#unsure if I need to tag edited photos with that

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

photo notes: found some stone ruins in the woods today, barely anything left beyond some stairs and rooms full of leaves. apparently they were close enough to the river because Moon gave me a fun surprise. somehow he was out in the day and remained still enough for me to get this picture

one of Old Forest Gods AU Y/N's photos of Moon! as always being a gremlin

[kaylazer]

back on my bullshit (meeting men im in love with). Ben Schwartz is so kind and tall :-) I didn’t totally freeze like when I met the Jonas brothers but the selfies we took are blurry so 😔

(at least I have these bc I told sam to record the whole thing heheheh)

[ofcalloways]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

genevieve  lives  in  a  two  bedroom  flat  near  campus.  paid  for  by  her  parents,  her  apartment  takes  up  the  top  floor  of  a  small  but  stunning  building.  the  building  is  old,  built  as  the  university  was  growing,  and  while  the  historic  beauty  of  it  has  been  preserved  the  space  has  been  infused  with  modern  luxury.  the  entryway  features  italian  marble  floors  and  a  stunning  staircase,  and  two  floors  up  (  by  stairs  or  by  small  elevator  )  sits  genevieve’s  apartment . . .

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though  the  stunning  historical  architecture  of  the  apartment  has  been  kept  painstakingly  intact,  the  space  has  been  treated  to  many  renewals  and  lots  of  upkeep  over  the  years.  it  was    already  a  high  end  space  geared  towards  the  wealthy  students  of  meraviglia  before  genevieve  ever  stepped  foot  in  it,  but  the  most  recent  work  on  it  was  done  by  her  team.  the  design  of  the  apartment  highlights  its  historic  charm  while  keeping  a  clean,  modern  feel.  think  large  windows  and  wood  floors  with  high  end  fixtures,  white  linen,  and  crisp  lines.  while  genevieve  didn’t  pick  out  a  single  piece  of  furniture  or  design  anything  herself,  everything  has  been  perfectly  tailored  to  her  style,  simple,  elegant,  and  expensive.  

the  upkeep  of  her  apartment  is  also  something  gen  doesn’t  play  a  big  role  in.  while  she  does  generally  keep  her  space  meticulously  tidy,  she  isn’t  someone  that’s  ever  done  her  own  laundry  or  taken  out  the  trash.  the  apartment  is  always  serenely  beautiful  and  impeccably  neat,  exactly  what  you  would  expect  her  space  to  be.  it  generally  smells  of  wood  sage  and  sea  salt  from  her  favourite  jo  malone  candle  mixed  with  a  floral  scent  from  the  flowers  that  are  regularly  refreshed  (again,  taken  care  of  by  someone  else,  genevieve  not  at  all  nurturing  enough  to  change  the  water  in  a  vase).  

her  kitchen  doesn’t  get  used  very  much,  but  it’s  stunning  nonetheless.  her  fridge  is  primarily  stocked  with  meals  from  a  chef  on  the  island  and  bottles  of  expensive  wine.  her  gorgeous,  gas,  unbelievably  expensive  stove  goes  almost  untouched,  as  she  prefers  to  simply  order  in  meals  rather  than  to  cook  —  because  really,  how  could  she  spare  the  time  for  that.  what  she  will  take  the  time  to  make  is  a  cocktail  (  she’s  never  been  the  kind  of  girl  to  go  for  a  vodka  cranberry  ),  everything  needed  to  make  the  perfect  martini  is  available  at  a  moment’s  notice.  she  will  often  use  her  kitchen  to  study,  the  marble  countertop  of  the  island  perfect  for  spreading  out  her  papers  and  books  when  her  desk  feels  too  small.  it’s  perfect,  given  that  she  really  prefers  studying  at  home  to  studying  in  public  where  anybody  can  see  how  hard  she  works  (  and  interrupt  her  ).  she  tends  to  alternate  between  her  bed,  her  desk,  her  counter,  and  on  occasion  a  bubble  bath  for  studying,  schoolwork,  and  planning.

the  apartment  has  one  and  a  half  baths.  the  powder  room  off  of  the  main  entry  way  is  stunning  enough,  beautiful  floral  wallpaper  and  expensive  fixtures  (  and  perfect  lighting  for  moody  mirror  selfies  when  gen  is  ever  hosting  ),  but  the  en  suite  is  truly  gorgeous.  featuring  an  enormous  tub,  bubble  baths  a  favourite  of  gen’s,  and  a  large  shower,  of  course  with  a  rainfall  showerhead  and  a  steam  setting.  essentially,  it’s  an  on  demand  spa  in  her  humble  abode.

the  living  room  rarely  looks  lived  in,  but  it’s  furnishings  are  plush  and  inviting.  incredibly  expensive  couches  upholstered  in  white  fabric  that  brings  a  brightness  to  the  space  and  contrast  the  dark  wood  of  the  coffee  table.  there  always  seems  to  be  a  new  selection  of  coffee  table  books  waiting  to  be  picked  through  by  any  guest,  always  featuring  some  form  of  incredibly  interesting  and  cool  subject  matter,  fashion  and  architecture  and  art  infused  into  her  space  in  the  most  unobtrusive  way.  the  space  also  features  a  gorgeous,  original  fireplace  with  a  large  mirror  resting  above  it.  gen,  not  one  to  watch  tv  often,  instead  has  a  projector  hidden  away  somewhere.  the  living  room  also  opens  up  to  a  small  terrace  which  adjoins  to  her  bedroom,  featuring  a  cafe  set  for  breakfasts  in  the  warm  italian  sun.

the  second  bedroom  in  the  apartment  has  been  converted  into  a  space  that  is  so  specific  to  genevieve  it’s  almost  sickening:  a  combination  walk  in  closet  and  office.  perhaps  it  seems  odd,  but  the  pairing  never  gave  her  pause.  to  genevieve  the  way  she  presents  herself  to  the  world  is  another  piece  of  her  work.  half  of  the  room  is  lined  with  bookshelves,  the  other  half  with  clothing,  shoes,  and  handbags.  if  you’re  lucky  enough  perhaps  you’ll  even  see  the  jewelry  collection  that’s  tucked  away,  filled  with  vintage  diamonds  and  pearls  that  have  been  passed  down  to  her.  

her  bedroom  is,  in  a  word,  luxurious.  in  the  center  of  the  room  sits  a  plush  king  sized  bed,  topped  with  silk  sheets  and  a  down  duvet.  on  her  bed  side  table  you  may  find  the  latest  issue  of  vogue  (  which  she  happily  reads  for  the  fashion  AND  the  articles,  a  girl  shouldn’t  have  to  choose  )  or  a  dense,  unflinchingly  complex  text  on  international  law  or  political  theory.  one  wall  features  large  windows  and  of  course  the  entry  to  the  balcony,  diaphanous  curtains  separating  her  from  the  world  while  greedily  allowing  the  light  into  the  space.  her  vanity  also  resides  in  her  bedroom,  gen  preferring  to  do  her  makeup  and  hair  there  rather  than  anywhere  else.  the  closet  in  the  bedroom  is  heartbreakingly  small,  owing  to  the  old  architecture  of  the  building,  in  it  mostly  nightwear  resides,  silky  nightgowns  and  pajamas  as  well  as  warm  cashmere  for  when  she  feels  cold.  while  her  bedroom  is  gorgeous,  it  perhaps  has  more  in  common  with  a  luxury  hotel  than  someone’s  home.  gen  keeps  little  of  anything  sentimental  in  the  space,  a  firm  believer  that  attachments  only  slow  one  down.  of  course,  there’s  also  the  fact  that  the  only  person  she’s  ever  truly  been  sentimental  about  is  her  brother,  and  reminders  of  him  burn  more  than  they  soothe.

[dannychai1617]

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[scuderiasundays]

the one where the stars aligned

summary: 3 am flashbacks to packed pizzerias, comfortable silences, and post-race kisses + a little insta au at the end 💌

words: 871

a/n: writing fics is my form of self care. i’m seeing a lot of lando love so i thought i’d whip something up! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega , @monzabee, @ssainzz, @holllandtrash, and @diorleclerc just because. feedback appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

"Come on, put down the melatonin gummies and lend a hand," Lando's voice beckoned, as he motioned for you to join him. It was Lando's brilliant idea to start building shelves for his prized helmet collection at the ungodly hour of 3 AM. Despite feeling drained from a full day of traveling, jet lag refused to let either of you rest. As you took in the sights of Monaco in the dark, your mind couldn't help but picture everyone sound asleep in their beds—a stark contrast to the state you and Lando were in, blasting Burna Boy and diving headfirst into a DIY date night.

You plopped down beside him, and he handed over some screws and posts. To be honest, you had no clue what you were doing, so you just sat there, watching your boyfriend hum along and niftily arrange the pieces. There was a particular air about Lando when he was focused: his slightly creased forehead, furrowed eyebrow, and bitten lip. He caught you midthought and playfully said, "Less staring, more doing," as he handed you the instruction manual.

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the fact that your two-year anniversary was coming up, but you found your mind aimlessly wandering. Lando had entered your life at a time when you least expected it. It all began on an evening out in London, which your friends now playfully referred to as "The One Where the Stars Aligned."

You had found yourselves scrambling for a last-minute table at a quaint pizzeria one of you had discovered on TikTok. The restaurant, a charming hole-in-the-wall, was filled to the brim with lively conversation and the aroma of freshly baked pizza. Your waiter hastily directed you to a 10-person table at the heart of the bustling scene, disappearing before any of you could say a word. The long table was already occupied by a few guys who looked to be your age. Reluctant but ravenous, you found yourself settling beside one of them. Throughout the night, you and your mystery man talked nonstop, effortlessly volleying back and forth. The rest, as they say, was history.

There were countless reasons you loved your boyfriend, but a few things really stood out. Lando's attentiveness was unmatched. If a conversation made you uneasy, he would pick up on it and hurry to your side, ready to rescue you from any situation. If he noticed a Netflix show had you on the verge of tears, he would edge closer to you on the couch and quietly slide over a box of tissues. If you were lost for words to congratulate him on an impressive drive, he would kiss you simply to shut you up.

Even though Lando's job required him to exude confidence and poise in public, behind closed doors, he was just as much of an introvert as you. Whether sitting side by side in his driver's room, with him editing photos and you buried in a book, there was an ease to the silence that never felt uncomfortable. It was your way of recharging your social batteries, soaking up each other's presence without the need for constant conversation.

You had also grown to love the people Lando surrounded himself with. He was big on quality time and always sought to spend as much of it with you as possible. Initially unsure if his friends would appreciate your constantly hanging around, you were pleasantly surprised when they warmly embraced you into their circle. "I'm just glad he's found someone else to bother instead of P and me," Max jokingly said during a double date at the driving range.

Your bond with Flo had also grown stronger, as you joined her for one-on-one horse-riding lessons at the stables. She would share stories about little Lando, granting you intimate glimpses into his past that, without him knowing, made you love him even more.

Lando went above and beyond to introduce you to the other drivers too. You often third-wheeled on Carlando outings, intervening when they bickered like an old couple. On some nights, he’d arrange actual double dates with Carmen and George, the three of you trying but always failing to convince Lando to try some sushi.

You were the first person he FaceTimed when Daniel had confided he’d be back on the grid sooner than expected. “If this leaks, I’ll know who to hunt down,” he giggled while munching a chicken quinoa wrap, his staple pre-race meal.

Lost in reverie, you hadn’t even realized you’d zoned out until Lando waved his hands frantically in front of you, snapping you back to reality. The shelves were now magically built, showcasing the colorful helmets he’d raced in and swapped over the years.

“What were you thinking about, babe?” He asked as he stepped back to double check that the shelves were even.

“Just how much I love you,” you replied as you gave him a peck on the cheek.

If you could be anywhere in the world, you’d still choose to be right there with him, watching the sunrise paint your apartment the warmest shade of orange. You closed your eyes and silently prayed that you and Lando would always be this close, forever and ever.

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landonorris: nobody compares to you, baby!!

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[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-fourteen

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: Whoopsie daisy.

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My eyes held firm on the laptop screen in front of me as I worked tiredly on editing some pictures I've taken the last few days. Bryan sent me over his own and I had plans on posting them all over the Bad Omens social media sites. It should have been done a few days ago but everything with my mom and Noah kind of halted my plans.

Noah.

I tried not to think about what he was doing right now, although I had a pretty good idea. Him and the guys were at their meet and greets. Ever since our fight on the bus about 5 days ago, I had avoided him as best I could. It was pretty easy because I started traveling on the crews bus again which as much as he wanted to know what happened, Davis didn't pry for answers. While Folio checked in on me a few times the last few days, Noah hasn't reached out once. It was stupid to be upset when I could have reached out but I told him I needed time yet he was the one that pushed me away.

Every time we were backstage for a show, I made sure I stayed out of the green room and when I was on stage taking their pictures; I took all of my shots of Noah from a distance. There'd been times our gazes would lock but with him performing, I knew I was safe and he wouldn't try to talk to me.

My phone buzzed on the couch next to me and when I saw the caller's I.D., I ignored it with a groan. This was the third time that Lana tried calling me today and each time I sent it straight to voicemail. She called every day which I only answered twice and kept the conversations quick. I was still pretty upset about everything I found out about my mom so the last thing I wanted was to talk about her. I threw out the excuse that since we were nearing the end of the tour, about a week left, I'd been swamped with work.

It wasn't a total lie but nonetheless, Lana's phone calls became less frequent; until today.

The quiet serenity of the green room was exactly what I needed to finish editing the pictures and uploading them to Instagram. Once that was checked off my list, I opened up another program on my laptop to edit another set of pictures. I was alone in here so I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing these.

As usual, money was getting tighter since I had posted nothing on Only Fans in a while. I was getting new subscribers every day but not enough to keep incoming steady. These pictures were the most risqué I'd done yet; completely naked but my face still covered.

It went against everything I said in the beginning but desperate times called for desperate measures. Lana's final paycheck would be due in a few days and this one was going to be the biggest yet. And that I needed to save some money in order to pay to put my mom in a facility. Even though I was furious with her, she still deserved to have help from doctors and people that knew what they were doing.

With a sigh, I uploaded the photos to my site before idling with my laptop, unsure if my next move should be worth the risk.

"Do you actually want to reach out to him or are you feeling guilty for not knowing about him?"

Folio's voice rang in my mind from last night as I talked with him post show. I asked him if he thought it was a good idea or not to reach out to my brother James. Deep down I knew I wasn't going to reach out to him because I wanted to move on from everything. I wanted nothing to remind me of a past that was all a lie. As soon as I return home from tour, I'd look at some facilities with Lana and we'd chose the best one for me mom. Then I could start looking forward to a bright future.

With Noah.

Quickly I shook the thoughts out of my head. He told me not to bother, so I planned on keeping it that way.

Yeah right.

I placed my laptop back into my bag just as the door to the green room opened and in walked Jolly followed by Nick.

"Hey," I smiled. "How'd the meet and greet go?"

"Good," Nick sat down next to me with an exhausted breath. "I'm hoping to get a few minutes of sleep before we go on."

I patted his knee, understanding how long and draining this tour had been on everyone. "Nine more days and we can all enjoy the comfort of our own beds."

"Until Europe in a month," Jolly reminded as he sat down on the other side of me.

My shoulders fell, completely forgetting about another tour this time halfway around the world. I hadn't thought much about what exactly I'd be doing after setting my mom up in a facility. To be honest, there wasn't anything holding me back from going on the next leg of the tour. The money that I'd be getting would definitely help keep things afloat even when I stopped my Only Fans.

The only downside was seeing Noah for a prolonged period.

You can't avoid him forever, dumbass.

With a grumble to the voices in my head, I sat with Nick and Jolly as we talked for a while until the door to the room opened again, this time Noah walking in with Folio behind. From what I've seen over the last few days, their relationship hasn't soured or was ruined because of me.

Folio tossed me a smile as he ruffled through his bag for a change of clothes while Noah had his eyes glued to his phone. There was a slight tick in his jaw as he scrolled through something and with the way his cheeks reddened, I figured whatever it was, wasn't supposed to be seen by anyone.

But why did he look angrier than flustered? No, it looked like whatever he was looking at turned him on; shallow breaths, flushed cheeks, and I didn't miss the way he adjusted himself as he slid the phone into the pocket of his grey sweats. I did my best not to gawk at him wearing just a plain white tank. I was supposed to be upset with him, not horny.

When his eyes met mine, it was as if time slowed down and my heart hammered in my chest as I wondered what he was going to do. This was the first time in five days that we were this close to each other.

But of course, my stubborn ass had to add more fuel to the fire.

"What?" I raised a brow. "Are you going to accuse me of sleeping with Jolly and Nick now?"

Noah's eyes sliced into me. "I wouldn't be surprised."

"Fuck you!" I spat while rising to my feet. "You're back to being an asshole to me because I said I didn't want a relationship right now? Grow up, Noah."

"All I'm saying is that you seemed to move on pretty fast," he said with a shrug.

I stared blankly at him, utterly confused, however, I never got the chance to ask what the fuck he meant by that because my phone rang; again.

Lana flashed across the screen and I slammed my thumb against the red button.

"I'm going to get some air," I muttered while pushing past Noah, daring not to touch him.

"Try not to get lost in some guy's lap," Noah bit out just before the door slammed shut.

The walk around the block did absolutely nothing to calm the rage burning in my gut or stop the phone calls from Lana. I sent her a text to say I was busy with work and would call her later. I planned on doing another circle around the block but knew I had to get back to the venue because the guys were going on stage soon. I didn't want to anger Noah even more by being late so here I was, fake smile plastered on my face and camera clutched in my hand as I made my way towards the green room.

Previously, I stated I wanted to get a few shots of the guys before going on stage and although angry as I was, I still wanted that.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I cursed when my phone rang again.

I was ready to chuck it against the wall at this point however when I saw the unknown number; I gave pause. Something in my gut was telling me that this call was important and I shouldn't ignore it.

Just outside the green room, I answered the phone with a cautious tone.

"Hi, Y/N. This is Nancy Smith, your neighbor."

Oh yes. The good one that understands my moms diagnosis. But why was she calling me?

"Did my mom-."

Nancy's frantic voice cut me off. "Lana has been trying to reach you all day. Something's happened to your mother, and she's in the hospital."

My heart fell into my stomach, pulled down by the guilt.

"Wh-what happened?" I asked.

"She was driving and crashed; the car is totaled. It's not looking good, honey. Lana mentioned you travel for work?"

What the fuck. She wasn't supposed to be driving.

I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Yeah, I'm in Oregon so it might take me a while to get home. But I'll get on the next flight as soon as I can."

Not bothering to say goodbye, I hung up the phone and stood for a moment to blow out a few deep, shaky breaths. Tears burned in my eyes as I blamed myself. Maybe if I answered Lana's first call, I could have been there earlier.

"Fucking idiot," I cursed myself.

In order for me to leave, I needed to talk to Noah since technically he hired me.

I'd rather chew on a brick of concrete.

With shaky hands but a stern face, I stood taller as I walked into the green room. Bryan, Davis, and Matt were there along with Bad Omens who were all dressed and ready to go on stage. Folio's eyes fell on me and knew instantly something was wrong but I shook my head, not wanting to go into it in front of them. I already decided that I would only tell Noah I needed to leave for a family emergency and wouldn't be able to work the rest of the tour.

Noah was slipping on his jacket as I walked up to him.

"Noah?" My voice was quiet.

Looking over his shoulder, Noah gave a curt nod.

"Uh," I faltered over my words. "I need to go home."

This made him turn on his heels as he scoffed. "What?"

"I have to go home," I didn't dare raise my voice because I didn't want the others to hear.

"Why? Because I said some things that hurt your feelings? Grow up, angel," He repeated my words back to me.

I was in such a state of shock that his pet name for me didn't even register.

"No," I said with clenched fists. "There's a family emergency. I have to go home."

Noah ran a hand over his jaw. "No."

I gawked at him, rage now spilling out every pore on my skin. "Excuse me?! Did you not hear that it's an emergency?"

"If you leave before the tour is finished, you don't get paid. You won't have a job," he shrugged before buttoning his jacket.

The fucking audacity of him. How did I ever have feelings for such an asshole?

An attractive asshole who looked amazing with his jacket undone at the top and silver chain glimmering in the room's light.

"I need the money, Noah."

He leaned in closer, lips so close to mine that I could almost taste the richness of him.

"Then don't leave."

I ground my teeth together. "Two days. Please, all I'm asking for is two days to get things shorted out then I'll be back."

Noah's eyes grazed over my face. "Are you going to tell me why you need to leave?"

With a hesitant shake of my head, I ignored the stares from everyone in the room.

"No, but please understand I need the money. I promise I'll be back in two days."

He chuckled darkly, voice raising to echoing levels. "Why? Is your Only Fans not paying enough? Not surprised with the content you post. I've seen better in amateur porn."

The sound of skin on skin rang loudly in the room as my palm collided with his cheek. His finger brushed along his lip where he bit it from how hard I slapped him.

"Fuck you, Noah!" I screamed.

All sets of us were on us and I knew without a doubt that they heard what Noah had said. His face was still turned to the ground but looked up at me through his lashes.

"My mom is in the hospital. She was in a car accident and might not make it. So do me a favor, keep your fucking money and stay the hell out of my life. I quit."

Not sparing him another glance, I stormed out of the room and away from whatever chance we had to make things work between us.

[now-showing-at-the-hawk-events]

      Now Showing At The Hawk

🎟MetalSandwich Movie Mania🎟

Welcome to the MetalSandwich/Harringroveson Movie Event! I hope everyone will have a good time and make new friends as we create or appreciate the cool stuff that comes out of this event!

After a movie night with some friends on discord where we watched The Lost Boys, the idea came about to me to have a Week, seven days with a prompt for each day, with the date and prompts announced months in advance so everyone has time to make something for it!

The prompts for it will be focused on movies from the 70s/80s/90s! After an interest check and vote, the date decided was October 10th-16th! I hope everyone will have enough time and fun for this to become an annual event!

Tag for the event is #MetalSandwichMovies23

The Official Prompts!

(I decided to skip voting for this in the name of time and energy, but I was as thorough as I could be to ensure there was something for everyone!)

Oct 10th - Free Musical/Animated Movie Day

Oct 11th - Free SciFi/Fantasy Movie Day

Oct 12th - Free Action/Adventure Movie Day

Oct 13th - Free Romance/Historical Movie Day

Oct 14th - Free Horror/Creature Feature Movie Day

Oct 15th - Free Genre Movie Day

Oct 16th - Iconic Movie Day: (The Lost Boys/Labyrinth/Rocky Horror Picture Show/Etc)

Read more for Rules & FAQs

What is accepted for the event?

Anything! Fan fiction, fan art, photo edits, moodboards, fan videos, playlists, cosplays, you name it! Just let your creativity go!

Is there a minimum word count or something similar for other projects?

Not at all! Go wild, write drabbles, do anything!

I will ask that any videos include captioning and images include alt text to be considerate towards our friends with hearing and auditory processing difficulties!

How strict do we have to stick to the prompts?

Good question! With the variety and freedom of the prompts I hope you'll have plenty of wiggle room. And maybe you don't feel any movie au in particular but still want to participate? Maybe the boys just have a movie night watching a movie of your choice or they're actors! Who knows, you do! ;) I just want everyone to have fun. If you'd like any movie suggestions, let us know and we'll make a post!

I might run a little late in posting? Is that okay?

Life happens and it sucks! The dates are good for organization and giving everyone a clear schedule to try to keep to. But anything made specifically for this event will be accepted as long as it is posted sometime in October or early November. Otherwise, there's always next year!

I'd like to chat, maybe share ideas, or just show love for our favorite guys! Is there a discord?

Yes! It's 18+ and you can join us here!

Cool! Is there a Twitter?

Also yes! Give us a follow and share!

https://twitter.com/atthehawkevents

What kind of ratings and content are allowed?

This is an explicit, kink, and Dead Dove friendly event as we are dealing with many kinds of movies, including horror! Just make sure to tag appropriately. If you're unsure and need help with tagging, reach out via DM and we'll give our best suggestions.

[fangbangerghoul]

Below is a masterpost of my Delgado centered fics, all links lead to Ao3 all fics MDNI, 18+, heed the tags please post will be updated as needed

Starfield Fanfiction, Delgado edition:

Ghoul Series:

Fleeting Pleasures (in progress) 8/10 chapters complete TW: Violence, Murder, Addiction, CNC

Our characters Crimson Fleet Arc. After going undercover our main character now has to balance who they are versus who they have to be and the line starts to blur. (Sam Coe x MC x Delgado)

(photo not mine, unsure of credit)

Bonus Stories:

Ghoul Files (a miniseries in progress) First 2 chapters are with Delgado TW: Smut(I honestly don't think I have anything too hardcore in this series to tag, I will update if that changes)

This is the start of entries from Ghoul's life. Not all entries will be cannon to the current series. These entries are also little tidbits to hold you over in between chapters and series! Some will be Crimson Fleet oriented; some will be regular Ghoul activities!

[the-kipsabian]

Ayo! Greetings! I hope you are doing pretty well! I’m really sorry for asking this as I’m truly in dire need of help. My cat needs some immediate help for her surgery so I’m trying to raise some funds for her. If you have some spare time, please check it out the post that I have pinned for her, and if you feel it in your heart to help, please do us the favor by boosting the post or share it! Even if you cannot donate, spreading the word is definitely more than enough. Thank you for your kindness, and so sorry again for being this direct! <33

//update they blocked me instantly so hey anyone peeping this post or in their url tag just know this is a scam :) stay safe out there kids

you know what i feel in my heart

fuck no 🙏❤

hey kids, lets play a game of spot a scam again!! (im copying the message ive replied with before here and the original is at the bottom if you wish to reblog that one :) just editing this a bit here to show the new stuff they are putting out there in this very message yay!!)

okay this is literally the same story ive seen before at least three times. its word to word the same. youre not even trying

reblogging ONLY FROM ORIGINAL SOURCES posts in the past two days so :)

also they try to act more human with a decent description and likes and follows turned off. dont try hun

their only original post as far as i scrolled (which admittedly wasnt very far as its obvious this is a scam lol) is the donation post. unsurprisingly

ive said it before and i’ll say it again - they seem to target people in similar positions that they are supposedly in, trying to pluck that sympathy cord with “your pet is sick so you are sensitive and know how this feels”. this isnt my case rn but i obviously have posted cat photos and i have a donation ko-fi link in my pinned post sssoooo

“pls consider answering this ask privately” lmao so what people dont know youre a scammer? NEXT (this isnt in this ask surprisingly, but im leaving it in here cause they do this occasionally still)

a simple search even within tumblr tells you people already know about this. the account, the story and the cat. you aint fooling anymore

if unsure kids, ask a friend and google things 👍 reverse image search, for example, is your best friend!! also googling the latter half of the given paypal name reveals immediately that this is a scam. plastered all over the first search page lmao

also kids, in case youre asking “well what bad could a one little me reblogging a post even if its a scam do if i dont donate :/” 1. im sorry what and 2. it makes them look legitimate which they are not. the more notes the more trusted the source cause tumblr is full of idiots (sorry not sorry ive been here for over 11 years i know what people are like) plus you put your friends, mutuals and followers in a risk of participating in a scam. and have your name associated with it as well. do i need to go on?

anyways hi go report this blog and always be hesitant if someone you dont know asks you for donations like this. unless its a beloved mutual on your dash, reconsider. stay safe, thanks 💜

looking forward to being blocked immediately after posting this, but i’ll be sure to report you for a scam. :) also fuck you for using someone elses poor cat and their situation to literally scam good natured people out of money, what the fuck is wrong with you

peace and love, fuck you ✌💜

[bumblely]

[edited] these are photos of 3 of the last 4 events Pierre attended and he absolutely needs a new stylist asap 🫠

I don't even know where to start for the Louboutin one, it's just so messy, nothing works there, too many layers and fitting isn't good 😭 || for the LV one, the shirt is just too big, the fabric isn't it and don't get me started on these socks 😭 (it's all about styling, Eric Mcneal made Lewis wore one of this kind of set and it looked good because of the fitting and styling) || the Wimbledon one looks better but the proportions are wrong, the blazer is too long. these white trousers are not working imo and are too tight and bright + I'm not fan of the brown mocassins here nor of the color of his shirt with the rest of the look 😕

I think he should just stick to black suits 😌

Kika looks amazing 😩 (also styled by Pierre's stylist) these black suits are way better than whatever were his other outfits — Lanvin on the left, LV on the right. [if I'm punctilious the double breasted blazer is bit too large for the trousers but it's overall good]

[edit] the same stylist, Maël Naitchalal, did all these looks (Pierre didn't tag him on the 3 first outfits —I'm still unsure if the Ralph Lauren was from him or the brand— when he tagged him on the black suits). for me the problem is that this stylist does amazing on women but it's not it for men most of the times.

Miami 2023: [I don't know/nor remember/ if he styled him for another race]

I really liked these ones. left one is Dior runway, pre fall menswear collection 2023 (Lewis attented the show & Guanyu wore a look from it too in Monaco). the Rhude one is really good. here the stylist did good job (& on Kika too if he dressed her as well)

I'm less convinced by these, they're not bad but the Amiri jumper is a bit too long on his bust, it would have been better if the bottom hem was higher on the hip so it would be kinda folded — but it's still a good one, it's a detail. the problem of the right one is the same one as the LV one: the top is too big for the jeans so it's not properly balanced. the bag is pretty but with the running shoes? 🤔

conclusion: Pierre, please, hire a new stylist because only 50% (including 2 black suits) are good 😕

[natshigbigbang]

FAQ Masterpost

What exactly is a big bang?

>A big bang is a collaborative event between writers and artists to work together to make complementary work. Most of the time, the writer will work with the artist to have a scene drawn from their story, but it is truly up to the partnership to make something together! 

>Partnerships can either be determined by the mods of the event, or you can enter the event with a friend for a predetermined partnership.

>Here’s a link to the TodoDeku Big Bang tumblr if you’d like to browse some examples!

Who can participate?

>For this bang, we are open to anyone joining who wants to participate! As long as they can write at least 2k words or create at least one piece of art* for the written work within the time frame specified, then they can participate!

>You may participate as a beta reader or pinch hitter writer/artist in place of an artist or writer role and gain access to the Discord server. You’ll just need to fill out the corresponding sign-up form!

Do I have to be accepted into this big bang?

>No! Unlike a zine, participants in a big bang do not need to go through an acceptance process. If you fill out our sign up form, you are automatically a participant! Do note, if you filled out our interest check, you will still need to sign up. 

What is a pinch-hitter?

>If one of our artists or writers needs to drop out after partnerships have already been determined, we can turn to our pinch hitters to fill that spot so their partner is still able to participate in the event.

If I sign up as an artist, what qualifies as art?

> In order to be as inclusive as possible towards as many different types of 'art', we will be expanding the definition of what we will accept as art. Allowed art mediums include Illustrations (traditional and digital), Photo Edits, Video Edits, Podfic, Cosplay, Moodboards/ Collages, and Playlists. We are open to other forms of art not listed here, but please speak with a mod about it prior to beginning your work! 

>Any piece(s) done for a work have to be a full illustration with a background and rendering, or the workload equivalent. If you are an artist seeking to create a non-illustration work for your partner and unsure what the workload equivalent may be, you can speak with a mod for clarity!

What are the requirements for writers?

>Based on our interest check, we will require writers to post at least 2k words for this event! Writers are free to write as much as they want, as long as 2k words are posted on their assigned posting date. 

>Writers will provide the mods with a summary prior to partnership selection that artists can view to select which summaries they like the most.

When does this bang begin?

>Our creation period will start in January, as determined by our interest check. More specific dates will be listed on our schedule here. 

>Things such as sign ups, summary selections, and partnership selections will happen prior to the creation period. Writers are free to begin their stories before the creation period starts, but cannot share information with artists prior to the creation period. We will outline all specific rules in our guidelines. 

Is NSFW content allowed?

>Yes, we are allowing NSFW content! We will make sure that any pairings working with NSFW content are 18 years or older. Please be honest with us about whether you are 18 or older; if we find out someone has been lying about this, they will be kicked and banned from the event. We also ask that upon posting that any content warnings applicable to the work is tagged properly. 

Will there be a theme for this event?

>Based on participant interest, the theme this year will be "Soulmates"!

>Following the theme is NOT required to participate. The theme is only meant to help with inspiration!

What genres are permitted?

>Any genre of fic/art will be allowed! 

Who’s organizing this event?

>Wolfkeeper989 ( tumblr / twitter / AO3 ), eegghhh  ( tumblr / twitter / AO3 ), and ModernArt2012 ( tumblr / twitter / AO3 ). We also have a great support mod in Hetafe ( tumblr / AO3 ).

>We will have a separate announcement with more details on our mods and their experience!

What’s the schedule for this event?

>You can view the NatShig Big Bang schedule here!

What if there are more writers than artists/artists than writers?

>The Interest Check did show that there was low interest from persons who are open to doing art for this particular bang, however there were respondents open to doing both as well as several persons interested in pinch hitting.

>We are also open to non-drawn forms of art - allowed art mediums beyond Illustrations (traditional and digital) include Photo Edits, Video Edits, Podfic, Cosplay, Moodboards/ Collages, and Playlists. We are open to other forms of art not listed here as well! We don't anticipate there will be a problem of having enough artists/writers for matching, but we will ensure everyone is partnered. 

What if I need to change something on my bang sign-up form? 

>The sign up forms are all set to share the response with the email you signed up with, as well as the ability to edit the responses, so you will have the ability to make changes until the form closes. If for whatever reason you no longer have access to the email and need to make changes, please ping a mod through the discord server and they will update the information for you.

 Can I include other pairings in my work?

> As long as NatShig is the main focus of the work, you can include whatever pairings you like. We do allow platonic NatShig, but we ask that you refrain from shipping them with others in the fic.

************************************************************************

If you have any questions that are not listed in this FAQ, they may be addressed in our guidelines, which will be posted at a later time. In the meantime, please feel free to send us an ask here on tumblr or send us a question on our curiouscat to be answered on our twitter!

[spyfoxplus]

Things that may be asked commonly:

[The Idea of Fox Spy]

I came up with this idea in a spur of the moment while doing homework. Doodled a Spycrab and thought: “what if I put it on a Fox’s body?” Then boom, Fox Spy was born.

I have no clue if it’s been done before, but until proven otherwise, I’m not going to claim credit for the idea of a Fox!spy. Of course I’ll claim credit for the art and characters (ocs) created, but I don’t want to accidentally step on someone’s toes for unintentionally copying their idea while saying I did it first. I don’t know for sure, this community is big.

[Art usage and Credit]

Speaking of credit, you are free to use my art as a pfp or save it for personal reasons like phone widgets or just to admire in your photo album. If you’re unsure, feel free to ask! The worst I can say is no, and even then I don’t mean it harshly.

All I ask is that you do not steal or claim my art or characters as your own. Editing and tracing my art is also on the fence, but please do ask! Again, I’m sure we can clear things up with a chat because I don’t want trouble. I’m just very sensitive with my art, having insecurities about it since I was young. So when I share it, I can only hope for a good experience. After all, I can’t hide it forever as my family says.

[Commissions]

Do not straight up ask for free art, please. This account is meant to be just a hobby on the side, and I really don’t want it to cause me too much stress. Its a draw when I can type of thing, and my motivation likes having mood swings.

Plus, I currently don’t have a way to accept money even if you are willing to pay. Something like an art trade may work, but I would suggest you ask me first and we can see things from there. I do warn you though, I am no draw over night kind of person and need my time to get things done. I also don’t want to accept too many at a time, because I crash easy. I’ll admit now that I am a massive pushover who has a habit of biting off more than I can chew. So please, be patient with me.

[Fanart and boundaries]

In this case, I’m not going to allow too much nsfw content. Sure the usual gore and jokes of the game may be here, but it’s probably going to be toned down a little. I don’t see this blog being anything Spicy, all I can see is fluffy and shenanigans from all around. So keep it PG 13 and let’s see how it goes. Again, if you’re unsure of something, please just ask.

As long as you respect the rules and remain kind, feel free to make fanart, fanfics, or such! I highly encourage it, as that was how I discovered my love of writing and art. Sure I may be timid, but please feel free to tag me as well! Knowing I helped inspire something in someone like the people around me have means a lot.

That’s it so far! I’ll probably add on to this post over time, but this is what we have to work with. Please do your best to follow them, and thank you for taking your time to read this! It means a lot to me that you guys wanted to see what and what not to do, and I hope you lot enjoy your stay!

— zDySimps

[mrskurono]

title: babysitting || Kei Tsukishima x MILF!Reader a/n: had this horny thot at the gym <3 word count: 6.7k+ tags: dark content, age gap (18 yr old Tsuki w/ mid 30s reader), no dom/sub dynamics, pervish Tsukishima, non con/accidental voyeurism, masturbation (female & male separate), oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, pining, porn with minor plot, smut w/fluffy ending, edited ish character(s): Kei Tsukishima (hq) synopsis: Third year Kei wanted a cushion of cash when he started college in the fall. But third year Kei really hated the idea of getting a mind numbing job he'd hate every second of. So when Takeda mentions a staff member has a kid needing babysat, well, third year Kei thought how hard could that be. Leading to the graduate doing more than watching a stressed mom's kiddo.

"There's everything for dinner in the fridge. Um, emergency numbers on the counter. Bed by eight and honestly you can do anything else after he goes to sleep. And I'll try to be home quickly. Again, I'm so sorry to be asking this but thank you. I don't know what I'd do without your help."

For the ¥1500 an hour Kei got for feeding dinner to a quiet kid and then putting said quiet kid to bed. It was the best of both worlds for the fresh high school graduate. He'd prepared for the worst when agreeing to watch a kid for Takeda-senpai's coworker after graduation. Lucked out on a sweet boy who seemed to like him more than any of his teammates did. And a working mom who was all but accommodating to him. Kei agreed every time you'd asked if he could babysit.

Leading to Kei being more than comfortable coming to your house anytime you asked. He genuinely kind of liked it. The quiet time. Someone other than Yamaguchi following him around. And a place his mother or older brother wouldn't bother him if all he choose to do was sit and stare at his phone. Your babysitting gig was his own little paradise. One that he got paid by a pretty lady for.

House to himself most of the time, Kei still kept his nose out of most people's business. Yours included. Prying wasn't his mentality with adult affairs. Even if when he reflected on it he was indeed an adult now. Still he didn't try to think much of it after a few weeks of not seeing any family photos in the home. It bugged him though. You were kind, spoke intelligently and smiled a lot. Be it all but enjoyable every time he got to talk to you or you baked him something special as a thank you on top of what you paid him. It made him wonder what happened to the other half of your household. If there ever was one. Not once did he dare ask though. But what little snooping Kei did in the house only turned up nothing.

For some reason this bugged him. Unsure why it did. Were you a widow? Had something tragic happened? Did this sweet kid ever have a second parent to speak of? Each passing weekend Kei got noisier. Perhaps he could help around the house a little more if he knew exactly what it was that kept you as a single woman. After all he was being paid ¥1500 hourly for a job he really didn't have to do anything about. Thoughts like these engulfed him more evenings than not when he was supposed to be babysitting.

Standing in the doorway just out of sight, the adolescent boy let his presence be known with a soft voice, "Tsukishima-san what are you doing?"

Startled a little Kei inadvertently tucked his phone against his leg even though there was no way the kid could see what he was looking at, "Oh- Do you need something? And I told you, Tsukki was fine."

This was the first time the boy hadn't stayed asleep after he was tucked in for the night. Kei was a little surprised and unsure what to do. Though he didn't look distraught. Still he worried he'd get in trouble if you got home and your son wasn't asleep.

Seeming fine he shook his head and rubbed at his eyes clearly tired, "No...I was just wondering when mommy would get home."

Kei sighed with relief. Missing you wasn't too bad he couldn't handle it. He closed his phone so your social media profile wouldn't be glaringly obvious if the kid saw his phone. Getting up to come kneel before his mini friend Kei offered a small smile for comfort, "Same time she does every Saturday night. Your mom will probably be home in about an hour and a half and she won't be very happy with either of us if you're still awake."

Quiet for a second, he then nodded, "Yeah, you're right Tsukki-san. I just wanted to be awake when she was sad again."

"Sad?" This confused him for a second. Kei hadn't seen you without a smile since he first met you. Though he wasn't privy to your personal life, he still felt a little like if you were upset with something he did then any good employer would have told him. Against his morals Kei stopped for a second before asking a little more, "Do you...know why she was sad?"

No surprise his little charge had no insight, "I don't know, I just heard mommy crying the other night after you left. But she stopped I think."

After he left? So it was something he did perhaps? Kei looked at the kid in front of him. Thought of a bunch of questions that he could perhaps ask the kid to try and get more information out of. But as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. Kei knew the poor thing should have been in bed. Not grilled for a million questions he had about the family dynamics. Or you for that matter.

"How about we get you back to bed, and if you mom seems sad when she gets home, well, then I'll take care of it? Does that sound ok?" Kei offered in an attempt to get him back into bed sooner than later.

Clearly weighing the offer. A smart kid, Kei couldn't help but smile at the coy little sucker deciding if his offer was enough. He was at least glad when he agreed that it was acceptable terms. Back to bed in exchange for Kei helping his mom if anything was wrong when you got off work.

Back in bed and sound asleep just as easy as the first time. He was thankful when it still looked like there would be an hour before you got home. Shrinking his duties by letting one kid stay up made Kei feel like he didn't deserve the pay if he couldn't do such a simple thing. But also it gave him a chance to pop up on his phone once more what he was looking at.

A few days ago Kei had been gutsy enough to search high and low for your social media account. Even more guts before he finally sent you a follow request. Arguing with himself that well if his cell service was faulty then he could get a message through to you via social media. Luckily not once had you mentioned it. And only accepted his request without a second thought.

Giving the nosey man a chance to snoop through every post you ever had. Perhaps in an attempt to learn more about the smiling coworker Takeda-senpai introduced him too. Or as Kei scrolled further down your feed he was realizing how his eyes drifted to other places than just your smile. Lost in the scrolling and staring trap, when the door unlatched in the front of the house Kei nearly dropped his phone.

Hasty to clear his recent apps as though he was guilty. Nothing seemed out of place to him when he looked up at you from the couch. Like every time you came in he was greeted with a smile even if it was nearing nine thirty.

"I'm so sorry Tsukishima-kun," You looked more than frazzled even with a smile on your face, "I'm late. I hope things weren't too much of a hassle."

Kei stood up from the couch as you came in. A healthy bit taller than you but what else was to be expected of a volleyball player. He shifted his weight awkwardly on his feet trying to clear the fog of the last hour of staring at photos of you on his phone, "Things were smooth. He was excited for dinner and went to bed fairly easy. It was nothing don't worry L/N-san."

"Y/N," You smile as you put your things away with the blond man watching you, "My son adores you and you have a key to the place, you can just call me Y/N."

Mentally noted Kei had said your first name a million times in his head but not once thought about how it might sound coming off his tongue. Still though he watched with a dull expression as you settled back in your space, "Um, I was wondering-" He stopped when you looked up at him from your purse, "-do you need help with anything else? Cleaning, I can kind of cook if you don't want to prep meals. Um- Anything?"

"Oh?" You were surprised by the offer, "Do you need more cash? I can just give you a little more if that's what you need so you don't have to do more or stay later."

"I can stay later." Kei popped off right away.

"I'm sure you're family would like to-"

"My brother's home on summer break. My mom has plenty of help when he's home."

Your smile returned and Kei couldn't help the slight tightness in his chest when it was directed at him, "Your mom's lucky to have two sweet boys to help her." Awkwardly taking the compliment Kei didn't really have the right words to retort but was comforted when you spoke up again, "If you really don't mind helping though, I'll give you an extra two hours pay if you wouldn't mind helping prep some things for tomorrow morning. It was...a long day."

Without hesitation Kei agreed. Not even concerned what it was you might ask for help with. Second guessing himself that it might not be something he could do. Kei was relieved when you really only asked for him to wash and peel a bunch of vegetables so they were prepped for the following morning. Ones for a stew you'd made a few times before that he had to admit was one of your favorite dishes. Diligently Kei went about washing them when he noticed you were going to roll up your sleeves and help.

"I can get these done." He had no idea why he was offering something so mundane, "I prep for my mother all the time."

"Are you sure?" Clear on your face you weren't use to such an offer.

Kei nodded, "They're just vegetables."

"Thank you." You sighed with a little bow, "Thank you so much. If you don't mind, I need to shower. Your pay is on my wallet when you finish. I really appreciate it."

He nodded once more. Feeling an oddity for the praise as the tips of his ears heated up. Kei knew you had a second job as a server which he did not envy. But nice things too nice amounts of money so he didn't fault you for wanting to wash up after a second day. He obliged and said he'd get things cleaned up before he left. Once more feeling the tightness in his chest when nothing but praise left your lips and that big smile.

Certainly not two hours worth of more work. Kei finished washing and placing things back before it seemed you were even out of the washroom. Fine with him, he still couldn't take the extra ¥1500 so he figured he'd take that out of whatever you left him on your belongings.

Fairly use to your places layout, he knew your purse should be on the table as you walk in. To his surprise though he didn't see it. Actually he didn't see your shoes either. You must have accidentally brought them into the bedroom with you. Which meant that was probably where your purse and his pay was.

A room he'd been in before Kei weighed just waiting to get his compensation. Though a thorn in his side as he had planned to pick a few things up tomorrow. Just going in and snagging the money and he'd be out in no time.

Careful not to make a noise he saw your purse exactly where he'd suspected you'd leave it. On the corner of the bed with your shoes and other things. Among them were the dirty clothes clearly peeled off of you set neatly on the bed. Not one to dig through laundry Kei took a steady breath and just told himself you'd probably pick them up later after your bath so he shouldn't even look at them.

Looking wasn't the problem. What he heard was something entirely different.

Something of a muffled gasp. Kei didn't even take his payment without jumping a little at the sound. Head whipping around to the noise. When it came again before he registered the first one. He felt his entire body go flush.

"S-Shit-"

A moan. Your moan.

Kei suddenly felt his heart in his throat. And an unfamiliar twinge below. All but frozen he stood there before he realized the door was partially open. Not really open, a crack perhaps. Enough so that a pool of light came out and if he stepped closer he could...

No! He needed to respect your boundaries and pretend he heard nothing. Nothing of the lewd noise coming from the bathroom. Knowing that your face would be painted in a different expression than just a smile. Perhaps on in the throws of pleasure. Something he'd thought about but didn't entertain the idea. Kei felt his mind picking up speed just as his heartbeat did.

He should leave. He should turn around and leave. He should leave and act like this didn't happen. He shouldn't be edging closer to the door. He shouldn't be holding his breath as he leaned into the sliver of light just to see the cause of your noises.

He shouldn't. But he did.

Immediately he felt his cock twitch in his pants. The sight of you. Legs spread on either side of the soaking tub. Shower head clearly not in it's holder. Kei felt his heart racing as both your hands were under the water as well as the shower head. A clear beautiful picture of what was happening.

"F-Fuck- Mmm-"

Enchanted to watch you raise one hand to your lips. Fingers passing your lips as Kei watched you suck the water off them earnestly. Not hiding the fact you wished it was something else. Doing so to clearly muffle your moans. It didn't matter though as he saw everything first hand. In no time there was no way Kei could keep his trembling hands still.

Finding his palm pressed against the crotch of his pants. He knew what he was doing. With the crack of the door hiding his entire frame behind the rest of it. Kei didn't try to stop himself. Better yet, he didn't even think to stop himself.

Fumbling with his zipper like it was the first time he'd ever undone his slacks. Kei cursed himself for the second he had to take his eyes off you. Frantic like he'd miss anything. The second his long fingers curled around his cock though it took no time at all for his golden eyes to soak up the scene before him.

Strokes with no rhyme or reason. He could already feel the tightness in his stomach just the second his thumb swiped over his slit. Drooling precum that he only smeared back onto his cock as Kei focused around his swollen tip in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly. The man leaned into the door frame with a catch in his breath.

Your eyes were closed. Head tipped back against the lip of the tub. Fingers no longer in your mouth. Instead groping at your own breast. Twisting and tugging on your nipple as your body shifted in the water. Kei wanted more than anything to see that shower head between your legs. Knowing the sweetness that must have been your poor oversensitive clit being treated so well with the massage setting of the shower head. Knowing your legs were spread and trembling with the vibration of water against you. Sparing the thought his tongue could do so much more. And when that thought crossed his mind. His blond head between your legs instead of the shower head-

"S-Shit! Kei-"

His name. Static swallowed him up. The buck in his hips as Kei clasped his hand over his own mouth. Biting down on the meat of his thumb just to muffle his moans as his body twitched. Warmth gushing into his hand there wasn't even a chance for the young man to register anything but the wave of pleasure as his cum dripped through his fingers. Suddenly light headed it took a second for him to register your call to his name meant. His high cumming in time with your own when he saw you shudder in the bath tub.

A huge sigh leaving you. Kei looked down to see the streaks of cum dripping off his fingers and the puddle he'd left on the ground. Suddenly aware of what just happened. He couldn't scuff the mark on your carpet fast enough as he tried to regain his composure. In the panicked dash to not get caught, Kei left without his pay completely. Dry cum sticky on his hand and the thud in his chest as his body still ached after that knee buckling orgasm. All he could think about was one thing.

His name. He heard his name from your lips.

Replayed about five hundred more times in his head. No amount of banishing the thought or simply trying to force it to runs its course made the plaguing thought stop. The way you twitched and came in the tub calling his name in a muffled moan. Kei was flush with the image constantly. In an attempt to get rid of it he thought simply going home and jerking off again would help.

It didn't.

Once more. Twice more. Until he just had nothing left in him. Kei was stuck that night thinking of nothing but you even when he couldn't squeeze even a drop out of himself. Unsure he'd ever masturbated this much. He was even more unsure what to do when there was nothing he could but think about you in every compromising thought he'd ever had these past few weeks. Now with the knew knowledge of what you might look and sound like if they were to ever happen.

To happen? What was he even thinking? He would be lucky if you hadn't found the mess he left and never wanted to see him again. Accuse him of spying like some hard up perv. A four eyed freak. Suddenly Kei was worried about the trouble he might get into but even more worried that he might never see you again. All for a brief immature impulse he could have controlled if he really wanted to.

Then a simple text.

'You left your pay! I'm so sorry I didn't leave it out!'

You hadn't noticed then?

Kei spent a good four hours sitting on that text. Overthinking. Over analyzing. Feeling like a fool until he succumbed to the thought perhaps you just genuinely hadn't noticed. And if you hadn't noticed, then he was in the clear.

Your text was easily remedied. After profound apologies on your end. One's Kei just tried to play off as nothing. A solution was met with the fact that you needed to have him come watch your son at the beginning of the week. Pay for the missed day plus, the one you needed a babysitter for and extra as an apology for stiffing him the last time. Everything seemed normal. Kei could bury this down and pretend it didn't happen if you never noticed.

Like every other time he'd come to watch your son. Nothing seemed to change. You still smiled. Told them what was already prepped for him. How your son was doing that day and of course when you'd be back. Simple enough. Kei was quiet but you didn't seem to notice. Not like he wanted you to notice but something stuck in his craw as he watched your face with extra attention to detail. The image of you in the bath still etched in his head.

Thankfully when you left though things seemed normal.

Routine as all the other times had been. Kei sat at the table on his phone as his little charge colored quietly.

"....Tsukki-san, do you like my mom?" The question swooped onto him without warning. He nearly dropped his phone on the table to see the kid hadn't even looked up from his drawing with such a question.

"What? Why would you ask that?" Kei choked on his words a little harder than he meant to. An accident if they came out harsh but he struggled to clamor for a calm before his face lite up.

A little bit of a shrug from the kid who only kept shading his drawing, "I don't know....mommy smiles a lot when you're around and you listen nicely to her. My teacher said you listen to people important to you. So I figured mommy was important to you.

"Well, she pays me." He rubbed the back of his neck trying to chalk this up to kids being kids, "It would be rude to not listen."

"Mommy's boss doesn't listen to her."

"The Principle?" He was a little surprised considering the patient he and his team mates had been gifted for three whole years from the Karasuno principle.

"No." He shook his head and picked up a different colored pencil, "The food and drink boss. I think that's one of the reasons she cries."

So your other job sucked. Not surprised. And definitely a reason to come home after a shitty day and relax as such. He might have ruined a poor working woman's only way of unwinding. Still though Kei dwelled on the fact his name from your lips never once left his thoughts.

"...does your mom talk about me?"

The kid looked up from his artwork with a deadpan look. One Kei almost immediately regretted the question that came out of his mouth. If he could take it back he would. Before that though the kiddo opened his mouth, "She likes you. She says nice things about you when I tell her about our day together."

Close to the way his chest tightened when he heard you moan his name. There wasn't a lot more he wanted to hear. Even though he was feeling particularly chatty for the stoic man. Kei clung to the idea the rest of the day that you talked about him. Maybe it was just to your own kid who liked him. But still it made his heart race thinking you spared him more than one thought.

Engulfed in his thoughts all day. By the time the kid was yawning after dinner Kei didn't realize it was an hour before normal bed time. Offering him an earlier bed time. Kei was surprised hear him take the offer. Easy enough he thought. Meaning he'd have two hours of quiet before you would come in.

Tucked in. House picked up. Kei tried to guess if there was something to be prepped for the following days meal. But as he stared at the more than empty fridge he was startled when the front door clicked.

Quickly stealing a glance at the clock above the sink. He realized you were home over an hour early. About to walk around the divider wall and ask if you needed any help. Kei froze in his steps when he heard a sniffle. Startled Kei carefully came around the wall to see you wiping at your face still fully dressed and purse clutched to your chest.

"...are you ok L/N-san?" Kei's quiet question didn't go unnoticed.

Jumping at the suddenness. You clearly tried to gather yourself in front of him, "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't text or call I'd be early! I'm so sorry did I interrupt bath time I-"

"No no, he's already in bed," Kei's usual facade dipped into a frown as his blond brows pinched together, "Um, I'm sorry if this is too forward but...do you need some help?"

"This?" You laugh a little defeat with a shrug, "No it's fine I'm sorry. Here I'm sure you wanna get going let me get your pay and-"

He immediately shut down the shuffling you were doing in your purse, "I can stay." A clear deer in the headlights look. Your hand stays stuffed in your purse for a second as Kei awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, "I'd be here another hour anyways. I can stay."

For as blotchy as your eyes looked. He felt that familiar flutter in his chest when your lips curled into a soft smile. One that only looked so much sweeter when you wiped the remnants of tears from your eyes and smiled at him, "That's very sweet of you."

Once more with the subtle praise Kei didn't understand the way his skin prickled and heart picked up it's pace. Looking at you smiling though suddenly he realized he didn't want to leave at all. An hour or not. He wanted to stay regardless of the pay.

Kindly you'd offered him a drink. Well aware of the things you had in your home Kei didn't really want anything but tea when you offered a plethora of drinks more geared to kids than adults. Tea it was though when you both sat down on the couch. A huge sigh leaving you and Kei feeling stiffer than he normally would. Unable to untrain his eyes from watching every movement you made.

"How was he today?"

Caught off guard Kei blinked a few times until he realized you meant your son, "Good. He was good. We went to the park to swing and he ran into some of his friends. I think that's why he was extra tired today."

"That's good." You smile softly with the lip of your mug against your lips, "...I know I say this a lot but thank you. My son really enjoys the days you come over."

"He's a good kid," Kei rubbed his thumb over his mug unable to take a drink yet. Knots in his stomach terrorizing as all he could think about was the few inches between him and you on the couch.

About ready to say something else. Kei opened his mouth just to be stuffed by the surprise of your sniffling. Panicked to see you wiping at your eyes but still smiling. He quickly tried to take the cup from your hands as you laughed through the tears.

"Heh- I'm glad. I'm glad he's so well-" It's obvious you can't stop them from coming, "I miss him. I miss him so much. Making ends meet all these years. I miss being home. With him- God you must think I'm a mess I'm so sorry let me-"

"No." His firmness in his voice catches you off guard. Kei swallows the lump in his throat when you look over at him. Something about your red eyes and dewy lashes becoming the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. You stare at him stunned for as long as it takes he can't think of anything else. Until finally it's too much.

Static in the room as everything stands still in the second his lips meet yours. Warm from the tea you sipped before hand. His own palms warm from holding the mug when he slips them against the tops of your hand. With his heart beating in his throat. The way Kei presses into the kiss lasts a million years while also being done in the blink of an eye.

Pulled away only when he realizes you didn' reject him. A swath of emotions all go like static in his head as Kei stares at you now closer to him on the couch. Unmoving even after the kiss. The seconds drifting between each last longer than the sudden kiss it seems.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

Met with your warm palms flush against the sides of his neck. Kei is pulled down into another kiss. One that's deeper than what he spared you. Under no complaints though he urges his body into the kiss when his hands quickly come up to cup your cheeks in his palms. Meeting your lips with all the excitement that had been building in him since that first day you smiled at him.

Broken for breath, Kei doesn't let it end. Peppering your lips with kisses even as they miss their mark a few times and end up on the corner of your lips and on the bow of your lips, "I- I wanna stay-"

Terrified of what you're words might be. Kei wasn't a gambling man. Or a nosey man. Or even a gutsy man. He didn't want to know your answer to his heat of the moment question.

"Stay-" Your breath against his lips as your eyes fluttered shut just as your forehead pressed to his, "Please- Stay."

A gamble paid off. Emotions still clouded in static all he cared about was kissing you more.

Pecks and peppers turning to lips parted and moans exchanged. It wasn't until his hands found their way up the hem of your shirt did it hit you.

"Not here-" You kissed him frantically like your lips would fall off if you didn't, "Bedroom-Please-"

Fine with him. The couch too small for all his limbs anyway. Unable to keep your bodies apart as Kei hastily tried to pull your shirt off with shaky hands. You doing the same as your hands pushed up his shirt. You both crashed down on your bed in nothing but your underwear before you knew it. Sure there was a trail of clothes. None of that mattered.

"Are you sure?" Baited breath as you looked up at the blond man above you, "I don't want you to think you have to I-"

"I've wanted to since the day we talked." Kei mumbled into your neck. Lips dancing over the sensitive part of your jawline, "I saw you- I just- I need you."

"Kei." Just like the other night when his name rolled off your lips it sent him into a frenzied state. Every which way he could think of having you. And suddenly he was having you.

Kisses moving down your collar bone. Following the strap of your bra. Kei felt his heart threatening to erupt from his chest. Not his first time. It was certain his first time being this intoxicated by his partner. When he hesitated above your bra Kei licked his lips impulsively when you tugged down your bra.

Breasts spilling over the top of your worn bra. Didn't matter to him what you were in as he looked at the stretch marks across the tops of your breasts and how soft they looked. Just as wonderful as they'd looked in the bath. His mouth watered until he couldn't stand it anymore.

Latching himself to the same breast he saw you playing with. His guess was right. A loud moan coming from your lips as his tongue danced around the hardening bud. Big middle blocker hand coming up to grope them both as his mouth could only pay attention to one at a time.

Buried in his work. Kei couldn't help the moan against your soft mounds as your leg came up to rub against his crotch. Clothed cock leaking into his boxer briefs. Your moans encouraging him to rub against your thigh as he couldn't tear himself away from your tits. Delighted to just have your breasts in his face. Kei didn't find it fair to not offer you a bit more.

Hand drifting down your soft stomach. It was the hitch in his breathing when his fingers grazed over the wetness of your panties. Pressing his fingers against the wettest part of them as he looked up at your with half lidded golden eyes. Seeing your reaction to the grinding of his fingers against your clothed cunt meant he needed more.

Kissing down your breasts. Each stretch mark and soft supple inch of skin. The broad shouldered man finally made it between your legs. All but a mess of blond waves as he kissed all over your thighs and ghosted his lips over the crotch of your panties.

"K-Kei-" You moaned, fists clenching the bedding under you as your body felt like it was on fire.

He needed no other go ahead. Long fingers peeling your panties down to reveal what he'd dreamt about since he saw you in the bath.

Cunt lips soaked and plump. Your poor swollen bud peaking out from your wetness. Kei licked his lips never having wanted to tasted something so bad in his life. And taste is exactly what he did.

Tongue diving between your folds. His tasting was relentless. Kei lapped at your core. Finding the most enjoyment as his tongue swirled around your clit. Harder with each passing second against his tongue. It was when your hands found his hair that he felt like everything was perfect.

Your fingers tight in his curls. Hips shuddering under him. A delicate touch peeling away your cunt lips so he could his undivided attention to your clit. Kei found himself lost with your juices coating his face before your moans choked in your throat.

"I- I can't! Kei- Kei I'm cumming!" Body shuddering and his tongue not stopping. He kept you pinned under him as you rode out orgasm on his tongue. Each buck and thrust of your hip only met with the fact Kei wouldn't let up on bringing you to nothing short of nirvana.

With the thump in your pussy. Feeling the waves of pleasure still washing over you. When his lips finally left your core and you saw with half lidded eyes how wet his face was and his poor cock straining against his briefs. You quickly try to offer going down on him in return.

"Please....I saw you in the bath the other night," Kei confessed from above you, "Please let me-"

"Fuck me." You beat him to it, "Absolutely fuck me Kei."

A throb to his cock. Fearing he might cum the second he touched you. Still he couldn't pass this up.

Pulling himself free of the confines of his underwear. Squeezing the base of his cock as he lingered above you. Precum dripped and drool onto your thigh. Immediately you spread your legs in the most inviting way possible. Even if he wanted to say no, there was nothing he could do to stop himself.

Swiping his cock head against your soaked lips. Electricity shoots through his body. Kei can feel how heavy his balls are. Nothing driving him more than the idea of fucking you full. Realizing now it's what he's wanted since the day he met you.

More than wet enough, Kei sinks himself into your cunt with a guttural sigh leaving him. Warm walls clenching and fluttering around him. Once he feels your plush lips swallow him all the way to the base. It's when he has to plant his arms on either side of you just to catch his breath.

You clearly had other ideas though. When he took in a steady breath is at the same moment you start moving your hips. Willingly fucking yourself on his cock as Kei stares down at you under him. There's nothing he can think to say. As you work yourself on him and moan under him. He's certain he could loose it just like this. But the desire to thrust into you is simply too much.

Laying most of his weight down onto you. Inadvertently scooping your hips up and pushing deeper inside you. Kei feels like he's going to melt as the curve of his cock certain kisses the back of your cervix. Breath ragged and forehead already dewy with sweat. His thrusts start slow until your lewd moans are too much to ignore.

"Kiss me- Kei kiss me-" Not needing to be told twice. His lips crash onto yours. Letting his thrusts get a little sloppy but neither of you seem to mind.

Tightness around his length just as each thrust feels like it might be his last. Kei gives up on being propped on his arms. Instead curling them around you as tight as he can as the man desperately thrusts into you. A first time for everything, he can't believe the little moans that leave his own lips as his high comes closer and closer to crashing down on him.

"In me-"

"W-What-"

"In me! God fuck cum in me please-" You hips buck up best they can in this position. Finally leading to you just wrapping your legs around his waist and letting Kei fuck you at his own pace, "Please Kei- Fill me up-"

Swallowed up in the moment. Asked for his cum. Cunt swallowing him up and mind going fuzzy as his kisses turn sloppy. Kei can't keep it together anymore.

"S-Shit- y-y/n-" Groan leaving him in the seconds his hips stall out. The tall man ruts his hips into yours hard one last time as his high reaches an unreturnable point.

Swallowed up in his own pleasure. Shared with you as the warmth of his cum floods your aching walls. Even dripping down between your ass cheeks. It's in one big sigh that the both of you relax. But don't move from your embrace.

Kei's face still buried in your neck. As his cock still sunk deep in you with the cum he left you just like you asked. You exhale contentedly under him as your grip on his shoulders loosen. Instead ending up with fingers in the curls at the base of his neck as the two of you both catch your breath in the post glow warmth of your shared intimacy.

"...I could come more often, to help," Kei quickly clarified his mumble into your neck. The man stiffening a little bit above you but refusing to let go, "And maybe...you don't have to pay me so you know...you could quit that second job."

"Kei-" You voice rolls off his tongue in the same way he loves hearing it.

Something about it though he can't bring himself to let you go. Afraid of the look you might give him or answer. Inadvertently he hugs you tighter as his face stays tucked in your neck.

"Don't say it's because I feel bad or anything." He swallowed hard on the lump in his throat, but bit the bullet and lifted his head from your neck to look at you under him, "I want to. I want to be...around you more...both of you."

A quiver to your bottom lip. Eyes searching his face for a trace of doubt. Until finally your gaze falls on his golden eyes fixated on you. That tremble to your lip disappears when he doesn't waiver. Replaced with a big smile and a little giggle, "We'd both like that very much."

Nuzzling your nose against his. Kei steals another kiss. Unbelievably so feeling his lips curl into a smile against your own. Fingers tracing small circles against his neck as the kiss fades, Kei reburies his face in your neck and hugs you tight under him.

"Your son?" Kei mumbles worried about the one thing that might be an issue.

You giggle and lean your head against the side of his as you hug him tight against you even as none of you make a single motion to move away. Realizing this might be the first night in months that you don't cry yourself to sleep amidst the rest of everything else. You kiss the side of Kei's head and feel him do the same with a kiss on your shoulder, " Don't worry. He's always wanted to have breakfast with you."

Something about that made the tall man laugh and he had to add, "And you?"

You shut your eyes instead of staring at the ceiling. Just enjoying the warmth as the two of you lay together as Kei continues to pepper your shoulder his kisses, "I'll have a cup of coffee."

"How about a cup of coffee and a kiss?" Kei lifts his head to look at you.

That same smile spread of your lips and Kei fights everything in him not to kiss you right then and there, "Yeah. A kiss and coffee sounds perfect."

[bengrossbirthdaybash2022]

HELLO BEN GROSS NATION!

For those of you who didn't know, Ben's birthday is (probably) 22 September 2004. If he were a real boy, he would be turning 18 this year! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Because I love him and I hold birthdays in sacred regard, I have decided to throw him a weeklong birthday party here on the internet.

I have set up a special account for Ben’s birthday here: @bengrossbirthdaybash2022 . Submissions and asks will open on 15 September as the event will be a week long. They will close at the end of the day on 22 September, at which point this blog will serve as an archive displaying all content from the event.

However, you do not need to submit to this blog to participate! You can also simply tag your posts #bengrossbirthdaybash2022. I will track this tag on both my main @benjamingross and this @bengrossbirthdaybash22 blog.

I will reblog all submissions on this birthday blog assuming that they follow the guidelines. Luckily, there are only 4 guidelines:

Content must be primarily about Ben. Other characters (such as Devi in Benvi content) are allowed, though they must be accompanied by something Ben-related.

No explicit sexual content.

Be kind to other users - harassment will not be tolerated and I will block and disregard all submissions from those that even indirectly harass other users.

Do not engage in ship wars.

Submissions may include:

Fanfiction

Traditional or digital art

Gif sets

Meta essays

Anything else that strikes your fancy!

For those submitting fanfiction:

I have created a Collections folder on Ao3 for the event. You can access it here. Make sure to tag your works as part of the Collection so that the folder is compiled in the best possible way.

If you are interested in following themed guidelines, here are some ideas! You do not need to follow these restrictions if you do not wish to, but they are a great choice for those unsure of where to begin.

15/9 : Explore your favourite aspect of Ben’s character.

16/9: Unpack your favourite performance by Jaren Lewison.

17/9 : Create something relating Ben to a song you like. (Could be a gifset with song lyrics, a fanfic based off a song, etc).

18/9 : Try your hand at something artsy, even if you do not consider yourself an artist! As Ben taught us, art can be a good outlet - let’s take a page out of his (sketch)book. (Since I will reblog all submissions on this blog, this is a good chance to display art that you are proud of.)

19/9 : Gif your favourite Ben scene in the series. You can use this tool to try your hand at this free of charge.

20/9 : Give fanfiction a try! Write a little 500-word drabble about something that interests you regarding Ben. Remember to put it in the Ao3 collections folder!

21/9 : Create an edit using a photo editing app.

22/9 : Your hopes for Ben in both season 4 and beyond!

HAVE FUN!

[writingsofhubris-a]

Villainous Thing Ch. 3

And we can't have you living a lie    

[AO3]  | [ Series Masterlist > | Ch. 2 | Ch. 4 ] Rating:  Explicit WC: 4.1k | 10.6k Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Falling In Love, Retrograde Amnesia, Caretaking, Anxiety Disorder, Eventual smut, Fandom:   Sorcerer’s Apprentice (2010)   Ship:  Maxim Horvath x Reader Disc:    Finding a man in an alley, unable to even remember his full name, you  couldn’t help the offer of help. In NYC, people got hurt a lot, if they weren’t looked out for, and in your neighborhood, people helped each  other when they could. Somehow, you knew that the moment the smartly  dressed man had stumbled onto your bed, things would change. Things  would be vastly different. If only he could remember who the fuck he was.

 Usually, when you got home, the house was quiet, Maxim preferring the silence that he could get when your neighbors were out. You’d understood his disposition, even if loud music was your method to cure madness.

 But the soft clanging the kitchen made you walk further into your apartment, seeing Maxim struggling with the limited space. The steam of the broth had shaken a couple pieces of his hair loose, despite his best attempts to continually smooth and fight with it into submission.

 You watched as Maxim took a ladle, and started to stir the soup again. Your hat came off, a small clump of snow making a loud ��plop’ as it hit the flooring. You opened your jacket, walking to him.

 “Smells good. Really good.”

 “Minestrone soup,” he replied, eyes on the liquid. “Another memory. Have you ever had it before?”

 “Can’t say I have. But I got the bread like you asked.” You pulled out a freshly made sourdough loaf, setting it on the one clean spot in the kitchen. You quickly took to cleaning and setting the table for you,

 Domesticity like this hadn’t come easily to Maxim. You had settled in a little quicker, happy to be able to split work after you came home from an engagement, only to have to turn around and work on editing each photo to just right.

 You finished setting the table right as Maxim finished, setting the pot on an old pot holder to serve you both directly. A chunk of bread was torn off for you both, and you couldn’t help your groan of pleasure after your first bite.

 “This is absolutely delicious. I need you to cook more often for me.”

 “I only just remembered a recipe for it last night. Thankfully, I didn’t forget anything.”

 “Did you remember anything else?” You didn’t often push for such information, the pained look on his face almost always too much for you to bear. Today, the look didn’t filter onto his face, joy replacing it in the smallest amounts. No, he didn’t remember who Veronica was any more than he could remember exactly what he’d been doing the few minutes before you had found him. But he’d remembered more people; Balthazar was one of the first names. Maxim believed him to be some old friend, but that they had ended up victims of a falling out over something.

 “Or someone,” you had pointed out. “Wouldn’t be the first time two guys stop talking ‘cause of a woman.” Maxim paused, thinking for a few moments.

 “It may very well have.”

 “Continue,” you then said, digging back into your soup to shut your mouth up.

 Merlin and Morgana, he knew both had mentored him at some point, but more than that he was unsure. He didn’t even know if they knew each other.

 “Maybe that’s why you knew so much about those myths I’d been reading. Maybe you were in theater?" The look of reproach would have been enough, but Maxim stood, collecting your bowls with efficiency. Apparently that would be a solid no. But his voice started to ring out again, And you let yourself fall into listening to his voice. It was rare that he would offer such stories, allowing himself to indulge. He was too focused on regaining memories, that it was only at our behest that he would ever stop and take a few moments away from trying to recall what wasn’t ready to come.

 He led you to the living room at last, and you could tell he was about finished. The final words rang, the last pieces that had clicked together settling into your mind. It almost didn’t sound like there was much to be recovered from here. The natural light filtering in from your window had long since disappeared. You took a few moments, trying to organize everything he’d told you. The most surprising of course was the final sentence.

 “Wow. I gotta say, this is much more entertaining than the traveling magician I thought you were originally.”

 “You doubt me.” The accusation was clear, and your shoulder lifted. “I am not a traveling magician in the way you are familiar with.” Maxim shifted for a moment, pulling a small glass figurine that you’d picked up ages ago. A little scuffed from its time in the streets, but still clearly some form of animal. He shifted his cane to rest against his knee, and you let your eyes move over it again, landing on the dark blue jewel at top. Unthinkingly, your finger moved the black ring you always wore on your finger, fidgeting in the smallest way afforded to you.

 Maxim’s hand moved between you, his upturned palm a perfect rest for the tiny figurine. Maxim’s hand moved to brush a small piece of lint off the head of it, only for the glass to suddenly shift, cocking the glass head.

 The sudden movement made you fly back to your edge of the sofa, hands resting on oversized cushions.

 “Maxim, what the fuck?” Your voice was lowered, looking between the glass and his shadowed eyes.

 “The Alchemy of Motion. One of the houses of discipline in which I was taught. In addition to my memories, my magic, my spells, have returned to me in a small amount.” His smile appeared, proud of his mind for a moment. “This spell returned in the time it took me to take a breath, from start to end.” You couldn’t help shifting to him, the small figurine bouncing around his palm once again. Fractals of light reflected from it, shifting and moving each hop that it took.

 “Is it alive?”

 “No, simply manipulated by the laws that govern it.”

 “Which means you’re manipulating it with…”

 “Magic.” His words cut into you, offering the final word needed. Your hand moved to rest over your lips, trying to hold in the sudden rush of nerves. You were more than overwhelmed, even as you watched the slight luminosity disappear from both his cane, and the figurine. His hand closed around the figurine, mostly back in its former shape, before setting it on the coffee table.

 “Okay.” You felt your knee bouncing just slightly, trying to force the rejection of this knowledge from your mind. Words were mostly failing you, and your default reaction was on your lips; comedy. “I assume we’re working with normal genie rules?”

 “Genies, no. They’re much more limited in their scope.”

 “I thought it was just the love, reanimation, killing thing.”

 “I only met one.”

 “Can anyone become a… magician?”

 “Sorcerer, not magician,” he corrected. “Not everyone has the ability, and not every person who can become one, does.”

 “How can you tell?” You could tell that he wasn’t as sure in that answer, eyes turning away from you for just a moment. “You’re going to have to tell me once you remember.” If he ever did.

 “That leads me to my final topic for the night.” Well, shit. He’d never broached a topic like that before. You straightened slightly, only to lean your elbow against the back of the sofa, head cocked.

 “Hit me.”

 “I have managed to set up an appointment with the company I own. If I am able to convince these board members just who I am, then I should regain more of what I have lost.” The words spoke of progress, good progress, meaning that Maxim would be able to return to his life. You didn’t know just  why the words a pit opened in your stomach instead of hope for him.

 “Awesome. When’s that set for?”

 “Two weeks from today, at one.” His displeasure was colored on his face, a slight scowl appearing. “The assistant I had gotten in contact with claimed each of my board members had decided to go on a vacation, and were unreachable in the interim.”

 “So, you’ve got two more weeks of simply being Maxim.” You pulled out your phone, and looked at the date. “The final two weeks of 2010, and in 2011, you’ll be back to the owner of an insurance company.” Your thumb drummed against the side of your phone for a second, before you stood up from the sofa. “Let’s go get ice cream.”

 “With the weather?” You looked out the window, seeing the start of fat, white snowflakes drifting on the other side of the glass.

 “And? That corner shop’s going to be open, and if they’re out of ice cream, I’ll get something else. You coming?” You already had grabbed your goat and boots, heavy things that kept in your warmth without becoming waterlogged from melted snow. You always were thankful for the protection they offered you, swathing you from the elements.

 Maxim’s footfalls, almost too close, alerted you to him behind you. You only allowed a glance to the side as he put on that heavy coat you’d first found him in, and though it was mismatched with the warmest of the sweaters you’d gotten him, he mainly looked warm.

 By the time you both were on the street, snow had already covered the walk, as well as some of the parked cars. People were hurrying about, faster than either of you wished to walk for the night.

 “Beautiful.” Your eyes were on the mess of humanity mixing with nature, meaning you missed just where Maxim was looking.

 Someone pushed you forward in their hurry to get to their destination, pulling you away from Maxim for a few seconds. You almost lost him, until your hand was taken by a large hand, tugging you back the way you’d been pushed from. Your hand was placed on his elbow, and he tucked you into his side effectively. In doing so, you were sucked into the bubble that was how Maxim walked through the world.

 Between him and the snow, the world became muffled. Looking up the distance to his face, you were struck with the simple elegance that spread through his body, that allowed him the presence to make people move aside for him. Every second of the memories he had shared with you, it was almost impossible to not realize that he was a sorcerer of old, a man who had walked centuries more than anyone you’d ever met before.

 He made you feel safe. His very presence soothed the anxiety that’d been building in you.

 You’d almost forgotten the destination you’d been the one to set, until Maxim opened the door to the ice cream parlour. A wave of sugar-scented air hit you, then the warmth that’d been kept in by the old door. Your name was loudly, hollered out in the empty parlour. You laughed, using your hand on Maxim to pull him through the doors. You left thirty minutes later with a cone for each of you, and a chocolatey frozen tub for yourself, later.

 Taking Maxim’s arm felt like the most natural progression when you stepped back into the snow. You didn’t want the rest of the walk back to end. Short as it was, you were sneaking looks up at his profile, memorizing each divot as you could. Even his dimples, so rarely seen by you, were out for just a few moments. Specks of flakes landed on his coat, only to melt moments later.

 With a firmness in your heart, you really didn’t want these last two weeks to disappear. If you could live in these moments for the rest of your life, and ignore everything else, you couldn’t confidently admit if you’d choose the right option.

 December 31st, ten AM. The time and date were reflected in digitized format over your phone, the call you’d just been on finally ending. A sigh, leaning back into the chair you’d been sitting in.

 Maxim had been getting ready during your phone meeting, and when you heard the bedroom door open, you waited for him to walk down the hallway.

 You’d been expecting a man with timeless beauty, that was for sure. But the miraculously unscathed suit still fit him like a glove, hugging his figure and flattering him in just the right ways. He looked like he should have been walking down a street in Victorian London, not walking down your tiny hallway.

 You didn’t hide the look you were giving him, taking in his hand grasping the shaft of his cane, the straight back, the poker face he always wore.

 Even despite the proof you had of his years on this earth, the inability to work most electronics prime above all of them, it wasn’t until you saw him cleaned up and dressed properly that you really believed his claim. There wasn’t even a hint of the man you’d found months ago, half crumpled in pain and a lack of memory. In his hands was a bowler hat that you only had had for a few months, the one you had found just before him.

 “Where did you get this?”

 “Found it, the night that I found you. Just seemed to be thrown out, but it still was good.”

 “This is mine.”

 “I found it at the mouth of the alley.”

 “May I have it back?” Part of you wanted to keep it, now that you knew that it was his.

 “Of course.”

 The only thing that had been missing was his coat, which he took and laid over his arm after a beat. He was ready to go to the meeting, and to you, this would be the last moments that you would ever see the man. These last moments of drinking in his assured nature would be the ones to stick in your mind this entire time.

 And Maxim was ready to leave.

 “I think that just how you look would make them believe you’re the owner.” The smile you’d become so familiar with once again appeared on his lips, ��taking the compliment you’d offered him with the grace you’d only seen in him.

 “Do you think such? It’s the only clothing I have to allow myself to feel presentable.”

 “Oh, it’ll work wonders.” And perhaps more on any woman he decided to pursue after this. That disappointment that so often flooded your body once again appeared, and it took every fiber in your being to hold in those feelings. You’d both known that this would be the end of your relationship from the first second that he had refused a hospital. It was hard to separate the emotions from your reality. “Let me know how the next time you end up needing to hide out or something, if I’m lucky I’ll have a sofa that won’t ruin my back.”

 Unthinkingly, you bounced your knee, only bouncing a couple times before you looked down at your planner again. Most importantly, not looking at Maxim. It was going to be pretty damn lonely once he left, being New Years Eve.

 Yet when you heard his footsteps, they weren’t moving to the door. Instead, they walked the short distance needed to stand next to you, his hand pulling your face up to look at him. Your name fell from him softly, a request instead of a demand.

 “Thank you. You helped me at no benefit to yourself, and you did so without a single request. People like you are more rare than we would like to believe in this world. I know this.” You could feel the finality in his words, his tone assured.

 Even if you wanted to ask if this was goodbye, you couldn’t manage to bring yourself to ask him.

 “I’d do it again if you needed. Good luck today, not that you’ll need it.” His thumb brushed over your jaw as he pulled away, and you heard the door click closed behind him. Tears started, but you knew how to be quiet in moments like this. Your walls were too thin any other way.

 You scrubbed your face to hold in your emotions, before standing, locking the lock and chain on your door. Heading to your bathroom, you intended to soak away an hour with some candles, then watch some kind of comfort show. Wallowing had done nothing for you when you were younger, and you weren't going to allow yourself to waste this new year. Something would make you feel better, and if nothing else, at least you were able to indulge yourself in a long, hot bath.

 Time flew faster than you’d expected it to. The water cooled quicker than you’d wished it to, chilled in the freezing air that snuck into your apartment. You’d bathed and dressed in comfortable clothes, old worn in clothes that you needed to throw out, but simply hadn’t yet. You hadn’t worn it for months, not since before Maxim had started living with you. It was by your choice, but you wanted some comfort on one of the few days off you could allow yourself. It wasn’t as if you had Maxim to impress anymore, after all.

 You didn’t know if it was love that you had with Maxim, even as your heart hurt as it needed to. But you were certainly infatuated. Everything about him seemed to draw you closer to him, from the harsh words he would throw, to the sweet good nights you’d made him become accustomed to. Maybe it was your fault for letting your heart run ahead of you, but it was your fault. Maxim would have his company back within the afternoon, and you’d have the same, small company that didn’t pay the bill without careful spending. At least you still had a half a pint of something frozen and chocolatey in your freezer for now.

 A very something that you’d bought with Maxim.

 Frustration colored your thoughts, only for you to put it out of your head. Hours continued to pass as you indulged in random shows that you hadn’t gotten a chance to even put on in the background.

 You were curled into the side that Maxim normally took, and with the sheets that had been on the sofa in the washer, you were curled under your duvet, knowing the scent would fade over the next week or so. You knew that you were spiraling, just a little. But you were alright, and you didn’t have anything to do anyway.

 No, you just quoted along to the movie that you’d switched it to, laughing along to the silly jokes that long since had lost the punch of their punchlines. It was comforting, familiar, and you stabled out eventually. Somehow, when it hit six thirty, you found yourself stable again, the movies and ice cream well doing their tricks.

 ‘Play’ selected on your DVD player, and the opening credits to another movie started, familiar enough to hum along to the notes.

 Until loud, sudden knocks rang through your apartment, and you sprung to your feet, opening the door until the chain caught it. Maxim peeked through the slit in wood, a brow raised at your actions.

 “Maxim, you’re… Wait, why are you back?”

 “May I come in?”

 ‘Yeah.” Closing the door again, you stopped for a moment to look down at your outfit. You didn’t have anything to cover up with, so you quickly unlatched the chain, and opened it so Maxim could walk in. You closed the door quickly, flipping the dead bolt. You looked up at him, hands moving to your elbows, trying to hide some of your body. You felt vastly under-dressed compared to him, and much smaller.

 “I’ve left something rather important here.”

 “Oh. Yeah, you know where the bedroom is.” And hopefully he wouldn’t notice the lack of a blanket. You took a half step into your apartment again, only for Maxim’s gloved hand to move to your upper arm, stopping you from moving further.

 “It’s not in the bedroom, bunny.”

 “Then what is it?”

 “You.”

 “Makes sense.” You forced a rueful smile onto your lips. “Where in the world would you be without your nurse?”

 “You’re being entirely too stubborn.”

 “I’m being realistic.” You made an effort to make that distinction, firm in your conviction of your words. Your hands moved to his chest, a conviction you didn’t realize that you had come to during the day solidified. Your hands moved to rest on his chest, keeping the space between you in the smallest form. “I’ve been your nurse, Maxim. That, and your safe space to recall your memories, and that’s what I should stay.”

 “Would I come back as just a nurse?” His point was clear.

 “No, but I don’t know why you would come back here. There’s nothing you’d need here anymore.”

 Maxim tilted your head up, and leaned his head down to kiss you, deeply. Your arms slipped from his chest, up to his shoulders, pulling yourself up on the tips of your toes. You couldn’t help the release of emotions that swirled through you, that conviction from moments quickly crumbling in little effort. Maxim didn’t pull away until you did, still held close to his body.

 “Painfully stubborn.” Maxim whispered the words against your lips, and a laugh fell from your lips.

 You pulled away slowly, taking his hands in yours. It was easy to guide him to the room that he’d be sleeping in for the last few months. Your hands slipped under the lapels of his jackets, sliding the fine fabric off his shoulders in one go. You didn’t let them fall, the moment taken to step closer to Maxim, looking up at him with nerves clear in your face.

 “Will you lay down for me?” Your voice didn’t shake as you asked that of him, hope in your chest that he would comply.

 His thumb brushed over  your cheek one more time, before he took his place in the center of the bed, back against the headboard. His brow cocked, clearly waiting to see what you were going to do. For a moment, you just looked, and admired his form. Moving to rest a leg on either side of his hips was the obvious next step, your hands on his shoulders.

 Those hands moved to the buttons on the front of his shirt. Each inch of shirt moved to the side offered you another inch of Maxim’s skin, finding scars you’d never been allowed to see before. You’d have him tell you the stories that had returned to him at some point.

 It wasn’t until his hands had moved to your hips that you realized just how much your need for him had grown.

 Clothing was shed quickly, and Maxim shocked you by flipping your positions with ease, taking his time to worship your body. He touched nearly every spot you loved. Months of being pent up and in the same apartment with him meant it didn’t take long for you to feel wetness gathering in your underwear.

 Maxim left small bites along your shoulders, his fingers only slipped into your hole at your soft pleas for more.

 Maxim took his time learning your body, pulling pleasure from you in ways you hadn’t experienced before.

 Maxim had you resting over his chest, your head pressed into his neck, his hand on your lower back, holding you on top of him.

 It was nice to have your bed back, even if Maxim was separating you and the mattress. He was comfortable, and you could feel his chest moving under you.

 “Us Morganians are not sorcerers who look for good in this world. My past already has made me aware of how humanity marches to the objective of satisfaction.”

 “You must be finding tons of people who fit the bill, here in New York City.” You pressed your head against his neck more firmly, soaking in the warmth of his skin, heat trapped between you both under the comforter.

 “Look at me,” Maxim instructed, urging you to look at him with gentle pressure on your jaw. “You’ve been one of the few pillars that have stood for kindness.” Your eyes flicked from his to rest on his lips, your thumb brushed over his lower lip, this the hair of his goatee.

 “Be careful, Maxim, or I might think you’re actually falling for me.” The smile that had appeared on his lips spoke more than any verbal response could have. Perhaps he was, but neither of you were ready to admit that to even yourselves. You’d taken care of him, and if you were really lucky, he could take care of you for a bit.

 You pressed a kiss to his neck, once again hiding your face in his neck.

 Regardless of pesky things like emotions, Maxim was comfortable under you, and you had no intention of moving any time soon. 

I’m haunted by the feelings of things I can’t remember. But what would I be without the ghosts? The opposite of a haunting is something Very lonely

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[ewritesthangs]

3 weeks. Being engaged to your best friend is bliss. Today, you guys had your engagement photoshoot. It was going to be fall/Halloween/masquerade themed. Corpse, was going to wear a mask, to conceal his identity still. Only a few pictures were going to have him without one and those were for you guys only. You prepare for your photoshoot. Hair, makeup, the works. Corpse wanted you to feel as beautiful as you are to him. Corpse watches you as you do your own makeup. Deep red lips. Smokey eye. Natural base. You look up, mid smoking the eye, to see your fiance. He was watching you intently from the doorway, a look of pure love plastered upon his face. 

"I love you, fiance.” You say with a large grin. 

“I love you more.” He blows you a kiss before hopping into the shower. You continue on with your makeup, finishing up when Corpse comes out of the shower. A towel hanging upon his hips. You turn, a lipstick bullet in hand, mouth ajar from applying your lipstick. 

“Hello handsome. You going my way?” 

“Always.” He smirks before going to the closet and putting on a SUIT. 

Dayum. He cleans up good. You think to yourself. You pull on your dress. “Babe? Can you zip me up?” Corpse nods and walks over to you. He slowly zips you up, kissing the exposed skin of your neck. You sigh contently, the feel of his lips bringing a certain peace over you. “Thank you Cor.” 

“You’re more than welcome, my love. You look breathtakingly beautiful.” You blush and bite your lip. Corpse turns your head with his finger under your chin and he presses a sweet kiss upon your deep red lips.  His lips didn’t turn red, for you had some great lipstick that was transfer proof. 

“We’re gonna be late!” You gasp out and grab his hand. 

“Baby we have 45 minutes.” 

“I like to be early.” 

“Yeah yeah yeah okay babe.” He shakes his head with a snicker. You guys head out, singing loudly in the car. You were the driver, so you kept your eyes on the road, hand intertwined with Corpses. Corpse put his mask on already, but let you take a photo with him before he did. For your own personal collection. You guys arrived at your destination, a cute little pumpkin farm. Your photographer was already there. You smirk at your fiance. 

“See? Early bird gets the worm.” 

“Yeah yeah yeah shut up.” His raspy voice said to you. 

“Only one way to shut-” He kisses you, holding your chin with his pointer finger and thumb. “Hmmmmmmm.” You hum in response, content with getting kisses. At any point, especially to shut you up. 

“Let’s get your smart ass over there. Before we have a makeout session in the car.” He smirks and winks. You can barely tell he winked, but his eye closed so you figured he did. You put your mask on and get out of the vehicle. He follows you, hand in hand. He was starting to shake a bit. You stop and take his other hand in your free one. 

“Baby, nobody is here besides me and Kimmy. She knows your situation. She understands. It’s okay my love. I am right here. I love you.” You take your right hand and rub his cheek, in an attempt to comfort him. He leans into your touch, his nervousness subsiding. 

“Thank you baby girl.” You just press a kiss to his supple lips. 

“Hey guys!” Kimmy says, as she walks up to you guys. “Again for the tenth time, congratulations.” She smiles and hugs you both. “Ready to show off each other?” 

“Hell. Yes.” Corpse says with a new found confidence. You guys begin. Doing a few of the more common photos with and without masks. You guys use the chalkboard to put ‘Save The Date 10/30/21’ on it. You guys were out of focus, the chalkboard in the foreground. Corpse looks at you lovingly, no mask on. You do the same, so the ambiance is felt within the picture. You guys finish up your photoshoot. The last photo of you guys kissing, the photo was up close to show off the ring. Your hand was upon Corpse’s cheek. That was going to be your favorite, you just knew it. 

“I will edit these when I get home. They look so good!” 

“Thank you so much Kimmy!” You hug her again before leaving with Corpse. 

_______

A few hours later you get a sneak peak at your photos. Your favorite one being the one that Kim messaged you. You guys still had yet to announce your engagement. 

“Hey babe? Can we announce the engagement with this photo?” You show him and his face lights up. 

“Yes!” You post the photo. Captioned: ‘Save the date, 10/31/20'

Corpse posts his own post, of your hands together and your ring on display. Captioned: ‘She said yes!’

“To the rest of our lives, my love.” He holds up his drink of water and so did you. You guys clink glasses. To the rest of your lives, together. 

________

The next day arrives, it is one of the days you'd always been looking forward to. Wedding dress shopping. With your mom and best friend. You were having a girls day while Corpse was getting the perfect suit. Your day starts out with brunch, for you and corpse overslept. 

"My baby is getting married!" 

"We always knew she would be getting married before me." Y/BFF/N said. 

"Thats true. Since Cor and I got together. You guys said we'd go far." You point out to your mother. 

"Yeah yeah but I wanted to at least have another year or so to plan!" 

"Well Cor wanted to get married on Halloween. And I wanted a Saturday so we said why not this year." You shrug and order your favorite brunch item. 

"Its gonna be magical." 

"Do you still want that garden venue I sent you? You have to let them know by tomorrow if you're gonna reserve it." Your mother expresses. 

"I know. I have to talk again with Corpse. He has been avoiding it." You sigh, exacerbated. 

"Okay babes. Just please do it. That place is perfect." 

"Yes momma." 

"I can't wait to see you in dresses!" Your best friends face lights up at the thought. 

"I'm so excited to go choose." 

"I'm gonna cry i know it." Your mom chuckles and fans herself. "Already choking up now." 

"Aw, mom." You hug her from the side and kiss her cheek. "I'll always be your little girl." 

"Lets not cry!" Your best friend exclaims. 

"Yes! Let's eat and then go shopping." You guys enjoy your meals and talk about life and wedding planning. 

"I want a red velvet cake. Or carrot cake. But corpse is hesitant about the red velvet cause it could stain." 

"Such a drama king." 

"Oh you have no idea." 

"Flowers?" 

"Roses. All red and white. For love and wedding." 

"Perfect!" 

"Okay so you have the cake tasting tomorrow?" 

"Yes mom." 

"Sweet!" 

"So thats most of the planning right?" 

"Yes. Hhe has the honeymoon taken care of i guess." You shrug, unsure if he did or not. 

"He probably does." Your best friend encouraged, hopeful. 

"Are we ready to go shopping?" 

"As ill ever be." 

You guys go to a little boutique, one you've been eyeing for the duration of you being with Corpse. You looked around and picked out a few dresses to try on. They had your size, so you guys wanted to try them on as soon as possible. The first one was a flow dress. A little extravagant for you. You walked out and your best friend made a face. 

"Not you. Its too out there." 

"Yeah I like it but its not you baby." Your mom chimes in. You nod and go back in. Trying on a mermaid dress with lace on it. It was beautiful. You walk out and your mom is the first to say anything. 

"Ooh thats a contender. I love that one." 

"More your style babe." Your best friend smiles and makes you twirl in it. 

"I love this one and the next one." You beams, so excited to be here trying on dresses. You go back and try on the third of five dresses you picked out. You walk out and it was everyone was silent, even the owner. 

"Thats the one." Your mom whispers out, tears in her eyes. You turn and see yourself in the mirror. You choke up yourself, seeing the beauty that is you. 

"Its perfect. Beyond perfect for you." The owner chimes in and you nod. 

"I call it! I want this dress." You say, causing everyone to chuckle.  

"Consider it bought baby girl." 

"Mom i could have-"

"No, I want to pay for it." Your mom insists. You just nod, defeated and go back and change into your clothes. Youbring the dress out and hand it to the owner. She puts it in a bag and says sold to 'Y/N Y/L/N future H/L/N.' (his last name) 

"Certain ring to it. Y/N H/L/N." You smile at the thought. Once paid for, you guys part ways. You head home, after getting bubble tea for you and Corpse. Once home, you walk into his recording room, knowing he was setting up. 

"Babe, I got you some bubble tea. We also need to talk about the venue." 

"Later babe. Thank you." 

"No, bow i need to call tomorrow to reserve it if with gonna reserve it." 

"Babe im gonna be going live soon."

"They can wait. This can't! Corpse please." 

"Really babe? They made it so we can get married and you're saying that?" 

"You sure you want to get married? You've been avoiding this subject." 

"Of course I do!" 

"Then act like it!" 

"I'm scared okay!?" 

"You're what?" 

"Scared. What if you get there and say no? What if something goes horribly wrong?" 

"Corpse. Babe, have faith. I will not, in any universe, say no. I love you more than anything in this world. If something goes wrong we have backup plans." He gets up and takes you into his embrace. He holds tightly, but not too tightly. 

"I love you so damn much. Reserve it. Its beyond perfect for us." 

You look up to him and peck his lips. "Thank you." 

"I uh booked our flight today for our honeymoon." 

"Its all getting real." 

"It sure is. Holy shit."

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