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The Honeymoon

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Fun, fun, fun on the honeymoon, need I say more? Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), very soft, very fluffy, very smutty, p in v sex, honeymoon sex, breeding kink, wife kink all things good, feral Simon, canon-typical swearing.

You weren’t sure that you’d seen another time where Simon was more relaxed than on your honeymoon. Whilst the wedding had been exceptionally small and intimate, he’d spare no expense on the honeymoon. Mykonos, three weeks. There was a private beachside villa which also had the most amazing pool, Simon had hired a car for the time you’d be there, he’d organised everything perfectly. “Nothing less for my perfect wife.” He'd told you, railing into you passionately from behind as you gazed out over the balcony that first evening.

In ways that his sex-drive typically fluctuated back home, there was something about being here that seemed to send it sky high. Maybe it was all the beautiful beachy outfits that you were wearing, or maybe it was the way you lounged under the bathing sun, or maybe it was that ring that lay so prettily on your left hand now. It was official, you were his and he was yours and everyone fucking knew it. Whenever he’d see that piece of jewellery sparkling under the sun he had to have you, he was practically insatiable. It didn’t seem to matter where you were, lounging on a sunbed by the pool, walking through the streets home from dinner, even shocking you in a vineyard tour where he snuck you away into a nearby cupboard to have his way with you.

After an evening of good wine and even better food the two of you returned to the villa. You collapsed back onto the sofa, beginning to remove your strappy heels whilst Simon made himself busy pouring a couple more glasses of wine. “’ere, Mrs Riley…” He saunters towards you, looking mouth-watering in his thin linen shirt, very few buttons keeping it together now. “Thanks.” You say softly, throwing one shoe aside and accepting the glass from his hands as he took a seat on the artsy coffee table in front of you, carefully taking your other ankle into his hands and lifting, stroking your calf in a soothing way as you leaned back and let out a low sigh.

Those meaty fingers were so delicate as they began to untie the straps of your heel, unravelling them slowly. “Y’look a knockout, babe.” He mentioned, voice soft and eyes cast down to remove your shoe, pressing the pads of his thumbs into the arching arch of your foot causing a moan to pull from your throat. “Fuckin’ glowing…” He mentioned, you bit the inside of your cheek. “My beautiful fuckin’ wife…” Then those dark eyes drifted up your frame finally coming to a stop on your face. “Show ‘er to me.” Simon’s voice was a low drawl, needy having being away from your precious cunt for more than a few hours. “Si~” You purred. “Jus’ quick…”

Slowly you licked at your lips before being unable to fight your smile, fingers curling tightly around the hem of your dress before dragging it up to display your naked pussy to his hungry eyes. “No knickers?” His voice was dangerous low, eyes no longer on your own and watching your cunt, you shook your head. “All night?” Another shake whilst raising your leg to plant a foot on the sofa beside you, spreading yourself further to his wonting eyes. “Dirty fuckin’ girl…” Simon muttered. “Y’killing me here.”

A tender giggle pulled from your throat, leaning your head back, your left hand drifting down as two fingers traced over your cunt lips, spreading them, gliding across your slit and all the while your wedding ring gleamed and glistened. Simon watched, his mouth popped open just slightly, ragged breaths escaping. “Fuck me.” He whispered, watching eagerly as those two fingers sunk into your wanting walls. “Fuck~” You hiccupped softly.

Simon shuffled closer, watching as your fingers pressed in and out of your walls with a quiet ‘shlck, shlck, shlck’ all the while. “Good girl.” He breathed, falling to his knees, pressing a few wayward kisses to your thighs as he leaned close. “Pretty fuckin’ wife.” It seemed as if he was talking to himself, pushing down his trousers and his cock bobbing out, painfully hard, cum dripping from the tip. “Gonna let me fuck you?” He asked then, looking up at your pleasure filled face, brows pinched, breaths low and pulled from deep. “I know, I know. You wanna cum. Let me help.” His lips ghosted over the back of your hand as those fingers buried deep. “Let your husband help.”

To say that Simon was obsessed with calling you his wife and himself your husband was an understatement. It was beginning to sneak into almost every conversation, but especially in the throes of passion. Simon had you pressed into that sofa moments later, fucking you deep, calling you his pretty wife, his perfect wife, his beautiful wife, loving his wife’s beautiful cunt, feeding his wife her husband’s cock because she needed it. God, if it didn’t drive you wild too. There was something so unhinged yet so tender about it all that really made you both crave it.

And when he finished there was a promise on his lips. “Knock you up.” It was a faint growl but you heard it clear as day and you wished for his words to come true. He pumped you full, seated inside of you for a good long while as if allowing his seed more time to truly take hold, but during that time his words were sweet and his lips were warm against your skin, whispering the most beautiful and endearing things.

This was the place you wanted to stay forever, this was the Simon you always wanted to love.

Masterlist | Ask | 26-05-2024

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BG3 Wedding Season Tag Game

Inspired by @lewdisescariot's post about Spring/Summer being wedding season, I present to you an unofficial Wedding Season Tag Game!

It's time to create your special day. Your favorite companion or NPC has proposed to your OC, or your OC proposed to them, and now it's time to plan and throw a wedding! The first list is about the details, while the second zeroes in on specific moments!

Tag a friend and challenge them to answer some (or all) of the prompts on this list. There are 31 prompts, so you can also use the prompts as a daily headcanon/art/fic challenge. Use the prompts however you like! If you want to share your stuff with a shared tag, you can use the tag #bg3weddingseason

✨Details✨

Wedding, or something else? - What do the characters think about weddings or marriages? If not a wedding, would they acknowledge their relationship in a different kind of ceremony?

Proposal - Who proposed to whom? Were there rings or other gifts involved?

Bachlor/Bachelorette parties? - Do the characters get a bachelor(ette) party before the big day? Does anything crazy happen?

Pre-Ceremony Events - Are there any special events, ceremonies, rituals, or preparations the couple must do before the wedding day? Ritual cleansing, asking a parent for the character's hand, mehndi/henna painting, little pre-ceremony games or challenges, etc?

Formal or informal affair? - Is the wedding elaborate and grand, or simple and sweet? Is it a tenday-long series of parties or is it a quick vow exchange in front of Withers?

Venue - Where is the ceremony and/or reception? Inside? Outside?

Timing - What time of year are they getting married? What time of day?

Traditions - What traditions are involved in the ceremony/reception? Is there a mix of traditions from either partner?

Decor - What kind of notable decor is there at the venue? Do they have something like an arch, a carpet aisle, fairy lights in the trees, or other elaborate decorations? Did they choose to decorate at all?

Flowers - What flowers or other natural elements do they have as part of their decoration, if any? Are these flowers significant?

Bouquet or no bouquet? - Does someone carry a bouquet, or do they choose to carry something else? Or do they walk down the aisle with nothing at all?

Music - Is there music at the ceremony or the reception? What kind of music? Do they hire an orchestra, band, or half-decent bard to serenade them?

Outfits - What is the married couple going to wear? Is there special significance in the outfit choices, colors, jewelry, etc?

Rings - What do their rings look like, if they choose to exchange any?

Vows and Unity Ceremonies - Does the couple exchange vows? Do they complete any kind of "unity" ceremony, like handfasting, planting a tree together, etc?

Wedding Party - Are there bridesmaids, groomsmen, attendants, special witnesses? Are they dressed a certain way or positioned in a special spot?

Going Down the Aisle - Does anyone escort the character walking down the aisle? Do they go alone?

I Now Pronounce You... - Do your characters change their last names, keep their last names, arrange for a specific kind of name? For example, "Mr. and Mr. Dekarios" or "Lord and Lady Ravengard-Cliffgate"?

Guests - Who else is there? Are there any special details about how the guests are arranged, what they are wearing, or what they are doing?

Food - What kind of food and drink is being served at the reception? Is there a lush feast or simple fare? Is there a wedding cake or some other kind of traditional wedding food?

Dancing - Is there any dancing? Elegant waltzes or all-out party-hard tavern music dance parties?

Ending the Night - How does the reception end? Is there a big send-off, or does everyone quietly fade out as the night turns into dawn?

Honeymoon - Does the couple take a honeymoon anywhere?

✨Specific Moments✨

The Night Before - Write about the night before the wedding. Are your characters nervous? Excited? Do they see their partner or keep away?

Getting Ready - Who helps your characters get ready? Are there any sweet, funny, bittersweet, or adorable moments that happen?

The First Look - Write about the moment when your married couple sees each other in their wedding outfits for the first time.

Ceremony - Write the scene where they exchange vows, complete a unity ceremony, exchange rings, or etc.

First Dance - Does your couple have a first dance? What is that like for them?

Private Moments - Every couple needs a private moment away from the big day. When does your couple escape the festivities, before, during, or after the ceremony/reception, to have a private, quiet (or perhaps not so quiet) moment?

Reception - Does anything specific happen at the reception? Drama, a sweet moment with a parent or other companions, cake-smashing, games, a surprise?

First Night, Morning After - Write a specific moment or detail about their first night together as a wedded couple, and/or what it is like for them to wake up the next morning as a wedded couple.

Different cultures around the world have different wedding expectations, ceremonies, events, and so forth, so if you find that this list doesn't let you explore those ideas, feel free to adjust the prompts to suit you and your characters more!

Enjoy and have fun!

[onyondump]

Cloudy

Arthur Shelby x F!Reader 

Synopsis : Arthur married you on the basis of business but he can’t help but feel insecure as his new wife avoids his gaze.

Note : I don't drink and have never been in a relationship so im unqualified to write about it but whatever

Masterlist

GRAMMAR BAD, DON’T EAT ME!

Arthur’s drunk again. A celebration was held in honor of another company milestone at The Garrison this time with the entire Shelbys and Grays present along with their most loyal allies and employees. All was present except for you. 

You were supposed to be Tommy’s so-called ‘gift’ to Arthur. Another way to say he had done a deal with another family that needed their girl married to a man, just like the Lees. Except, Arthur deem himself not as lucky as his younger brother with his bride. You were unusually quiet, never even smiling at your own wedding. 

Deep down Arthur knew this would happen. His father always told him that all a woman's good for is to comfort men thus he never really tried to court any, only finding comfort in hired women. It bites him in the ass of course, seeing his younger brothers building a family with the women they love while he drinks and rots away at the pub. He was never really the smartest one of the siblings. 

On the night of the wedding he opt to getting drunk and banging other ladies at the reception. A part of him just wanted to let out steam but the other part wanted you to react but you never did. When the news hits you all you said to him was  ‘Good for you?” with a confused look on your face. He almost thought you were mad, what kind of reaction is that? It’s like you're treating him like a co-worker just having a normal conversation about what they did during the holiday. 

He could never get mad at you though, you kept his house tidy,cooked warm dinner when he got home, and never complained when he came home drunk or bloodied. Often times he would see you occupied in craft or reading only glancing at him when necessary. It hurts his pride to be ignored by his own wife but overtime he starts to treat your indifference as normal as he continues to visit brothels to try to mend his broken ego. 

Now he’s walking wobbly on the lonely streets back home to his stone faced wife. The dark skies are whirling all around his eyes and the pouring rain louder then usual assaults his ear drums. How many bottles of whiskey did he drink to get this drunk? He lost count, all he wants to do is to shut his eyes. 

When he arrives home it's already past midnight but the light from the windows are still bright. He opens the door seeing you reading a crimson covered book without lifting her eyes off the pages. 

“Y/N! You should pay attention when someone enters a room, we have enemies” slurring through his words he tries to get rid of his now soaking weighted coat. 

You arch your brows in question, “I know what your footsteps sounds like, if you were an intruder I would have shot you by now”. He huffs, thinking how typical for you to say that like you know everything. In his frustration, he aggressively tries to shake himself off his soaked clothes. His eyesight only seeing the pooling wet floor under him, thinking how typical of him to be  this foolish. 

A fuzzy towel ruffles his hair trying to dry it from the rain water. You had stood up to help him dry off, and undress him to his underwear. He’s too drunk to even freak out about being naked in front of her, just relieved to be separated from his soaked clothes. 

“C’mon I still have some warm water left” you hold his rough hands guiding him to the bathroom where a tub of warm water awaits.

“I was going to soak in it after I read in case you come home in the morning” you let him soak in the warmth of the water, as you began to lather his body with soap diligently covering every crevice of his body like you had done this multiple times before. 

“Why do you do this?” his voice low and rough 

Your brows arch again at the question, “What? Why wouldn’t I?”

He snapped his head towards her suddenly “Cause you hate me” his voice was weak and tired, his eyes were clouded almost like he wasn’t even looking at you. 

You can feel your heartbeat fasten. Arthur was well known to be an outgoing and loud person, seeing him be this quite worried you especially his eyes. Those eyes you see countless times when you would tend to your depressed and hateful father. 

After a couple seconds of them staring at each other, a splash broke your trance. 

“DO YOU PITY ME WOMEN?? IS THAT WHY YOU AVOID ME EYES? DO YOU SEE THE DEVIL IN ME TOO?”  his eyes widen in anger at you, his own self hatred consumes him as he stared back at your dumbfounded look 

Hoping Arthur didn’t see you finch at his sudden burst of sound, you take a deep breath before answering “I don’t hate you” your voice firm yet soft trying to convey your sincerity. 

Shame washes over him realizing he just yelled at the person who’s trying to help him. His eyes avert yours “Then why didn’t you smile at our wedding?” 

A sudden cold air struck your lungs as your own eyes widened. This marriage had been an unexpected thing in your life but you never hated it, so why DIDN’T you smile? Your rough hands wrapped around itself as you try to answer his question logically “This marriage is just a contract between our families. I didn’t see the need to look happy at a work event” 

A burst of laughter echoes through the room. “A work event ey? This is just work to you” you can feel the pain in his voice, despite being arranged to marry you he still hope to be a happy partner with you. 

Only now did you realize that you had been hurting his feelings. You thought you just had to do basic marital obligation for him, not once did you realize that you needed to put work onto your own feelings with him. 

“Forgive me Arthur. I’m…I’m what you call inept in these kinds of emotional things.” 

His hands wave at you dismissively “I don’t blame you luv. I’m not as smart or attractive as my brothers. I get it now” the water’s started to grow cold 

“I think your plenty smart and attractive Art plus your the first born” you slowly try to continue to wash him

“What does that have to do with anything?” his faces the wall, not wanting to look at you 

Being bold, you took his chin gently to face you “How did you figure they grow up to be so smart? Or healthy? Or attractive? Was it your dad who left you every night?”

HIs eyes widened at your words

“You were the one who worked with your Aunt to make sure your siblings can at get the education they need and put food at the dining table. You were the one who took the blame whenever your father came home drunk. You were the ones to look after your brothers back at the army so they can arrive safe back home.” your hands instinctively slither around his hands warming them as the water of the tub starts to grow cold. 

“I’m the oldest too” 

A silent understanding bloomed between you two. You helped him clean up and as he get dressed you cooked him a meal before bed. During that time you two go on through the routine without talking but with the air feels lighter than it did a day ago.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding your gaze Art” 

“I was being dramatic, I should have talked to you instead of getting drunk” his mind now a bit more clearer as he lay in the comfortable mattress 

“As long as your safe and honest with me I think I could excuse anything you do after all you are a Shelby I would have already ran away if I wasn’t prepared” 

“Is that why you avoid me all this time? So you don’t get hurt?”

“Part of it is yea but the other part is just I never really had any experience with a romantic partner before” you get in under the blanket with him 

He chuckled “That’s just a fancy way of saying your a virgin"

“I don’t want to hear that from someome who calls himself the devil like some hormonal teenager” as you try to wave him off and prepare to sleep he grabs your arm, forcing you to meet his gaze 

“Kiss me. Prove to me that your willing to try this thing and not just saying promises for the sake of it” frim and anticipating your reaction his once cloudy eyes are clear and bright 

You breathe in to compose yourself “Fine”  Hesitantly you close your eyes tight, pursing your lips like a goldfish as it finally makes contact with his own thin lips. When you lean back to see his reaction you see a mischievous smile like he finally got the upper hand on you. 

“What a prude!”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I just finished the TokRev manga and hoh my gawd. So fucking good.

18+ MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE 18+

C/W ::: F.reader (engaged) x Photographer Hanma, cheating, like, purposeful, sneaking off to do it shit, F->M oral, P->V unprotected sex, taking pics during sex. Scummy bride doing scummy/yummy things with Hanma.

PART II

PART I (Thank you, Kaz!)

FreelancePhotographer!Hanma

You hire him to take pictures of your bachelorette party with all your girls.

You get some amazing shots of the girls posing together and some even more risqué ones of you on your own.

Hanma is trying to be respectful and professional throughout the evening. And even when he's flirting with you, even when you catch him sneaking a few shots of your fat ass in that skimpy dress, you don't do anything but give him your most provocative cat-got-the-canary-grin.

You're (not so) secretly hoping he'll keep those for his own private use.

Despite the smutty nature of some of the photos, they're incredibly beautiful.

He pulls you to the side to go over some of them with you so he can "move things around on his memory drive to be able to take more pictures."

You two go to the back room of the rented out restaurant and he opens up his laptop to show you what he's got so far and show you a few that he thinks aren't up to par that he tells you he wants to delete.

And that's when you see them.

The ones of you.

You look amazing in those photos. Your body looks so sexy and your confidence is shining through.

But it's the ones of you alone that have you drooling. You're not even posing, but you're standing in such a way that it shows off your curves, your legs, and your ass. And Hanma captured it all perfectly.

As you two go through the pictures, he keeps telling you how gorgeous you look and how he couldn't believe his luck to be able to capture you in such a natural way.

You blush and flirt with him as you compliment him on his photography skills.

Then, he shows you one of you where you're bending over the table in the back room, sticking your ass out in a way that makes you look and feel like a model.

And that's when you realize it's time to tip him.

You ask him if he likes photographing you and he says he loves it.

You grin and start to slowly unzip your dress, telling him that you think he should take a few more of you.

He agrees, saying that he would love to take some "private shots" of you.

As your dress falls to the floor, you turn around to face him in nothing but your panties. He takes a few more shots of you before you drop down to your knees in front of him.

You unbutton his pants and pull out his already hard and leaky cock, wrapping your lips around it and taking it deep into your mouth.

Hanma moans as he keeps taking pictures of you sucking his cock, even as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

He pulls out and grabs you by the hair, pushing you onto the chaise as he positions himself between your legs.

He reaches down and rubs his fingers against your pussy, making you moan as he slips two fingers inside you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusts his cock into your pussy.

Hanma fucks you hard and fast, taking pictures of where the two of you connect as he does.

You can feel yourself getting close to cumming, and as you start to moan and arch your back, he pulls out his cellphone and covers your pudgy little stomach with his cum.

The flash from his phone is blinding you as you lay there on the lounge. You can feel his cum dripping down your tummy, onto your cunt, and you smile as you realize he got the perfect shot.

You don't know if you'll ever see these photos again, but you hope that Hanma keeps them for himself.

You hired him to take pictures of your bachelorette party with all your girls and he did a fucking amazing job.

So good, in fact, that you've already booked him for your wedding.

Taglist ::: @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @katkitkats

[larryatendoftheday]

This year I craved stories that transported me somewhere else. So in addition to my usual weakness for angst, I sought out fics with surprising plots and excellent world-building. These were the ones that really stuck with me. Thank you to these creators and to everyone who shares art or writing or creates fic rec lists. You have been and will continue to be a fantastic gift to so many. Thank you <3

Note: The fics in this list were published in many different years. They are not in a particular order. The main pairing is Louis/Harry unless otherwise noted.

Party Lines by nonsensedarling @absoloutenonsense Explicit | 25k | Phone Sex Operator

Several of my all time favorite fics are phone sex operator AUs, and this fic is an iconic addition because Louis isn’t even actually a phone sex operator. He’s pretending, and he gets attached. Full of sexy, sweet, and funny dialogue and the appropriate amount of suffering and uncertainty, this fic will transport you to an excellent alternate universe.

War Of Hearts by BoosBabycakes @boosbabycakes28 Explicit | 80 k | Enemies to Lovers / Non-traditional ABO

I live for a well-executed enemies to lovers arc, and this is it. Believable, sweet, funny, angsty, and oh so satisfying to read. Alpha Harry doesn’t fit his gender’s stereotypes, especially in private. His arch-nemesis Louis knocks on his dorm-room door in the middle of a pampering self-care night and sees the side of Harry that he keeps hidden. What follows is a fantastic gAyBO story about repressing, exploring, and accepting your true self. There is a strong cast of OT5 and related people that keep you laughing and believing. Honestly, I need to re-read this right now.

Men of Steel, Men of Power by Stria (Asia117) @nooradeservedbetter Explicit | 58k | Political Revolution / ABO

Get ready to be absolutely consumed by this parallel universe and the angst-ridden reality of Louis, pretend alpha and head of security, and Harry, feminine alpha and new-hire. There is enjoyable intrigue, mystery, crying, sex, political philosophizing, and some spy movie shit as Louis attempts to right wrongs and push back against those in power. OT5 pop up in surprising and satisfying ways. However, perhaps most notable to me was the attention to detail in how Louis deals with pretending to be a gender he is not. (Perhaps don’t read while in your gender dysphoria feels but do read to feel seen.)

what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry @loveislarryislove Explicit | 22k | Friends with Benefits / Angst

If you love pain, this fic is for you. A heartbroken and emotionally damaged Louis manages his problems—such as being a wedding planner and the impact of his abusive ex--by secretly fucking his coworker Harry. It turns out this doesn’t actually solve his problems, though, and new issues emerge from what was supposed to be a simple friends-with-benefits arrangement.

turn me up by turnyourankle  Explicit | 3k | Hanky Code PWP | Louis/Luke Malak

I found this while searching for @1dhankyfest content, and I love it. There’s something about unabashed gay sex culture that revives my soul.

Paint Me In A Million Dreams by green_feelings @greenfeelings Mature | 112k | Fake Dating / Enemies to Lovers

Hollywood actor Harry Styles is gutted when the man he can’t stand gets the Scorsese role he wanted. It gets worse when their teams conspire to set them up in a fake relationship to promote the film. I read this fic in the first days of 2023, so the details are a bit blurry in my memory. I know I loved the enemies to lovers arc, the strong Ziam subplot, and Harry obsessing over his unavailable crush (which isn’t Louis). In my comment, I wrote, “My heart absolutely ached with the pining and angst, and the sexual tension was so palpable.”

Gonna Dream of How You ... by therogueskimo Explicit | 4k | PWP / Canon-compliant

This canon-based fic was so steamy and tender. Photos of Louis performing in a tanktop get Harry going. What follows is some long-distance edging and fun. It features soft Dom Louis and desperate Harry and just really hits all the right notes in my opinion.

Almost Misheard by tommokat @tommokat Teen and Up | 4k | Friends to Lovers / ABO

This is a comfort fic. It’s got hilarious fluff about best friends who realize what their inner alpha and omega knew all along. (The rest of the gang might be in on the secret too.) I’m almost amazed by fics that manage to pull me in with believable characters and storylines without any angst, and this one delivers on every front. You’ll be grinning the whole time.

Coax the Cold by MediaWhore @mediawhorefics Mature | 86k | Mermaid / Historical AU

Professor Tomlinson is fascinated by the occult. When a circus advertises a unique sea creature, he decides to go undercover as a janitor to get close. He plans to write the paper that will finally prove he was right about the existence of fantastical creatures. This author expertly builds the world of this fic – 1800s Britain, academia, and freak shows. I loved the believable cast of characters (OT5 and more!) and the stakes that are set, including the horrid antagonists.

fondre ton absence by scrunchyharry @scrunchyharry Teen and Up| 41k | Amnesia / Historical AU

Harry and Louis childhood best friends who grew up and discovered love together in a quiet village. Harry manages asthma and chronic illness that often leaves him homebound with his books, but Louis always keeps him company. Their simple life is turned upside down when Louis is drafted in WWI and does not return home. Then, when Harry finally finds him, Louis doesn’t remember anything. This story was a tearjerker but so beautifully written. I adored that portions of the story were told in letters and that Harry often referred to literary works. Bonus: This fic has amazing visuals by whenthebodiesspeak.

be a good boy, Harry by stretchmybones Explicit | 1k | PWP / Pet play

Harry wants to play, but Louis is busy watching football, so he asks Harry to wait. I haven’t stopped thinking about this domestic and sexy little slice of life since I read it in January of 2023. My comment said “simple and perfect,” and I still agree.

The Heart's Home by homosociallyyours @homosociallyyours Teen and Up | 10k | Squiddry

Someone wrote the Music for a Sushi Restaurant fic of my dreams. Half-man, half-squid, with the voice of an angel, Harry is quite the catch. Louis, an exhausted and lonely restaurant employee, is tasked with keeping an eye on the special find. This story was so entertaining and sweet. It filled me up with good vibes and left me happier than I started.  

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I always include my favorite fic that I published that year at the end of these lists. I didn’t publish much, but I really enjoyed this one.

In His Rightful Place by larryatendoftheday @larryatendoftheday Explicit | 2.7k | PWP

Harry reunites with Louis and gets to reclaim his role as the person who fucks his boyfriend best.

[galesdevoteewife]

#bg3weddingseason Masterlist

Tag a friend and challenge them to answer some (or all) of the prompts on this list. There are 31 prompts, so you can also use the prompts as a daily headcanon/art/fic challenge. Use the prompts however you like! If you want to share your stuff with a shared tag, you can use the tag #bg3weddingseason Original post from @mumms-the-word

♡ I am making this ASK GAME too!! Please feel free to drop any number in my ask box !! Additional questions are most welcome too !! ♡ Or I will just slowly fill up the unpicked numbers anyway muahhaha!!

✨Details✨

1. Wedding, or something else? - What do the characters think about weddings or marriages? If not a wedding, would they acknowledge their relationship in a different kind of ceremony?

2. Proposal - Who proposed to whom? Were there rings or other gifts involved?

3. Bachlor/Bachelorette parties? - Do the characters get a bachelor(ette) party before the big day? Does anything crazy happen?

4. Pre-Ceremony Events - Are there any special events, ceremonies, rituals, or preparations the couple must do before the wedding day? Ritual cleansing, asking a parent for the character's hand, mehndi/henna painting, little pre-ceremony games or challenges, etc?

5. Formal or informal affair? - Is the wedding elaborate and grand, or simple and sweet? Is it a tenday-long series of parties or is it a quick vow exchange in front of Withers?

6. Venue - Where is the ceremony and/or reception? Inside? Outside?

7. Timing - What time of year are they getting married? What time of day?

8. Traditions - What traditions are involved in the ceremony/reception? Is there a mix of traditions from either partner?

9. Decor - What kind of notable decor is there at the venue? Do they have something like an arch, a carpet aisle, fairy lights in the trees, or other elaborate decorations? Did they choose to decorate at all?

10. Flowers - What flowers or other natural elements do they have as part of their decoration, if any? Are these flowers significant?

11. Bouquet or no bouquet? - Does someone carry a bouquet, or do they choose to carry something else? Or do they walk down the aisle with nothing at all?

12. Music - Is there music at the ceremony or the reception? What kind of music? Do they hire an orchestra, band, or half-decent bard to serenade them?

13. Outfits - What is the married couple going to wear? Is there special significance in the outfit choices, colors, jewelry, etc?

14. Rings - What do their rings look like, if they choose to exchange any?

15. Vows and Unity Ceremonies - Does the couple exchange vows? Do they complete any kind of "unity" ceremony, like handfasting, planting a tree together, etc?

16. Wedding Party - Are there bridesmaids, groomsmen, attendants, special witnesses? Are they dressed a certain way or positioned in a special spot?

17. Going Down the Aisle - Does anyone escort the character walking down the aisle? Do they go alone?

18. I Now Pronounce You... - Do your characters change their last names, keep their last names, arrange for a specific kind of name? For example, "Mr. and Mr. Dekarios" or "Lord and Lady Ravengard-Cliffgate"?

19. Guests - Who else is there? Are there any special details about how the guests are arranged, what they are wearing, or what they are doing?

20. Food - What kind of food and drink is being served at the reception? Is there a lush feast or simple fare? Is there a wedding cake or some other kind of traditional wedding food?

21. Dancing - Is there any dancing? Elegant waltzes or all-out party-hard tavern music dance parties?

22. Ending the Night - How does the reception end? Is there a big send-off, or does everyone quietly fade out as the night turns into dawn?

23. Honeymoon - Does the couple take a honeymoon anywhere?

✨Specific Moments✨

24. The Night Before - Write about the night before the wedding. Are your characters nervous? Excited? Do they see their partner or keep away?

25. Getting Ready - Who helps your characters get ready? Are there any sweet, funny, bittersweet, or adorable moments that happen?

26. The First Look - Write about the moment when your married couple sees each other in their wedding outfits for the first time.

27. Ceremony - Write the scene where they exchange vows, complete a unity ceremony, exchange rings, or etc.

28. First Dance - Does your couple have a first dance? What is that like for them?

29. Private Moments - Every couple needs a private moment away from the big day. When does your couple escape the festivities, before, during, or after the ceremony/reception, to have a private, quiet (or perhaps not so quiet) moment?

30. Reception - Does anything specific happen at the reception? Drama, a sweet moment with a parent or other companions, cake-smashing, games, a surprise?

31. First Night, Morning After - Write a specific moment or detail about their first night together as a wedded couple, and/or what it is like for them to wake up the next morning as a wedded couple.

Ahhhh sweeeet summer time project!! I am so exciteeeddd!!! Thank you @fantasyfictionfables for tagging me and @mumms-the-word for creating the wonderful detail prompts!!! Also, open tag, as always! please consider yourself tagged by me if you'd like to play!! ♡♡♡♡

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

12. Fine I’ll go with you - Kyalin ✨

“I don’t care how many invites he sends I’m not going to his wedding. Spirits know it’s just going to be a headache trap for eight hours.” Lin said simply.

Kya pouted as she moved to take Lin’s hand. “But Linny, I wouldn’t have anyone to dance with.” She said half teasing. “Maybe I’ll have to find me a strapping waitress to dance with while I’m away.”

Lin arched her brow at that. “He’s hired waitstaff?” She said incredulously.

Kya nodded and smiled. “Mm I’ll have my pick for sure. Or I could show off my handsome wife.”

Lin found herself blushing gently at the praise and shifted before sighing.

“Fine I’ll go with you.” Lin relented and Kya happily pulled her from the couch to go get ready.

[leclerced]

I just unlocked a new fake scenario with my crush but since im mad at him im shamelessly giving it to you and lando now.

Imagine you’re a hobby seamstress and your good pal Lando is your personal photographer for your finished pieces. But when you finally made some lingerie sets (one even in his fav color) you ask someone else to shoot you, bc you’d find it too weird to ask your crush friend to do a boudoir photo shoot for you. When he finds out he convinces you to let him shoot you. Since he also has a crush on you he can barely keep it together seeing you in all these lewd poses. And when you both are getting more comfortable (turned on), your poses get more and more explicit until he can’t take it anymore and fucks you in his favorite set.

Maybe he even grabs the camera mid fuck to document how pretty you look stuffed full with his cock. And obviously grinning like the cocky bastard he is in every foto he’s in.

(Oh and btw that was me with the german greetings last night so frohes neues meine liebe❤️)

-🫀

please i'll cry. happy new year angel 🫶🏻

i was literally thinking about photographer lando while looking at lando.jpg yesterday… need it in my life

you'd made plans with a female photographer, but she ends up cancelling because a friend needs a last minute wedding photographer. she immediately returns the deposit and apologizes repeatedly, offers to reach out to some contacts to replace her. lando happens to overhear a phone call and asks what you need a replacement for. when he hears you hired another photographer, he asks why. you tell him you thought he was busy that weekend, make something up about him telling you that he had plans with his family. he'd check his schedule and confirm he's free and insist on it, and you have to admit that the reason is because you didn't think he'd do a boudoir shoot, since it's not really his style. he shoots runways or shoots for expensive brands. you’re lucky that he's your best friend and happily shoots for you.

he'd immediately jump at the idea, trying his best not to sound eager as he says he'd do it if you’re comfortable with it. he'd show you shoots he'd done years ago, earlier in his career before he got his foot into high fashion. you hesitantly agree, worried you won't be able to contain herself prancing around in lingerie in front of your best friend. you were planned on renting somewhere to shoot, but when lando offers, you're suddenly worried hoping something will happen and you'll be charged a cleaning fee, so you convert your guest bedroom into a shooting room.

he's used to commanding his models around during shoots, telling them how he wants them posed and where to look and you're no different. it feels different ordering his best friend who is dressed in lingerie on how to pose, but he's looking at you through the lens and he has no option but to analyze every line of your body to get the perfect composition. he's peeking through the lens and telling to you to move this arm here, that leg there. taking a few photos then telling you to roll over, arch your back. at some point, he asks if he can position you a certain way, and the moment his hand touches your thigh to maneuver you, you let out a little whimper and he nearly drops his camera.

the photoshoot-the one meant to go on your website to advertise the new custom fitted sets you're offering- is immediately forgotten when he hears that sound, his grip on you tightening and both of you are moving towards each other without thinking. you sit up to meet him halfway but he pushes you back down onto the bed as your lips meet and hitches your thigh over his hip. the camera is set down next to you oh so carefully so as not to damage the thousand dollar lens, but it's not entirely forgotten about. he's kissing down your body when you grab the camera and try to figure out how it works, flicking through settings before you give up and ask, can this thing record? he looks up at you, holding the camera pointed down at his mouth hovering over your center and nearly knocks it out of your hands in the rush to take it and start recording, stumbling off the bed to grab his tripod and set it up.

he asks if you're sure before he hits the record button, and you answer by beginning to tug your panties off, but he immediately tells you to stop because he wants to take them off. what he means by that is he wants to tease you for ten minutes straight, kissing your hips and thighs and mouthing at your covered center until you're begging him to take them off and touch you.

the photos from the beginning of the shoot are usable, but you end up telling lando that you think you'll need to remake the last set and shoot that one before you can even upload any of them, not wanting to overburden yourself with orders for the ones you do have photos of when there's a third one that you still need photos of. you'd make an extra when you remake it, just because you have a feeling it's going to turn out just like the first one did, and it does. but luckily you already have a backup and he shoots you in it a few days later, this time saving the fun for after the shoot.

[yesiwasateenagewerewolf]

Thinking about a Truman Show AU where Eddie Kaspbrak is the nice, mild mannered young man who's entire life - his mother, his father's death, his marriage - have been scripted TV and actors and Eddie is the only one who thinks it's real.

Richie is a new actor hired to help boost ratings because nothing big and dramatic has happened since Eddie's wedding episode (where Eddie almost didn't get married and had to be talked into it by his mother and his 'friends'.)

Richie is supposed to be the antagonist to Eddie's protagonist. Eddie is loveable and sweet, so Richie will be offensive and obnoxious. Richie is introduced as a new colleague at Eddie's work, direct competition to see who gets the promotion and bonus on offer.

In real life the studio filming and presenting Eddie's life has a phone in poll where viewers can vote on which man will win. The people can directly decide Eddie's fate! How exciting! Viewers adore it.

Richie is naturally a obnoxious and a bit of a jerk so he has no trouble hamming it up for the role. He can use this spot on The Eddie Show to break into the big time. Once his run finishes (Richie doubts the audience is gonna vote for him) he'll have his pick of jobs.

Richie is naturally everything that Eddie should hate. He's loud, a show-off, kind of gross, he tells racy jokes and can't keep it in his pants. Eddie is a bit of a priggish, prudish hypochondriac at the best of times so Richie is supposed to be torture.

People will tune in to hate watch Richie or Eddie will hopefully meltdown and start screaming in the middle of the office. Either is viewed as a success.

Only Eddie likes Richie. He really likes Richie.

Richie tells awful jokes and Eddie laughs at them.

He tells Richie he's gross, but he then nudges Richie with his elbow and smiles at him to get Richie to do whatever gross thing he did again.

He chooses to take his lunch with Richie, wants to work on projects with him, invites Richie to dinner at his house.

Myra (on producer instructions) throws at fit at that terrible man being in their house and demands Eddie throws him out.

Eddie does, but regretfully and everyone watching is treated to Eddie sneaking out of bed later that night to call Richie from the house phone and apologise.

Eddie invites Richie to hang out with him after work. They go drinking. They go to the beach. They drive around aimlessly just talking and it's fascinating to watch.

Eddie has never been this happy, this animated, this impassioned.

Eddie's whole life has been carefully planned. The world he lives in is unreal. It's a mixture of the modern age and the 1950s. There is no homelessness, no internet or tv, hardly any people of colour and no one is gay.

Only it's becoming really glaringly obvious to Richie and to a lot of people watching that Eddie is gay.

It isn't the first time people have thought that - Eddie's wedding day meltdown was memorable, and he never dated until the show forced Myra on him.

There was a whole bullying arch where Eddie was picked on for being soft and girly when he was a younger boy with the express purpose of making sure Eddie learned those thoughts and feelings were unacceptable.

His mother sided with his bullies.

Richie is given strict instructions to make Eddie hate him. Eddie can't be gay. The producers already decided that. He has to be straight to appeal to as many people as possible. Richie needs to nip this thing in the bud.

Richie can't.

Because he's fallen for Eddie and fallen hard.

And he's realized just how evil all of this is. Eddie isn't happy. He's so miserable and he keeps telling Richie how miserable he is. Nothing makes sense for him.

Richie is the first thing that's made him happy.

[cinnamon-bunni]

me? posting something for once of my oc?? impossible, i know. but since i submitted my boy to the tf2octournament hosted by @tf2shipswag, I figured it be best to actually have something for him out there. So! here's just a little ficlet to introduce The Reaper :) will i write more propaganda for him? maybe!! i really like writing him so maybe depending how far he gets in the rounds i'll write more about him <33 word count: 1358 (thanks in advanced for reading and i hope you enjoy it! <3)

The plane he had boarded was set to leave in just a few minutes. As he let himself get comfortable in his seat, he scanned the cabin; an elderly couple boarded, dressed in their Sunday best, polite smiles on their faces with the lady's hand resting on her husband's as they walk to their seats; a young man who entered in a rush, flashing a smile to the stewardess who greeting him with a good morning. Based on the man's eyes that were filled with misery and his crumpled and ugly suit that was fit for a wedding, he would guess that he had been stood up and was heading home; a young stewardess at the entrance gave her best greetings to the passengers despite her shaky voice, with her back arched and shoulders stiff with tension—very obviously a new hire, one who was poor at her job of keeping up the air of hospitality; an older stewardess next the the younger, eyes sharp as she watched the newcomer, judging her every move.

The older employee darted her eyes over to him, and immediately straightened her impossibly straight back when she met his gaze. A smile graced her face as she nodded her head in acknowledgement.

He ought to smile. Most people would smile back in situations like that. So, he did—he gave his best "polite towards strangers" smile and raised his hand up for a short and brief wave. He practiced that one often. He was proud of that smile.

She moved her attention back to her coworker, cupping her hand and whispering in her ear once everyone had boarded, giving him the cue to move on. She didn't even appreciate his smile, though it did play in his favor, leaving him to be seen as just another traveler. It was better that way.

The pilot entered the cabin to introduce himself and talk about the flight. A charming silver fox who happily explained the planned trip ahead of them, the duration, and how he hoped they all enjoyed themselves.

He inwardly scoffed at the idea of a seventeen-hour trip. He figured it'd be an eighteen, perhaps even nineteen-hour flight, depending on how poor the weather was over the Atlantic. Either way, it left him with plenty of time on his hands.

Next to his seat was a briefcase that he had brought on with him. The plane started to shake as it took off, but he paid no mind to it—unlike the passengers around him, all murmuring to themselves in hushed and distressed voices—as he brought it into his lap and popped it open.

The main item of importance, in his opinion, was the map that could be found inside. The second item of importance was the vile of poison that could be found in a secret compartment of the briefcase, tucked away right next to a small set of knives, but considering how he was in a public space with law-abiding citizens, he decided that the map would be the thing he would bring out. He unfolded it, mouth twitching in irritation of the loud crackling and the sheer size of the old map of New York City.

He already studied the map hours prior before he boarded. He studied the second he had received his next mission. But looking over his plan thrice never hurt anyone. Except for the person he was meant to kill, perhaps.

He fished out a marker from the briefcase, then dropped it back near his feet. He read and reread street names, restaurants, hotels, anything and everything that he would need. The mayor of the city, he recalled, enjoyed Italian food. He already knew the politician's favorite places like the back of his hand. He found the names and circled them.

Food would be the easiest to kill the man, despite it not being his favorite way to kill a man. But the poison that was supplied would work well with the food. The mayor was far from being the definition from being healthy, and with the stresses of running a city, along with reelection coming up? Why, no one would bat an eye if he had a heart attack, would they? Even if officials suspected foul play, he would be back on a plane to England before they could even pinpoint a lead suspect.

The mayor was a good man, at least from what he could tell. Opinions were rarely formed on the job, as it was never his business who his next hit was. It never mattered in his eyes. But as a politician, he was sure the mayor had to be guilty of something, and that was enough to calm the tiniest part in his brain that still had the title of his conscience.

He laughed aloud to himself. The idea of him still having a conscience amused him. He kept his head down and continued his work. Albeit boring, having to memorize every inch of the map, going over his plan again and again and again until it was burned into his brain, he knew it was necessary. But oh, how did he hate monotonous work.

"First time going to New York?" A different stewardess stood in the aisle, a cart covered in a nice tablecloth in front of her. On the cart were an array of drinks, different fancy bottles for each fancy drink.

He smiled up at her as he answered, "first time traveling to America, actually." It was true, actually—the rare truth he found himself admitting to another person. He never left Europe before.

She nodded. "I've been there a few times for vacation, it's quite nice there. Especially New York." She then gestures to her cart, asking in a peppy tone, "refreshments?" ultimately ended their conversation.

He took a water and went right back to work. He spent a good portion of the flight hunched over his map, and an even bigger part staring at nothing. Planning on a map could only take up so much time, and he didn't have any hobbies; he didn't even really bring anything to entertain himself.

He reminded himself that that didn't matter. He was a man on a mission, a hunt. Entertainment didn't matter.

Besides, between his mind, the map, and the conversationalists on the plane, he was able to keep busy. The stewardesses aboard all met him with kindness that was required of them, and he returned with the same. The other passengers made small talk, asking about his reason for traveling, the type of work he does. He forced a smile on his face as lies slipped out of his mouth with ease. He forced a laugh at the dull jokes, a quip of his own to appear friendly, and small hums and noises when he couldn't think of anything quick enough to respond with.

Honestly, dealing with people was more exhausting than anything in his line of work. Smiling, while hard to get down, made things better, he found. It was quite easy to lose as well, he knew that well enough, but thankfully he was able to keep that smile until the chattering numskulls moved on. Now, if they just kept him out of everything else, he would be grateful.

Fortunately, the last few hours of the trip went just like that. He was in his alone and quiet area, thinking about New York. He wouldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't excited. Although there for a job, the idea of being somewhere new was exhilarating for him. So many new sights, new people, new sensations and wonders and emotions...

But maybe he could enjoy that afterward. He was The Reaper afterall, and he'd be damned if he didn't finish the job. Maybe he could celebrate after he finished with everything. A single glass of champagne by himself in his hotel room after a good day of assassinating the mayor sounded like a great plan to him.

Reaper grinned to himself, letting himself revel in the rare feeling of joy that he felt before the plane landed. How titillating the experience would be. He couldn't wait.

[vixannya]

May DWC Day 2 - Divine, Tragedy

With notepad in hand, Vixannya slowly traipsed through the completed gallery space, critically eyeing every single painting and display, and making notes wherever needed. Everything was almost perfect. Almost. She had her mother’s creativity and her father’s perfectionism; a dangerous combination when trying to host large events. It all had to be ‘just so’ - a little shift here, a little more lighting there. While she could have hired others to do it all for her, she wanted the spaces in which her paintings were displayed to be in her exact vision.

Vixannya Ana’diel was not a woman born into any particular titles or massive riches, most of what she had now she had earned all on her own. While her father had been a Lord, he had been wed to another at the time her mother got pregnant with her. It had been quite the scandal among their inner circle, especially since her mother and the Lord’s wife were best of friends. Not that the particular situation was rare by any means among the upper echelon of society.

Her mother made decent money and the Lord paid her off well, so their little family was never hurting for gold. Yet it never seemed fair to Vixannya that her mother should have to lose so much for something that wasn’t entirely her fault. The women always seemed to suffer more, didn’t they? Had she the power back then that she does now, she may have done something about that. But these days? She and her father, Inistellan as he now went by, were on better terms. He grew, he changed (literally), he had apologized for the part he played, and she had forgiven him.

Of course, the information that he was her father could never become public knowledge. The records all indicated that Cazmilan Fin’endal Senior was her father, but he had ‘died’ years ago. Instellan Volanthus was no longer that man and she would keep his secrets. It gave her leverage over him.

“This is absolutely divine, I don’t know how you manage to outdo yourself every year, but you did it again.”  The masculine voice chimed in from behind her.

With a smile, she spun around to regard her father, “I wasn’t sure you would make it, and thank you. I’m assuming you won’t be staying for the actual opening though, mm?”

He shook his head, stepping forward to embrace his daughter in greeting while offering a kiss to her cheek, “You look we—”. The sentence was cut short when Vixannya suddenly and violently arched her back within his grasp, eyes rolling up into her head as her body began to spasm. “Annya!” He quickly laid her onto the floor, rolling her onto her side before retrieving his comm from his pocket.

Just as quickly as it came on, it ended. “No.” A hand shot up to stop him from calling for help. “I’m fine…”

Stellan gave her a doubtful and worried look before it suddenly dawned on him: She had a vision. “What did you see?” Her original vision of his death had him dying of old age, a vision that had persisted throughout the decades of their lives, never once changing.

She wet her lips, pulling herself up into a seated position to catch her breath. It wasn’t the first time this had happened to her, nor would it be the last. While blood scrying was the best way for her to foretell death, occasionally it presented itself to her unexpectedly. And much of the time, a tragedy of catastrophic proportion followed sometime soon after. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she winced a bit before shaking her head. “I’m not sure…I couldn’t make out faces. There was just….shadowflame everywhere, and screaming. Argent banners, and a bunch of multi-colored tents.” She gave him a pleading look, “You shouldn’t go back out there.”

“You know I have to.”

“Then move the camp somewhere else…please. Tell them they need to move it.”

Stellan remained still for a moment, staring at her with an uneasy look. “Vixannya, let me help you get to–”

“NOW! Go NOW! Please! I’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll catch up later, but this is more important.” 

If anyone understood the importance of haste when it came to precognition, it was their family. “I’ll get them to safety, I love you.” 

Vixannya watched him run off before exhaling a long sigh as she rubbed at the side of her neck. The last time this happened, she had witnessed almost an entire unit of soldiers get wiped out within The Maw. She hadn’t been able to discern that it was Aerden’s unit, so she wasn’t able to act quickly enough to keep it from actually happening. Thankfully he had survived the ordeal, but just barely. She should have known, she could have stopped it from happening. 

Maybe this time she wouldn’t be too late.

@inistellan​ @daily-writing-challenge​

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Type - Pt.1

Oliver Wells x shyish reader

You silently watched Angela press the icons on her tablet and demonstrate each one’s purpose. It’s been a few hours, and you’ve learned so much. She was a good teacher. “Ok, so if you want to upload a sketch and compare it to the international database,” she points her manicured finger to the screen. “Choose this option, but if you want a certain country's database, pick this option and scroll through the list.” She looks at you to see if you understand, and you simply nod.

“Ok, great. I think that's enough for today. Do you wanna grab lunch with me? Brennan’s with Booth, and Hodgin’s still working.” She asks as she puts her coat on.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” You reply as you grab your belongings. Dr. Saroyan has recently hired you to be the assistant face reconstructor and tech helper since she cut Angela’s hours. Working on the small cases when she was off. You were also new to the city and had to make new friends, adapting to the new area. You were really glad Angela was such a nice person, she was the first person your introverted self really got to know. 

“SO,” Angela exclaimed. “Have you met anyone?” She asked with a cheeky grin and teasing tone. You shy away “ Oh, please. Do you know how hard it was to talk to Finn, If I can’t talk to him, how am I going to talk to others, let alone other guys.” You slung your bookbag over your shoulder as you both exited her office. “Come on, you’re literally the hottest chick here, there is no way you couldn’t at least get some guy's attention.” 

“I-, well thank you but guys like confident and hot girls like you, not when they're shy as a preschooler.” “So step out of your bubble, what can go wrong?” Angela stops and looks at you desperately.

You stop to look at her. “I’ll make a fool of myself.” Looking down, you continued walking until you felt your shoulder bashed. “Oh, I’m sorry-” “Can’t you look where you walk?” He says with an irritated tone, looking back at you with a scowl. You took in his features in the quick second you had; untamed brown wavy hair, brown eyes, lean physique. For a rude dude, he was pretty attractive.  

“Hey, it was just an accident. Don’t need to be a douche.” Angela steps in, and you mentally note to thank her later, knowing you would've walked away as usual. 

“Yes, it’s my fault that they had their head down, and chose to walk instead of paying attention to others.” He proceeded to walk away.

“I can’t believe men like him are allowed to exist,” Angela rolled her eyes and peered at you. “Are you okay, though?” She asks as her hand touches your upper arm.

“No, I’m okay.” You gave her a small smile, you both walked towards the exit.

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It’s been a couple of days since the encounter with the douche, but you couldn’t forget about him. Something was alluring about him, and you didn’t know if it was your bad taste in men or his pretty brown eyes and harsh persona. 

You are currently sitting in Angela’s office, finishing up a sketch of the current victim. She was believed to have been murdered over 30 years ago, a simple librarian. You analyzed the skull and sketched faint lines and the arch of the victim's cheekbones. Even though you had the identity down, you wanted to practice.

“Hey” “Angela? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be preparing for Brenann’s wedding?” You inquired, hearing loud noises from the platform. “Listen, I need you to do me a favour and quickly get this done, especially before Brenann’s wedding,” She replied

Yeah, of course, what is it?” “Basically, Brennan is getting worried, and she’s not gonna have a calm wedding without this case being done. And I need you because I need someone to help the interns recreate a scenario. Would you be able to do that?” Oh my gosh, that's what all the noise is. You peered through the glass and saw all the interns, including the douche. You internally groaned, you were only familiar with the team, and getting used to the new interns is a whole ‘nother level. “Listen, I really need it, and I know you’re not comfortable with them, but they really aren't that bad. Just imagine them as a pack of smart and horny virgins, except for Wendell and Clark, the virgin part.” “How do you even know- oh right, you and Wendell.” You looked down at your sketch. You know it would be awkward at first, but it’d be a great way to meet them all. Plus, you're as good as Angela with her program. It’d be fine. You exhaled, you knew you were going to regret it.

You looked at Angela, she had her desperate look on; eyebrows scrunched, slightly hunched, head tilted. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“OMG, thank you so much. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She quickly dashes out of her room, and you watch through the glass as she talks to the interns. 

You hoped you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of the smart dorks, it’s already embarrassing in front of the douche. You quickly gathered yourself and continued drawing the victim's face.

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“That's quite an impressive drawing.” You jumped as you felt someone's breath hit your shoulder. “Ha, thank you-” You turned around to meet the eyes of the douche from before, groaning internally.

“The zygomatic arch is too high, though, and the eyes are too close.” He rambled on while you took the criticism. You didn’t mind, you knew he was just trying to help or simply belittle you.

“Right, thanks…” You proceeded to take a picture of the drawing to compare it to the actual victim's face.

“I’ll be taking the skull now.” He grabs the tray with the skull on it, walking away quickly. He didn’t even ask you, you rolled your eyes. 

“Hi there, you must be the new mini Angela. I’m Fisher, one of the better-looking interns.” He introduced himself, a flirty smile appearing. 

“Oh, hi. It’s Y/N and yeah, I guess I am.” You laughed a little, liking his manners.

Well, Y/N, here are the inputs for the Angelatron. If you need anything, and I mean anything. I’m your guy.” He winks as he hands you a file. Well, thank you, I’ll take that into consideration.” You grabbed the file and watched as he walked away, taking a quick glance as he exited the office. Well, that was weird.” You chuckled to yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear. Your face feels hot. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You finished creating the scenario in about half an hour, driven by the relief you’ll feel after finishing the case. You had concluded the victim fell downstairs and even found the building that matched the injuries. Now that you have completed your work, you have to consult with the interns. You walked to the door and inhaled. Gosh, why couldn’t this be easy? You slowly walked towards the platform, already feeling the sweat form in your palms. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP. The alarm went off as you climbed the platform, startling the interns and causing them to look at you. You were frozen and felt the heat rushing to your face. “Hah, don’t worry, I got you.” You watched as a young, pale man with blue eyes, blonde hair, and a strong build jogged toward you and swiped his card to stop the ringing. “It’s okay, it happens to everyone.” He sheepishly smiles, his eyes giving you comfort.

You continue to walk the stairs. “Thank you, uh.” “The name’s Wendell, nice to meet you.” He holds out his palm. “Fisher told us about you.” You shake his hand, feeling the calloused palm but a strong grip. You hoped he didn’t feel your sweaty palms. You watch as Wendell receives a glare and “dude” from Fisher. You shyly laugh, glancing at the rest of the interns; they do seem friendly-, not that one. The douche doesn’t even glance at you, ignoring him, you gave your attention to the rest of the interns.

“I just finished the scenario with the given inputs, just wanted to check if it was right.” You patted yourself on the back for correctly saying what you rehearsed. “I also got the set of stairs the victim fell down.”

The interns all looked at each other, You didn’t mess up, did you? Ugh, good job, Y/N; you just wasted their time. They talked with each other, using terminology you sort of understood. 

“How did you know it was a flight of stairs?” A handsome and tall brown-skinned man asked.

“I knew it was stairs, you guys, you didn't give me a chance to talk” A petite white woman squeaked.

“Daisy, all you ever do is talk,” Fisher stated, making the other interns snicker.

“It was the computer, really.” To avoid attention and the need to talk, you said. You walked back to the office, hearing their voices behind you. You picked up the tablet and played the scenario. “It’s the right scenario.” You nervously looked at the intern who spoke, it was the douche. But you couldn’t lie, approval from him was keeping you calm.

“What is the point of us if a machine figured out what six interns couldn't?” Dr.Clark exclaimed, and you giggled at his point.  

Well, thank you very much for consulting us,” Fisher said in a flirty tone. “Would you care for a cup of coffee later?” Your eyes widened as his tall complexion hovered over you. “Oh, um, well-” You nervously bit your lip as you felt the interns stare at you both.

“Come on, man, she just helped us. Do you want her to despise us next?” You watched as Arastoo pulled Fisher toward the door.

Ugh, come on, I haven’t been with a hot chick in a while; give me a break!” Fisher shouted as his voice began to break. You blushed at his compliment.

The interns began to leave, and with each one gone, you felt the relief you were looking forward to. 

“You lied.” 

You turned towards the rude intern, surprised to know he acknowledge your work. You crossed your arms and demanded proof. 

“The Angelatron cannot create solutions; it can only display the imputed information. You had to conclude that the victim fell down the stairs. Why didn’t you say that?” He demanded.

“I just didn’t think it was relevant, plus I didn't want to boast in front of a bunch of geniuses.” You turned off the Angelatron and started packing your things. 

“Boasting isn’t bad to do once in a while.” 

Well, that’s coming from a guy who doesn’t do anything but boasts,” You said as you walked past him, giving him a glare.

He grabs your arm. Unlike Wendell’s, his hands were soft and cold, giving you chills going down your back and butterflies in your stomach. You looked back at the sudden contact.

“Listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened the other day. I will try to be better.” He tried to give you a smile but ended up looking like he was constipated. You just knew Angela was up to this.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You gave him a proper smile.

“Seriously Wells? I was starting to like you.” You both turn your heads to see Fisher, looking at Wells’ hand holding your arm. You took your arm back, trying to conceal the blush on your face. As you were about to reply to Fisher, he got stolen by Arastoo again. You giggled, knowing these two would be good company. You began to walk away.

“Would you go on a date with-” You hoped he said himself  “Fisher?”

You stopped. “No,” you say, turning your face to glance at Wells, “he’s not my type.” He watched as you disappeared from his view, exhaling the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He smiled to himself as he felt his heart beating out of excitement. Could he be your type?

[sassie-sims]

Devin had called his employee Julian as well, hiring him to be tonight’s caterer. Not wasting any time, Devin and Mara hurried to the wedding arch to get married. On Mara’s side, the haste may be due to her bladder… She incited Devin to get on with the ceremony, quickly!

[kittylover776]

A New Duty 

Decided to post one of my own fics here as a test-run. It’s a quick short-story as well as an origin tale for Mrs. Donatelli, and I plan to make a full version of it, but this is a piece that I have so far. I’m hoping to make a full-series based on The Princess Switch someday, so I hope this is a decent start.

I have a story For Stacy and Edward in mind that takes place right after the events of the first movie (though before the wedding), but I’m still trying to write it. For now though. I hope this will be enough.

I’d like to thank @aellathedreamer for the inspiration. This is is for you! 😁

Donatelli could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she stood lengths way from large, arching doors. She had been called down to the Duchess’s chambers by Duchess Anne herself, and she wasn’t sure wether this was a good or a bad thing. For months, the young woman did her best to appeal to the Royal Academy, including appealing to the monarch herself, as well as her five year old daughter, who had taken accustomed to her surprisingly enough. Now, here she was, contemplating her life choices as she forced herself not to faint from on-coming pressure. 

The guards nodded as Donna approached the doorway, giving a small knock as she awaited access to enter. 

Without hesitation, the doors opened from the inside, a servant from within greeting with an almost stern look as the two said nothing, their eye contact being the only communication they needed. 

Suddenly, a soft but stern voice broke the silence as it bellowed across the room, an echo accompanied it as it bounced off the walls. 

“You may come in, Ms. Donatelli.” Duchess Anne said calmly. 

Donna gulped. ‘Here goes nothing.’ She thought nervously, the hairs on her neck sticking up as she hesitantly shuffled inside. 

As soon as the doors shut behind her, Donna looked up to see the royal facing a large window, her posture perfect as she had her hands folded in her lap. 

“Y-You called me in, your grace?” The young woman asked, giving a shaky bow as her eyes struggled to remain focused on the woman in front of her. 

Anne looked over her shoulder, noticing that the young employee was looking anywhere but towards her. She gave an amused grin as she patted the seat next to her. 

“Yes. Come here please, Donna.” 

Donna obeyed, slowly but surely walking over and taking a seat beside her. She could feel their arms touching as the two sat in silence, not really knowing what to say as the tension began to weight on her. 

Finally, the duchess broke the silence between them. “I heard about the little escapade you and Margaret shared.” She said, noting soon after her companion’s face turning pale. “A guard informed me he saw you two leaving the castle. Care to elaborate on that?” 

Donna gulped nervously, feeling herself shrivel up. “I-I was just…giving young Margaret some fresh air.” Her voice wavered. “She wanted to explore outside the palace, so I agreed we could for a little bit before she was called in.” When she was met with a stern look, she tried to elaborate. “I know what I did was out of line, and I should have spoken with you first, but she just seemed so happy for once, I just-“  

“Enough.” Anne raised a hand to stop her from talking a million miles a minute. She suddenly formed a smile as she placed a hand on her shoulder. 

Donatelli looked complexed. She wasn’t mad at her? Why? Surely she would be fired after stealing away the duchess’s daughter without permission. Why wasn’t she angry? 

“I brought you here, to say ‘thank you’.” The duchess said in an uplifting tone. 

The young woman blinked. “You…are?” 

“Of course. After you two returned, Margaret couldn’t stop raving at how you took her into town disguised and showed her around, despite the fact you’ve never been in town much, either. I haven’t seen a true smile on my daughter’s face in a long time, and you somehow lowered her shyness and broke her out of her shell. None of the people I hired for her previously managed to achieve that. I’m impressed.” 

“I…uh..” Donna didn’t know how to respond to that, but cleared her throat nonetheless as she thought up a reply. “…yes, well, she is a child after all. I was just giving her an opportunity to explore her surroundings and learn about the kingdom she most likely will help rule in the future.” 

“I couldn’t agree more. And that’s why I have a new proposition for you.” 

Donatelli looked intrigued by this. “A…proposition, your grace?”

Anne nodded. “Yes. How would you like to be Margaret’s official advisor?” 

The younger woman’s eyes snapped wide as her mouth slacked. She wants her to officially advise her daughter?! Donna couldn’t believe her ears at the news. 

The duchess almost chuckled at her companion’s bewildered expression. “I’m taking that as a yes?” She asked, giving a smirk. “Of course, if you’re not interested I could always find-“ 

“No, no! I’m honored, really!” Donatelli gave a wide smile, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “I won’t let you down, your grace.” 

The monarch gave a proud grin. “I know you won’t.” 

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