s gonna be a great article, then.”

“How’d William know?” Auston asked. “How’d he know before any of us?”

William knew he had to think fast. “I saw her writing it the other day when we went out to the gym,” he said. He had approached her on the sidelines that day for a brief minute or two, during a break in his workout, so if anyone was paying attention and saw them, it was an entirely plausible scenario. “She told me what she was writing.”

“Why didn’t you tell any of us?” Auston asked him.

“Because it was Aberdeen’s news to tell, not mine,” William said.

Auston looked towards Aberdeen. “You’re not writing, like, gossip about us, are you?” he asked.

“Auston, what the fuck—” William began.

“Buddy—” Mitch intervened.

“Hey now—” John piped up.

“No no, it’s fine,” she waved the boys off, staring directly at Auston. She knew exactly where Auston was coming from. She knew he trusted her. He admitted so during the phone call when his Covid-19 story became national news. She knew she had to be one hundred percent honest with him if he was going to have no qualms or suspicions about this article. “They want me to. They want me to write about shenanigans. The stereotypical stuff. But I’m not. I refuse to. I wouldn’t…you guys know I wouldn’t do that to you. And I mean…I—I haven’t told them yet that I refuse to pander to that shit, but they’ll know when they get my article.”

Auston’s entire demeanour softened at her words. It was like his entire body relaxed. He knew – he always knew – he just needed the affirmation. But then he realized what that meant. “But then what happens if you don’t get the job because you don’t give them what they want?” he asked.

Aberdeen shrugged. “Then I have keep looking for writing jobs at other magazines.”

Then and there, he realized what was on the line for Aberdeen.

***

As Aberdeen wallowed in her room, she was nervous. As she showered before the game, she was nervous. As she did her hair, she was nervous. As she got dressed, she was nervous. As she opened her door and walked out into the hallway, meeting some of the guys, she was nervous. When she got off the bus and the team went one way while she, Brendan, and Kyle went another, she clutched at her iPad pro. She looked at the boys one last time, catching Willy’s eye, before the disappeared down the hallway, where no doubt a photographer was waiting to get pictures of their outfits before they went into the locker room.

As she sat in the box with Brendan and Kyle, as always, she saw Brendan look her way. “Don’t even think about asking me how it’s gonna go tonight,” she said before he could even open his mouth.

He held his hands up in front of him. “Excuuuuuuse me.”

“I’m so nervous. I barely ate today,” she elaborated.

“Somebody get Aberdeen a Coca Cola,” he called out to no-one in particular. “She’s gonna need the sugar and the caffeine or else she’ll crash by the third period.”

She couldn’t believe how light-hearted he was being. She didn’t know if it was some type of coping mechanism or if it was because he was generally in a good mood. “How can you be so…calm? Such a jokester?”

Brendan shrugged. “If I was doom and gloom all the time, I wouldn’t still be president.”

***

Aberdeen was on the verge of tears.

Cam Atkinson had scored in the first period. Vladislav Gavrikov scored in the second period. Her heart was heavy. Her stomach was in knots. And now, the impossible: she was watching Jason Spezza fighting. The last person who should be fighting. A part of her understood what he was doing, somewhat – trying to fire up the guys – but the other part of her kept asking why the fuck does he have to do this? Where the fuck are they? Why aren’t they playing? WHY AREN’T THEY PLAYING?!

“I can’t believe they’re fucking doing this to him,” she mumbled under her breath through gritted teeth as she watched Jason skate off the ice. Her knuckles were white for how tightly her hands were in fists in front of her mask. Her leg was bouncing uncontrollably. She couldn’t believe what was happening.

“What was that?” Brendan asked, apparently hearing her, his own voice indiscernible but also just…void of any emotion.

She glanced at him quickly before shaking her head. “Nothing.” She looked over at Kyle. She couldn’t tell what he was feeling, either. What was it with these men and being so stoic?

She pressed the palms of her hands together and intertwined her fingers. “God, if you love me…” she began, mumbling into her hands. “If you love me, God, don’t let them go out like this. Not. Like. This.”

***

Boone Jenner scored in the third period. It was 3-0. This was it.

Aberdeen had to come to terms with the fact that they were leaving early. She had to come to terms with the fact that the boys would lose, again. They’d be out of the bubble. She knew that was probably a silver lining, but these guys so desperately just wanted to play hockey and play hockey and win, and for them to crash out like this was just going to be the worst. They’d never hear the end of it. Bee McTavish told her about last year, about how they lost to the Boston Bruins in Game 7 and how hard it was on the boys, particularly Morgan, and how awful the media was to them, and Aberdeen didn’t want to think about what the media would say now. She didn’t want to think about what they’d say about Fred. About Mitch. About Morgan. About John.

About William.

But just as Aberdeen came out of her thoughts, she noticed something weird on the ice. It wasn’t the regular line out there. Sheldon was doing something different. It was…well, it seemed to be the nuclear option. All the top goal scorers were on the ice. William, Mitch, Zach, Auston, and John. Hustling all over the ice. Passing the puck. Shooting at the net.

And then, with just less than four minutes left, William scored.

Aberdeen jumped out of her seat and screamed. The boys celebrated briefly, but they knew more work needed to be done. She looked over at Brendan, who wasn’t blinking as he looked down at the ice. She looked at Kyle, who wasn’t blinking either.

“Please God…please…” she whispered to herself.

Sheldon kept out the nuclear option. They were young. They could do it.

John Tavares scored only forty seconds later.

“Holy fucking shit,” Aberdeen stood up from her seat, saying her words loud enough for Brendan and Kyle to hear. “Holy fucking shit. Holy fucking shit.”

She barely breathed a single breath for the next two and a half minutes. She was standing with her hands over her mouth over her mask and her body was completely still as she watched every move on the ice like a hawk.

William, to Auston, to Zach, who scored to tie it at 3-3.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!” she screamed as the boys really celebrated on the ice now. She banged her fists on the counter in front of her as she watched Zach jump on top of William as all the boys on the ice huddled together excitedly. She swore she heard some happy swears from Kyle, and she definitely heard some happy swears from the extra players who were sitting in the seats right below them where the seat covers ended. She barely remembered the period ending.

“They’re gonna fucking do it,” she said to no-one in particular. “They’re gonna fucking do it. They’re gonna make a comeback.”

Everything was a blur as Aberdeen sat back down into her seat. The overtime period. The lines. The minutes. She felt like she was in the twilight zone – some alternate universe where time stood still and nothing else mattered besides hockey. Not even just hockey – nothing else mattered besides this game and what was happening right here, right now. Seven minutes into overtime, Morgan drew a tripping penalty. An enraged Nick Foligno was sent to the penalty box. The puck dropped. It was passed. Marner to Tavares. Tavares to Matthews.

Auston let it rip and scored.

“WHAT!!!!! WHAT!!!!!” Aberdeen screamed louder than she ever had in her life as she jumped up from her seat like a rocket and threw the pen she was holding out into the stands. She began pumping her fist in front of her and pointing out onto the ice. “THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, BABY! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” she shrieked, her jaw somewhere between her face and the floor but her smile taking up her entire face. Then came the excited, can’t-believe-what-I-just-witnessed high pitched uncontrollable laughs. She looked over to Brendan and Kyle. They were stoic. She liked to believe they already freaked out and she missed it.

“Down 3-0 in the third period!” she screamed at them. “Down 3-0 in the third period! Can you believe it?!”

“What are you doing waiting up here? Go down there,” Brendan said, nodding his head towards the exit.

Aberdeen bolted out of the box and rushed towards the locker room as quickly as her feet could take her. Once she got there, she saw the boys filing in, screaming ‘Woooo!’s and ‘Let’s fucking go, baby!’s. William entered the locker room first. He noticed her standing in the room almost immediately and rushed over to her.

She held her breath.

He picked her up and spun her around, causing her to squeal until he set her down. He was wet and sweaty and she could see the droplets of sweat dripping down his face but God if he didn’t look incredible and like the perfect human specimen. “Let’s gooooo!” he screamed once he set her down.

“Let’s gooooo!” she repeated, noticing more of the boys make their way in. Clifford. Spezza. Kerfoot. Barrie. Kasperi. Hyman. Engvall. Rielly. Tavares. Holl. Dermott. Everybody. Everybody. They all came in screaming and did the exact same thing that William did, lifting her up and spinning her around excitedly as they continued to scream and go their stalls and start stripping in front of her. They probably weren’t allowed to do that – they definitely weren’t allowed to do that, be that close together – but it didn’t matter right now. Nobody cared.

“You guys gave me a fucking heart attack!” she yelled at them, clutching her heart as she looked around the room at all of them. She saw a couple of them giggling as they undid their hockey tape and threw it into the garbage.

“Wouldn’t have been a Leafs series without one!” Morgan joked.

Sheldon walked into the room and high-fived Aberdeen. Then Auston walked in and the boys started screaming and yelling all over again. “Let’s fucking goooo, Aberdeen!” he screamed as he picked her up too, one last twirl, before setting her down. “Let’s fucking go, baby!” he screamed to everyone in the room.

It was at that point that Brendan and Kyle walked into the room. Aberdeen composed herself as much as possible as she faded into the background, watching Sheldon give his post-game speech. Everybody looked so happy. So excited.

They could fucking do this.

***

Aberdeen was typing like a furious mad woman in the Notes on her phone. She wanted to write – needed to write all the authentic feelings that were in the air right now as she waited on the bus for everyone. She needed to remember this moment. Every single detail of it. What was said. What was heard. The smiles. The spins. How she was still dizzy.

“Hey Aberdeen! You made it on to TV!” Mitch yelled from the middle of the bus.

Everyone’s head popped up, and she watched as all the guys already on the bus took off their headphones. “What?!” she shrieked.

“They caught you celebrating in the box!” he said, turning his phone and showing her the video.

Aberdeen heard all of the boys get up out of their seats and crowd behind her to watch the video. She noticed the Sportsnet logo on the bottom of screen first and foremost, then listened as she heard the announcers describing the scene, which they replayed in slow fucking motion. “I think that young lady is indicative of most of Leafs Nation right now!” she heard Jim Hughson’s voice as the video showed her jumping up from her seat and throwing her pen. The boys behind her were howling as they watched, and when she began pumping her fist in front of her, they laughed some more. Slightly embarrassed, Aberdeen buried her head in her hands and shook her head. “It’s always me! Why is it always me that gets caught doing these things?!”

“The camera loves you, Aberdeen!” Mitch giggled.

“It happens to all the wives and girlfriends at some point,” Morgan said as most of the guys went back to their seats on the bus.

“But I’m not a wife. Or a girlfriend!”

She could tell Morgan was smiling behind his mask. “Not yet,” he mumbled to himself, shrugging.

Aberdeen turned red. She sat back down in her seat and continued typing away on her phone furiously, making sure nobody saw her skin hue.

***

It was only when everybody got back to the hotel when Aberdeen had to stop typing, but by then, she was sure she’d gotten every feeling. Everybody was still buzzed as they rode two at a time in the elevator up to their floor, and she could still feel the energy even when she was bottled up in her room – like everybody else – and it was eerily silent after just having been so loud.

She had just finished changing into her pajamas when she heard her phone buzz. She knew it was William texting, so she grabbed her phone immediately, ready for his request to FaceTime.

open ur door really slowly so it doesn’t make any noise

Her eyes bulged out of her head. She set her phone down and rushed over to her door, not bothering to look out the peephole, but doing exactly what she was told. She opened it slowly, carefully, making sure not to make a peep. She looked out into the hallway, down to the other wing, and saw William’s head popping out of his own room. He rushed out, closing the door quietly before rushing over to her wing.

“William,” she whispered. Her heart was beating out of her chest. He was not allowed to do this. He was not allowed to do this. She watched as he made his way over. “William what are you—”

She was silenced by his slipping past her and into her room, putting his hand over hers to shut the door slowly so it didn’t make a clicking sound. When it was closed, she tried one more time. “Willy—”

Her attempt was futile. He crashed his lips against hers, wrapping his arms around her as he squeezed her against his body, so much so that he could lift her up in his arms and she could wrap her legs around his torso. He stuck his tongue down her throat. She moaned out at the sensation before realizing that he was walking them into her bathroom – her bathroom that faced the open area in front of the elevators, and not facing or sharing a wall with her room neighbour. He kicked the door closed with his foot before setting her down on the marble vanity sink, her legs still wrapped around his body keeping him close.

“Take this off,” he mumbled as he tugged violently at her pajama shirt, almost ripping it as she shoved her off her body and threw it across the bathroom. She pulled on his t-shirt too, throwing it in the same direction as they crashed their lips against each other’s again.

“We’re not supposed to be doing this,” she whispered out after he bit down on her bottom lip and pulled it away from her. “You’re not supposed to be in my room. We’re breaking the rules.”

“Isn’t that half the fun?” he quipped, a small smirk on his face. Aberdeen could feel her body get hot – hotter than it already was. This was so wrong. So wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be in her room. They weren’t supposed to be touching. They weren’t supposed to be kissing. They weren’t supposed to be doing any of it, yet here Aberdeen was, her body heating up and her core getting even hotter. She scratched her nails down William’s broad and toned chest as he kissed a trail down her neck and to her breasts, sucking and biting down at her nipples gently, causing her to gasp out.

He immediately put his hand over her mouth. Her eyes went wide. He looked up at her from where he was at her breasts. “You can’t be too loud or else we’ll get caught.”

Oh my fucking God. Now she really felt her body light up like a fire. She whimpered slightly. “But Willy—” she tried to mumble against his hand.

“Shhhh…” he cooed. “Can you be quiet, Aberdeen? Can you be quiet while I fuck you?” He was waiting for an answer. She felt a shiver run up her spine. She nodded her head. “That’s my girl.”

William continued paying attention to her breasts before kissing his way back up to her lips and sticking his tongue down her throat again. Aberdeen ran her fingers through his hair and tugged on it slightly before scratching down his back and pulling down his trackpants and underwear. He did the same to her, letting his fingers play with the wet folds of her pussy until he heard whimpers from her again. “Quiiiiiet, Aberdeen,” he cooed once more, bringing his hand that was just playing with her pussy up to her lips.

She grabbed his hand in both her hands and sucked his fingers into her mouth. “I’m not going to be able to,” she whispered, shaking her head.

William pulled her off the marble vanity, grabbing her hips and spinning her around so her back was against his chest. They were able to see each other through the mirror. Aberdeen watched as William’s hand snaked around her body and down to her hot core again. “You’re going to have to be quiet or we’ll get caught,” he whispered huskily in her ear as he played with her core again. Her legs were shaking at the feeling. She gripped on to the vanity.

“Fuck me raw, Willy,” she begged. She had her own tricks up her sleeve. If William was going to play this game, she was going to play hers. She watched his reaction in the mirror and could see his pupils dilate. “I started birth control. It’s okay.”

“You what?”

“I started birth control a month ago. It was supposed to be a surprise but—”

“—Aberdeen—”

“—Please Willy,” she begged, her voice breathless. She could feel his hard cock against her body and was so desperate for it, she didn’t care how wrong this was. “Fuck me raw. Fuck. Me. Raw.”

He bent her over the vanity. She stuck her ass out and kept her eyes on him through the mirror, watching as he positioned himself at her entrance, sliding into her easily. She cried out at the sensation, feeling his hand almost automatically cover her mouth to silence her. When he began moving in and out of her, the sound of their flesh smacking together, she didn’t know if she should close her eyes to revel in the feeling of his slick, hard cock filling her up, or if she should keep her eyes open to watch him fucking her hard and fast through the mirror. She chose the latter. She and William had had many sexual escapades before (sexcapades, if you will), but nothing had been as hot or as raw or as dangerous as this was. The exhilaration of doing a completely banned act – banned since they figured out they were working together, even more so banned now – was giving her the ultimate rush.

His hand was still over her mouth as she arched her back and William pulled her back against his chest. She could feel herself getting close, and when William’s other hand snaked around once more to play with her clit, she tried to cry out but couldn’t. “Are you gonna be quiet when I make you cum?”

She shook her head. “I won’t. I can’t.”

He thrusted into her harder, trying to make a point. She whimpered again and his hand somehow tightened around her mouth. “Are you gonna be quiet?” he asked again. She looked at him through the mirror, seeing the absolute fire in his eyes. She knew what he was looking for. She knew he would tease her and tease her and tease her until she agreed to what he was asking. She nodded slowly. He smiled. “Good.”

He quickened his pace, harder and faster and rougher than before, and Aberdeen continued to watch them fucking through the mirror until she could feel closer and closer to her sweet release. Eventually, her legs began to shake, and she could feel an intense orgasm rush through every single inch of her body. She tried to stay as quiet as possible, but the feeling was too much, and her whimpers escaped her, though they were much quieter than the usual vocal performances she usually gave when she and William had sex, and though William still had his hand over her mouth. At the sound of her stifled whimpers she could feel William’s hot cum spill inside her. The feeling was hot and raw and simultaneously everything she imagined it would be and feel like but also completely new and unlike anything she could have ever expected. His own small grunts escaped his mouth as he felt himself empty inside of her, revelling in the feeling of filling her completely. He eventually let go of her mouth, and her body bent over against the marble vanity again, unable to stand up straight due to the long, intense orgasm. He tried to catch his breath as he continued to watch her body shake, the last of her orgasm rushing through her. He could see her chest rising and falling from her trying to catch her breath.

It was a few minutes before Aberdeen and William could regain their breaths. He slipped out of her slowly, and she whimpered again at the loss of him, still bent over the vanity, though she could still feel a slickness between her thighs. She felt his body bend too, his chest on her back, and felt him kiss her shoulders delicately. She craned her neck to get a look at him. “I better get a writing job soon. I don’t think we’re gonna be able to hold it back for much longer,” she whispered.

William giggled – a low, rumbly giggle from his chest as he smiled and continued placing kisses on her shoulder. “I agree,” he whispered back. “We gotta make sure you get that Toronto Life job.”

She bit her lip. “Did it feel good for you?”

He nodded. “Of course. What about for you? Did it feel different?”

“It felt fucking amazing,” she nodded. “It…it did feel different. I…you’re the first one I’ve ever let fuck me raw,” she admitted.

William nodded in understanding. He knew what she was really saying – that this was, at least physically, the ultimate form of trust, and he was the only one in her life, ever, who she trusted that much. “We can keep doing whatever you’re more comfortable with,” he said.

“I liked this. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back,” she giggled slightly.

William smiled. He pulled her back upright and, at that point, she could stand on her own again. She spun around so she was facing him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss him. They stood in her bathroom kissing for a while until William pulled away slightly. “I love you so much,” he mumbled.

“I love you too.”

“Sorry I made you break the rules…yet again,” he smiled mischievously.

Aberdeen winked. “Isn’t that half the fun?”

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Wanna Be Yours

Bandana wearing sub H feat. edging, love, and a deep devotion.

Rated: M, mature || Word Count: 4.4k

The room was dimly lit by a few candles and a small desk lamp tucked away in the corner. You could hear his deep, steady breaths behind you as you massaged coconut lotion onto your legs, knowing the scent was exceedingly heightened for him.

You were waiting for it - the small beg that would inevitably fall from his lips when he couldn’t take it anymore. You’d been here before, you knew the routine.

So you busied yourself with the lotion, pretending that your skin wasn’t on fire with need. You couldn’t look at him too much or you’d lose all of your will power to wait for the beg. But you wanted it so badly.

A small whimper fell from his lips, sending even more arousal to pool in the pit of your stomach. He was so close to giving you what you wanted you could feel it. For as patient of a man as he was in nearly every aspect of his life, this was the only time he let restlessness get the best of him.

And then you heard it, a breathless “please baby” that instantly sent a zip of pleasure down your spine.

You sucked in a breath, snapping the top of the lotion closed as you slowly turned to face him, blindly placing the bottle back on your dresser.

He was sprawled out on the center of your oversized bed, each of his wrists cuffed to the outermost prongs of your metal, wrought iron headboard. His head was tipped back fully against the mattress, his neck strained as he thickly swallowed and his chest rose and fell intensely. You could see the way his ragged breaths pulled on the muscles of his stomach, clenching and pulsing weakly. You noticed the way his lips still glistened, having had you sat on his face moments ago - when he brought you over the edge with just his mouth and desperate grunts against your core. Your knuckles turned white from the death grip you had on the iron prongs of your headboard, rolling your hips against his tongue as your thighs squeezed his head. You practically drowned him in your juices and yet he couldn’t get enough, happily gasping for air and begging for more as you climbed off him.

His legs were spread open - thick, creamy thighs on full display to your eager eyes. And on even more of a display, just begging for attention, was his cock - thick and full and beautifully extending away from his pelvis. He would twitch every so often, the appendage pulsing with the blood from the rest of his body, all focused and pumping into his length.

God, you loved him like this. You could basically see his need vibrating off his skin, pulling sharp breaths from his lungs and causing sweat to coat the dip in the center of his chest. You’d already edged him four times, bringing him right there, but then pulled away - letting him suspend mid-air at the start of an orgasm and watching as it fizzled away. Each time he whimpered and cursed through it, and you left him laying there with nothing but choked cries and breathless pants until he settled himself, just to do the same torture to him again, over and over.

Fuck, he was so good each time, taking whatever you gave. He’d murmur how good it felt and how much he loved you, each time becoming more and more desperate. The last edge though, you could tell his insides were burning, and his orgasm was so bottled up by that point that he was on the verge of crying. And that was exactly where you wanted him.

You quietly made your way over to him, carefully stepping over his clothes that had been stripped off nearly an hour ago. Black jeans, his boxers, a black and white polka dot button down, all haphazardly scattered next to the bed when you made him strip for you, hungry eyes devouring each other as each article of clothing hit the floor.

You admired him for a moment, watching as he licked and bit his bottom lip, attempting to stifle his pants and quiet whimpers. You reached out slowly to pet back the curl that had fallen onto his forehead, his neck straining in your direction in search of more contact. His skin was clammy, a tell tale sign of just how turned on he was. As if his cock wasn’t enough of a sign, twitching against his will, a dribble of precum connecting from his rasberry tip to his stomach. It looked painful, and there was a part of you that hoped it was.

“Being so good,” you soothed as you ran your fingers through his knotty hair.

He mewled softly at the affection, craving anything you were willing to give him at that point. His cock twitched harshly when your fingers gripped his roots, barely even tugging, but enough to have him moaning. He was so sensitive when he was like this and you loved it. The sounds you could pull from his beautiful mouth from a feather-like touch made your body pulse.

You leaned down, your breath fanning across his tingling skin as you pet his hair back once more. A soft brush of your nose against his cheek had him swallowing in anticipation. You kissed him softly, your mouth grazing against his sharp cheekbone until your top lip caught on the edge of his bandana. You smiled slightly at the thought of him sitting on the edge of your bed, hands holding to your hips as you pulled the black and grey skull printed fabric from his hair to secure it over his eyes. He was so pliant; letting you blindfold him, letting you ease him into bed, letting you cuff him to the headboard, all while being quiet even though his skin was already crawling with need. He was so good.

You kissed your way across his cheek, softly biting the side of his chin before you pulled your mouth up to his. His breath came out in puffs, and you were so close you could tell when he licked his lips without even looking. He stayed completely still as you grazed your lips over his, teasing your tongue across his full bottom lip, loving the way his breath caught in his throat. You knew he wanted you to kiss him, his mouth begged for it without moving. And when you bit into his bottom lip, sucking it gently as you pulled away with it tucked between your teeth, the most broken moan caught in his throat that he immediately swallowed back down as soon as you released him.

You smoothed your hand across his shaky chest - rising and falling harshly with a thin sheen of sweat coating his warm skin. You turned your head to look down the length of his torso, appreciating the way his stomach clenched under your hand as you made your way towards his cock.

“Please touch me,” he whispered, so soft you almost missed it.

You scratched your nails along his pelvis, trailing back and forth between his laurels. His cock jumped at every touch, extending away from his body so beautifully, just screaming for attention.

“I am touching you.”

“Please,” he exhaled once more.

“Where, love?” You promoted before pressing a kiss to his chest, just above his heart. “Just tell me where, H.”

“Please… touch my prick,” he whined softly, his head rolling to one side as if his eyes weren’t covered and he could look down at you, wait to see if you were really going to give in.

“See,” you brought your lips to his jaw, brushing over his stubble, “all you had to say.”

You tickled your middle finger across his base, slowly pulling the digit up the length of him. It was a ghost of a touch really, but it had him sucking in a breath as his cock twitched. And when you teased the tip of your finger around his swollen, raspberry red tip, he let out an actual moan. A deep, tortured moan that traveled straight to your core.

You were torturing yourself as much as you were torturing him.

So you sucked the skin just below his jaw, swirling your tongue over his heated skin as you wrapped your fist around his tip. He released a breathy “ahhh” as you slid down his length, his precum coating your palm just enough to glide easily. His head tilted back as you pumped his length, and you watched as he thrashed his head side to side slowly. He couldn’t stay still, constantly tugging on the cuffs and twisting his head. It was like he couldn’t get enough but was so overwhelmed he didn’t know what to do with himself. And you loved it.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” a wet kiss to his throat, “so hard.”

“Fuck,” he whined, his hips pushing up into your hand, begging for more.

“Want that? Want me to fuck you, H?”

“Yes, shit -” he choked on a moan as you bit into the meat of his right pec, before sucking a deep, purple mark into his skin. His cuffs rattled above you, his hips flexing once more as you continued to give his length languid strokes. “You’re killing me, love.” You could hear the exhaustion in his voice, sleepy and completely worn out.

You didn’t say anything, instead stippling wet kisses across his chest. His breathing was heavy, his butterfly expanding as he desperately sucked air into his lungs, his stomach tensing on each stroke of your hand. You traced your tongue over the outline of it - first the body, then each wing. You could do it with your eyes closed, following the ridges and curves of his muscles by memory.

You eased up onto your knees, carefully nestling yourself between his thighs, just admiring him. You knew he was fucked out already, you didn’t even need to see his eyes. His breath was shaky, his thighs twitching in time with his cock. His head was tilted back, neck on display as he waited for your next move. Your next touch, your next stroke, your next kiss.

You ran your palms over the tops of his thighs, squeezing the tiger specifically for a moment before you eased off the bed. You watched as his head turned in your direction, knowing that he was listening for any kind of movement that would give away what you were doing. You imagined he had some inkling though, this wasn’t your first time after all. So you opened your dresser drawer with ease, letting him hear the oak glide out, pause, and then glide back in place.

He mumbled something just then that you couldn’t quite make out, turning to look at him and the way he had his head turned in your direction. You quietly walked over to him, going to stand at the end of the bed as his face stayed turned to his left, in the direction of your dresser.

You would never get over seeing him like this. His body beautifully laid out for you, every inch of him on display, every curve of muscle tense and begging for release.

“What was that, love?” You asked softly after a beat, his face immediately pulling in your direction.

His response was barely above a whisper, but eager nonetheless. “Please fill me.”

So he did know what you were getting.

You crawled up from the foot of the bed, settling between his thighs once more. You pushed them open, his shaky breath only intensifying as he waited. He sucked in a breath through his nose when you licked his balls, and exhaled through his mouth when you gently sucked one into your mouth to roll it across your tongue. You scratched your nails down the outside of his legs, gripping right above his knees for a moment before slipping your hands to the mattress.

As soon as he heard the cap of the bottle flick open he became a babbling mess. “Please - god, love...” He was breathless, and moaned without even being touched. His hips tilted, looking for the contact he was so desperate for.

You squirted some of the cold lube onto your middle finger, watching him writhing against the mattress, his anticipation at an all time high. The guttural moan that pulled from his throat was almost violent, his head flinging back when your finger breached his tight hole. You watched his face as you slowly slid into him, admiring the way his mouth fell open into a perfect “O” before he was biting his bottom lip to stifle his moans. He attempted to push his hips down more, a breathless “more” slipping from his wet lips.

You pumped your finger slowly, twisting on each withdrawal before easing another inside, filling him exactly the way you knew he liked. The sounds he made were gorgeous; deep, raspy moans falling from his open mouth on every pump. “God… being so good for me Harry,” you complimented softly as you fucked him.

“Feels so good,” he breathed, swallowing harshly before moaning again. His hips moved with you, trying to push himself down onto your fingers as much as he could. You sucked a kiss into the inside of his thick thigh, biting gingerly as he groaned.

You shushed him softly when he whined as you withdrew your fingers, quickly grabbing the glass plug that sat beside you to squirt some lube onto the pointed tip. His head lifted from the mattress, mouth hanging open as you teased the cold glass against him, rolling it across his hole teasingly.

“Please,” he urged desperately. You could see his furrowed brows above the bandana, and the deep flush of his cheeks. If you could see his eyes, you knew they would be heavy and fluttering, completely fucked out in the most alluring way.

His head snapped back when you eased the plug into him, groaning low in his throat as you filled him slowly, until only the pale pink flower design was visible. Just the sight of him filled like that made your core pulse with need. He looked so good, and it was taking everything inside you not to devour him. You were just as turned on as he was, and definitely just as needy for him. And that was just one of the things that made your relationship special - you needed each other in the same way.

You kissed up his thigh, gripping his base to tease your tongue across his tip. His groan was so deep when you eased him into your warm mouth, panting and cursing as you bobbed slowly. You teased your tongue across his length with every pulling suck, hollowing your cheeks as you lifted, your hand following up his wet shaft. He liked it messy - soaking him with your mouth as you pumped your hand over him.

“Shit… fuck, love,” he breathed, just before another groan pulled from his throat when you twisted your wrist as you stroked down, your mouth following right behind. You looked up through your lashes, watching his chest heave as you held him deep in your mouth. His head was still tipped back, his neck fully strained. The vein that ran up the left side of his throat was so prominent it begged to be kissed.

You sucked harshly as you pulled off him, running the tip of your tongue over his slit just to get one more choked groan from his gorgeously flushed mouth. You crawled up his body, taking your time to suck marks into the skin of his hip, his stomach, his ribs, the curve of his chest, over his heart, his neck. You straddled him, perfectly seated in his lap as you scratched your nails down his chest and stomach. He groaned at the feel of you, his cock tucked against your soaked core.

You both moaned as his tip brushed across your clit on every flick of your hips, your nails digging into his chest harshly as his neck strained as his head tipped back further. His jaw was so strong, the deep cut of it often having you mesmerized. You couldn’t stop yourself from falling forward so that your body fully pressed to his so you could nose at his jaw, your hips still rolling the tiniest bit of friction over his length.

His skin was on fire, and he groaned as you bit at his jaw, sucking yet another mark into his flushed skin.

“Feel okay?” You murmured against his pulse.

He moaned softly, flexing his hips up into yours more. “I have to come,” he whimpered.

“You will, baby.”

“I…” he swallowed again. “My dick feels like it’s gonna fall off,” he chuckled lightly.

He was rock hard, extending up the length of his stomach as you dragged your core over the underside of his cock over and over. You reached up to thread your fingers through his hair soothingly, gently detangling the thick, knotted locks until you could glide your fingers through it easily. He hummed throughout, like a puppy when you pet them, soaking up all the attention and love just from your touch.

“Gonna be good and make me come again though, right?”

He was nodding quickly with a silky moan, “Yeah, yeah. Want you to come.”

“Mm,” you moan against his throat, “Always so good for me, H.”

“Please, love.” He flexed his hips into yours again. If you just, tilted up the tiniest bit, he’d slip right into you. “Take me,” he begged. “I’m yours.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at the sentiment. He may have been fucked out, but you knew he meant every word he said. He wasn’t just saying things to get you to give in. Whenever he was in this space, he was the most honest. Things slipped from his mouth that came directly from his heart. He didn’t think or second guess himself ever. He just was, and it was the most beautiful thing you ever experienced.

So with your heart beating rapidly for this stunning man, you eased up until his tip was perfectly aligned with your entrance, and sunk down on him in one go - his full length gliding into you easily, just as you knew he would.

“Oh fuck, yeah.” He breathed around a moan, pushing his hips up so that he was fully seated inside you.

It was overwhelming to go from being so empty and needy to completely full, in every single way. You circled your hips slowly, keeping him deep as you adjusted to his size. You squeezed your fingers in his hair tighter, tugging his head back half an inch, enough to send a shock of pleasure down his spine and a groan up his throat.

“I’m yours too,” you sighed into his neck as you slowly lifted your hips, just to deliberately drop back down onto him.

“Yeah,” he whined, “Yeah you are. You’re mine. God, baby - fuck me. Please fuck me.”

You adopted an easy rhythm, each drop of your hips into his just as deep as the last. You swore you could feel him throbbing - that, or you were so turned on that it felt like your pussy had its own heartbeat. Maybe a bit of both, but either way, it felt incredible. And paired with the noises and gasped curses coming from Harry’s mouth, you just wanted more.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, hovering over him to watch his head crack back on his neck as he tried to stifle a moan.

“Just like that,” he groaned, his cuffs clinky noisily above you as he tugged. “Please don’t stop. Please, please.” His voice was broken, the beg so strong it made your skin tingle.

You could see the way his eyebrows were raised, creasing angrily as he laid there, letting you take him for everything he was worth. Not being able to touch you, not being able to see you, barely being able to move. You had every advantage over him, and yet he never felt more free.

You squeezed his hair again, getting a low hum from the back of his throat in return, just before you took his mouth in yours. His lips were so puffy, his cupid’s bow tucking between your lips perfectly. You were the one humming as you sucked, loving the taste of him and how his lips molded to yours so easily each time. His mouth was lethal, always giving and taking the perfect amount to have pleasure rolling across your skin.

“Feels so fucking good,” he moans under his breath as he starts to meet your hips with his own small thrusts.

His voice was like honey, slow moving and sweet as anything. The words rolled off his tongue as if he was drunk, practically slurring together in one drawn out sentence. You knew he was close. His head was fuzzy and every moan that slipped past his lips was deeper than the last. It just made you work your hips over his faster, wanting - needing - to get him there.

“God, you’re so snug. Fit around me perfectly. Fucking made for me,” he babbled as your lips dragged across his cheek and down his jaw.

You dropped your hips onto his harder, the sound of skin slapping mixing with your moans and echoing around you.

“Mhm,” you agreed against his jaw. “Just like you’re made for me. No one has ever felt as good as you.”

“Fuck, oh fuck - god.”

His groans came on every drop of your hips, and when he felt your core spasming around him it took everything inside him not to let go. You were close, he knew you were. He was hyper aware of the way your hips rolled on his, your clit rubbing against his pelvic bone on every thrust. He wanted to hold out for you.

You whined his name roughly, sucking a kiss to the side of neck as you ground your hips down on his deeper. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you lifted yourself up, nails digging into his thick chest as you fucked him harder. “Oh my god,” you breathed as your head fell back on your neck.

“Fuck, please, please - you have to come. Please,” he rushed, swallowing down a moan.

“I’m so close, baby.”

He groaned louder, the sound shooting sparks across your skin and your arousal coating his length more on every drop of your hips. He was so deep, it felt like he could hit the actual essence of your core.

You didn’t even think about it, all of a sudden you were falling back down onto his chest and slanting your mouth over his, reaching up to frantically push the bandana up and away from him. His head lifted from the mattress, his arms pulled taut above him as your hands pushed through his hair, tugging mercilessly as his tongue met yours. He was completely still except for his lips chasing yours, absorbing every ounce of pleasure you gave as you fucked him into the mattress. Hard, deep pumps of your hips, each one bringing you closer and closer.

You tugged his head back down to the mattress, one of your palms cupping the side of this throat as your other squeezed his hair tighter. His lashes fluttered in a daze before wet irises met yours. His brows creased deeper and his mouth hung open in a silent moan as he held your eyes, sinking into the mattress more, letting you take him.

You were a moaning mess above him, entranced by the look of awe written all over his flushed face. And when a tear escaped the corner of his eye, stippling down his temple and into his hair, all you felt was heart clenching love.

You grazed your thumb over his wet skin, just for a choked moan to slip up his throat and another weak tear to slip down his cheek when he squeezed his eyes closed. You cupped his face, kissing him once more before resting your forehead on his.

“Oh my god,” you breathed against his warm lips. “Come with me.”

“Fuck,” he groaned deeply, pushing his chin up to catch your lips again, moaning into your mouth as you finally brought him over the edge with a few hard thrusts. The choked moans that came from his mouth, the look on his face when you pulled back enough to watch him come, his tensed arms and even tenser stomach, every single part of him sent you spiraling.

You clenched around him tighter, riding out your high as he practically cried through his. You’d never seen him come so hard before. He was so vocal - moaning and whining as he drenched your walls. It felt like it went on forever. Every time you squeezed him tighter, his hips would push into you further, as if he wanted to make sure he was as deep as possible. And he was, he was as deep as he could physically be. But you were so linked emotionally - more than you ever thought was possible - and it only intensified when you were physically linked.

You hadn’t even fully come down yet, but your shaky hands reached up to unhook the cuffs, because you knew he needed to touch you. And you needed his touch too.

Aching arms wrapped around you one by one, squeezing you close to his chest as you tucked your face into his sweaty neck and stroked your fingers through his hair. His breathing was shaky for a while, slowly evening out as you played with his hair and kissed the spots you knew soothed him - his jaw, his cheek, his temple.

You slowly lifted off his softening length, both of you moaning quietly as he slipped from you. But he didn’t let you go far, squeezing you closer to him yet again. You were silent for a while, listening to him breathe and holding him close. You knew the bath that you would inevitably take together could wait a little while longer. You knew that Harry just needed you for a little while longer.

“I love you,” you breathed against his throat.

He angled his face down, nudging your head with his chin as a signal to give him your lips. And you happily obliged, kissing him slowly as your tongues met with the tiniest lick of fire.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, kissing you once more before whispering a soft “thank you” just loud enough for your heart to hear.

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