#to try and make it interesting again. and then they dont even stick to that plot thread!

[amber-angel]

What's the POINT?????

I half expected Misty's fucking chocolate martini to be poisoned, that's how out of left field these stupid plotlines are getting

[figofswords]

the post grad why did i get an art degree what am i even doing what do i want in life where am i going crisis has finally hit i want to. lie down in the dirt. or something

[maareyas]

every time i go to bed and start thinking about where I am in terms of Art in general I have to mentally summon this image

[nadvs]

watch and learn (part two)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

» masterlist

*+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*

You’re at the library the next morning, enjoying how quiet campus is on a Saturday. You’re trying to focus on a discussion board you need to respond in, but your mind is elsewhere.

You can’t believe you agreed to Rafe’s idea. But you don’t regret it. He may be a jerk through and through, but he’s surprisingly a really good listener in bed.

You’re pretty sure he gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had with someone. While it was an awkward challenge guiding him, you realized how liberating it was getting exactly what you wanted instead of quietly hoping the guy you were with knew what to do.

Your phone buzzes and lights up with a text. It’s 9:44 am and the notification is from Rafe.

Rafe: if you ever want practice sucking dick let me know

You flush and instinctually look around to make sure nobody in the barren library can see your screen. You reply: good morning to you too.

You take a second and send another message. The thought of going down on him rouses you. And, of course, the feedback will be helpful.

You: might take you up on that

Rafe: might?

You: might :)

Rafe is lying in bed, nursing a minor hangover. When he thinks about what happened on the other side of the wall in your room last night, he gets turned on all over again.

Feeling you cum around his fingers was fucking amazing. Knowing he did that to you, made you shake like that, was like an achievement. And he wants to keep doing it.

He texts you: we’re having a party on the beach today. bring friends

Rafe’s brand new to the frat, but he has already learned how important it is to invite as many people as he can to events. And if he’s being honest, he really wants to see you again.

You: only if you dont hit on them. i cant subject them to that

He feels his lips quirk up in a smile. When you don’t have a stick up your ass, you’re actually kind of entertaining.

Rafe: wtf why

You: you’re a fuckboy

Rafe: nahh you said i was amazing

You: i said the sex was amazing. and thats only because i told you what to do

Rafe: you can’t take all the credit

You: watch me

Rafe: you’re annoying

You: YOU’RE annoying

You: send me the address and time for the party

He quickly sends you the details.

This is the best idea he’s ever had. No strings attached sex with a hot girl who has zero interest in a relationship and can be brutally honest with him. He gets to fuck and improve his skills. It’s a dream.

Later that afternoon, Rafe watches the setting sun as he hangs out with a couple of his frat brothers in the sand. The party’s slowly starting to fill up, conversations growing in volume over the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

“We don’t host a lot of parties here,” Blake continues to explain to Rafe.

Blake’s a sophomore legacy and Rafe has slowly realized that he sort of looks up to him. He’s involved in the frat and seems to know everybody.

“It’s ‘cause it’s impossible to get people to pay cover, so we don’t even ask for it,” Blake says.

“No door to do it at,” Sam, another sophomore adds with a laugh. Blake looks back and shakes his head.

“Fun police is here,” he hollers. Rafe turns to see pacing towards the keg next to the same girl he saw you with last night.

His pulse quickens as he takes you in. Your shorts are barely covering anything. Damn.

You glare at Blake as you pick up a red solo cup.

“Kidding,” Blake says. “We were kinda being assholes the other night, weren’t we?”

Your lips twist into a small smile. Rafe isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like you looking at Blake like that.

He didn’t mention to anyone that you two hooked up last night. No particular reason - it just didn’t come up. But clearly, he’ll have to fill the guys in later. They need to know you’re off limits.

“Thanks for admitting it,” you say, filling up your cup. “Why can’t you be my neighbor?”

You look over at Rafe, whose jaw is clenched. Him and that temper. Admittedly, you’re already kind of sexually frustrated over how good he looks in his tank top, his big biceps exposed.

“Life’s unfair,” Blake replies with a bigger grin. You return it. It makes Rafe’s blood run hot.

“I guess it is,” you say as your friend finishes filling up her cup.

You walk away and Rafe realizes he didn’t exchange a single word with you. The second you’re out of earshot, he leans towards his buddies.

“I’m hooking up with her,” he tells them.

“Your neighbor?” Sam laughs. “Cap. That chick hates you.”

Rafe almost tells him not to call you a chick because of your advice last night. Wow. He really is learning from you.

“Didn’t hate me last night.” He takes a sip of his beer.

“Wait, for real?” Blake asks.

“Yeah.” Rafe loves the confidence high he’s riding right now.

“How was it?” Blake asks.

Rafe decides to lie. Painting it as a boring experience will make his buddies lose any interest they might have in you.

“Fine,” he says casually. Yeah, right. It was incredible.

Rafe watches Blake turn, surely to check you out.

“She’s cute,” Blake mumbles.

“Bro code, man,” Sam says, slapping his friend’s chest. Rafe is kind of relieved he said that.

“Shit, my bad,” Blake says with a chuckle, looking at Rafe. “You like her?”

“Oh - no,” Rafe laughs. “No.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I talked to her, right?” Blake says it as more of a statement than a question.

Rafe realizes he shouldn’t care. This whole arrangement is so both of you can get better at sex with other people. He doesn’t know what got into him thinking you owed him loyalty. His impulse to be possessive serves no purpose here.

“Go for it,” Rafe says.

Dusk falls as you stand in a crowd with Liv, your feet sunken into the sand as you drink and chat.

You told her about your arrangement with Rafe and were surprised to hear how jealous she was, mentioning how rare it is to find a guy who cares about giving his girl an orgasm.

You had to clarify to her it’s because Rafe’s ego needs all the stroking it can get, especially in the bedroom. And that you are not his girl.

You know it’s a crazy situation to be in with someone, but it’s worth it. You’ll learn what you can from him, and he’ll do the same with you, and then you’ll use what you picked up with people you actually like.

As the night goes on, the crowd gets bigger and closer together. It’s dark at this point, the moon covered with clouds.

Rafe’s been looking at you all night, at your bare legs, thinking about how he had his mouth between them last night.

You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you pull it out, you see a text from Rafe: you ever fucked in a car? or are you too scared lol

You look up to meet his gaze from eight feet away at most, shaking your head in incredulity as he smirks at you.

The abruptness of his message, the promise of doing something so outside your comfort zone, is thrilling. But still, you just have to mess with him.

You reply: too scared :( no thanks

You laugh at the way Rafe’s face contorts at his phone. He looks up at you.

You text again: jk let’s go

He flashes his middle finger to you and you return the gesture. He then cocks his head behind him to signal you to follow.

“Tip for you,” you say when you approach him, walking away from the crowd together. “Don’t flip off a girl you’re trying to fuck.”

“Is that not good foreplay?” Rafe asks with a smirk.

“Aw, did I teach you that word?” you say.

“I knew it before.”

“Sure,” you say. “Just like you knew that girls fake it.”

“You’re annoying,” he groans, amusement in his tone.

“You’re annoying” you say, echoing your text conversation from earlier. You playfully shove his shoulder. He hardly budges.

You approach the parking lot and Rafe pulls out keys to remotely unlock his car.

“Get in,” he says, stopping in front of a large black SUV and opening the right backseat door. You notice the luxury brand immediately.

“This is your car?”

“Got a motorcycle, too,” he replies smugly.

“It makes so much sense now.”

“What?”

“You’re rich,” you realize. Rafe shrugs in such a pompous way.

“And?”

“That’s why you’re so…” you begin. What’s the right word? Entitled? Arrogant? Shameless? “You.”

Rafe scoffs at you, unsure of how to take the comment and unsure if he should even care as you settle in his car. He ambles in behind you, settling on the leather seat and shutting the door.

You don’t feel shy to initiate like you did last night. You straddle him, immediately locking lips, feeling him freeze in what you think is surprise before his hands drag over your hips.

Rafe really wants to grab your ass but he remembers you telling him he shouldn’t jump right to groping.

He tastes like beer and he smells like cologne as you deepen the kiss, weaving your lips together. He dips his tongue into your mouth and your noses nudge together, wet lips smacking in his dark, quiet car.

He shuffles under you, the leather squeaking, allowing you to feel his hard-on between your legs, his hands finally wandering over your ass and gripping hard. Lust burns in your stomach.

Your mind drifts back to what he texted you this morning. You’ve been thinking about it all day. You sit back, unable to see much of Rafe in the darkness, but enough to see that his eyes are half-closed, drunk off the feeling.

“I wanna practice…” you say, stroking him over his shorts. “You know.”

“Say it,” Rafe coaches, his dimples caving into his cheeks. You roll your eyes. Right. This is why you’re doing this. To stop being so reserved.

“Sucking dick,” you finally say. Hearing and watching you as your words spill out of your mouth makes his skin prickle with excitement.

“My turn to teach you, huh?” Rafe’s voice is deep and husky, dripping with desire. You nod, your bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth as you continue to stroke him.

“Should I keep doing this?” you ask, palming him.

“You got it, baby,” he rasps lazily. “Touch it before you put it in your mouth.”

“Fuck,” you half-chuckle. Rafe smirks. He knows you love his dirty talk.

“You can talk, too,” he encourages. “Try it.”

You twist your lips in apprehension, but push yourself past your comfort zone.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” you admit, goosebumps blooming across your skin. “About how your cock is gonna feel down my throat.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, his hands gripping your ass tighter. How’d he get so lucky to be here right now? “That’s good.”

“Yeah?” you whisper, gratified. You unbutton his shorts and pull down his zipper.

“You liked the way it felt inside you last night, didn’t you?” he asks. He shifts to give you the space to pull down his shorts and boxers.

You watch him shut his eyes in pleasure as you wrap your bare hand around him, no fabric in the way anymore.

“I loved it,” you whisper, giving into the impulse to kiss him again. When your thumb rubs over the bead of warm precum on the head of his cock, he bites your bottom lip.

You move to position your head at his groin, your knees on the carpeted floor of his car. You lean forward, slowly putting your lips around the tip, feeling just how wet your panties are when you taste him.

“Shit,” he shudders. You slightly raise your head to dribble spit onto his thick cock, bringing your hand up to rub the moisture over his length.

“Sit up,” Rafe says. “I wanna watch you spit on it again.”

You straighten and the sight of your line of saliva dropping from your mouth to his dick makes Rafe feel like he might go crazy.

His cock is slick now, your hand sliding up and down it easily.

“Should I use both hands?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he huffs. You nod, both your palms rubbing over his girth, cupping and twisting.

He’s about to tell you to start using your mouth, but you drop a hand, leaving the other at his base, and take him in.

Your hot, wet mouth feels unbelievable. You start to suck and slide over him nicely, leaning up and down.

“Squeeze harder,” he instructs, and you nod with his cock still in your mouth, your hold stiffening at his base. You’d assume gripping this tight would hurt, but this is why you’re doing this with him. To learn.

You take a little more of him with every dip of your head, lips locked as spit dribbles down your chin. The sound of your slurping is fucking amazing to him. Your tongue twists and curls as you move.

“Keep using your tongue like that,” Rafe says to you, his words whispered and rushed. “And take as much of my cock as you can. Try to take all of it.”

You nod again, pushing down, gagging but reaching all of him, your nose touching his toned stomach.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans. “Good fucking girl.”

The praise makes you stir with enticement as you pull back, then take all of his length again, flicking your tongue.

“Just like that,” Rafe grunts, his voice hoarse. “Look at me.”

You meet his eyes in the shadowed car, his chest heaving. Rafe might just lose his mind at the way you look with your mouth stuffed with his cock. He reminds himself this is supposed to be instructional.

“Guys love this shit, okay?” he says. “When you look up like that.”

You pull back, making him watch his cock slowly get uncovered as you pop off of him.

“Is it wet enough?” you ask.

“Yeah, baby, you’re doing a good job,” he replies. You nod and sink onto him again, starting to move faster, moving your hand in sync with your mouth.

“Hold my balls,” he tells you. “Not too tight.”

You obey, cupping the soft flesh with one hand while the other remains wrapped around his cock. You squeeze gently, massaging his balls and earning a deep groan from him.

Wow. You really are learning a lot from him.

Rafe feels his stomach tighten. He’s close.

“You gonna swallow?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say, muffled and vibrating over his cock. You never have before, but you really want to impress Rafe and do this right.

He starts to shake, his voice reduced to a whimper. You feel him get even harder, then shudder.

His hot cum hits the back of your throat in one hard splash, trailed by short spurts. He moans his way through his orgasm, his load heavy.

You take it all, making him smile as he looks down at you, panting.

“That was… fuck…” Rafe huffs, titling his head back, his jawline sharp.

It’s pretty gratifying seeing such a big, loud, arrogant man reduced to this tired, heaving mess. He rakes a hand through his hair as you shift to sit next to him.

“A-plus?” you ask. You’re expecting him to tease you but he nods.

“Fuck yeah,” he laughs. “Give me a few minutes. I want you to show me how to make you cum on my dick.”

Nerves suddenly bubble in your stomach. Even after what you just did, the thought of fucking him in here makes you feel on edge.

“Let’s do that another night,” you say, adjusting your top.

“What? Why?” he asks. He looks at you, lips still parted as he breathes heavily.

“We could get caught.”

“The windows are tinted,” Rafe tells you. “Nobody knows we’re even in here.”

You look away, which by now, he has learned means you’re embarrassed.

“Holy shit, why do you get so nervous all of a sudden?” he laughs. “Do you feel bad for liking sex or something?”

You swallow hard. You never thought about it but... maybe he’s right. There always is a little bit of shame attached to every hook-up you have.

He called you out on your lack of confidence last night. Here he is, doing it again.

Rafe doesn’t understand how a girl can be so sure of herself one minute, then ashamed the next.

“Relax,” he says. “Don’t think. Just answer, understand?”

“Okay,” you say.

“Do you want to fuck?”

You nod.

“Say it.”

“Yeah, I do,” you relent.

“Then take your clothes off.”

(part three)

if you want notifications on when i post my fics, follow @xorafe-library and turn on notifications 💘

[moonsaver]

Thinking ab Yan!Dr. Ratio in arranged marriage.. in whichever setting, I dont know

He doesn't like the idea of it at all. He opposes it until he can't. It would have to be a painstakingly limiting situation for him to even marry anyone, especially someone that's arranged.

When it comes to actually talking with him and setting out boundaries – he's not interested at all. He doesn't want to know you, he doesn't care, and he thinks it most likely won't change, and he'll remain uninterested..

If it weren't for the fact he's so damn touch starved.

He finds out by a lazy morning in the kitchen, your hands accidentally brushing each others as both of you carry on your routines in your own world. He doesn't realise ‐its just a brief feeling of nice. And his hand subconsciously tilts a bit to touch yours again, to emptiness. Your hand already moved away. And Aeons, he just can't get the feeling out of his head. He loved that brief moment where you both touched and he hates it.

And neither of you actually realises just how clingy he is, because he builds up to it so slowly. He pulls you along to some of his lectures, and sometimes you protest. He grabs your hand, and secretly relishes just how good the contact feels. He says there's something on your face with an annoyed tone, and brushes it off, his fingers lingering near your lips a little longer than they should. Whenever you walk by him, your scent practically intoxicates him, his head whips up from whichever book he fancied that day just to find the source of the scent, which he knows deep down, very well, it has always been you.

And it infuriates him. You have such a grip on him that it drives him up a wall.

And Aeons, he loves the feeling so so much.

He forces you to take a bath with him, telling you to keep the bathrobe on if you want to but it is a must that you join him. He tells you to move closer with a stern voice, impatience bubbling inside of him, all covered up with his signature scowl. The water sloshes as you move and his hand almost eagerly snakes around your waist, holding you snug against him. He fills the noise by asking you all sorts of things, calling you an idiot, and going on a ramble about some or the other complicated topic, trying so hard to not just hold you and bite into your shoulder, arm, neck, wherever his eyes can see your skin. You're practically driving him feral.

Oh dear, he swears he doesn't care about you. He cares even less about your personal life and whatever daily affairs you carry on. It's none of his business and he doesn't want it. But seeing you talk and become so chummy with another man boils a kind of anger he's never experienced before. As if to prove him wrong, Veritas tells you to sleep beside him at night, not answering your "why"s and shutting you up in an instant with something or the other. The summer heat is bad, but it's even worse with Veritas practically sticking himself to you, the direct skin-to-skin contact creating an absurd amount of sweat and humidity under the covers. His arms just tighten their grip around you if you ask him to get off. He won't. He needs to prove to himself, that bumbling buffoon won't ever get as close to you as he can. He will make sure of it.

And suddenly, he starts presenting just how possessive he is behind doors. He always keeps an eye on what you're up to from behind you, telling you to stop overthinking and to just come to him, that it'll take you months to understand this concept, and to just let him help you instead. Who else would tolerate you as well as him? Just let his hand keep it's deathly grip on your thigh, or arm, maybe even your waist. Its a fair exchange, and he's being generous, when it really comes down to it. Ugh, you're testing his patience too much. Just.. let him shut you up with a harsh kiss, don't ask, and let him continue. Keep listening, or he'll test you, and he won't go easy on you if you get those questions wrong. He has a lot of pent up frustration about you, anyway. You'll only give him a reason to take it out on you.

Don't bother going outside. Just invite your friends here, instead. You'll waste more than half your break-time just travelling alone. Maybe your idiot friends can join in on the study sessions, so Veritas knows what kind of people you enjoy surrounding yourself with. Of course, he isn't amused at all. Idiots, the lot of them. Is this who entertains you? He scoffs. Perhaps letting you talk to them in the first place was a mistake. Yes, of course.. just talk to him, instead. He's much better than them. You'll only waste your time around them.

[mythalism]

That post you reblogged made me realize that Rook being uncurious and only thinking in straight lines got them recruited because Varric doesn't want someone who could be easily swayed to Solas's side. If the Inquisitor was a romanced Lavellan, I can see Varric viewing his boss as someone who isn't thinking straight when it comes to Solas, and it's probably why even Lavellan herself seeks out Rook's opinion on whether or not to reconcile with Solas, because Rook is expected to be incapable falling for Solas's "charm", which could literally just be Solas telling the truth, but anyway. Realizing this does make the game worse for me, 'cause it feels like a minority's plight being brushed aside in favor of a centrist's need to defend the status quo. Sorry for rambling. Thanks for reblogging that post. :)

i think this is a really interesting watsonian way of looking at this but i agree its ultimately a flop. playing up rook's supposed lack of bias and value as an outside perspective when it came to solas could have been really interesting too if it wasnt being done in a way that was ultimately designed to rob the situation of nuance rather than add it. imagine if alongside harding's rose-colored view of the inquisitor and their relationship to solas you had another companion (or even ghost varric. or advisor!merrill because she should have been there) warning you to be wary of anything they say about him, that they're biased in his favor and untrustworthy.

with a lavellan you could have bellara or davrin warning you of how they grew up hearing the story of how the inquisitor betrayed their people when they fell for the dread wolf's tricks. how the tale of a romanced, vallaslin-less lavellan is now whispered around dalish campfires to elven children as a lesson of exactly what will happen if they ignore the keeper's wisdom and allow the dread wolf to catch their scent. another betrayer who trusted fen'harel and lost their blood writing. who got their clan killed. who lost everything. toss in a couple bad-faith interpretations of the inquisition's greatest PR nightmares and its a perfect mirror of how solas's story was misconstrued in the same way. of course, none of it is the truth. it wasn't really their fault. they didnt know! wait. where have i heard that before...

and then rook goes to meet them - all of these disparate views of who they are fresh in their minds. are they the kind, admirable, worthy, holy savior that harding idolizes? are they a tragic, pathetic fool chasing after a doomed love? are they a fen'harel sympathizing turncoat elf who's about to manipulate you into dooming the world (again)? are they just a person doing their best? (are they just like you?) well. rook is the perfect person to make that judgement! right? because they're so perfectly unbiased and completely objective, because being completely unbiased and objective as a person is possible, right? and because being unbiased and objective IS the goal and is always superior to being swayed by passion or emotion, right? except. now the inquisitor is in front of you and... its kind of hard to tell. they seem like anyone else you've talked to. they seem a little sad and lonely. they are pretty level-headed about the whole thing. more than you expected. an inquisitor with high approval with solas would speak about him positively, maybe a little love-sick, but they dont seem completely bamboozled. one who hated solas would speak of him with disdain, but... how can you be sure they arent just lying? they worked with him for a year. they let him stick around in their inner circle! they could be trying to fool you into a false sense of security!

maybe you have to accept or deny their help, or accept or deny a plan they present. it seems pretty sound, but how can you know? is it all a ploy to betray you and save him? can they be trusted? if you reject them; harding and the other companions that view them positively are furious. how could you have just denied one of the greatest allies to your cause? but if you choose to trust them, the companions who distrust the inquisitor are just as angry. how could you have put the entire fate of the world at jeopardy like this!? your sympathy is going to get everyone killed! they're manipulating you just like he does! how could you trust someone so clearly under solas's thumb!?

no, listen, its ok, rook tells them. they're different, because rook is not biased. thats why varric chose them, remember!? rook has an outsider's perspective, and thats what we needed, remember!? the attachment to solas that the inquisitor had, no matter the strength of it (loathing vs love) was a weakness! dont you see!? rook's outsider, unbiased, objective perspective on the situation was better! only through this perspective could they make the CORRECT choice!

except... you dont know solas. you dont know anything real about him. you dont know what is meaningful to him, his weaknesses, his desires. you dont know him as a person, only as an abstract god-like figure. you dont understand how his brain works. you dont know that he hates tea and can beat anyone in chess. you didnt take the time to understand him. just like you didnt take the time to understand the inquisitor. and now, without the inquisitor's aid you lose valuable information, allies, resources. your final battle gets significantly harder. you are locked out of specific endings. maybe your companions die.

all because you fell into the same trap as solas. you refused to trust. you refused to take the time to understand your opponent. you wrote them off as villainous, untrustworthy, betrayer. you gave myth the weight of history. you tried to do it all on your own. you couldn't acknowledge the bias inherent within yourself. you thought you were the only one who could make the right decision for the world. rather prideful, isnt it?

[servicpop]

AUGH THE COWBOY FIC WAS SO FUCKING CUTE FHSHJSBUSKFDSKUS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!! OUUUUUU

I ALREADY HAVE ANOTHER IDEA FOR THEM!!!! so the reader eventually has to get to the next town for a week or two for a series of shows, reader tells Cole where he’ll be and where he’ll preform so Cole can send him a letter if he’d like. Cole obviously send a him letters and reader writes back every time. But one day Cole doesn’t send reader a response and this makes him think Cole lost interest for some reason, so readers moping around and complaining about it to other show girls until Cole shows up at the place their preforming. Reader spots Cole in the crowd and gets excited immediately and the rest of the show he has a wide smile up until he can go out and talk to Cole who has flowers for the reader!!!

THIS CAN END FLUFFY OR SMUTTY OR BOTH IDC I JUST LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH YOU DONT GET IT IM CRAZY RAH :3

-🎱

✶ ﹑ㅤletters & flowersㅤ﹏

NOW STARRING : Cole the cowboy x 'showgirl' m!reader

「ㅤSFW & NSFWㅤ」ㅤhalf is sfw and half is nsfw (the nsfw part will be separated and labelled as nsfw!)

✙ NSFW warnings — sub!top cole, dom!bottom/power bottom reader, cole is a virgin, riding, tummy bulge, cole is more vocal than reader, first time

notes ,, go to part one if you haven't read it already! Not proofread !!

You were able to extend your stay at Pinecrest just for a little while, and during your time here you were able to meet so many people and learn so many things about agriculture, farming, taking care of animals, and you even got to meet the local dog, Scout. More importantly, you were able to spend more time with Cole. He took you out almost every night to go sightseeing, taking you to his favourite spots whether it was in the mountains or by the lake. He even taught you how to ride your own horse and named her Taffy after you; since you were so sweet.

Nothing could've replaced those star-filled nights where it was just you and Cole with your horses, Taffy and Spirit, enjoying the cool breeze and endless conversations that seemed to meander. However, you were a busy man, especially while being in the entertainment industry you didn't have time to stick around forever. You could feel your heart sink just a little bit when your manager had announced that another show would be held in the next town for a few weeks. Of course you enjoyed your line of work, you loved performing, loved being on stage and hearing the cheers of others, but you also loved Cole's company. You knew that Cole had a role here at Pinecrest and it would've been selfish of you to ask him to come with you. But, it wasn't like you were going to keep this whole ordeal a secret from him.

"Cole?" Your voice seemed to break the silence; his head turned to look at you, "Yeah?" Cole's voice was warm, and gentle with a hint of ruggedness like honey dripping over gravel, and the way his eyes glittered when they met yours was enough to make your legs weak under the eye contact, causing you to splutter when you decided to speak again. "I– I have to leave tomorrow, I got another show I need to do at the next town," You mumble, shying away from his entrancing gaze. The cogs in his rusty little brain were visibly turning as Cole stared at you blankly with his lips parted like he was trying to comprehend your words. You can tell it finally settled in his mind when his face deflated like a sad puppy, "You're leavin' sugar?" His voice wavers as he stared at you; the fingers that were once tracing the rim of his glass paused, and the bartender took this moment of Cole's sad expression as a cue to refill his cup with root beer.

Oh, you couldn't do this to him. It was almost like kicking an abandoned puppy on the side of the road — totally cruel. You proposed the idea of sending letters and his sad puppy expression lifted just a little. Fishing in your bag you pulled out a flyer of your next show, sliding it across the counter so he could keep a copy for himself, "Here, send them to this address," you tapped the words in bold that say where you were performing. Cole — of course — takes the flyer eagerly, scanning over it to mentally note down the information written on it, "I'll definitely be sendin' you letters honey," Cole smiled with his dimples peeking through. He picked up his glass of beer and placed it between his lips to take a swig before he started blabbering about whatever came to his mind, a common habit of Cole, and you were always keen to listen to his rambles. You could listen to his voice all night long.

Unfortunately, Cole's most dreaded day came when you had to leave for the next town. He most definitely was one of the first people to wake up at the crack of dawn to catch you before you left, pressing a light, lingering kiss on the back of your palm as if you were a prince and he was nothing but a humble knight. After the townspeople waved you off, you and your fellow performers left via the vans. It was approximately a four hour ride, it would've been quicker if you took the train but your manager insisted to go by car for the scenery. You felt yourself missing Cole more than ever, more than anyone else that you've met and being in multiple towns and countries, you've met alot of people.

Your show was held over four days with a one day break in between and a few free days to explore the area — a total of one week and 3 days. As promised, after settling down in the new town, you received letters every morning from Cole. They usually contained heartfelt messages about his day, his animals, what he ate for every meal, some local gossip, and of course expressing how much he missed you. He even signed every letter with small doodles of what you assumed to be him and Scout. Sometimes, he'd even attach small poloroids of himself usually with Taffy and Spirit in the back. Every night when you had time to spare you scavenged your hotel room for a spare piece of paper and a pen, writing back a response with your signature and some doodles that were definitely not as good as Cole's. It's corny, but you kissed the envelop after sealing it before sending it off back to him.

One day after your 2nd show, you stopped receiving letters, and it really messed up your mood. Did Cole lose interest? Had he found someone better than you? Was it because you were away? All these thoughts ran through your mind and you found yourself slumped at the vanity, complaining and whining to the other showgirls on how you felt like he didn't like you anymore. Knowing how supportive the girls are, they always attempted to comfort you, patting your back and reassuring you that he might’ve just not had any time to write back, that he was busy tending the cattle and whatnot. But no matter what they said, that feeling if a pit in your stomach lingered for the 3rd show. Your aura wasn't the same, your energy wasn't the same, you couldn't perform as well as you did the first two shows.

But suddenly, you felt a strange, familiar pair of eyes staring at you from the crowd. Mid dance, your eyes scanned the sea of people and caught on that dear smile that seemed to light up even the darkest of nights. Cole. That stupidly charming cowboy was nestled in between the bodies of others looking at you. Just you with those eyes filled with admiration. Your heart skipped a beat — or multiple — and you felt your lips involuntarily curl up into a smile.

"That's it. That's the smile I love."

With a new-found burst of energy, your limbs no longer felt sluggish and that fake smile was replaced with a genuine one. All of the sudden, the spotlight seemed to focus on you, highlighting the sequins that glittered on your costume and your bright smile. The other showgirls seemed to notice your change in mood and they all shot you small smiles, watching at how your hips swayed with the beat of the music and how your dance lightened up the atmosphere. You couldn't wait to see him.

Once the performance ended and you and the other performers bowed, you immediately ran out into the crowd, searching frantically for Cole but no matter how hard you looked and pushed through the people, you couldn't find Cole. Your feet picked up in speed as you ran outside, looking around to find Cole leaning against a streetlight with a bouquet in his hands. "Hey," You huffed, catching your breath from all that running around. "You were— amazing, sweetheart," Cole smiled, extending his arm out for you to take the bouquet of dasies, "U–uhm, the daises are hand picked if— if you were wonderin'." From the way he was stuttering over his words like a highschool boy confessing to his crush, and how his eyes focused on anything but your face, you could tell he's never given flowers to anyone in such a romantic way. They were beautiful, all thoughtfully placed together to make the bouquet aesthetically pleasing with a white ribbon tied around the stems with a small bow. You took the bouquet before wrapping your arms around Cole in a warm embrace. He didn't expect you to hug him so abruptly but he for sure did not complain, taking only a second to return the hug, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "I've never seen you smile so wide before darlin,' were you excited to see me?" Cole chuckled, keeping your face pressed against his cheek as he tangled his fingers through your hair. A small laugh escaped your lips too as you teased back, "Don't get ahead of yourself now."

After catching up a bit on the way back to your hotel, you found out through Cole that one of his cows gave birth to an adorable baby he named 'Choco' from its brown coloured fur. He really did have a quirk in naming animals. Once back, he helped you find a vase for your daisies, filling it up with water before carefully plopping your flowers in them. You flopped onto the bed, bouncing slightly from how plush the mattress was, and Cole followed shortly, laying right beside you. As you laid on the bed with your eyes staring up at the white ceiling, you felt a hand tangle with yours, turning your head to meet Cole's grin and his hands holding yours tightly. "Thanks for coming tonight," You were more than happy that he actually took the time out of his day to come all the way here to watch you perform again, "You know I'd do anythin' for you sugar," He cooed, squishing your cheeks between his fingers before he brought your face to his, giving you a small peck on the lips. You always loved how soft and gentle Cole's lips felt agaisnt yours, and they always had a faint taste of strawberries on them.

"That's too corny,"

"You want corn? We can go to the corn fields sometime if that's what you want"

And that earnt a pillow straight to his face.

One kiss turned into two, maybe three, with you leaning over Cole's body while he was still laying down. His arm snaked over to hook around your waist, pulling you closer to him and tangling his legs with yours. As he presses his body agaisnt yours, you felt him poke at your thigh. He was excited, something that you didn't expect from sweet little Cole. He seemed to notice and it was evident through the blush that creeped up his neck, "S–sorry... it's instinct y'know?" His words stumble over eachother and he brings a hand to his face, hiding behind the comfort of his palms as embarrassment ate away at him. It was adorable! This guy being such a flustered mess just from a few kisses and you haven't even done anything that intimate yet.

You reassure him, obviously; you tell him that it's natural and that it's okay to react this way. But then it strikes you. He seemed so inexperienced, so shy about everything. Was Cole a virgin? "I've never done anythin' like this before... I've never felt this way about someone else," His usually loud and confident voice was now reduced to a soft, nervous whisper. He shuffled slightly, pulling you up and onto his lap, his eyes glittered with nervousness and excitement, "D'you think you could show me a thing or two?" Damn. The way he's looking at you with pure love and sincerity made your blood pump faster from how quick your heart was beating. You've been dying for this too, so why not?

You helped him undress before following shortly after, discarding your clothes somewhere in the hotel. He was surprisingly big— like really big. His pretty pink tip was already glistening with pre-cum from the previous kisses and he had a prominent vein that ran down the underside of his cock that was bound to be a sensitive spot for him. Cole was also more built than you expected, he had toned muscles that were most defined in his arms and he had pretty big pecs. They were like pillows, you'd have to convince him to let you sleep on them later. Cole refused to look you in the eyes while you rummaged the beside drawers for lube. You put a generous amount on your palm before placing the bottle down and turning to face Cole, who was trembling like a little mouse.

"Relax," you cooed, wrapping your lubed up hand around his shaft, pumping slowly to coat him. His body physically jerked once he felt the cool substance around his cock, and a low whine slipped from his lips. Cole's breathing became more heavy as you slowly stroked his length, his eyes fluttered with every movement. Once you deemed that to be enough, you slowly moved to hover over his lap and Cole's hands immediately went up to grip your hips for stability. You knew this would hurt; you weren't properly prepared but you didn't care that much. Slowly, you sunk down on Cole's cock, feeling the slight burn as you bit back small whimpers. "You okay sugar? 'Mnot hurtin' you am I?" Cole grunted, his fingers gripping your hips even more, guiding you down his length. He was concerned, yes, but he also couldn't help from twitching inside you.

"I'm fine," you replied with a small huff once you were able to take Cole in fully, relaxing a bit so you could get used to his size. Cole on the other hand was certainly not relaxing. You could almost see the muscles on his arm tense and he had this unfamiliar look in his eyes like he was desperate for something, any sort of movement from you. After awhile of just silence and stillness, Cole's resolve finally caved in, "Oh, please sweetheart, please move. Anythin'! I need to feel you, please," he whined like a little puppy, staring into your eyes as if he was going to die if you didn't give him any sort of relief. But that wasn't any fun now was it?

You leaned down, your hips rolling slightly in accord to your movements, and pressed a honeyed kiss on the outer corner of Cole's lips. That little movement with your hips almost made Cole cum on the spot. "You can't do that t'me," Cole's eyes gleamed over with tears, dampening his eyelashes. All wet and pretty. He swore he'd actually start crying if you didn't move. "Alright, alright, sorry," you apologised but didn't really mean it — he was so adorable begging you just to move. But, you weren't that cruel. A string of 'thank you's poured out of Cole's mouth as you rocked your hips rhymically, grinding down on his cock. His head tilted back against the silk pillows, his brown hair cascading across the pillowcase like flowing water. Cole's lips were slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell intermittently, some breaths short and stuttered, while others were deeper.

"It feels so good," Cole muttered out between pants. His voice was nothing short of a whiny mess mixed with a few moans and grunts. You lifted yourself off of him, almost lifting completely off of him before dropping your hips back down, earning a muffled whimper from you and a loud moan from Cole. He was undoubtedly alot more vocal in expressing his pleasure. His eyes opened with heavy eyelids, as he looked up at you; you could practically see the hearts in his eyes. Cole's gaze flickered down to your tummy and his mind went blank when he saw the small bulge in your stomach, "Oh mercy," he breathed out, his hand moved to touch your stomach, "You're gonna be the death of me if you keep— hah, keep teasin' me like this."

Your mind was just as lost as Cole's with the way his dick was able to reach your prostate so easily. It drove you crazy; his cock angled perfectly to hit it over and over again with each bounce. Your own neglected cock was sliding along Cole's happy trail, the warmth of his body made you twitch everytime you grinded your hips. "I'm— im close, so so so close, please— please let me cum." Beads of sweat rolled down Cole's temples and his forearms flexed, digging his fingertips into your hips hard enough to leave an indent — he was careful not to use his nails, Cole would never want to hurt you. "Im—" Cole sat up from his laying position, enveloping you in his arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck, needing something to hold onto while he orgasmed. His moans were muffled by your neck as his thigh spasmed faintly while he spilt his seed inside of you, filling you up to the brim. Your own orgasm followed after his, coating his abs with your fluid.

You two sat in the comfort of eachothers arms and the sound of your heavy breathing; your own arms were lazily draped over his shoulders with one hand stroking his hair. "When's your next show?" Cole asked, moving his head off your shoulder to look at you, "The day after tomorrow, but I have rehearsal tomorrow morning," a small pout spreads across Cole's lips as his eyes flicker to loon at your thigh instead. "Do you think you can walk properly tomorrow?" "Oh right..."

Bonus ♡

You winced as you settled down into the chair infront of the vanity. A few of the showgirls walked up to you, noticing that something was off, "You okay honey bun? You seem to be in alot of pain today," one of the girls ask, placing a comforting hand on your back. "He obviously got some action last night with that cowboy guy." "No I did not!" "It's obvious in the way you're limping sweetie."

Cole on the other hand, was still soundly asleep in your hotel bed, curled up with the blanket he stole from you during the night.

a/n ,, Cole oh sweet Cole . To be honest ,, I'm still not used to writing smut . I guess it's because I'm trying my hardest not to make it sound off or weird ,, maybe I'm just immature . The word cock sounds funny to me . Anyways !! I kinda rushed the smut . To be fair my main focus with Cole is how he's an innocent n' sweet guy but ya know ,, nsfw is what gets people going these days

[sturnsmadl]

mute 1.

contains- no use of y/n, cursing, trauma mentions, mentions of drug dealing, light agnst.

pairing- grumpy!chris x mute!reader

you've been completely mute for a while after something happened at a party. you used to the popular social butterfly but now? nothing. a new student walk into your art class and you look up, you immediately notice he's quite attractive and grumpy looking, with your observation skills from being so quiet you can already assume he's going to be popular in no time.

the teacher sat him right next to you obviously hoping he'll 'rub off on you' he drops his backpack inbetween your stools and sits down with a grunt. you look at him and see him already staring straight at you but you cant read his expression at all. he glares before he finally says.

"name?" he speaks with almost no emotion whatsoever

you point to the name on ur book and he looks at it before looking back at you

"you gonna speak or what?" he looks you up and down. he has the respect to not point it out but he noticed the baggy clothes and old backpack and the way you were completely alone in the corner while everyone sat with their friends.

you shrug and look back to the teacher as they talk. you notice chris doesnt drop his stare on you so you look back at him to see hes specifically looking at the sleeves on your shirt, he notices you caught him and looks you up and down once again before turning away and scribbling on his book.

the bell for lunch rings and all students rush out as usual trying to avoid the long queues, you pack your backpack up and chris stays sat which causes you to look at him curiously. hes on his phone and you obviously dont support snooping but this time your curiousity got the best of you and you look at his phone, the most you can make out is the contact name. slim? you've definitely heard the name before when your brother was dealing which only confuses you more on why the hell chris was texting him. so much you dont even realise your staring, but chris did.

"the fuck you staring at?" he stares right back at you, u quickly snap out of it before throwing your bag over your shoulder and leaving chris alone in the classroom. he watches you leave but by the time he gets to the hallway you're already out of sight.

taglist!! @bellaonthelow @muchloveforhacker @sturnclouds @ellizzyy @christophersgf @fratbrochrisgf @moonk1ss3d @phoenix062 @conspiracy-ash @pixxiies @blahbel668 @monroesturnns @gwennybenny @sturnobsessedwh0re @pixie-sticks-are-good @wurlibydominicfike @anitahunt @imtheprett

a/n: i know this is very boring but i swear itll be more interesting this is just to lay down part 1 :)

[moonselune]

hello again!!! can we have tav and gang playing keep away with gale and throwing a book around so gale dont get it? Lol just for funsiessss

ahaha i love tormenting the rizzard for funsiesssss. I did do it x gale but only slightly and right at the end x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Gale x reader | Team Effort

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

It all starts with an innocent flicker of irritation. Gale's nose has been buried in his book for hours now, his eyes skimming line after line of ancient script while the campfire crackles and pops nearby. You’ve tried everything to get his attention—conversation, light touches on his arm, even sitting directly beside him with your head leaning against his shoulder—but the man remains steadfast in his studies, mumbling to himself about this theory or that enchantment.

That’s when an idea strikes you. It’s childish, maybe a bit petty, but you can’t resist. You lean forward, snatching the book right out of Gale’s hands before he has a chance to react.

“Enough with the reading,” you declare with a triumphant grin. “It’s my turn now.”

Gale blinks, taken aback. “What on earth—hey!” He reaches out, but you’ve already tossed the book over to Astarion, who catches it with a gleeful smile, holding it just out of Gale’s reach.

“Aww, is the little wizard upset?” Astarion taunts, his tone dripping with mock sympathy as he lifts the book high above his head. Gale lunges for it, but Astarion swiftly tosses it to Shadowheart.

Shadowheart catches it effortlessly, raising an eyebrow as she smirks. “You know, Gale, I always thought there were more interesting ways to spend an evening than staring at musty old pages.”

Gale lets out a huff, clearly torn between amusement and exasperation. “Very funny. Now, if you’d be so kind, that’s a delicate and irreplaceable—”

“Catch!” Shadowheart interrupts, throwing the book to Karlach, who fumbles it slightly before securing it against her chest with a loud laugh.

“Damn, this thing’s heavier than I thought!” Karlach grins, looking at Gale’s increasingly frustrated face. “You know, wizard, I’ve seen you move faster in battle. What’s the matter? Can’t keep up?”

Gale glares at her but can’t suppress the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re all insufferable,” he mutters, but there’s no real heat behind his words. He makes a half-hearted attempt to grab the book from Karlach, who merely twirls away from him with surprising grace and flings it back to you.

You catch it with a flourish, sticking your tongue out at Gale. “Oh, come on, don’t look so serious! It’s just a little game.”

Gale’s eyes narrow playfully, and he takes a step toward you, his fingers twitching as if to prepare a spell. “You wouldn’t dare.”

You laugh, tossing the book over his head to Astarion once more. “Try me!”

The game continues, the four of you taking turns tossing Gale’s book just out of his reach, laughing each time he comes so close only to have it snatched away again. He’s trying to remain calm, but you can see the growing frustration mixed with amusement etched into his features. He darts from one of you to the next, his hair becoming more tousled, his shirt slipping from his shoulders, and his eyes flashing with a determination that’s far too intense for something so trivial.

Finally, Gale has had enough. As the book soars from Astarion to Shadowheart again, you see a shimmer in the air. A ghostly hand, glowing faintly with arcane energy, appears out of nowhere and intercepts the book mid-flight, catching it gently and cradling it in its palm before drawing it back to Gale.

The camp goes silent for a moment as he holds up the book triumphantly, a smug smile plastered across his face. “Mage Hand, my dear,” he announces grandly, as if he’s just solved the most complex puzzle in Faerûn. “Sometimes, a little magic goes a long way.”

There’s a collective groan from the group as you all boo him, playful jeers and shouts filling the air. “Oh, come on, that’s cheating!” Karlach protests, throwing her hands up in mock indignation.

“You really had to bring magic into this?” Astarion rolls his eyes dramatically. “Honestly, Gale, I thought you were above such cheap tricks.”

Shadowheart shakes her head, sighing theatrically. “And here I thought we were having a fair game.”

You, however, step up to Gale, arms crossed but a smile tugging at your lips. “I can’t believe you just used a spell to win a game of keep-away,” you tease, unable to hide your amusement. “What, couldn’t stand losing to me?”

Gale looks down at you, a playful light dancing in his eyes as he steps closer. “It’s not that,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough that his voice drops to a whisper meant only for you. “I simply needed an excuse to finally catch you.”

Before you can respond, he leans forward and presses a quick, soft kiss to your lips. You melt into it, momentarily forgetting about the game, the others, everything but the warmth of him.

Behind you, there’s an exaggerated gagging sound from Astarion. “Ugh, I’m going to be sick,” he complains, though you can hear the grin in his voice.

“Get a room, you two!” Karlach chimes in, laughing loudly.

Gale pulls away with a smirk, still holding his book, his gaze never leaving yours. “Next time,” he says softly, “perhaps you’ll think twice before trying to steal from a wizard.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that breaks across your face. “No promises,” you reply, and though he groans, you can see the warmth in his eyes, the way they soften just for you. And that’s worth more than any game.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

poor rizzard. Hope you guys enjoyed it!! - Seluney xox

Keep this moonmaiden caffeinated x

[laverrepalette]

ok but despite the horrors i still do want the switch 2. like nintendos my main interest im not letting that go

the switch 2 direct had so much focus on partners but if im being honest after those horrific pricings i think ive realized video games have become so valuable that i never wanna take a risk on a video game again

granted theres always renting and reselling. but idk. these things are so expensive. i think i just want to stick entirely with games i know ill absolutely adore from series i love and played. i know im kinda trapping myself, but its too expensive to experiment

same goes even for cheaper games like every dollar is a dollar i could be saving for kirby air riders or tomodachi life im sorry

i hate it but i think ill just make buying a video game an extremely special and rare occurence and try to absolutely squeeze every drop of value out of the game. i dont think im going to buy a third party game again unless i find like, a sonic game on an amazing sale. i just cant risk wasting money now

this also isnt just for nintendo but against nintendo. like ill be sticking with nintendo ips i love like pokemon and fire emblem, but im not super into some ips like metroid and xenoblade so i just dont think ill buy anymore metroid or xenoblade games. theyre great and i hope everyone else enjoys them but its too big of a risk

this direct threw me through all five stages of grief and my acceptance is kinda just "ok i will literally just be as stingy as possible about ever buying a video game and never experiment with developers idk. also i hate this"

like im mad very upset i just think my only personal to me solution is to only buy specific nintendo games i know ill love and never risk a cent on anything else

[mirims1997]

A Line Crossed

Summary: Following the Pr written statement released by Ashlyn, Bellingham’s new love interest, Jude Bellingham finds himself in the midst of media scrutiny. In an attempt to save his image, his mom hires a sharp Pr agent who takes over to fix Jude’s tarnished reputation and along the way ends up mending his heart.

————————————————————————

Chapter 1: A bad Impression

This is extremely personal' - Real Madrid star Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend Ashlyn Castro releases emotional statement as she hits back at dating history claims

Jude Bellingham's girlfriend Ashlyn Castro speaks out in 'extremely personal' monologue on claims about her dating past and 'escort site' hoax

I stared at my tablet in utter disbelief as the onslaught of news articles about Ashlyn Castro, Jude Bellingham’s alleged girlfriend, invaded my feed. “How can they be so reckless? I definitely thought he had a better media team. They work with whom again? This is such a rookie mistake. Don’t you think?” Sierra, my office mate, is barely ever right about anything. But today, she is spot on. This, indeed, is a textbook PR disaster. How can they do this to Bellingham? A 10 minutes video reiterating poorly woven arguments, easily detectable lies and a laughable show of self victimization on top of that? Someone is getting fired as we speak. I turn off my tablet, take a sip of my now-cold latte and watch Sierra continue her monologue about the does and donts of our job.

“My hair is getting longer. It needs a trim.” I try to shift the topic to something else and that seems useful enough to shake her out of her Bellingham stupor as she blinks at me incredulously. “Can’t you let it be a bob? You are too serious looking with that pixie cut. It scares off clients.” That’s the point, I mutter to myself.

A knock sounds on the door sparing me any further conversation with opiniated Sierra. Bernardo confidently strides in, smirking at me like he won the lottery. “You are called in for a meeting Miriam. HR and the lots. With that personality of yours, I am surprised you survived this long.” If glares could kill, Bernando would be withering at my feet. “3 months is a record in our company. Even interns stick around much longer, but can’t say I won’t miss your haughtiness.” I gather my tablet, drink the last sip of my coffee, ruffle my unruly hair and reapply my lipstick. “Bernando, darling, have you considered stand up comedy? Makes for a lovely career! And you are a natural. You make me laugh every morning with how ridiculous you are.” The last thing I heard as I slammed the door behind me was the shrieks Sierra let out as she laughed her ass off.

————————————————————————-

As I stood outside the office. I stared at my reflection in the mirror placed next to the door. I cannot for the life of me figure out why a PR agency would have mirrors hang in all kinds of unseemly places there but today, I am glad it is. I smoothed down my sheer green shirt and perfectly tucked it in my black pencil skirt. I ruffled my dark locks one more time and toyed with my golden hoops to ease my anxiety. I looked really good today. And for what is worth, I’d rather be dismissed looking immaculate than walk out of the door looking like Bernando. I knocked the door and entered the office in confident strides, the sound of my heels clicking disturbing the eery silence. I looked at the head of HR searching her eyes for any sign of anger or at worst of disappointment. Too busy psychoanalyzing my terrifying boss, I did not notice the presence of another equally intimidating woman. “Hello Ms Miriam. I’ve heard great things about you. I am Denise Bellingham, mother of Jude Bellingham, the Real Madrid football player. I’ve personally requested this company’s best media specialist agent and your name was immediately brought up by Ms. René over here. My son’s public image has been sabotaged due to an unreliable social media specialist and I need someone brilliant enough to rectify the situation as soon as possible.”

I stared at Denise as she spoke so gracefully as if she had everything she said written and memorized before coming here. Not one hair was out of place. Everything about her was pristine and monitored, from the spotless and ironed collar of her white blouse to the way she moved her hand in an enchanting manner. That is a woman used to bending the world to her way. That is a woman I understand and can work with.

“Miriam Gibran, Social Media and Digital marketing specialist. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance Ms. Bellingham.” I shook her hand firmly as she stared me down.

“You are quite young. You must be really good if you are your superior’s number 1 suggestion.”

“Thank you Ms Bellingham. I take my job very seriously. That is why I am baffled as to why Mr Bellingham has thought it wise to skip our first debriefing. I do understand that as the head of his affairs and mother, your presence should suffice. But in such delicate matters and if we are to follow my work approach, he needs to be here.” I can see Mrs Renée glaring at me from the corner of my eyes, probably fuming at the obvious jab at Jude’s character.

Something shifted in Denise’s face, her lips quirking to half a smirk.

“In fact, Ms Gibran, Jude is..”

“Here.” A masculine heavily accented English voice sounded from behind me as a door closed softly. I could feel the overwhelming presence of a tall body basking in the pin drop silence that followed his entrance. I turned around and there he was :the Jude Bellingham, hands in pockets, eyes dangerously piercing and lips tagged into a smirk. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he sauntered towards my increasingly flustered boss. He smiled at her nervousness and shook her hand then held it with both hands. What a disgusting display of good English boy charm.

When his eyes finally met mine. I felt a jolt in my chest at the blatant shift in energy. Gone is all that good lad charm. In its stead a predatory gaze Swiped across my face and body in a barely noticeable manner, knocking the wind out of me and sending a shiver down my spine. I will be damned if I show it.

“Miriam right? Beautiful day outside! Don’t you think?” He glanced at me trying to gauge my reaction at his infuriatingly irrelevant comment, an attempt at placing me in a category, so he can act accordingly for the rest of our transaction.

“Sure! Very beautiful. So is Ashlyn, but here we are dealing with ugly consequences. Sit down Bellingham. I don’t like my time wasted.”

Hello Jude girlies! This is the first chapter of A line crossed. I look forward to hearing your thoughts

[djarinova]

"careful there, stranger" — rafayel x reader

˗ˏ✎ synopsis:- in which rafayel is stuck talking to some investors, leaving you to explore the exhibition on your own, much to the glee of the man trying to chat you up while you look at all the art your boyfriend created.

˗ˏcontent - reader gets hit on repeatedly, rafayel comes to the rescue, insecure rafayel, gn!reader - purple divider by @/saradika-graphics

˗ˏwc - 1371

my fishie<3: i can see u from here. looking sexy and staring at my art my fishie<3: u've seen it all before. why won't u come rescue meee instead :(((( me: baby stop looking at me and focus on your networking! im not going anywhere but those suits might if you dont pay them enough attention my fishie<3: >:( my fishie<3: ok smartie. dont forget about me during your exploration >:(

You roll at your eyes and drop your phone into your bag, a shiver flutters up your spine and you sneak at glance towards Rafayel. Your suspicions are proved to be correct, he's watching you, a pout on his face, as several men in suits attempt to flatter him into some partnership or sponsorship or something of that kind. Thomas stands by his side, enthusiastically waving his hands around and pointing towards the piece of art the group of them are currently standing next to. You giggle when you lock eyes with Rafayel and find him sticking his tongue out at you, and you watch as Thomas lands a discreet (but direct) hit on his foot in an effort to get the artist to concentrate.

You turn away from the scene—not wanting to be in trouble with thomas, and not wanting to make his job of marketing rafayel to those people any harder—fully expecting to be able to continue your wander around the exhibition, maybe have a couple friendly conversations with those few people you recognise, and definitely intending to snag a few bits from the table of snacks (rafayel would kill you if he wasn't able to try at least 7 of the different foods), but as you attempt to take a step forward you stumble clumsily into someone’s side. Although you're sure they weren't there a second ago.

"I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, "are you alright?"

The stranger ignores your worries, “you have such an infectious laugh.”

You smile, slightly awkwardly, but accept the compliment nonetheless. “Thank yo–”

“It makes me think about all the things I could do to make you laugh like that.” He chuckles, an attempt to lighten the mood, but he finds you almost completely unreceptive to his words.

So he tries again.

“Your smile is so stunning,” he takes a step towards you, forcing you to discreetly take one backwards to avoid standing chest to chest with him. “I've never seen you here before, you a fan of art?”

You press your lips together. He's never seen you here before? At an art gallery that you visit almost every week to look at your boyfriend's work? That's the best he could come up with… the thought almost makes you laugh. But when your gaze moves towards him he must take your eye contact as a positive sign because he takes another small step towards you and asks for your phone number.

“C'mon, you won't leave me hanging, surely?” He teases, but his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. “A pretty thing like you, wandering around all alone, it ain't right. Let me show you some of my favourite pieces.”

“Oh! I'm not alone actually, my boyfr–”

“We should move out of this section though, I've never found Rafayel's art to be all that interesting. He is way overhyped, I mean… what is this even meant to be?” He gestures to the piece you're standing in front of.

Ignoring the man's words, you turn away from him and look at the art, hoping he'll finally take the hint and realise that you are not interested.

“I've always loved this one.” You whisper, more talking to yourself than anything else. You hear the man scoff next to you.

“Oh really? And how exactly have you always loved this one when it's a brand new piece for this installation?” He rolls his eyes at you, “clearly I overestimated your ability to distinguish between artwork.”

You raise your eyebrows, your jaw dropping ever so slightly when the man continues his ridiculous rant despite a single word not leaving your mouth.

“I mean, really, did you expect me to fall for this pretentious attitude you've got going on. Wandering around by yourself isn't exactly attractive, you know.”

You're the one hounding me and I'm the one with a pretentious attitude? This guy is ridiculous. You think to yourself.

“And then pretending to love a piece that has only been available for public viewing since about 3 hours ago? You really are trying too hard, next ti–”

“Careful there, stranger.” A familiar voice interrupts, “you wouldn't want to disturb your fellow fans of art by making a big scene, would you?”

You smile when you feel Rafayel's warmth against your back, the ring you got him sits comfortably, and familiarly, against your skin as he places his hand on your arm.

A scowl crosses the man's face. “Who do you think you are? You cocky little…”

It takes a few seconds for the stranger to realise why he knows the man who so casually rests his hand on you, but when it dawns on him and the recognition crosses his features it takes all your strength not to start grinning at his reaction. He stumbles backwards, bowing his head and muttering half hearted apologies, and you watch as he turns abruptly and practically runs out of the entryway.

Rafayel’s laughter fills your ears, his hands slide down to your waist and when he spins you towards him you can't help but follow his lead and let out a small laugh as well. The urge to pull him against you almost overwhelms you, his cheeks are slightly flushed and his lips look unbelievably soft in this light, but when you remember where you are—a work event, with plenty of important opportunities for Rafayel—you manage to refrain.

“Wait!” You whip your head around, “shouldn't you be with Thomas still? Please tell me you didn't blow off those possible investors…”

Rafayel's cheeks redden ever so slightly, the light dusting making him even more irresistible.

“What did you expect me to do, angel? Leave you to the wolves?” His fingers twiddle with the cardigan in your hands, “besides, Thomas can do perfectly well without me.”

The two of you turn your heads towards Thomas. The men are all heavily engaged in conversation, although now they are closer to the painting on the right and seem to be discussing it in intense detail.

“So… tell me more about how you've always loved this one, I'm dying to hear about it.”

A flush creeps onto your cheeks and you smack Rafayel's arm lightly, “I can't believe you were listening to that. I'm never coming with you to an opening ever again.”

Your threat is empty, Rafayel knows this. So when you attempt to escape from his grasp he's quick to chase after you and pull you tightly against his chest.

“You would never be so mean.” He whispers, his breath tickles your neck and you feel a shiver sweep over your body.

You feel people's eyes on you but you try to pay it no mind, it is Rafayel's exhibition after all.

“You're ridiculous,” you tease.

His arms squeeze you once more before loosening ever so slightly, just loose enough for you to turn around in his grip. His eyes are waiting for you, warm and soft and familiar, and when you slide your arms around his waist—he is somehow now the one holding onto your cardigan—he smiles a knowing smile and you feel your cheeks warm again.

“Maybe… but you love me anyway.” His words are light, but you recognise that uncertainty in his voice.

“Yes, I do. I love you very much, Rafayel.”

He smiles, a wide, vulnerable type of smile and as you press a light kiss to his cheek you hear the unmistakable voice of Thomas getting closer and closer. Rafayel's smiles turns into a frown rather suddenly and when he links his hand in yours you look over at him with a questioning gaze.

“You're coming with me this time, cutie.”

And so you let him lead you towards Thomas and his potential investors, happy to be thrown into the deep end, as long as you're by his side.

[adventurouslesly]

Clashing together

Logan Howlett x fem reader

Warning: little bit of violence,smut,and nightmares

Word count:4K

Summary: you found Logan after being the first experiment for adamantium and escaping and Logan challenged you to see what you are made of

This is also my first time writing a Logan fic so I hope I do him some justice!!! Also this is my first detailed smut so hopefully it’s good.

You’re a new mutant same as Wolverine Stryker kept you hidden after he used you as guinea pig to see if the adamantium would work on Logan but once Logan got the adamantium he was lucky ran away from the shit hole instead of claws coming between your knuckles it’s your nails.

One day you were able to escape and after years of being alone Charles Xavier found you and brought you back to the x mansion he gave you a tour around and you see all the different mutant who are mostly kids and teens even though you may seem young you are much older then everyone.

You meet with the older people Storm,Scott,and Jean at the moment Logan wasn’t present he was doing something so you thought maybe later you’ll see him.

It was night you settled in your room and looked around it had en-suite bathroom which is pretty nice,a desk by the room, queen bed, and a window that looks out the beautiful garden.

You decide to go to the kitchen which was dark but you didn’t seem to mind you look out the window not noticing the man in the corner who’s sitting down drinking whiskey.

The man looks at you. “Who the hell are you?” He said harshly you turn your head from the slight jumpscare from his voice. “I would ask the same thing.” you cross your arms.

The man raised his eyebrows as if he’s shock at your response and gets up. “Funny everyone knows who I am but I’m Logan known as Wolverine too I’m gonna ask who you are again?” he starts circling around you looking at you up and down.

You gave him a surpise look. “Oh so you’re the Wolverine I just didn’t know what you looked like but I’m y/n.” Logan smirks “The one and only wolverine you’re looking at kid.” This was the perfect moment to tell him he’s not the only one.

Logan still circling. “So y/n what kind of power do you have? Hopefully it’s interesting.”Logan questioned you “I’m exactly like you but my claws comes out of my nails” you said.

Logan stops in his track his back in front of you and turns his head to look at you. “Your nails?” As he try to process the information you gave him. “You got adamantium claws like me?” He turns around to face you. “Let me see.” Logan said.

You put your hands in front of him and your nails grew. “I do got adamantium like you.” his eyes widen as he sees your claws extended. “Stryker kept me hidden cause he wanted to test me first for when they experimented on you which obviously worked and you escaped.” you explained and retract your claws.

Logan nods and think for awhile his fist clenched. “Was there more like us?” As he intensely stare at you. “There was after it was successful to me and they tested it on more people to make sure but we all planned to escape weeks after you did but I was the only one who lived and I was hiding for while till Charles found me somehow.” you said coldly Logans jaw clenched.

His face is filled with anger. “the others didn’t survive.” he repeats. “This is what we gonna do we’re gonna stick together In case Stryker comes after us and have each other back.” said Logan.

You extend your hand. “we’re a team then.” Logan extend his hands out too “We’re a team.” then shakes your hand and lets go. “Anyone who messes with us they dont know who they’re messing with it’ll be too late when they realized they fucked up!” you nod in agreement in Logan’s rant.

Then you guys stand there in silence for a bit since obviously the wolverine isn’t much a big talker and there’s you who kinda the same but you’re a quiet person. “So uh have you got a tour around the place?” Logan said “Professor showed me a little bit till he introduced me to jean,scott, and storm they ended showing me more of the place.” you explained.

Logan nods. “Right…well I think you should head to bed since I bet with you being new and all they will get you to training.” Logan said he’s probably right they’re probably gonna see what you’re capable of with your claws. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow." you said as you walk away.

Logan follows you. “I can actually lead you to your room it’s no problem.” Logan said you guys walk in silence there was a few kids up and Logan warns them they should be asleep to wake up for school tomorrow.

As you get your room you turn to look at Logan. “Goodnight Logan.” you smile. “Night bub.” then he walks away you open your room and close it and lay in yout bed wondering what’s the next day will be like.

The next morning Logan goes to professor office but he was talking to a student he waits patiently and looks out the window and see you exploring the garden he wanted to know more about you but wants to keep a safe distance between you guys.

As professor finish his conversation with the student and they leave he looks at Logan. “I seen you met y/n already." Logan turns to look at professor. “Why wasn’t I informed about them?” Logan questioned.

Professor sighed. “You weren’t here when she arrived you were on the small mission I sent you.” professor said logan crossed his arm. “You could’ve told me when I got back and checked in.” Logan said.

Professor smiled. “Cause I knew eventually you guys would’ve bumped into each other.” Logan rolled his eyes. “Of course." Logan mumbled and looks out the window and see you gone.

Professor noticed how Logan looks out the window. “I sent storm and jean to train her you could join.” Logan chuckles. “You think I would go easy on the kid just cause we have the same mutant power?” Professor laughed a little too. “I would be foolish to think you would."

Logan then change the conversation if he needs to do anything around the mansion once the Professor told him he has nothing yet Logan leaves Professor office.

As logan walks around the hall he decides to go to the training room once he got there he leans against the doorframe with arm crossed watching you with storm and jean giving you physical task with your claws and without them.

After a while Logan leaves you noticed he left even though you were busy training and didn’t make eye contact with Logan you smelt he was there since he’s the only person who smelt like cigar,cinnamon probably from his whiskey,and wood there is a forest area in the yard so assuming he probably goes there to relax then you wonder if he remembers you guys got the same sense too if he was trying to sneakily watch you.

Couple weeks later you were still in mansion you and Logan barely talk besides “Morning.” “Night.” ,small talk, and a grunt sound as he head nods when you see each others in the hall it doesnt surprise you since you herd he doesnt let people in much of his life.

It was around the afternoon that storm and jean was supposed to train you but they had an emergency mission and Scott was with the professor which lead to Logan this should be interesting…

You walk to Logans room and knock on his door after a minute of you standing there you press your ear on the door. “Logan?” You hear nothing then you decide maybe he’s in the kitchen so you walk over there.

Logan was drinking whiskey alone in his thought till you walked in he nods at you as he drinks. “I need you to train me.” you said right away Logan sets the whiskey down he scoffs. “Where’s Storm and Jean why aren’t they helping you?” Logan said clearly not wanting to help.

You knew it was bad idea to ask but you wanted to continue your training schedule. “They went to a mission.” you said. “What about laser boy?” Logan gruffly questioned and picks up his drink. “He’s with professor and the kids.” you said Logan settle down his drink.

Logan studies you. “Alright let’s do this kid.” he finally said you were shocked you thought you needed to argue with him some more to agree! “Ok well go easy on me since you’re more stronger then me.” you say.

Logan grins and starts to circle around you. “Where would the fun be if I took it easy on you I want to see what you got.” he then lunges forward swiping at you with his claw you luckily dodge them well then it looks like you’re doing your training in the kitchen.

Logan grins some more. “Thats what im talking about!” you then swipe at Logans arm but he manages to block your claws with his claws making a clashing sound like if you guys are fighting with swords then he headbutts you.

You stumble back. “I thought you were fast.” Logan teases you,you rub your temple. “Oh it’s on!” you said Logan smirks with amusement. “Come on show me what you got y/n!” Logan challenges you.

You then run up to Logan managing to tackling and pinning him down,Logan looks at you with widen eyes. “I’m surpise you took me down not many can do that.” Logan chuckles you shrug. “Maybe im just lucky.” as you’re still on top of him.

Logan grins mischievously. “Lucky huh? We should test that theory out more let’s go another round.” Logan challenges you again. “I would definitely be down.” you challenge back.

You get off of Logan and gets up and gets to the other side of the kitchen while Logan doing the same both waiting to see who makes the first move with claws out you decide to go first and try to swipe at his legs.

But Logan was faster he jumps up from your swipe and landing on his feet. “You got to do better than that!” He then swipes on your side and you wince from his attack even though you got quick healing it still hurts.

Logan nods. “Forgot you got that too might have to try harder.” he lunges forward you tried to block but you managed a little but he still rip part of your shirt with his claws man no wonder he doesnt train anyone he’s ruthless!

Logan was staring at part of y/n skin where the shirt was ripped showing the color of her bra he wasn’t sure if the whiskey was making him feel like this or the fight is intense with you two just as he was distracted you claw his face.

Logan thoughts suddenly abruptly stops when he felt the sting on his face. “I see how it is no mercy.” Logan runs up to her but she manage to be quick and kick him making him crash on the ground you smirk.

Logan grunts as he crashes on the floor hitting his head on the counter and sits up rubbing his head. “Good thing I can heal quick since that headache was no joke when I hit my head on that counter well played.” Logan says with a look of admiration which is rare.

As Logan gets up he looks at you. “Rematch?” You nod your head while catching your breath. “I think that’s enough.” Logan looks at you disappointed. “Aw come on I was getting warmed up!”

You think about it you really don’t have anything to do so might as well take up his offer. “Fine I’ll do it” Logan grins. “Let’s go then” before you can process anything he suddenly lunges at you his arms wrapped around your waist as he lifts you off the ground. “What you gonna do now?!” Logan challenges you.

You jab your elbow against his stomach hard Logan grunts in pain you were able to squirm away from his grip being loose and you go back to your fighting stance. “You fight dirty.” as Logan clutches his stomach.

You chuckles. “I see why you want to keep going it’s fun.” you smirk Logan looks at you dangerously. “You’re having fun now? Let’s see how you handle this!” He charges at you clawing your leg. “Fuck!” You yelled.

As Logan sees you winced from the pain he took the perfect opportunity to grab your arm and throw you on the ground and is on top of you pinning you down and you try to flip him.

Even though you got super strength too he’s more heavier. ”You’re not wiggling out of this one.” Logan smirks knew what he’s doing then he stabs you leg and you snarl and digs your nails on his muscles.

Logan winces as your nails digs in and takes his claws out of you and he looks down at you his pupils dilated. “Oh you really done it” he presses his body against you he suddenly leans down burring his face in your neck licking your neck.

You try to squirm from denying the lustful feeling you were getting since you met the man not even for 3 months! “You do this with every women you train with? get a couple jab in and sleep with them?”

Logan chuckles against your neck he knows what you’re trying to do trying to deny the feeling between you and him. “I never do this to anyone well besides storm but it’s been two years since me and her slept with each other after a middle of training but I’m not focus on her only on you like how wet you are I can smell it.” Logan says bluntly.

You freeze process the things he said about him and storm and made a mental note to ask about that later but also forgot he has keen sense like you of course he can smell the arousal on you. “Admit you like it cause your body says otherwise you can’t deny it darling.” he then continues to giving your neck attention and sliding his hand on your hip.

Logan then grinds his body against you and your breath hitches. “You know this is one hell of foreplay we’re doing.” you can feel the body heat from each other Logan grins. “It sure is what can I say it’s intoxicating the way we clash and the adrenaline.” playfully bites your neck.

You feel his hands going underneath your shirt roaming around feeling his fingertip brushing by your bra. “wait Logan.” you said hesitantly Logan pulls back looking at you. “Let’s not do anything here in the kitchen floor just in case someone walks in we can do it in your room.”

Luckily Logan didn’t argued he picked you up easily in his arms and took you to his room settling you down on the bed and locks the door goes back to kissing you. “This needs to go.” Logan mumbles as he pulls off your shirt off and unhooks your bra leaving your bare on top.

Logan licks his lip at the sight and starts kissing you and making his way down to your nipples sucking and swirling around it and pressing his body against yours. “Tell me baby you want this.” Logan said as he switches to the other nipples and grinds on you again.

You moan softly and nods your head. “Mmhm.” Logan stops swirling his tongue around your nipple and looks at you. “Use your word darling I really want to hear you want this.” Even though Logan knows the answer from the heavy breathing and the smell of you being turned on.

you look at Logan. “I want this I want you to make me feel so good.” Logan grins at the word giving your nipple one last suck before kissing down your stomach stopping by your sweatpants.

Logan pulls down your sweatpants as you lift up for him and see the damp spot on your underwear. “Shit already so wet for me.” Logan bites his lips at the sight and rubs his hand on the wet spot. “Logan.” you whimper as he teases you.

Logan smirks “Sound so pretty when you’re whimpering I wonder what you sound like when I really make you feel good with my cock.” he then pulls down you underwear leaving you completely bare you can see how Logan looks at you hungrily.

Logan then strips off his shirt and his pants and boxers revealing his throbbing cock with precum already dripping down. “Fuck you’re huge.” looks at him surprise. “Glad you think so darling.” he gets between your thighs and drags his fingers between your inner thighs making you have goosebumps.

Logan sees as you spread your legs. “I’m gonna prepare you before you take my cock.” before you could say anything he slips a fingers inside you making you gasp. “You feel so good with my fingers can’t wait till i feel you with my cock.” he starts a slow pace then he slowly goes faster and adds another finger.

as he fingers you you feel Logan thumb drawing circle around your clit going to the rhythm of him fingering you. “Oh god Logan!” you moaned out.“I think you’re ready for me.” Logan huffs out and takes his fingers out of you and taste you in his mouth.

You can feel Logan’s cock twitch against your thigh as he tastes you. “Fuck that was hot” you said Logan chuckles and goes back to pressing his body against yours kissing you roughly so you can taste yourself and breaks the kiss. “I hope you’re ready for my cock sweetheart.” you feel his tip rubbing against yours pussy lips. “I want it inside me Logan.” you grind against his cock.

That’s all Logan needed to hear he slowly puts his cock inside your pussy making both of you moan from the feeling Logan eyes roll back from the tightness and wetness around it.

He slowly thurst into you. “You’re taking me so well with your tight pussy fuck.” Logan pants he fills you up completely making you moan and Logan growls from how good this all feels and how good you look writhing underneath him and your pussy wrapped around your cock.

You wanted to feel him more you wrap your legs around him so he can go deeper. “Logan faster I want more.” Logan chuckles as your request. “You’re asking for it.” he then starts pounding into you like a wild animal you can hear the skin slapping against skin flesh sound hitting around the room.

Suddenly Logan stops his cock still buried inside you,you guys are both panting his locked on you looking at you like you guys were perfect to each other like this he rubs his thumb on your bottom lips looking at then his other hand cupping your face and he looks back to you and you were also looking Into his hazel eyes and lips after it seems like forever that you two were drinking into each other features he goes back to thrusting inside you

He can feel you getting close after he keeps senseless fucking you. “Gonna cum on my cock? Do it cum all over my cock.” As he keeps thrusting inside you he reaches between and plays with your clit faster. “Fuck I’m gonna-“ you cums on Logan’s cock he felt your pussy spasm on his cock making him cum too inside you.

He buries his head inside your neck as he painted your walls white after a while of you guys catching your breath he slowly takes his cock out your pussy and he sees his seed leaking out on your thigh as he rolls over you and lays next to you.

You look down and see the same thing. “I think I have a perfect way for you to clean this up.” you smirk. “Oh yeah? What is it?” Logan curiously ask. “By sitting on your face that’s how you can help clean it up.” you said boldly.

Logan then grabs your thigh immediately and pulls you onto his face you sink into his face and he swiped his tongue into your fold. “Logan fuck!” you tug on his hair he wraps his hairy arm around your thigh to keep you steady.

He mumbles as he eats you out. “You taste so good fucking hell.” you roll your eyes in pleasure as he’s eating you like a starving man licking every inch of you even slips his tongue further inside you. “You feel so good!” you manage to say.

You feel his nose brushing against your clit and also feel his beard nuzzle against your thigh and you start to grind on his face. “Mm fuck yeah use me baby!” Logan grunts occasionally you see Logan’s eyes closed to savor the feeling.

You feel yourself getting close and starts to ride his face more. “Come on be a good girl and cum all over my face!” just by those words you scream Logan’s name and cum on his face.

For a few second you sat on Logan’s face catching your breath then you flop down next to him and see him coated in your slick even seeing how his beard was dripping down with your cum it looked so damn good and he wipes his face with his fingers and taste you again in his mouth. “You feel and taste so good” he smirks as he looks at you and then away.

It was silence you didn’t know what to say so you start getting up and Logan grabs your arm. “Where you going?” You look at Logan. “Going back to my room since I don’t want to get up early to sneak back before anyone sees.” you explained he then pulls you in. “Stay with me tonight please? I promise I’ll behave for a little.” he wraps his arm around you.

You liked how he felt around you and you sighed. “Fine I’ll stay but let me shower and put on something comfy.” as you looked at him. “Fine I’ll let you go for now.” Logan dramaticlly says.

You get up and he smacks your bare ass you squeals then changes back to your clothes and goes to your room to shower and change and comes back to Logan’s room and see him in sweatpants and him being shirtless.

You went back to cuddling with Logan in bed as Logan rest his hands on to your hip. “Can we just sleep? You made me all tired out.” You say as you rub your hand on his hairy chest Logan chuckles. “We sure can sweetheart” he nuzzles against your neck you then you were fast asleep.

It was midnight Logan woke up to the sound of whimpering he sits up quick and see you thrashing around and you were sweating a lot. “No stop I don’t want to do this anymore!” you mumble Logan been through this road hell still is with having nightmares.

He wonders what type of nightmares you’re having since you both have different experiences he starts to shake you. “Darling you’re having a nightmare.” that just made it worse. “No stop!” You screamed.

He grabs you but your claws nails came out to scratch him obviously it hurts him a little he shakes you more eventually you wake up you’re panting and breathing heavily as it takes you a while to adjust what’s going on.

You look at Logan and looks at arm and see the scratch you made on him and looks at your nails and retracts them. “Lo-“ Logan interrupted you. “I’m fine and you know it, it’s gonna be gone in a few minutes.” he assures you.

You nod your head and hugs him and burst out crying he doesn’t try to tell you to get off he rubs your back soothing you letting you take your take to calm down.

You sniff and pulls away. “I remember everything they did to me…” you weren’t looking at Logan just at the wall. “Like what?” Logan curiously asked and you take a shudder breath. “Like how they burned me alive,drown me, forced me into a room where they could bomb the place just to see how indestructible I am.” Logan growled after you told him what they did to you. “Stryker and their fucking minion.” you swallowed hard. “At times I didn’t cooperate they hurt my family in front of me so it’s probably my fault they’re dead since I escaped.” tears starts to build up.

Logan grabs your chin to forcefully looks at him and lets go. “It’s not your fault those assholes tortured you it may seem harsh but at least you didn’t watch them die.” Logan was right you would’ve killed everyone there who tortured your family if you saw them being killed in front of you. “I’m kinda lucky that all I remember from being there is getting the adamantium being put in then I fought some people and escaped.” Logan said as those memories are in his nightmares.

You didn’t say anything for while till you decided to speak up again. “Were you serious about us sticking together?” As you look at him. “I always take my words seriously especially how I’m being here for you right now.” he affectionally squeezed your thigh.

You hug him. “Thank you Logan for calming me down.” Logan kisses your forehead. “Anything for you.” he then lays both of you down to cuddle again It was the comforting silence Logan running his fingers on your skin and you look at Logan. “Since I told you something personal mind telling me about you and Ororo situation?” Logan then chuckles as he reminiscing the past of him and storm before telling you.

I hope you guys liked it not sure if I’ll do a part 2 but if you have some idea comment it down below and I’ll figure something out 👀

[agirlwithglam]

Motivation: things to like about these subjects

Math:

Isn’t math kinda magical in a way? See, the thing about math is that it’s the same in every country! Every equation, no matter how hard or complex or long, can easily be broken down into much easier ones, (like simple adding, multiplying, dividing, or subtracting) Once you know what’s going on, it’s not really that hard. (+ take cute notes!!)

Science:

Ookay, honestly? Science is genuinely so interesting! How your body works, how plants create their own food, how the whole solar system was made/ operates, whether there’s other life out there, chemical reactions & experiments? If you actually tried to be fascinated by it, you’ll be surprised how incredible it all is! (+ take cute notes!!)

English:

Me personally, I loveee English. You can too by trying to romanticise it!

If you’re doing poetry, like what’s there not to like? Poetry is such a beautiful language, it’s a way of expression through gentleness.

Writing short stories? This is my favourite. You can write it about anything, the possibilities are endless! Doesn’t it excite you?

History

Don’t try to remember facts and dates of events, try to learn the story behind it. You’ll find that it actually becomes so much more interesting if you remember the story, the emotions, the plots of the event.

Romanticising: hot chocolate or some hot coffee, studying at home, hair in a messy bun, playing some classical music in the background.

(+ also in class when you’re taking notes, you can doodle pictures of the people (stick figures for me lol), how they’d feel like or events on the side to add a bit of fun to it)

And honestly, history is such ‘romance subject’ (like arts, music, literature, languages)

Geography

Become good at it. If you don’t already have an interest in geography, then what helped me was becoming good at it. Paying attention during lessons, taking cute notes, etc. becoming good at it made it so much easier and less scary

Languages

This is also what I’d call a “Romance language”. Also dont you want to learn new languages? So many people decide to learn languages later in their lives because they find out it helps you in one way or another, but in school they’re already teaching it to you in the BEST WAY! Also knowing and being able to speak more than 1 languages fluently makes you SO powerful bc then you can speak in more countries. And also imagine how impressed people would be?!

Music

Have fun with it! It mostly depends on what you are doing in your music lessons, but what you would normally be doing is learning/ practicing an instrument. Don’t be immature and play it at random times when the teacher is talking, but just have fun with it! Again, like i said earlier, so many people start to learn music so much later in their lives and here it is being handed to you on a silver platter. TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT!

Art / art&design

Personally, I LOVE art!! It’s another “romance subject”. It’s a beautiful form of expression. Even though you may not be doing what you want to be doing, still have fun with it!! Be creative! And importantly: loosen up! Art, like beauty, is very very subjective. One person’s scribble can be another’s MASTERPIECE! So stop bring so worried with it being “correct”. Just have appreciation.

P.E (physical education/ sport)

I just don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t like PE. Like you don’t even have to learn anything, you just run around playing fun games. And as a bonus u get fit!

xoxo, vanilla

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sleepover w/ the digital circus cast

been a while since ive written this style of post for tadc, but im on my computer again so hopefully writing so much wont be too grating! reminder that i do not currently take requests for the entire cast in one post-

notes: reader is gn, not really romantic, written with the idea that everyone is having a sleepover in the main area of the circus

cws: bugs

caine

does not sleep but he wants to feel included, hes the one providing the games and activities for the night, as well as bedding for everyone to use

pretends to sleep, probably totally incapable of sleeping unlike the circus members... fake snores to try to sell it and make it convincing but all it does is it keeps everyone else awake

the games mentioned are usually an exaggerated and insane version of them- truth or dare but if you lie or refuse a dare you were given you get locked in the cellar/j

oh he definitely would try to get some juicy conversation with you or another circus member- god forbid you show some small sign that youre crushing on someone, hes not going to leave you alone

even worse if he finds out you actually do and who it is

his version of spin the bottle might get a little insane, knowing him.. definitely rigs it lands on whoever you like

pomni

not very interested, but if this takes place post episode 2 shes more inclined to join everyone for the night to get to know everyone better

if you two have grown close she sticks with you during the insane games caine has set out

completely opts out of any games that look way too intense but she probably gets roped into it by some of the others- or simply being swept into the chaos

sleeps off to the corner a bit away from everyone else so she can at least try to get a good nights sleep

if SOMEONE (jax, or even caine) gets too overwhelming or annoying she just gets up and goes to her room... you might be able to coax her back out

ragatha

as mentioned in jax's section, she offers to let you lay next to her if jax is bothering you

if you ask her, she does your hair before you go to bed. brushing through it and if its long enough she ties/braids it up for you

if you have a sleep set- unlikely given that they cant take their clothes off but we can pretend caine snapped his fingers and changed everyones clothing or something- she compliments how it looks.. if its cute or if it looks comfortable

if youre still awake and open to it she talks to you quietly when she cant sleep, its actually a nice change of pace against the chaos of when everyone else was awake

you dont talk about much, you just check in on each other and ramble about nothing in specific... keep it down or caine will come on over and try to insert himself

jax

hes the reason the cw is here, hes going to put bugs in your blankets if you guys arent sharing his room. if the two of you are in your room, or if you guys are in the common area hes going to do it.. or put something else thats unpleasant there..

thinks its funny, knowing him he might actually laugh a little off to the side as you thrash your sleeping bag around

snack hoarder, especially if theres candy- good luck trying to get more than a handful from him, hes not much of a sharer

tries to play everything off when someone offers to let you come lay down next to them for the night- likely ragatha

tells the most grotequse and horrifying stories before everyone else goes to sleep

"first person game mcs dont blink" is said as everyone is trying to unwind or something along those lines

kinger

has the softest and comfiest pillows and blankets, from his fort of course! likely sleeps in it rather than out and exposed on the floor with everyone else

makes it a little larger so you can crawl inside with him- its a lot calmer in here than anything thats happening out there

small talk, you both talk about your interests though due to kingers nature the conversation bounces around a lot

he doesnt participate in the games for the most part, especially if its after a high energy adventure... hes a little drained after the day- physically and mentally

sleeps with at least an arms length of space between the two of you unless you tell him youre comfortable with him being closer

dad snores

zooble

not very interested, probably stays in their room for most of the night if not the entire night

if theyre around when jax is telling scary stories they just roll their eyes... theyve heard worse

zooble being a horror/disturbing media fan headcanon my beloved, they probably try to one up him... though theyre not taking it very seriously. theyre not all that interested in winning, but jax is and hes going to get annoying

if they go out and interact with everyone else, theyll go to their room when theyre ready to sleep. they dont want to sleep on the floor in some sleeping bag.. offers to walk you to your room if the horror talk got to you

gangle

sits in her own corner doing her own thing, you can convince her to join in on the more tame games if you promise to stick with her

sticks around with you after that but like... lingering to the side, not really glued to your side because she doesnt want to invade your personal space or make you feel uncomfortable

very quiet if you offer to let her lay down next to her in the night

its a little less awkward if her comedy mask isnt broken but knowing how fragile it is, its unlikely

refuses to participate in any games like 2 truths 1 lie or truth or dare- she just knows jax is going to hang whatever she says over her head even if hes not the one asking her questions

[sporesgalaxy]

The way Dungeon Meshi does gender makes me insane. It’s stated over and over that Falin and Laios really are more similar than anyone is looking for- Laios directly states as much at one point, Marcille mentions it when Falin wakes up the first time and starts bemoaning not eating any monsters, the magic mirror story even has fem!Toshiro crushing on Laios- but Laios is so protective of his little sister. Laios leaves home to start making a life he can one day share with her. And she leaves magic school because he has failed, and failed so hard that she’s worried that she might never see him again if she lets him leave without her. He wants to protect her from the way the world treats him, but he does not or does not want to understand the terrible truth- the world will never treat her as harshly as it does him, because she is a pretty ‘quirky’ girl and he is a big autistic man. Falin is happy, doing well in her own sphere, making a single friend (because she is still autistic, and has struggles of her own, even if they’re a different kind), but Laios still feels a need to protect her because his experience of this world has been nothing but cold shoulders and distrust all the way down. This story makes me want to sprint into the river. Laios and Falin are the best characters of all time.

Ouhhhhh I dont have time to reread dungeon meshi to give you good sources but based on my doodoo memory and vibes therein: I have to disagree that Falin was necessarily doing "well," and I especially disagree that the tragedy here is that Laios was doing something unnecessary by trying to make a place in the world for him and Falin.

Falin gets along seemingly ok in the world but it's because she's agreeable to a fault .

What's so interesting to me about the Touden siblings is the different ways they've learned to deal with being The Odd Man Out. Laios set out to try and forcefully carve out a PLACE for him and Falin in the world, where they could both openly and unabashedly be themselves.....Falin stayed behind, and learned how to hide the things that made her stick out too much, and how to appease people on the verge of rejecting her and Laios.

That can be functional, but it isn't good. It isn't happiness. It hurts in a million tiny ways every single day, to hide yourself out of fear of rejection like that.

At school, Falin must have spent a lot of time alone before she befriended Marcille, since Falin was familiar enough with the surrounding wilderness that she knew where that small Dungeon opening was. She sought out what happiness she could by following her unusual passions in more private ways, where no one would judge her for it. Falin didn't expect anyone NOT to judge her for her "weirdness" before she met Marcille, so Falin didn't even try to connect with anyone before Marcille at a level more personal than "classmate." That's not doing well. That's not living.

This kind of self-isolation is a coping mechanism for neurodivergence that functions for a while, but it eats away at you. Falin considered marrying Toshiro despite not loving him, essentially because it seemed like the normal thing to do and she didn't think she'd get another chance to be married at all. What if she had gone through with that, or something similar by the same reasoning? Laios lived in a state of being rejected over and over, which obviously hurts like hell. In contrast, Falin was willing to live a life she never wanted just to avoid total rejection. That can be incredibly painful too, in its own way.

Falin and Laios were BOTH tragically fighting doomed battles to find a place for themselves in the world during the time they were separated. Working together, supporting each other, they're able to do a lot more. Cries.