#they all love Olive it makes my heart soar

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oh nothing I'm just picturing the outrage on Dougie’s face when Olive tells him she's never had a pb&j

"you've--you've never had...oh my GOD, honey, wait here"

him looney tunes running to tell everyone and get them to scout the mess hall for bread, peanut butter and jelly just so she can try it

Anyway she loves it and he's looking at her all proud like 🥺 a real American now *sniff* that's my girl *eagle squawk*

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🦇 Fly With Me Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

❝ They were mirrors in a way. Both of them watching their loved ones suffer. Both unable to help in any meaningful way. Both coping--one with work and the other with a list. Both scared shitless of hurting the other one. ❞

❓ #QOTD What are you afraid of? ❓ ⚠️ Content Warnings: Terminal illness, chronic illness, misogyny, toxic relationship, grief, traumatic brain injury

🦇 ER nurse Olive Murphy's fear of flying doesn't stop her from getting on a plane to honor her brother, but it seems her fear is misplaced. A medical emergency forces Olive to leap out of her seat and into action, only for the flight to get redirected. She would have missed the marathon she was meant to run at Disney if not for Allied Airlines pilot Stella Soriano; a gorgeous, type A woman who captivates Olive with a glance. They share a magical day at Disney together as the video of Olive saving a man's life goes viral (after all, she did TECHNICALLY save Mickey Mouse), prompting an uptick in positive press and sales for the airline. Stella sees it as an opportunity to earn her long-deserved promotion and asks Olive to play the role of her fake girlfriend as they generate more press. Can Olive stand playing a fake role when her heart is already on a one-way flight?

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My Thoughts:

💜 Get ready for a sassy, steamy, sapphic love story bound to soar into your heart. Andie Burke's debut novel has a little of everything; an insta-crush, fake dating (complete with a binder full of rules and research!), sharp and witty banter, plus some real and raw mental health rep. Between their anxieties, family responsibilities, and messy emotions, both Olive and Stella are relatable main characters you can't help but fall in love with. Sparks fly from the moment Olive and Stella meet, and Olive's mega-crush is adorable without making her seem adolescent. We gain a lot of insight into both characters' lives despite the fact that the story sticks with Olive's POV, which isn't always an easy feat. The prose is descriptive but not overly flowery, but it's the character development that really flies off the page. I absolutely adored Olive's best friend, too (imagine Felix from Orphan Black and get ready for ALL the gay sass).

💜 Burke does a wonderful job of normalizing mental health conditions without banging mental health rep over our heads. Olive's symptoms are as much a part of her as the heart-eyes she wears when Stella is in the room. After her (toxic) ex broke up with Olive because her anxiety disorder and panic attacks were "too much," Olive is afraid her symptoms will eventually scare Stella away. Meanwhile, Stella's responsibilities as her father's caretaker (who has Parkinson's) create the cracks in her type-A facade and show us why she's so committed to earning her promotion. Both characters encounter misogyny as well. While some readers might feel that there's too much going on, Burke carefully stacks these issues atop of one another. That's life; we're all juggling multiple conflicts, both internal and external. Read the quote I selected again. These women are mirror images of one another. Their struggles, while different on the surface, make it all the easier for them to empathize with and support each other. There's also no perfect, easy solution to the problems these women are facing because, again: that's life.

🦇 A part of me does wish this story split the POV, allowing us to see Stella's perspective. Keeping the focus on Olive ensured Stella's feelings for her remained hidden, but...come on. We all know where a sapphic romance novel is bound to end: with a sapphic romance. The "fake dating girlfriends with benefits" situation is where the story really gets messy. It's difficult to believe that Stella doesn't have romantic feelings for Olive at that point. The miscommunication trope is still my least favorite, but it lingers much too long in this one, leading to a not-at-all surprising third-act breakup. Even so, this remains the best sapphic romance I've read so far this year.

🦇 Recommended to fans of the fake dating trope, serious character development, and a heart-eyed, healing MC.

✨ The Vibes ✨ ✈️ Fake Dating ✈️ Bisexual MC ✈️ Sapphic Ship ✈️ Panic Attacks/Depression/Mental Health Rep ✈️ Debut Author

🦇 Major thanks to the author and publisher for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book.

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Chapter 17: Unexpected Guests

Zella pov

Alfred went with the guests to make sure that everything was set up while the wedding photos were taken. Leslie offered to take Little Conner in case Oliver wanted to pose with Dinah. He accepted and she just stood to the side with Bruce and Gus until it was their turn. I should have known that Jason, Roy, and Wally were up to something. The first photo was suppose to be of me and Dick but it would seem those troublemakers had other ideas. They pushed Dick out of the way and Jason even lifted me up into his arms while Wally and Roy stood by him. The photographer got the shot of Dick stumbling forward a bit as I was already being lifted into Jason's arms.

Gus started laughing as Dick straighten himself and turned towards us. The three then started run with Dick chasing them. Tim face-palmed while Damian glared at them in the background. Standing behind the photographer, Steph and Cass were giggling with M'gann while Artemis shook her head. Bruce had covered his face with one hand while Oliver patted his shoulder as Dinah laughed at them and telling the photographer to make sure to get a good shot of Bruce.

When Dick caught up to us, he grabbed me and glared at the troublemakers. The photographer captured all of that. So what happened next was that the bridesmaids had it to where they each were holding up Dick and looked like they were taking him away. After that Dick and I finally got our photo because Gus told Jason, Wally, and Roy that they would get no cake if they pulled anything else. The next few photos were me and the bridesmaids and Dick with the groomsmen. Cippia was in my group's photos. As for the last photo, it was where all of us where in it, including Bruce, Gus, and Cippia.

Once done, we head to the ballroom of the Manor. Everyone else went in first while we waited for our turn. We were then announced as Mr. and Mrs. Grayson by Alfred since we thought he would be best for M.C. Once we were seated, the reception begins. At one table sat Oliver, Dinah, their son, Bruce, Barry, Clark, Lois, and Iris. Another table had Lucius, Luke, Duke, Alfred, Gus, and Leslie. For one table, that held the Batboys, Batgirls, and Jon. Damian and Tim were not next to each other but Jon was seated by Damian just in case his Super-strength was needed. At the last table was members or former members of the Team. Dick and I got our own table. The starters were spinach balls with dipping sauce.

Once everyone had their fill, Alfred thanked the guests for coming before motioning to Wally to give his speech while the servers cleared the empty plates.

Wally stood up from his seat and started with, "Thank you all for coming to Dick and Zella's wedding. Which let's be honest, we all thought would never come with this guy.", he said while pointing at Dick who gave him a mock glare as the guests laughed. "Not to mention with someone like Zella. I mean she is the opposite of what Dick has dated so maybe that's why I think she is the best choice he could have made. Hope they have a long and happy marriage." The guests clapped at Wally's words before Dick stood up to say his speech.

He then turned to me before saying, "You are my light, my inspiration. Sometimes I watch just the smallest things you do and think I am the luckiest man alive. I've listened to my heart beat, felt it trapped in the cage of my ribs. But now I think of it like a robin.", he pauses as the crowd chuckles at his choice of bird. "Flying to you, to be joined with you, my heart soars with yours. Together our hearts take wing. I love you utterly, completely and madly: I love the way you look at me. I love to gaze into your eyes. It is only natural that I should always be with you as your husband. I love you Zella Lilith Grayson, with all of my heart, mind, and soul.", he said before finishing with a kiss on my lips.

Dinner was then served and it was a wonderfully prepared Mushroom Wellington by Gus and Alfred.  For dessert, it was a cookie bar. That was Dick's idea since he loves Alfred's cookies. When his brothers heard that Alfred would be making a ton of his cookies, it was hard to keep the boys out of the kitchen. Cippia had to stand guard until the big day to make sure no one would eat all the treats.

Once dinner was done, Dick lead me to the dance-floor and we had our first dance. I smiled as I heard the song that played.

"The song we danced to at our first gala.", I said as I just swayed in his arms as 'Looking Through Your Eyes' played on.

"That and I love looking into your eyes.", he said with a cheeky grin.

"Hush you."

"Make me."

"If you insist.", I said before I kiss him.

I heard people taking pictures of us kissing and smile as I break away. Dick had a dazed look on his face as we finished our dance.

We decided that the dance floor could be open to everyone after Dick and I had our dance since he didn't exactly wanted to dance with Bruce for the parent dance. I stood to the side as people partnered up for a dance. Gus then asked me for a dance so we did just a bit away from the others. He lead me to a area that was slightly hidden from sight from the others and near a door that lead into the driveway of the Manor.

"Coast is clear.", Gus said to a pillar after he stopped dancing.

I was about to ask him what was going on when out stepped a blonde girl about Jason's age in a simple dark blue dress, simple diamond bracelet, and silver heels.

She smiles when she sees me and walks until she stops right in front of me.

"Hi....Big sis.", she says with a sheepish smile.

"A-Aileen?", I asked shocked. "But how....are you here?"

"Yeah.....It's great to see you. Sorry I missed the actual wedding but I am still glad I got to make it to this part. I heard about the wedding from Grandpa.....he sent me a letter and I just knew it was my chance to talk to you after all these years."

Gus just smiles when I look at him before turning back to Aileen.

"But, aren't you,"

"Nope. Not mad at all.", she interrupts me. "In fact, I was never mad about what happened."

I just stood there shocked.

"What happened that night was my fault and my fault alone. I knew about your powers and yet I did such a stupid thing. I should have known better then to disappear and then startle you like that. Mother  told me how you ran away when I woke up and I never got to say sorry. She also wouldn't let me look for you or even listen to me about how it was my fault."

She took a deep breath before speaking again,"So.....think you can forgive your dumb sister?"

I said nothing as I just hugged her with tears in my eyes. "You have nothing to feel sorry about, Lina."

"I missed you calling me that nickname.", she said as she hugged back with tears also in her eyes.

"Aileen Leora Douglas!", was said angrily behind us, causing end of the hug.

Turning to look, we see Nora Douglas, our mother standing in the doorway with a very displeased look on her face.

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I, Jessica Wolf, basically wrote

A novel book 📖 🙂. I had fun writing ✍️ this😎:

She was a savage soul. Strong and beautiful. And yet, undeniably broken. Some days she loved people.

Other days, her heart was 🥶 as 🪨. In those moments, All her walls were back up. A fortified city. She was mysterious. Aloof. Melancholy. Other moments, she was Inspiring. She laughed some days. Other days. She cried tears that no one ever saw. They weren’t physical tears. These were the tears 😭 that stayed inside her heart. She is a paradox. Did you ever truly know the real Jessica at all.

Or did you know the Jessica that she only let you see. She wore many 🎭. Emotionally, she put on each one when the occasion was just right. She watched her back constantly. Many days, her heart was truly under 🔒 and 🔑. Most ever see..what I want you to see.

Yes, I have a happy side. I have a sad side. I think deeply. Many days, I just shut down. I become

Numb. I close off my heart. And cry to Jesus. He holds my heart close. Especially in those moments I feel tired and numb.

He reminds me exactly who I am.

I am a deep thinker. I love romance novels. I love reading mysteries. I love comedies. I love thrillers. I Love forensics sciences books. I love life when it keeps me up on the very tips of my toes.

I love sushi, shrimp, all things seafood.

I love buttery pasta.

I love reading books.

Spending time with Jesus.

Singing.

Some days, I’m a happy soul. Other days, I’m sad.

And right now, I’m looking out at the glorious gorgeous picturesque mountains & scenic views of the hillsides as I write ✍️ this.

One of my other passions is cooking and baking. I absolutely love to make delectable dishes for my wonderful husband and children. The other thing that excites me is-decorating for the holidays in each season.

The fall season and Christmas season is one of my all time favorites. I love looking up Pinterest worthy styles online and in person at hobby lobby. Other times and moments, I shop online. I love finding those sales. You know the ones that just simply make your heart soar and bring a huge smile to your lips. I love beautifying mike and I’s, home. I love

Bringing a spruce of color here and there. I love bringing in the happy and cozy decor. The warm color of light brown colors and soft

Blues. Colors that invoke a feeling of comfort and safety. Simply a peaceful atmosphere w happy setting.

Most importantly, I love speaking to others about Jesus as I sip my cup of coffee ☕️ or a nice steaming cup of tea 🍵.

When I have my gal friends over for a quiet evening, I love playing the hostess as I ask if they’d like some wine 🍷 and cheese 🧀. You know the cute food platter board-that has all the yummy olives 🫒, apples 🍎 🍏. I love blessing others. And, finding a gift 🎁 that Jesus tells me that they’ll absolutely love. I call these moment: God kisses. The moment, Jesus gives me a prophetic word or words for someone and it completely transforms

And changes their entire world. I love buying all sorts of jewelry and cute gifts to go along with prayers time. And glittery Kleenexes, soaking prophetic worship music 🎶 as the presence and the love of Jesus fills the atmosphere.

Once you’ve entered into the presence of God; everything changes here. Hearts are softened. They are made new. One feels absolutely refreshed and happy again. I, just love seeing the gold in others. Highlighting what Jesus shows me

About them. I love treasure h u n t s. I love seeing and hearing what Jesus speaks over them. Jesus is so good.

So. Yes. My passion is showing others Jesus 🙂.

Spending time with Jesus is my happy place.

Ahh. Feeling so refreshed myself even while writing ✍️. Thank

You Jesus for this beautiful and comforting Cathartic word. I needed. This moment. I needed this time. Happiness truly is found in You.

One day. Jesus I can’t wait give you the biggest hug 🤗 ever.

Heaven is going to be glorious

Thanks for reading, friends:)

Jessica. 💕☺️

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Richard Walters - 'Anchor' (Official Video)

Richard Walters is back with new single “Anchor”, the latest track to be cut from his upcoming solo record ‘Murmurate’ (out 17 November, via Nettwerk). Enveloped by Walters’ tender falsetto, “Anchor” is a spacious piano piece adorned with longing string arrangements to stir the soul. A song dedicated to his daughters, it finds the artist opening-up about the intense and transcendent connection we feel with our closest family. As Richard explains:

‘“Anchor” is a song about and for my daughters; I've been away a fair bit the last 12 months, which felt especially hard post lockdown, and it's a song about that familial pull and instinct to protect and support them.”

Co-written with esteemed songwriter Edd Holloway (Lewis Capaldi, Tom Grennan), who had also recently become a father around the time of writing, the resultant single is another fine example of Walters’ exceptional ability for intimate storytelling, captivating vocals, and intricate musical arrangements.

“Anchor” swiftly follows recent teaser tracks “After Midnight” and “Move On”, all of which reveal different shades of Walters’ upcoming solo album ‘Murmurate’, which is released this Autumn.

Written in 2022 as the world recalibrated to the tides of change, ‘Murmurate’ homes-in on those feelings of waking up in the post-pandemic world to the realisation that many of us had changed too. An album that ruminates on our human need for real-world relationships and the importance of meaningful connections with those closest to us, these recurring themes would also play into the palpable intimacy of ‘Murmurate’ and its recording. As Richard explains:

“When it comes to music, throughout lockdown I was desperate to be in the room with other people making things again. In my opinion, Zoom just doesn’t cut it when it comes to finding common musical ground and building things up” says Walters. “That’s where the title ‘Murmurate’ comes from - I just wanted to feel that unison again, to move in time with other songwriters and musicians, to flock and gather and soar a little bit, even if the distance from my homelife made me feel torn from time to time.”

Combining unassumingly complex arrangements and openly heart-on-sleeve songs, it’s an album that graciously shifts from nocturnal piano ballads (“All Over”), to sprightly folk/pop poetry (“Long Way Down”), darkly lilting lullabies (“Open Everything”) to longing, love-lorn duets (“Locked Up Never Fade”).

With all tracks performed and written by Richard Walters, ‘Murmurate’ was recorded, produced and mixed by Eliot James, before receiving its final mastering by Dyre Gormsen. Amongst the myriad instruments performed by the pair, listeners will also be able to detect Eliot’s 11 year old son Leland James on cello, plus guest vocalist Lydia Oliver. ‘Murmurate’ is released on the Nettwerk album on 17 November 2023. 

An artist, performer and songwriter based in the UK, Richard Walters has amassed over 100 million streams across his five critically acclaimed albums and four EP's to date. Since his debut release in 2005, his music has featured on a number of TV shows including Grey’s Anatomy, CSI: Miami and Tin Star, while receiving praise from titles including The Guardian, Clash, Line Of Best Fit and other tastemaker press.  Richard’s solo releases have also gained notable support from BBC 6 Music’s Lauren Laverne and Guy Garvey, plus BBC Radio 2’s Jo Whiley and Dermot O’Leary.

Sought-out by stars including Grammy-winner Joe Henry, British icon Alison Moyet and Oscar nominated actress and singer Florence Pugh, Walters has also lent his talents to influential electronic artists including Kx5,  Solomun, Sonny Fodera, Sultan + Shepard and more.

A member of the group LYR (with poet laureate Simon Armitage and Patrick Pearson, who release their second album 'The Ultraviolet Age' on 30th June); Richard also released the album ‘Shapes In My Head’ under the name Sun Lo, a collaboration with ATTLAS, earlier this year. Catch Richard tour his latest work this November at these UK  headline dates: 

RICHARD WALTERS - LIVE DATES 2023 24 Nov - BRISTOL, The Louisiana 25 Nov - OXFORD, Jericho Tavern 29 Nov - MANCHESTER, The Castle Hotel 30 Nov - LONDON, The Grace Tickets on sale now: https://www.richardwaltersmusic.co.uk/live

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Existential Magazine’s April Music Roundup

With the month coming to a close, we’re sharing just a handful of our favourite new releases we’ve discovered this April! Sit back, put on our New Music Friday playlist and spend a few minutes enjoying fresh new tunes hand-picked by us.

Close Drive - Variegation

Beginning our Roundup with a warm and comforting acoustic indie-esque soundscape, the four-piece Close Drive bring out a familiar sense of nostalgia in their newest single ‘Variegation.’ As soft drum beats pad the sound with a home-y steadiness, acoustic guitar finger-plucks and light strums pull on your heart strings and your locked away memories with a delicate tug, together interweaving a sound that’ll transport you back in time to some of your fondest of times. Their vocalist soars across the tender assortment with a bright but rich delivery, capturing every needed essence of optimism and appreciation that a song so introspective could ask for. As Close Drive lyrically delve into the stages of life that connect both humans nature together, ‘Variegation’ becomes much more than just a song but an entire narrative on what it means to be alive in itself, questioning and blooming into an identity enriched by a cherishing outlook for nature: ‘all my leaves are changing.’ As it looks on changing as you grow and finding yourself in time and experience, ‘Variegation’ is an enriching journey of self-love, grounding oneself and the day-to-day beauty gone amiss: ‘wrapped up in that feeling, that new sun’s got me singing.’ For a little much-needed warmth sprinkled into your life, Close Drive have you covered in this beautifully flourishing new single.

Oliver Pinder - late July

Following his previously acclaimed singles ‘Stressed’ and ‘beautiful second’, the indie-pop artist Oliver Pinder now comes soaring back in time for glorious summer days with a single titled ‘late July’ dashed in romantic butterflies and red-tinted skies. As a wonderfully indie-esque beat keeps the track light and bouncy, delicate acoustic guitar strums add an edge of emotion to a paired-back but easy-going release. Oliver’s vocals add another layer of depth to the sound, capturing his personality as well as his own emotional connection to the song whilst still delivering gorgeously clean lines. Writing about falling in love and the anxiety that comes with it, Oliver’s lyrics are bare and heartfelt, compiling his own experiences of loving and losing: ‘I know I shouldn’t be feeling these things, but I can’t help myself, oh God.’ Questioning ‘do you feel the same about me yeah?’, Oliver’s lyrics seem to err on an edge of not feeling quite enough for the one he’s falling for, second-guessing any kind of reciprocation as though it’s an unrealistic dream. But his beautiful words ring deep, singing that ‘you feel like the summer to me, I wish I knew what you were thinking’, finding comparisons to things that bring him joy in the presence of the one he’s yearning to be with. Everything about the narrative of ‘late July’ is beautiful and yet real, capturing the nerves of wanting to come clean, let someone in and potentially have it all come crashing down, whilst desperate to finally make a move regardless. If you’re looking for some comforting words while you work up the courage to admit your feelings for someone, then Oliver definitely has you covered in ‘late July’ with a bed of sound you’ll find solace in even if his words don’t relate.

Red Shakes - Doubt

Dreamily nostalgic, the newest single from the indie rockers Red Shakes comes in the form of ‘Doubt’, an anthem about rebutting the unwarranted advice of others. Led in by distinct reverb-heavy electric guitar strums and a thudding beat, the soundscape errs between soft toned but still upbeat enough to urge you dance along, creating quite the vast atmosphere for things to fall into place. Their vocalist dances across the soundscape offering bubbly but emotionally enriched vocals, capturing an edge of natural hoarseness at times for an even more impactful delivery. Adding a vibrant riff for the choruses’ warm intermission, there’s no moment of ‘Doubt’ that you won’t be completely immersed in the comforting bedding Red Shakes have wrapped around this relatable offering. The lyrics add just another layer of depth to this already striking release, speaking of the frequent giving of unwanted advice: ‘I just don’t need the advice.’ As Red Shakes plead to be left to make their own mistakes, lines like ‘you always try to save me the mistake, but you learned the exact same way so it should be mine to make’ wish to be allowed to live and learn alone even if there’s more hardships along the way. Leaving you with the takeaway of a motivating chorus, Red Shakes preach that ‘when in doubt, don’t you worry you’re gonna figure it out’, and we couldn’t think of a more wonderfully positive message to remind listeners whether they’re also looking to make their own mistakes or just need the comforting reassurance it’ll be okay regardless.

Joe Bygraves - Someone Else

Twenty seven year old singer-songwriter Joe Bygraves soars within his own bright but emotionally-infused indie-pop sound, and since gracing stages opening for stars like Paloma Faith and Jools Holland he’s now ready to bear his newest sure-to-be hit ‘Someone Else.’ This powerful ballad doesn’t waste a moment from the second you press play, atmospherically leading into the track with gliding vocals, steady drums and striking electric guitar that all-together builds quite the vast introduction to a song determined to be heard loudly and impact-fully. The verses settle for a delicate beat and casual guitar strums, placing Joe’s absolutely resonant vocals front and centre of everything to put on a performance you can’t help but feel emotionally entangled within. Coursing through a higher range with flecks of richness, every line is delivered with a sincerity that leaves ‘Someone Else’ sure to stay with you long after listening. The chorus adds a moment of heightened bliss, seeing the instrumentals and backing vocals once again all uniting for an intermission of pure cascading sound, leaving you feeling like you’re floating amiss the soundwaves. Lyrically, ‘Someone Else’ seems to be stricken with the pain of letting go after heartbreak, torn between his desire to continue yearning for them while knowing better than to continue lingering on someone who’s moved on. The Chorus hook ‘find me someone else to fall in love with’ aches with this need to move forward, his heart still calling for them but knowing it’s time to let go. Sure to relate to most, ‘Someone Else’ is the breakup anthem we’ve all needed at one point in time, hurting but allowing you to start accepting things have reached their end.

TELGATE - GAMMON

Cardiff queers known as TELGATE reign with a sound of pure and utter individuality, bringing all the groove and charisma needed to catch eyes on their glam-rock guitar-driven releases, and their latest offering ‘GAMMON’ does all of that and more. As a funky fuzz-wah electric guitar riff and steady drums lead things in, the soundscape is one fused in stylistic choices from the past, but with all of the flair and rich tones of modern musical releases. But outside of its 70s approach, what makes ‘GAMMON’ most engaging is its constant evolution as the soundscape ebbs and flows between more stripped-back moments; building thudding beats; eccentric riffs; angsty punk-esque elements; scene-setting backing vocals and a constant err between easy-going and thunderously loud. The sound is just the start though as lyrically TELGATE are here to impactfully deliver a message that’s unapologetically anti-capitalist and anti right-wing, bringing back the days of politically charged rock akin to that of ‘American Idiot’ but with a more detailed message and intricate sound. As they make an exhilarating statement on the state of current British affairs, TELGATE not just write some of the most progressively critical lyricism but deliver it with vocals that dance between a gorgeous, clean glam-rock sung tone and more angsty, shouted segments that are enraged and preaching to the masses: ‘the power’s in your hands darling, and the time is closer than you’d think… the country will be yours once more, and the king will be crowned the king of the queers.’ TELGATE are truly one of a kind in sound, but merged with an approach to sincere songwriting rooted in empowering and seeking change, they’ll surely be unstoppable.

CAM - Your Loss

Birmingham based contemporary R&B artist CAM delivers music with a soul, creating easy-going soundscapes that you can’t help but feel warm and comforted within even when paired with more downbeat messages, and his newest offering ‘Your Loss’ is here to prove why he’ll be going far. Swept up in gorgeously rich piano, regular beats and the occasional synth, there’s an atmosphere of utter reverie that clouds the experience of listening to ‘Your Loss.’ Picked up with more peppy piano for the chorus, there’s nothing but warmth and vibrancy littered in the journey of this three and a half minute song, sure to pick up any bad mood and leave you feeling refreshed. CAM’s vocals top off what is already a stunning base of soothing tones, delivering a confident and self-assured vocal performance enriched by oozing smooth R&B stylings, floating in low toned, relaxed catharsis. Though its soundscape is one of utter ease, CAM writes a more heartfelt message of moving on from someone who didn’t value him how he deserved, preaching self-confidence in the choruses hook: ‘it’s your loss, coulda had the best thing ever.’ As other lines show a little more of the aching, ‘used to sit beside the phone, knew that you would never call, overthink drive myself crazy’, it’s without a doubt that ‘Your Loss’ is the perfect pick-me-up for those feeling dejected and unappreciated in finding themselves and valuing their worth once again - as well as just relating to some of CAM’s more pained lines for a comforting hand to hold in heartbreak.

Grayson Foster - Like A Fire

Born in the Carolinas, singer-songwriter Grayson Foster encompasses a whimsical indie sound just as naturally gorgeous as his roots, and his newest offering ‘Like A Fire’ continues that atmospheric edge he’s so effortlessly perfected. Beginning with just a soft thudding beat and delicate intermittent electric guitar strums, the track feels paired back but not melancholic, instead reigning in a gorgeously vast ether where every note rings out and every line captures an undeniable warmth. The dreamily ethereal track only continues to build though, with the beats becoming more prominent, the guitar more frequent and other hazy instrumentals that add a continued growth to the fluctuating journey Grayson has built. All tinged in reverberation, there’s such a profoundly impactful blow in every carefully crafted sound that makes ‘Like A Fire’ feel as though it’s dripping in magic. Vocally, Grayson tops it all off with a performance that begins more tender and deeply rich, before showing off the true emotionally-charged power he can evoke in a dominant closing chorus bearing his heart for everyone to see. As Grayson speaks of love, attraction and posterity in the lyrical narrative, ‘Like A Fire’ tells a strikingly visual and heartwarming message of all of the beauties that come with finding the one who evokes such a sense of unwavering bliss: ‘I need the heat of your heart and I can’t get enough.’

Reno & Rome - Live Without You

Heard on E4’s Made In Chelsea, Suffolk indie quartet Reno & Rome continue to keep listeners dancing with every sparkling, groovy new release, and their latest ‘Live Without You’ is here to provide the perfect indie and power-pop blend for those nights you’re ready to sing away the pain. Bearing a narrative that’s rather bittersweet, Reno & Rome write about falling in love without any reciprocation: ‘Don’t know if I can live without you… guess you didn’t see me, I waited patiently.’ Left in the dark and looking to confess their feelings whilst met with the cold shoulder, you’d never imagine that such an aching rejection could be paired with a sound so bright and funky. Encompassed in addictive guitar twangs, a deep bassline, synth pops, steady beats and a vocalist buried up to the neck in charismatic flair, ‘Live Without You’ immediately seeks to hook you right from pressing play and it certainly doesn’t falter in achieving that goal. Absolutely entangled in differing instrumentals, all of which soaring through the three and a half minute soundscape, ‘Live Without You’ quite literally has it all and it doesn’t for a second offer anything but the most uplifting of sounds. Picked up even further by the choruses’ interlude, the guitar cascades into a passionate riff along with vocal hooks sure to get you chanting along while you ponder your own unnatainable love.

The Romantidote - Better In Time

Performing as the musical alter ego of Scottish singer-songwriter Calum Bolland, The Romantidote emerged in 2019 with a distinct sound that while fluctuating between an array of styles continues to consistently bear authenticity at its core, and his latest release ‘Better In Time’ showcases perfectly how. Serenading the listener with gorgeously intimate and intricate acoustic guitar strums, ‘Better In Time’ both captures a warmth like the hug of a friend whilst erring on achingly intimate as you’re left alone with just the tender strums and a haunting vocal performance preaching a narrative interwoven in pain. Picked up with the hum of a harmonica, strings and piano as the track continues to intermittently ebb and flow between instrumental highs and paired back lows, this acoustic-folk journey is one that’ll linger with you long after first listening if not just for its message, but also its soul-stirring sonically crafted experience. Lyrically, ‘Better In Time’ offers a real open-hearted internal monologue of thoughts and feelings, with The Romantidote pouring a mass of built-up emotion from the bleak pandemic years, getting sober and the person he loves, tinged both in the melancholia of life as well as its beauty. From its weary lines like ‘you are not as alone as you feel, but there’s fear in your mind’, it’s clear this heartfelt release is one that’ll likely resonate with many, giving hope amidst sadness for better days to come. If there’s one thing to take away from ‘Better In Time’, it’s without a doubt its poignant chorus hook that serves as a reminder we should all repeat to ourselves when needed most:‘softly say, we get better in time.’

Picture House - Opposite Form

Creative duo Picture House may be a new project, but with seven years of work together as a pair it’s evident that they’re more than prepared to take on this indie/dream pop endeavour, with their debut single ‘Opposite Form’ setting up their stage for great things to come. Hazy electric guitar strums leads things in, soon accompanied by soft drum beats, deep bass twangs and an emphatic guitar riff that together pad the soundscape whilst maintaining a constant atmosphere of fuzzy reverie. A little paired back for the verses with just bright electric guitar plucks, low-sulking bass and pattering beats makes for a minimal but uplifting setting to lose yourself in, leaving you to fantasise about the summer air and setting sun inside a song that evokes feelings of pure bliss. Penning a heartfelt lyrical journey, Picture House write a narrative reflecting upon personal growth and change from learning to set boundaries, reject unkindness and learning your own limits: ‘I was fine when you said that, but now I feel so empty.’ Much of ‘Opposite Form’ feels like it’s learning to love itself, as the pair seem to write of treating yourself with the same kindness and advice you’d offer others, not allowing the critiques of others to continue to impact your journey: ‘Worry about yourself, think of no one else when the truth can be unkind, when it cuts you down to size.’ For a positive burst of motivation from an act that are only on the up from here, look no further than Picture House’s debut ‘Opposite Form.’

Venice Heath - Different

Closing out our Roundup for the month is Venice Heath, an indie outfit that draw inspiration from the brightly sounding greats like Tame Impala, Jungle and Foals but with their own indie-rock and psychedelic edging that’ll leave their newest offering ‘Different’ a staple addition to feel-good summer playlists everywhere. Soaring inwards with cascading electric guitar that vibrantly rings into the vast echoey soundscape Venice Heath have built, there’s an immediate dreaminess to the track’s resonance captured through this heavy reverb on every element, making more of a song to be experienced than just to be heard. As the verses’ look to haunt you with this deeply resounding tingling of sound that looms on the electric guitar, analog synths and vocals, its impactful switch-up for the chorus will leave you mesmerised by what ‘Different’ has to offer. Fading from this grand atmosphere and into a more front-and-centre wall of sound, ‘Different’ stirs from its previous melancholia to a more groovy centrepiece sure to get you on your feet and chanting along. Drum beats keep an exciting pacing while the emphatic guitar riff finds itself the most integral element of it all, creating a sound so bright and airy you’ll need it on repeat to really understand the magnitude of what you just experienced. For a sound so deeply rooted in haziness, it’s wonderfully fitting it has such a whimsical message of the classic 'what if' of unspoken feelings that will make you daydream with hope. Lost in their imagination and what could be, ‘Different’ escapes reality for a world of its own, which makes perfect sense when Venice Heath seem to be crafting their own musical universe alike no one else out there.

Give a listen to these songs and more in our New Music Friday playlist this week, or see our Roundup Recap playlist for every song previously featured in one of our monthly roundups that you might have missed!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

// This coverage was created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

[morgue-ratt]

I'm just wondering if you could do some Dark!Lester Sinclair? I have this idea of Lester picking the (female if possible) reader up after he finds her, but instead of taking her to Ambrose, he takes her to his cabin in the woods. He quickly gets to work on breaking her so she'll never want to leave him. I've seen you write darkfics before so I'm pretty sure this is okay to request. Also! Feel free to change some of it if you want to, I know it's a bit specific

Ok ok so I. Love Dark/Creepy Lester so I was really excited for this rquest!! But... I kinda got too wrapped up in Lester finding the reader and their realization that he isn't actually helping them so if you want a part two i will 100% do that for you because I love this idea.

Lester Sinclair in Friendly Stranger

Warnings: kidnapping, brief mention of abuse, I don't know how to write a Louisiana accent

1.5k words

THE heat was making you sick. Your car had died nearly twenty minutes ago on the side of the highway in the middle of just about no where. No cell service, no one else to be seen, you were stranded and you couldn't help but run through all the terrible things that were likely to happen to you if you couldn't figure something out. The sun that was beating down on you now would eventually set and twilight would bring bugs, bats and other unpleasant creatures. You had already sweat through your olive green tee, even if heat exhaustion wasn’t a concern, dehydration was. You had no food, no one would know where to look for you since you stupidly took the senic route, you’d--

    You turned at the sound of skittering rocks and saw a pick up truck bumbling along the road. You didn’t even stop to think, running out in front of the truck and waving your arms madly, but there wasn’t any chance you could be missed. The car staggered to a stop and you leaned into the window. 

    You almost recoiled; the little truck smelled sickly sweet like rot and like death. You couldn't even remember what you wanted to say, standing there with your mouth half open until you met the driver’s eyes; “I… could you help me?”

    He had a friendly jack o lantern grin across his stubbly face and deep brown eyes. “What seems to be your problem, friend?” He spoke with an accent you couldn't place.

    “My car… it started smoking. I got it to the side of the road but it won’t start.” He craned his neck, trying to peer behind you to your yellow bug. 

    “I don’t know much ‘bout cars, ‘m afraid.” The man confessed. “But there’s a town, not too far. Could give ya a ride and see if any one there’ll help least get it started.”

    It was your smile that sealed your fate. You beamed at him with such genuine relief that it reached your eyes and made his heart soar. Lester was a practical man, he didn’t didn’t believe in love at first sight as the movies had it, he knew these things take time. And so, he’d give you time. Lots and lots of time. 

    You nearly fell over yourself to get to the other side of the truck and Lester leaned over the bucket seat to open the door for you. You mumbled a hurried thank you and he gave you another smile. “Yer very welcome, was on my way anyway so you don’t have to worry.” You two started down the road and you exhaled, feeling at least a little bit better. You put your head against the seat and let your eyes close. “You tired? Ya can rest if need be, wouldn’t be offended.” He laughed brightly. 

    “Hm.” You knew he was just being nice but you knew better than to fall asleep in a complete stranger’s car. “Just resting.” You sighed and faced him. “I’m sorry, I never asked your name.” 

    “No need to apologize. ‘M Lester.” He told you. 

    “You don’t meet many Lester’s these days.” You said and he took his eyes off the road to glance at you. 

    “Nah, suppose you don’t. It’s a family name.” 

    The truck hit a bump, causing the things hanging from his review mirror to scrape together. With a start, you realized; they were bones. You hadn’t even noticed, you were so quick to get in the truck. You laughed uneasily. None of them were human, obviously but it was still unnerving. “What… brings you out here? I’ve been on this road all day and I didn’t see anyone.” 

Lester’s voice was still cheery; “Good thing I was there when I was then, huh?” He gripped the wheel tighter and suddenly he didn’t seem so harmless. Suddenly, you were concerned with the grime and sweat that covered him, the red stains that clung to the skin of his knuckles. As the truck flashed through a gap in the trees, sunlight drew your eyes to the gleaming knife on Lester’s belt.  

    “How long til we get to town?” You were surprised at how level your voice was, and a sneer crept across Lester’s face. You sucked in breath and anxiety spread through your chest. “I’m really hungry, I… just want to get some lunch.” 

    “Don’tcha worry, sugar. I’ll getcha taken care of.” The truck had picked up speed, no longer tumbling along but instead flying down the pavement. 

    “That’s not my--”

    Lester let out a barking laugh and you froze, utterly terrified. “Yer real lucky, not everyone ‘round here’s nice as me.” He turned to you and you nodded once before his eyes went back to the road. “Ya picked a hell of a road to break down on, I’ll tell ya. ‘M usually the only one on it!” You two hit a bump in the road and you yelped. Lester frowned. “What? What’s the matter?”

    You were moment’s from tears, the air was heavy and impossible to breathe. “Please.” Your voice cracked. “Just take me to town.” Lester slammed on the breaks and you pitched forward, catching yourself on the dashboard. It was sticky with something and you quickly sat back up only to have Lester touch you. 

    Lester cupped your cheek and rubbed circles with his thumb. “Don’t worry sweetpea, whatcha cryin’ for? It’s ok, everything’s alright.” When he smiled you turned away and found the door handle but the door didn’t open. “Ah, been meanin’ to get that fixed. Damn thing jammed up, been that way for months. But don’tcha worry, I’ll letcha out when we get there.” He had a sheepish smile on his face as if he was genuinely embarrassed, but you still felt like you were leered at. 

    Letcha out. He didn’t say he’d let you go. 

    You should’ve known better, you should’ve known. But the heat and humidity had been crushing and you were so scared. Eventually the truck turned off the main highway to a paved path closely surrounded by huge trees that cast a deep green shade. You were starting to cry as you lost sight of the main road and Lester took a hand off the wheel to hold your thigh and rubbed soothing circles into your exposed flesh. “Shush, hush now. There’s no need to cry.” 

    Eventually, a small cabin came into view and the truck lurched to a stop. Lester swung his door open and got out. Your eyes flicked madly through the car. A few seconds, you had a few seconds. You tried to find something, anything-- 

    Lester opened your door and jerked his head. “C’mon out.” 

    You licked your lips. “Please,” You sounded pitiful, even to yourself. “I just… I’m just trying to get home.”

    He grabbed your forearm and pulled you out of the truck, nearly throwing you to the ground; if he hadn’t been holding you up you would’ve fallen. “Well you are home. I’m not gonna letcha go anywhere else.”

    “What?” You croaked, meeting his eyes. He was still smiling-- always smiling-- but there was something under it, something sinister that you wished you’d seen earlier. “I don’t understand, L-Lester please. I don’t… I don’t understand.” As Lester pulled you towards the cabin, his grip tightened and your voice raised with panic. “I have money! I have money, just take me back to my car, you can have my car, you can have anything!” 

    As Lester pushed the door open, he chuckled. “Why’d I want a broken down car, c’mon now. You ain’t thinkin’ straight, sweetheart.” You barely registered as you were pulled through a cluttered living room but once he brought you to a cramped bedroom, you finally had had enough. You couldn't pull away so you swung with your other hand, scratching at his face but as soon as you did, Lester shoved you backwards and you hit the hard floor, landing on your back. You sat up quickly, scrambling backwards to get as far away from him as you could, essentially cornering yourself. 

    “You have to let me go,” You were dismayed at how broken and unconvincing you sounded.

    “Not gonna letcha go, sweetpea.” You watched equal parts transfixed and horrified as he pulled his belt through the worn loops of his jeans. For a moment you were convinced he was going to hit you. Lester approached and took both your wrists in his hand, pulling you up and shoving you onto his bed before he started threading the belt through the bars of his headboard. He bound your hands quickly, not giving you any room to protest or break out of his grip. 

    “I won’t tell anyone.” You said, but only because you thought you were supposed to. In the movies, it never worked. You already sounded defeated. “I won’t tell a soul, I’ll never come back here, please just let me go.” 

    Lester gave you a look that filled you with despair. Even he pitied you. “No, no, none o’ that. I’m not mad atchu sweetheart, don’t you even worry.” He ran his hand through your hair and sighed. “I’ll be back real soon,” He leaned down and pressed a kiss into your forehead. “We can’t have anyone findin’ yer car now, can we?”

[1863-project]

Thoughts on Scarlet and Violet now that the new trailer dropped:

I’m so worried that this game is being rushed, that the employees making it are suffering and struggling...this is too many releases too quickly. Gen 9 itself is on schedule, but in between Gen 8 and Gen 9 we had New Snap, PLA, and BDSP (outsourced to ILCA). That’s too many releases in that short span of time for these people to be working normal hours.

I like the little olive. I’m Italian; I feel culturally obligated to like the olive.

Past vs. Future is an interesting theme to explore in a Pokemon game, and I like that there are two different professors depending on the game. The “past” professor has a bit of a cavewoman aesthetic going on. All in all, it makes me hopeful for some really cool fossils this gen.

On that note, Sprigatito deserves to evolve into a Smilodon-like form. We deserve this. We’ve never had a saber-toothed cat Pokemon. Let it be Sprigatito’s final form.

Why did we have to get another Dragon-type legendary with airplane features? Why does this keep happening? I don’t love or hate it, it’s just a bizarre trend. Someone made a post a few days ago about how Dragon-types getting jet plane features was the Pokemon world’s version of carcinization and I think they’re right.

‘Korai’ in Koraidon most likely refers to 古来 (”ancient” or “time-honored”). Perhaps there’s going to be a theme of tradition vs. new ideas?

‘Mirai’ in Miraidon...that’s a word more people know. 未来 generally means “future.”

Speaking of the legendaries, didn’t it look like they were sitting on Gibraltar or something? Obviously a scaled down Gibraltar, but it evoked it in my mind for a moment.

I like Koraidon’s feathers and hope that’s a reference to the fact that a lot of therapod dinosaurs had them. Up Norell, baby!*

I really like the four player co-op! That looks so fun! I think a lot of people have wanted something like this for a while, and the fact that we can explore an open world together is really cool.

I think we can explore a bit more without being bound by the plot? That’s actually...not unlike 1st gen. We were only limited by HMs and opponent levels then, but we could sometimes go past the cities we were in and explore a bit further before doubling back.

An upperclassman as a friendly rival is cool. I wonder who else we’ll meet.

Overall, the games do look interesting, but I’m just so worried about the culture that made them - so many game companies are falling into this now and overworking their employees and it’s really upsetting and unfair. Game Freak, I’m rooting for you to unionize. You all deserve better.

*My childhood hero is a paleontologist named Mark Norell, the director of vertebrate paleontology at the American Museum of Natural History. He was one of the first proponents of dinosaurs having feathers and every time I see it become more culturally accepted my heart soars.

[arduadastra]

69’ing with din but with him on top??? Yes??

This ran away with me because, this prompt? DELICIOUS. It starts real smutty but it ended softly. I have no regrets. It's been a while since I wrote smut so enjoy my filth fest!

Warnings: Slight Dom/Sub, Oral (F and M receiving) swearing, reader being bratty and after sex fluff.

Want something? Ask me here! I write Din, Javi, Ezra, Max P, Frankie, Oberyn and Whiskey.

1.6K - I mean...who knew I was such a hoe for dom Din?

MAJOR NSFW

What an awful fucking day.

Din had sent you out to the local market to pick up food for the next hyperspace jump and somehow you had come back with less than you started with.

When you got there, which took an hour because your speeder had broken down, you realised you had half the credits you actually needed because the other half was still on the ship.

To make matters worse, some twi'lek asshole decided to run into you which made you drop half the fruit you had bought and smash it on the ground below.

As you trekked back, indignant and defeated, you were seething. How can one person royally fuck up that bad? At a simple task nonetheless?

God, Mando was gonna be pissed.

As the ramp lowered you stood, shouldering the few remaining items you could actually buy and you see him waiting for you. He’s got the child cradled in one arm and another on his hip.

You’d almost laugh at the posture if you weren’t so pissed off.

“What took you so long?”

You laughed humourlessly and shoved past him, he grunts and plants his feet, “Hey!”

You swing around, dropping your bag on the floor and point at him, finger hitting his chest plate, “It’s your fault! You said you’d fixed the speeder.”

He says nothing, just drops the child to the ground and stands up straight. “It fucking broke within ten minutes, I had to walk the rest of the way.” You continue, voice rising, “THEN this asshole ran into me and I dropped everything. Didn’t even get much in the first place because I left half the fucking credits here!”

You curse and tug at your hair, walking away from him now, “Fuck, I didn’t even get those cookies you wanted!" You kicked the crest wall and winced at the pain that shot up your leg.

Mando, as always, was a silent observer of your meltdown. He never spoke unless he had to and in all the years you had known him, you’re not sure he’s ever witnessed an outburst from you.

It had just been a shitty day.

“And!” You continue, pointing at him, “You decided that landing on a planet that’s 1000 degrees in the shade was somehow a good plan. I could barely breathe out there, you didn’t think to check the ground temperature, idiot?!”

That got his attention. Immediately you knew you’d fucked up. 

It’s one thing to yell at him but to insult his planning skills? His intelligence? Yeah, that’s game over.

He tilts his head slightly before pressing his vambrace, closing the ramp. He then takes three very measured steps towards you as you back away, your legs hitting the bunk. He stares at you for a long time. His chest barely moves and you suddenly understand why so many cower in the face of him.

His voice is deadly, “Is that anyway to speak to me, adika?”

You sit, “No.” You don’t apologise though, you won’t give him the satisfaction.

He nods once, noting your lack of apology. He is a wall of beskar and silent rage. His voice continues, deeper even through the helmet’s filter “You think I can’t fix a speeder?"

You shake your head.

He crosses his arms, even from a distance he’s an imposing force and you feel yourself heat at the display of dominance, “You think can speak to me like that? Call me an idiot?”

You look down, loving the heat of his gaze on you. You squeeze your thighs together “I was angry. I didn’t mean it."

He leans in at that, a hand bracing on the bed beside you and another coming up to rest at the back of your neck, tilting it and baring you to him. 

He rumbles in your ear, “So how are you gonna make it up to me?"

You whimper and grab at his bicep, “Anything, I’ll do anything. I’ll be good.”

You hear him chuckle darkly, “You better be.”

You lie back, hair fanning across the bed as you undo your shirt and drop it to the floor. You see his helmet tilt down at your exposed breasts and you groan, “Touch me, please.” Your hands reach for him but he shakes his head, his eyes still focused on your chest. “That would be rewarding you Mesh'la, you haven’t earn't me yet.”

He does begin to take off his beskar though, standing above you as he slowly strips and helpless to do anything but watch. He removes the lower half of his flight suit and you feel yourself flood at the sight of his hard cock.

He takes himself in his hand and groans, tilting his head back and exposing the olive-skinned line of his throat. You can’t help but move your hand downwards at the sight but he catches you.

Quickly, he grips your hand and pins it above your head, the other still running against his dick, “uh uh…good girls listen to orders. So strip, but don’t you dare touch yourself.” 

Maker, you loved it when he told you what to do. 

You pulled down the rest of your clothing and couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine as you saw his cock glisten at the action.

“Please, please let me-“

“What? What do you want?”

You whine, “Your cock, please Mando.”

He stops, and brackets himself above you, hand hovering on the light switch, “Say my name.”

You moan, “Din.” 

He clicks the switch.

You gasp at the sudden loss of sight and feel Din moving above you. You also hear the familiar hiss of a helmet being removed and you crane yourself upwards for a kiss. You feel him graze his stubbled jaw across your face, you ache to feel his lips. Din kissed like a man crazed and you needed it.

It never comes.

Instead, you feel him smile against your cheek before flipping himself over, his cock suddenly slipping between your lips. You groan as he thrusts downwards and you suck hard, “You said you wanted my cock mesh���la.”

You feel his hair fall forward against your mound and you whimper around the thickness in your mouth. You feel his hot breath fan your wet clit and you rise your hips to feel more but he lifts away. You grip his waist.

He pushes further into your mouth and you exhale harshly as he starts his rhythm. It's punishing and bruising and you feel him in your throat. You’re powerless below him.

You love it. 

And you know he does too.

He grunts above you, hand fisting in the sheets while the other runs up your thigh, he teases the apex and you kick your leg out.

He grips your ankle with a firm hand and groans as you swirl your tongue around his head, precum bursting out as you do, “Maker. Good girl, such a good girl for me.”

His finger enters you suddenly and you release him from your mouth with a cry, absolutely soaking his fingers in the process. You hear him suck on them when he takes them out and you moan at the image. 

It’s moments like this you wished you could see his face. You wonder what he would look like with your arousal all over his chin, how his eyes would darken as he entered you. You imagine him with dark eyes, there’s no way a man like Din doesn’t have dark eyes. You run your hands up and down his chest, flight suit still covering most of him but your feel the hard planes of muscle under your fingertips and you just wish he would fucking touch you already.

No sooner did you think that he speaks roughly, “I think you’ve apologised enough Cyar’ika.” and spears your pussy with his tongue.

You cry again and he thrusts his cock in your mouth to shut you up. Din is relentless, all those years with a helmet would make you think he would be timid when it came to eating you out.

You couldn’t be more wrong. He was a man possessed as he gripped your thighs and spread you below him and you feel the heat sear in your gut at the hungry display.

He turns his head and sucks a bruise into your thigh, nose brushing your folds and you whine at the burn of his moustache against your sensitive core, “that’s it, cum for me. Cum for your riduur.”

You hadn’t heard that last word before but it sets you off as he laps at your release, moaning around his cock in the process.

“Shit, Shit I-I” Din gasps and you feel his own orgasm fill your mouth, swallowing it down and letting him go with a loud 'pop.’

You gasp and hear him flop next to you, head still down by your feet. After a few minutes catching your breath you lean up on your forearms, looking down at where you assume his face to be, “What did that mean?”

Din stays silent a fraction too long and you raise an eyebrow, “Din?”

“Mhmm.”

You roll your eyes and prod him in the leg, “That word! What did it mean?”

You hear him shuffle around and soon his head is next to yours. While you can’t see him you can tell he’s stalling, “Means a lot of things.”

You wait, turning your head ever so slightly towards him and you feel his breath fan your face, “tell me.”

His hand comes up and grazes your cheek as he softly presses a kiss to your lips and murmurs, “it can mean partner but...” He kisses you again, “I’d like it to mean spouse .”

Your heart soars, “As in?”

“Husband and wife. If you’d like that.”

You kiss him back, hard and press him onto his back, “I’d definitely like that. Riduur”

Din smiles.

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[drac-ho]

Hurt (Draco x Slytherin!Reader)

Summary: you get hurt during a Quidditch match, but the wound hurts Draco more than it hurts you

I got inspo for this on TikTok I hate myself

TW: blood, wounds, angst

“Ten points to Gryffindor!” Lee Jordan’s voice rang through the speakers as you furrowed your brows in frustration. The team’s performance was well below par today - yours included. Umbridge’s harsh study regiments meant that you had less and less time to practice, all the while half the team swanned around with Inquisitory Squad badges on their cloaks. If you were hoping to make a career out of Quidditch, you had to knock some sense into Draco and the rest of his cronies or else this would go down as the worst year Slytherin’s Quidditch team had had in decades. 

“Get your act together, Draco!” You shouted out as he buried his head in his hands after losing sight of the snitch for the third time this game. He immediately looked up, shooting a spiteful grimace in your direction and flew off towards Harry. Despite being a half-blood and a Slytherin, Draco had always had a vendetta against you. You weren’t sure why - you didn’t associate with Potter, only sometimes joking with the twins, and kept mainly to yourself, only ever speaking to Draco when you had to. In fact, you were always, in some ways, sweet to him; you didn’t go out of your way to flood him with compliments but you had never said anything bad to him before - more than what he could say about you. 

You headed back up toward your side of the pitch and waited for someone to bat the quaffle in your direction. Just as you caught it, Angelina Johnson was hot on your tail. You swerved in and out of various players, Draco coming up beside you to your right. “Where’s the snitch?” You quickly asked him, focusing your attention on Oliver Wood who was harbouring one of the hoops. Draco remained silent, instead attempting to blatch you. Assuming it was a mistake, you swerved to the left to move away from him. He moved his broomstick further into yours, causing you to lose balance. “Draco, what are you–”

Before you knew it, you were falling twenty feet to the ground, Lee Jordan’s voice calling out across the stadium. You landed with a snap, immediately feeling a painful burn soaring down the left side of your side. You laid still for a few seconds before you sat up, somehow without any evident broken bones, and looked down at the damage. Your broomstick was snapped in half and you had landed on the jagged bits of wood. There was a bloody tear in your robes where you were clearly wounded but other than that you were fine. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” Marcus Flint asked Draco. Both teams had come back down to the ground to check if you were okay. The crowd looked on in concern but chatted amongst themselves.

“It was an accident Flint!” Draco argued back, looking away. Fred and George knelt down beside you. “You okay to stand, Y/N?” Fred asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he looked you up and down. You nodded your head, allowing the twins to assist you in standing up.  You smiled at the two tall boys as you walked over to Marcus. 

“I can play if Madam Hooch lets me get a spare broom.” You said, eager to get back up there and continue the game. Marcus raised an eyebrow as he looked down at your bleeding torso. He nodded hesitantly, and you breathed a sigh of relief - besides Marcus, you were the best player on the team and he knew letting you sit out would be surrendering the win, which the team desperately needed to avoid losing the championship.

“Out of my way!” You heard Madam Hooch push through players as she finally got to you. “Were you blatched? I didn’t quite see what happened, dear.” You looked at Draco, biting your lip and shook your head. “No, Professor. It was an accident.” She nodded and looked hesitantly at Angelina, who held her arms up in innocence. “Very well, go and clean up and get a spare broom from the changing rooms. We’ll hold the game for ten minutes. If you don’t think you can continue, we’ll have no choice but to substitute in.” Nodding, you turned away and walked back towards the changing rooms. 

Once you were alone, you allowed yourself to wince in pain. You grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf and walked into the bathroom to sort yourself out with the aid of the mirror. Shrugging your cloak off, you lifted up your jersey and stared at the huge gash that was spilling blood. It hurt when you ran your finger over it and you had to bite down on your tongue to avoid crying out in pain - you’d need stitches but Madam Pomfrey would sort you out in no time after the game was over. Tears welled up in your eyes but you wouldn’t let them spill down your cheeks. Your ears were ringing from the pain and your head was clouded as you watched the wound pulsate as you breathed - you didn’t even hear the footsteps echo down the hall. 

“I’m fine.” You gutturally choked out as Draco’s face appeared from behind you in the mirror. His facial expression remained solid as he silently walked over and picked up the first aid kit from atop the sink. He looked through the pack, pulling out bandages, alcohol wipes, gauze and a compress. “These will help.” He said, putting them on the side. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, his eyes trailing down to the wound. You saw him wince for a split second before his face turned stone cold again, almost as if you’d imagined it.

“You can leave now.” You tried hard not to let your voice shake. You wouldn’t break down in front of him, especially considering he was the one who blatched you and pushed you off your broom on purpose. You wondered why he had tried and succeeded to hurt you, but another part of you didn’t care - it was probably just because you hurt his masculinity or something. “I don’t know why you’re attempting to help me anyway, you’re the one who put me here.” Your voice was still shaky and you internally branded yourself for it. He nodded his head slightly, quickly turning on his heel and leaving through the open door. 

You waited a few seconds before you let yourself cry. The pain was so intense it nearly made you pass out when you cleaned the wound with the wipes. You let out a gutteral cry as you held the compress in place and attempted to wrap the gauze and bandage around your abdomen. You choked out tears and small yelps until you were done. 

However, what you hadn’t realised was that Draco was still only just outside of the door. He slouched himself down the wall and onto the floor, holding his head in his hands. Every cry you let out hurt his heart as his eyes welled up. He hadn’t meant to hurt you - he thought that if he gave you a nudge it’d scare you and make you stop calling him out on mistakes he continued making. “I’m so fucking stupid.” He whispered to himself, his own tears slowly running down his cheek as he realised he’d hurt the only girl he loved. 

He stood up, wiping his tears and holding his breath as he looked up at the ceiling, something he’d learnt stopped the crying from all the years of being with his father. He left the corridor and made his way back to his friends before you could see him crying over you - after all, he was sure he’d screwed everything up with you by now.

[dragon-kazansky]

Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

Huge thank you to @rumblelibrary for helping me out with this chapter!

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Part 5

Wanda basically threw you out after breakfast. You were at Escorpión Morado bright and early. The restaurant wasn't open for another hour yet.

It was as if he had been waiting for you. The moment you reached the door, Zemo opened them and let you in. He was smiling at you instantly.

"Morning."

"Good morning."

You smile back and let him lock up again before he leads you into the back. He lets you put your things down and takes you into the kitchen.

There's no one about. Just the two of you.

Suddenly you're feeling rather nervous.

On the counter is everything you needed for today, but Zemo ignored all of that as he brought in some coffee for you. You smiled as he handed over the cup, his fingers brushing against yours. You tried not to let it show that the little touch had affected you.

He had done it on purpose, not that he would tell you that. He just wanted an excuse to touch you a little. Zemo's way of flirting was less obvious sometimes.

He smiles that charming smile at you.

"I'm glad you agreed to help," he says, smile not once faltering.

"You're hard to say no to."

He likes that answer. He chuckles and sips his coffee.

"What are we making?"

"Paella! A proper paella."

"A proper paella?"

"A good paella takes a couple hours to make. I have everything I need, we just have to make it. I'm going to teach you how to cook like a chef," he winks at you.

"When is he coming?"

"This afternoon. That's why I asked you here so early."

"I don't mind. I'm happy to help, though I'm not sure how helpful I'll actually be," you offer and awkward smile. You feel out of place in his kitchen.

His kitchen. This was his domain. Helmut knew it inside and out. He knew every corner. He knew where every utensil lived, every pot and pan, every herb and spice. This was his kingdom and he had let you in.

It felt like an honour to be here.

"Should we start?" You ask, looking at the items he had set out. You felt rather intimidated.

Zemo glances up at the clock.

"Not yet. We have time."

"Alright, I trust you," you smile softly.

"Good. I have one condition while you're in my kitchen."

"What is it?" You felt even more nervous now.

"You have to call me chef. It's the only name I have in here," he grins, mischievously.

Your face felt warm.

"Yes, chef," you say, almost shyly.

"That's more like it," he says, sipping more of the delicious coffee he had made.

You had no idea how you were going to survive in here. With the constant concentration you would be putting in, to the way he looked at you, and now calling him chef, you're not sure your heart could handle it all. It felt as if there was a spell over you and you couldn't break it.

When you had both finished your coffee, he took the cups and put them to the side. He disappeared for a moment, only to return with aprons in hand. He smiles as be holds one out to you. You take it and put it on.

"Are you ready to make something so delicious, you'll never want to eat anything else again?" He asks, chuckling.

"That's quite the statement, chef."

For now he will pretend you actually calling him that wasn't sending his heart soaring and his mind racing. Instead he will act as normally as he can as he spends these next few hours with you.

"It's the truth. Until you have tried a real paella, you haven't experienced anything," he winks at you.

Helmut preps the paella pan.

"I've prepped everything, we just have to cook it."

"I've never cooked paella before," you tell him, looking at him in worry.

"Don't panic, I'm right here. I'll guide you."

That smile he gives you reassures you. You're in good hands.

He pours in the olive oil and sprinkles salt in a circle around the edge of the pan. He's smiling as he does it. You should be watching his cooking, but your eyes are drawn to his face instead. You could look at him for hours.

He knows you're looking. He can feel your eyes on him. He turns his head slightly, eyes flicking to you. His smile becomes a smirk as he meets your gaze.

You become flustered.

"The chicken and rabbit, if you would," he nods over to where meat was waiting.

You hand them over. He pops them into the pan with a flourish and looks at you with a little grin.

"We're going to brown the meat, so in the meantime, tell me what you and your friend have been up to."

"She took me bowling yesterday. She used to go with her brother."

"Ah yes, I know where she took you. I've never actually been."

"No?"

"No. I have spent a majority of my life in a kitchen," he chuckles. The sound makes you smile.

"I can believe that. Have you always wanted to be a chef?"

"Yes. Ever since I was a boy. I take pride in what I do. If it's not perfect, it doesn't get served, and nothing I have ever made has never not been perfect."

You smile as he grins at you. Those are easy words to believe.

"I wish I could cook like you."

"You could if you learnt how."

"I never seem to have the time to learn," you say, softly. He glances at you, seeing a longing look in your eyes as you look at the meat in the pan.

"Would you like a go at turning them? They need to be brown on both sides."

"Uh, sure."

"Don't worry, I'll be right here."

You take over from him. Zemo stands so close next to you, eyes on the food as you turn the meat over. You're so very aware of how close he is to you. You're doing everything you can to keep focused on the cooking.

After 20 minutes pass by, he takes over again. He pushes all the meat the sides of the pan and nods over to the green beans he had prepped earlier.

"Could you pass me those, please?"

You nod and hand them over. He puts them into it the centre of the pan, right in the middle of the ring of chicken and rabbit.

He sautès them.

"I could teach you to cook. Honestly. It would be my pleasure to be your teacher."

"That's a nice offer, but I'm here with Wanda. I should spend as much time as possible with her."

"Except, you're here now," he smirks.

"Well, yeah... you asked me here."

"And I'm asking you again."

"I'll have to go back home at some point. How much could you teach me in just a few days?"

He looks you in the eye.

"A lot, but what if you didn't go home. What if you stayed here. You could find a home in Sokovia, I could see you every day."

You look away with a chuckle.

"I would say you're crazy."

"Somebody has to be. Without crazy people, nothing would get done. If you go home, I'll be left here missing you."

"You would miss me?"

"Of course I would. You're special."

He says this without looking at you, concentrating on the cooking, but you knew he meant it. It was the way he said it.

Helmut adds garlic and then butter beans.

"This already looks so good," you say, smiling at the both the look and scent of the food.

"Wait until it's finished."

It feels a shame to know this was for Tony Stark. You would love nothing more than to dig in to this paella yourself.

"Would you like the honours of adding the paprika?"

You nod and add it to his instructions. You add the crushed tomatoes and watch as he mixes everything together.

Now he adds the water. Being the professional he is, he knows exactly the ratio to add. He has very obviously done this many times before. You're almost mesmerized by him.

He lets it simmer.

"If you did move here, you wouldn't have to worry about a job. You would be very welcome in my restaurant."

"You're serious about this, aren't you?" You look at him.

"Sí."

You smile softly.

"I can't just up and leave everything."

"Do you have someone waiting for you back home?" He asks, avoiding looking at you. It would make sense to him that you would have. He should have checked before hand, because now he feels a fool.

"No."

Nevermind. He's over the moon.

"Then why are you hesitating?"

"Because I don't know what I would do here. You're offering me a job, you're asking me to move out here. You don't even really know me. I'm just someone you met last year while on my holiday."

"I know enough about you to know you're special and magnificent. I know enough to like you. I would hate to say goodbye not knowing when or if you would return."

"I've really made an impact on you, haven't I?"

"Sí," he grins at you again.

"Since you're being so honest with me, then I suppose it's only fair I'm honest with you."

"Please."

"You have also made an impact on me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met. I'm in love with your food, your restaurant. I admire everything you have done to keep your father's business alive. I love your country and want nothing more than to stay."

"So stay."

"I... I don't think I can."

He looks back at the food, lowering the heat to let it simmer some more. He thought he was so close to having you, but perhaps it's just not meant to be.

"Can't blame a man for trying."

You hate the way he sounded so defeated. It didn't suit him at all.

"Helmut..."

"Ah ah, what did I say?" He looks at you, turning that confidence back on.

"Chef, right."

"Yes. I only have one name in my kitchen, remember it."

Helmut adds the rice to perfection. He puts down the wooden spoon, that he had used to mix everything, and stands over it. Now it's all about the heat.

Zemo glances at you. You're looking at the pan. He uses your distraction as a moment to admire you.

You're so beautiful. So stunning.

He wants you to stay so badly. It's so very selfish of him, but he wants it. He's not prepared to let you go, not when he wants to see you every single day, speak to you every single day, teach you, work with you, be around you every single day.

You're something so special and this chef is so worried he will lose you.

You're looking at him. He turns his head quickly to adjust the heat.

He knows the exact moment it's done.

"This is a paella," he says, smiling down at the finished project. You smile at it. It smells wonderful.

Before you can day anything, Sam enters the kitchen.

"It's almost time."

Looking up at the clock, you hadn't noticed how much time had passed. Helmut had cute a lot of the time off by preparing the ingredients before hand, but cooking the paella took up quite a bit of time.

"You make sure the table is perfect, Sam. We will bring out the rest momentarily."

Sam nods and heads back out front. You removes your apron, placing it next to Helmut's on the counter and watch as he sorts himself out.

"How do I look?" He asks, looking at you.

"Handsome as always, chef."

He grins, winking at you. He swipes at your cheek quickly, brushing away something you couldn't see. He won't tell you there wasn't anything there, he just wanted an excuse to touch you in some way.

"Shall we?"

"You want me to come with you?" You ask, shocked me would even want you there.

"Of course. We did this together, we should see it through together."

You smile.

Helmut holds out his hand. You take it. It's bigger than yours, warm too. He leads you out front.

Tony Stark enters the building with another man. They both look around the place. You both stop to greet them near the entrance. Zemo doesn't let go of your hand as he smiles at the two men.

"Welcome to Escorpión Morado. I am Helmut Zemo, the owner and the chef," he smiles as introduces himself.

"We've met, but this Stephen Strange. He's investing in my restaurant. Who is this?" Stark turns to you.

Zemo let's go of your hand in favour of placing it on your back as he smiles at you.

"This is Y/N, a dear friend of mine who has helped me prepare your meal for the day."

Tony looks you up and down.

"This way, if you would." Sam guides the two men to the table that been set up specifically for them. With a nod from Sam, Zemo goes back into the kitchen to fetch the paella. Sam serves them drinks.

You stand there, looking between them both.

Both men a wearing expensive looking suits, and they smell expensive too. It seems strange to you that these two men are opening a restaurant. They didn't come off as the foodie types... more businessmen.

Sure, owning a restaurant is half business, but it should also be full of passion, love and life. It's more than just business.

"Does he pay you well?"

"I'm sorry?" You look at Stark.

"Does he pay well?"

"I, uh... I don't work for him. I'm just helping him today."

"Do you cook?"

"Not on this scale."

"At least you're good looking," he sighs, looking at you over the frame of his shades.

Sam clears his throat, looking at you. You find yourself moving to stand next to him. He smiles softly at you, so you smile back, silently thanking him.

Helmut returns.

Stark and Strange watch as places the paella pan on the table and stands back.

"What's this?"

You frown. How could he not recognise such an iconic dish. Even if you hadn't been travelling around Europe last year, you would know how to recognise a paella.

"Paella. A real paella. Dig in."

"From the pan?"

"No other way to eat it. This is traditionally how paella is eaten. You'll enjoy it."

Stark and Strange look at each other.

They dig in.

"Make sure to get some of the socarrat from the bottom. It's delicious!"

You smile at the way he encourages them, but neither man looks impressed.

Helmut stands with you and Sam as the two gentleman eat.

The seconds tick by incredibly slowly. The two men look at one another as they eat. There's a silent conversation taking place, you can feel Zemo becoming nervous the longer it goes on. You reach out and brush your hand with his. He looks down at your hands, taking yours in his softly.

You offer him a smile.

Both men stand from the table, you both turn to look at them, burrowing your brow at them. They dab at their mouths with their fancy handkerchiefs and turn to you.

"Well, that's something anyway. Good to know we don't have much competition around here. Thank you for your time, we shall be on our way now."

Stark drops an envelope on the table.

You can feel Zemo's hand grip yours a bit tighter now. He's angry.

Both men make their leave without saying anything more. Once they cross the threshold, Zemo storms off into the kitchen without a word.

"Helmut!"

He doesn't look back.

Glancing at Sam, he nods at you. You hurry after Zemo, but stop when you reach the door. Crashing sounds come from within. An angry yell. Things clattering to the floor.

You push open the door quickly.

Helmut pushes everything off the countertops, throwing dishes at the wall. He grips his hair with one hand, messing up the neat style it had previously been resting in.

"Mierda!"

You would find his Spanish endearing if not for the word itself, or the fact he was beyond angry.

Tony Stark had insulted him in the worst way possible.

"Helmut..."

He stops, back turned to you. He runs a hand down his face, using the other one to hold his weight as he leans against the nearest counter.

"He's wrong. You are competition. No food compares to what you make, and I'm not just saying that. He will never be able to make anything that compares to anything you make. Do you know how I know? Because you make your food with love. You enjoy every dish you put out. You make your own food in your own restaurant."

He doesn't say anything, just listens.

"Tony Stark has nothing compared to Helmut Zemo, and soon he will see that."

Zemo turns around slowly. He looks at you. All rage melts from his eyes when they land on you. He sighs softly.

"Thank you."

You smile.

He doesn't smile back, but you know he is truly grateful.

Sam enters the kitchen, the envelope from before now open in his hand. You look at him, taking in the expression on his face.

"I think you'll want to read this."

"What is it?" Helmut asks.

"An invitation."

You share a look with Zemo. Suddenly a cold sweat runs down your back. Dread fills every bone in your body.

Helmut steps forward and takes it from Sam.

You wait as he silently reads it.

He looks up at you.

"We're invited to dinner."

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Spending time with Jesus.

Singing.

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And right now, I’m looking out at the glorious gorgeous picturesque mountains & scenic views of the hillsides as I write ✍️ this.

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Edible Love

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader

Word count: 1.206

Warnings: Fluff, sexual innuendos, filthy thoughts, sarcasm.

Author’s note: A request from @littlefreya​ after I showed her the vagina/breast look-a-like dessert I made in culinary school. I hope you like it <3

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

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You were rarely allowed in the kitchen. Every time you would try to cook, Sy’s 6th sense alerted him of your sneaking around. He would storm into the room, throw you over his shoulder and manhandle you towards the bedroom.

He had tried to teach you once how to make a baked pasta dish, and when you had tried to make it by yourself to surprise him, you had forgotten the dish in the oven, and it had been burned to a crisp, definitely un-edible. Sy had a strong stomach, so he at least tried the food, but as you watched his face forcing to swallow the nasty pasta, you threw the rest out and ordered a large pizza. You had since that time been determined to at least make him something tasty, and you were going to succeed one day.

On your wedding day, he had written in his wedding vows that he would cook for you until death do you part, and then he had whispered in your ear that the only way you were allowed in his kitchen was naked and willing for him to taste your peach and cherry on the counter.

You bargained with Sy for over an hour the day before your 1st anniversary. He still wouldn’t let you use the oven, the stove, and even the microwave had become forbidden to use. But you argued for your case, promising him that you would only make a dessert that would use minimal use of the oven or the stove.

Sy had relented in the end and had helped you go grocery shopping. You had put all kinds of things in the basket to trick him, like radishes, pickled red onions, olives, and black garlic.

“You’re not trying to kill me, are you, buttercup?” Sy asked nervously.

“If I were going to kill you, my love, then you would have already been dead by my cooking years ago.”

Your dear husband roared with laughter, gaining attention from a few other customers in the supermarket around you.

At home, Sy went to work in the backyard, while you started the prep in the kitchen. The captain was standing just outside the back door that led to the kitchen. He was close by in case you needed him or if you were injured. You read the recipe that you had received from your mother-in-law, who had been secretly teaching you the dessert you were making, just so you could surprise your big handsome husband.

You grabbed the peaches from the mountain of fruits you had brought. Peach was your husband’s favourite fruit, so it was the obvious choice. You peeled the peaches and took out the pits before cutting them into bite-size cubes. You looked through the door, watching your big burly man cutting the grass. Almost forgetting your task at hand, seeing his muscular arms pushing the lawn-mower. Your mind turned to mush as you watched sweat dripping from his concentrated forehead.

You went back to the dessert before you did something you were going to regret, as you really wanted to make something for your husband to eat for once. You put a pot of cream on the stove, waiting for it to come to a boil. You added the gelatine, that you fished out from a bowl of cold water, into the cream and poured the warm mixture over some egg yolks and honey you had whipped together earlier. Pouring the cream-mix in small ramekins you set them aside to cool down, while then concentrating on the peaches.

After a while of blending the peaches, it had become a coulis that you wanted to pour over the set panna cottas. You peeled some mandarins to decorate the dessert with.

You hadn’t noticed the time had gone by quicker than expected. In no time, Sy called you to the backyard for dinner. He had set the table there with a white and blue table cloth and had served your dinner on the plates.

Dinner was eaten hurriedly because Syverson always made tasty food. Everything had been made on the grill, the spareribs smeared in homemade barbecue sauce, the corn dripping with butter, and the big baked potatoes covered in tinfoil and smothered with crispy bacon bits, chopped chives and sour cream. You couldn’t wait to bring him the dessert that you had made with love. The panna cotta had set, you thanked your lucky stars for that. You poured the peach coulis on top and set the mandarin slices into somewhat of a circle.

“Dessert is served, captain,” you teased and set the ramekin down in front of him with a spoon next to it.

Sy looked down. The first thought that crossed him was that the mandarins were arranged in a fashion that it looked like… a vagina.

His jeans suddenly grew snug around his hips. His boner growing steadily harder and painful. He looked at his innocent wife, so eager to please him, not even knowing that her efforts alone made his heart soar to the skies.

He had to make a plan on how to make you as lustful as he was. He watched as your eyes grew sad that he wasn’t digging into your dessert right away.

“This looks amazing, love,” he smiled. He grabbed the spoon and dug a large chunk of the panna cotta with the peach coulis out. He opened his mouth and closed his lips around the spoon, moaning as the sweet custard with the peach touched his tongue. Sy slowly moved the spoon out, languidly carving out another bite of the sinful dessert.

All he could think of, as he ate the dish his wife had created for him, was to have your spread out right before him. Legs wrapped around his hips, while he pounded into you with such vigour, you would break the table, and perhaps even break the deck too. He wanted to hear your moans and screams, hear his name falling from those lovely lips of yours, hear you tell him that he was the only one who could make take you into oblivion.

“So… do you like it?” you asked, arousal slowly pooling between your closed thighs. You watched as the big guy ate another bite, groaning, the rumble coming from deep within his chest. His eyes were looking at you with such intensity that you had to look away before you threw the dishes from the table and assaulted him.

“It tastes great, babygirl,” he told you in a low voice, lust filling his deep sound. “But I do want a second dessert.”

“Oh?” you looked at him perplexed, but you knew exactly what was on your husband’s mind. The smirk on his bearded jaw was imminent, while he slowly moved up from his chair.

Sy watched as his angel-wife stood up and watched him through hooded eyes, if you looked up innocence in the dictionary, a picture of you would be front and centre. But in the bedroom, you were a sexual goddess, a vixen of lust, and you left your virtues on the threshold.

“Then you must follow me to the bedroom, where I will serve you, your favourite dessert.”

[lucidtobio]

tendou satori

love confessions don’t always go to plan... at least the first time

[ fluff , light angst if you squint , gn!reader ]

you and tendou had been best friends since you both got accepted into shiratorizawa. even though your personalities were drastically different, he latched onto you on the first day. tendou's bright and outgoing personality contrasting nicely with your more snappy and realistic demeanor.

opposites attract right?

the two of you were practically inseparable. you had all of your classes together, you walked together to your dorms, and he always invited you to watch his practices.

on a particularly rainy day, you found yourself sitting in the shiratorizawa gym bleachers watching the volleyball team's practice. currently they were doing spike and receive drills in pairs. tendou was matched up with semi, the ashy haired setter spiking the ball into tendou's arms.

one hard spike by semi sent tendou stumbling backwards. "oww! that hurt, semi-semi!" tendou whined, rubbing his forearms. semi rolled his eyes and jogged to retrieve another ball. "get up, tendou. it wasn't even that bad."

watching from above, you covered your mouth with your hand to prevent your laughs from escaping. tendou's alert eyes immediately darted to your figure. you quickly dropped your hand from your mouth and let your expression fall flat. "focus, satori-san!" you called out to him.

"you're all so mean to me!" tendou hmphed, standing up before crossing his arms. your lips lifted into a smile watching tendou get back into practice. watching him play always brought up your mood.

when practice had concluded, you waited just inside the gym doors for tendou to finish changing. the other members of the team offered warm smiles and 'goodnight's. finally you spotted his crop of bright red hair next to ushijima's olive toned hair.

"(y/n)-chan! you waited~" tendou cooed, rushing to meet you after waving ushijima away. the rain didn't soak him too bad in the short trips to and from the locker room, but his hair was droopier than usual.

"of course I waited, dummy. we literally go the same way to get home," you deadpanned, fighting the smirk that wanted to take over your face. "just admit you missed me~" tendou grinned while poking your cheek. you swatted his hand away with a frown.

"stop poking me!"

"but you love it~"

"no, i really don't."

"whatever you say, (y/n)-chan."

"i'm serious, satori!"

you sighed before pulling out your umbrella. the rain started falling harder and you really didn't want to get wet. "did you bring your umbrella?" you questioned the red-head. tendou's dark red eyes met your (e/c) ones, letting you know he did not, in fact, bring an umbrella.

"i always tell you when it says it's going to rain, you should bring an umbrella!" you scolded him.

tendou sent you a sheepish smile, saying, "but you always have one, so why do i need one?"

you shook your head and opened your umbrella. gesturing for him to get underneath you said, "come on, let's go. when we get to my room we can make some hot cocoa." he perked up at your words and quickly ducked under the curved plastic.

and so the two of you started the trek to the dorm buildings. it was only about a 5 minute walk, perfect for a small conversation.

tendou walked next to you with his left arm pressed up against your right (which was holding the umbrella) and his right arm carrying his gym bag. the heat from both of your bodies mixed, sending warmth through your bodies.

the boy next to you began humming a quiet tune - probably a song he came up with during practice. that combined with the pattering of the rain relaxed your tense mind.

"say, (n/n), do you like anyone?"

you choked on your spit, any thoughts of serenity quickly exiting your brain. "w-what?!" you exclaimed as you turned to look at him. tendou was already staring at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

"ahem... ah, not at the moment," you mumbled while averting your eyes. "oh," was his simple reply. you peeked over at him and saw the boy staring straight ahead, his face overcome with disappointment.

"what about you? got your eye on anybody?" you asked, trying to lighten his mood as you nudged him slightly. tendou muttered something under his breath, but you couldn't quite catch it. "speak up, dumbass."

"i said you," tendou spoke loudly, stopping and turning to face you. you were slightly concerned, since he wasn't acting like his normal, strange self.

you faced him, still holding the umbrella over the two of you. time seemed to slow as the rain continued pounding onto the pavement and you stared into each others eyes. you felt butterflies flapping around in your stomach and your heart soared; but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

so instead of just rejecting him and continuing to walk, you dropped the umbrella on the sidewalk and ran away. oh shit

"(y/n)! wait!" tendou called, scrambling to pick up the umbrella while also not dropping his gym bag. while the task seemed simple, tendou struggled. by the time he composed himself you were already gone. "fuck," he whispered.

the next few days at school, you were avoiding tendou like the plague. whenever he popped up behind you with a cheerful "ohayo!" you jumped and speed walked in the other direction. every day when you walked home from school alone instead of waiting for the red-head, you kicked yourself for acting so stupidly.

it wasn't that you didn't return his feelings. you were just scared to openly admit that you did.

a few days after his confession, you still hadn't spoken to him at all. your other friends encouraged you to just come out and tell him how you felt. talking with them, you agreed. but in private you went over all the possible ways he could react.

what if he changed his mind?

what if I'm not good enough for him?

what will people say about me now?

the stress of it all kept you up later than usual. before, you would've facetimed tendou to talk to him about what was on your mind. you found yourself tapping on his contact but hesitated before pressing 'call'.

it was at this moment you knew... you fucked up.

in the morning, you rushed to put on your uniform and left the dorm building before your roommate even woke up. you wanted to get to the gym just as the volleyball team's morning practice was ending. sure enough, you only waited outside for a few minutes before the team members starting exiting the gym.

instead of hearing tendou's cheery voice and songs, you were met with ushijima's baritone vocals. oyu stood behind the door to eavesdrop.

"if (y/n) doesn't like you back, then just find someone else," the stoic male offered.

"but I've liked (y/n)-chan for almost two years. plus, they're my bestfriend. like i wouldn't leave you, wakatoshi-kun," tendou sighed, his peppy demeanor now more defeated.

your heart ached seeing him like this. even more so since it was your fault. inhaling a deep breath, you hyped yourself up before jumping in front of the pair.

"satori! i really like you! not in just the friend way!" you shouted. your loud voice and aggressive confession surprised the two boys and even yourself.

at the moment, you all looked like this:

tendou - 😳

ushijima - 😐

you - 🧍

"i am going to exit now," ushijima announced, shouldering his gym bag and walking past you.

when it was just you two, you spoke up again. "i'm sorry for rejecting you the other day. i just didn't want to say it out loud," you apologized, voice trailing off at the end. suddenly, your shoes seemed very interesting to look at as you waited for tendou's reply.

no words were spoken in the next few moments.

falling..

tendou lifted his hand from it's place at his side.

falling..

it rose towards your own.

falling..

fingertips brushed against one another.

falling..

the tape on his fingers lightly scratched yours...

falling..

...as they slowly intertwined.

caught.

the moment was so delicate, yet was also burning itself into your memory.

"let's go to class, satori," you mumbled, shifting your gaze from your connected hands to tendou's eyes.

"hai, hai~" he grinned. no sooner than the words left his mouth, he was already pulling you towards the academic building. you couldn't help but smile as you watched him hum happily to himself.

my little guess monster.

a/n: i'm sorry if tendou is ooc since i never really got into his character-

⤿ written 12.1.2020

⤿ masterlist

[stardustsides]

You’re Such a Heavenly View

Ship: Logince (Logan x Roman)

Word Count: ~1440

Trigger Warnings: None that I can think of!

Synopsis: Logan loves the night sky, and Roman loves to see his fiancé happy. A stargazing date ensues.

Author’s Note: Woo, my first fic! This is just a quick lil oneshot, but I have a ton of other wips too! I hope you enjoy! Reblogs are appreciated if possible! :)

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“There are no stars in the city.”

Roman glanced up from his laptop. Logan was standing by the open window, elbows resting on the windowsill. A cacophony of sounds drifted in from the streets below, taxi drivers laying on their horns and trains screeching to a halt, faint saxophone music from a street musician somewhere far below and the drip-drip-drip of rainwater on their fire escape.

Logan wasn’t looking at him—his gaze was focused on the sky, a wistful expression on his face.

“What?” Roman asked, setting his laptop aside on the couch.

“Hm?” Logan looked over at him, perplexed—before realizing that he must have said the first bit out loud. “Oh,” he said, cheeks pinking, before belatedly angling his face towards the night sky again. “Just. There are no stars in the city. Well—there are, of course, they just aren’t visible due to the amount of light pollution.”

Roman considered this for a moment, then came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder. In the back of his mind, he marveled at the ease of it all—that he could hold Logan, and instead of pulling away, he would instinctively lean into him, as naturally as though Roman’s arms were a warm bed at the end of a long day. It didn’t matter that they had been together for six years, and had been engaged for eight months—Roman doubted that the novelty would ever wear off.

But that wasn’t the matter at hand—and, for a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, staring out at the streets of San Francisco below them. The evening was warm, and the gentle breeze that lifted Roman’s hair smelled of spring rain and dumplings, as there was a Chinese restaurant right next to their apartment building. Roman felt as though he could stay like that forever—holding his fiancé, watching the ever-changing cityscape, and listening to the sounds of all of the lives taking place around them. But Roman could see the longing in Logan’s face, as subtle as it was; Logan had always loved the night sky, had studied and charted it with a sparkling passion. He adored their life in the city, of course—they were both akin to people-watching, and he found comfort in being just another face in a crowd, but Roman knew that a small part of Logan yearned for the sky and its wonders.

So Roman quickly kissed his jawline, let go of Logan, and said, “Then let’s go see some stars.”

Logan looked at him quizzically. “We live in the middle of a city, Roman. It’s highly improbable that there are any good places for stargazing nearby.”

Roman shrugged, already by the door, pulling on a knit cardigan. “Are you coming or not?”

Logan hovered by the window, mouth slightly ajar and brows knit together. Roman knew that his fiancé wasn’t one for spontaneity, but Roman himself was, and Logan never seemed to mind. Especially not when the spontaneous plan in question involved a stargazing date.

And so, after a moment, Logan joined him by the door, shrugging on his own light jacket—after all, April nights are fickle, weather-wise—and muttering something about how there were still dishes waiting to be washed, piled high in the sink.

He stopped his fussing when Roman looped their fingers together, though, lapsing into silence and staring down at their joined hands. If somebody didn’t know Logan, they would likely misinterpret his expression as apathy, indifference—but Roman did know Logan, and was intimately familiar with his facial patterns. He recognized the way that the seemingly ever-present crease between his brows faded, the way it does when he finds something particularly captivating, and he noticed the way his lips parted ever so slightly—as if the thing that has captured his attention has bewitched him so thoroughly he forgot to close his mouth.

No, Roman knew that face, and recognized it for what it was—wonder. Familiarity. Fondness.

It was enough to make Roman surge up and press a brief kiss to his lips, pulling back before Logan even had time to register it, then squeezing his hand and leading him out the door.

Admittedly, it had taken longer than Roman had anticipated to find a place suitable for stargazing. Despite Logan’s warning, he had assumed that there would be someplace close by that would do the trick, but every place he found he deemed completely unacceptable for a date.

Curse Roman and his romantic sensibilities.

They had been driving for over an hour now—the stars were certainly visible at this point, but Roman had insisted on not stopping until he had found the perfect location.

Logan had dozed off in the passenger's seat, snoring lightly. The only sounds in the car for a while were the soft crooning of Frank Sinatra singing “Fly Me to the Moon” on the radio (since Logan was asleep, Roman had no qualms about putting it on), and Logan’s snores.

He heard Logan shift a bit when the car finally slowed to a stop.

“Lo,” he said, gently nudging him. His fiancé stirred again, opening his eyes and looking at Roman blearily, as if his brain was slowly turning back on. Roman smiled softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Hey there, Lo,” he continued, softly rubbing his shoulder. “We’re here.”

Logan blinked at him, once, twice, his sleepy brain clearly trying to remember where it was that they were headed. And all of a sudden, it was as though somebody had flicked the lights on inside Logan’s head, and he leaned forward to peer up through the windshield.

“Where are we?” He asked without looking at Roman, too focused on the sky above. Roman laced their fingers together and kissed the back of Logan’s hand.

“Let’s go and see.” And with that, he released Logan’s hand and opened the car door.

Roman had parked the car on the side of a mountain; the world looked wide open from all the way up here, as if somebody had taken the lid off. The air smelled fresh from spring rain, all the world recently washed clean. Lush mountains rose up all around them, brilliant greens and blues even in the dark.

And there were stars, so many stars.

Logan gaped, head tipped back to marvel at it all. Roman beamed, spreading his arms wide, gesturing to all of it. “Well?”

And Logan looked at him, mouth ajar, eyes wide, and for a moment, the only sounds around them were the faint chittering of insects, distant birdsong, and the rustling of trees.

And then Logan surged forward and kissed him, cupping either side of his face. Roman startled for just a moment, but then he melted into it, one hand gently resting at the nape of Logan’s neck, the other on his cheek. Roman adored it when Logan was like this; usually a stoic pillar, cold and aloof to the rest of the world, but for Roman, just for Roman, he opened up, all light and warmth and love.

And Roman didn’t think he’d ever be able to get over that.

Logan pulled away, wide grey eyes staring at him in wonder. “It’s...wonderful,” he said, eyes drifting to the tree-covered mountaintops, up to the wide open sky filled with stars, and back to Roman. Logan’s face was filled with pure adoration, and Roman’s heart did a flip in his chest because that look was directed at him. “Thank you, Roman.”

Roman laced their fingers together, rubbing gentle circles on the back of his hand with his thumb. “Of course, Starlight.”

And Logan smiled, and Roman’s heart soared, because he did that, he made Logan Winters smile, and oh god, he was so gone for this man.

A moment later, Roman retreated to the car, opening the back door and pulling out a blanket and some pillows.

And minutes later, they were on the roof of the car, curled up against each other, a blanket below them and a sky full of stars above them, and Logan softly pointed out every constellation in the sky.

Logan marveled at the stars, and Roman marveled at Logan.

And they ate the pizza that Roman had picked up on the way, half olives for Logan, half pepperoni for Roman, and Logan laughed at a joke that Roman had made, and Roman asked him questions about space, and the stars twinkled down at them from high, high above.

And at the end, they put their blankets and pillows back into the backseat and piled back into the car, and Logan leaned over the stick shift and kissed Roman again, and Roman smiled, and they began their drive back home.