#went through this phase where it was like I know God’s Will because he has Revealed it to me (wrong)

[magpie-trove]

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[ashenberry]

honest to god looking at people talk about the ganondorf fight im surprised i did so well as someone who could not Flurry Rush or Perfect Parry for shit

[chososcamgirl]

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER FOUR: holy waters

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“Give it up for Miss Ayesha Erotica, everyone!” Yn announced with infectious enthusiasm over the radio waves.

Miwa, sporting vibrant teal hair and an equally vibrant grin, followed up with theatrical flair, “God, I love emo boy!”

Yn shot her a smirk. “Well, I’m pretty sure that’s a sentiment we can all get behind, right?”

Miwa didn’t miss a beat, her excitement bubbling over as she declared, “No Yn, I really, really love emo boys!”, being sure to enunciate the s at the end.

Yn’s face contorts as a picture of Megumi flashes through her mind.“That makes one of us,” Yn quipped, “but I see your point.”

“Seriously, though,” Miwa said, barely containing her glee, “today is shaping up to be amazing!”

Yn arched an eyebrow skeptically. “Oh? Do tell.”

Miwa’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she revealed, “Because Tridant has graced us with 10 free tickets to their show this Saturday, and we’re giving them away!”

Yn’s face twisted into a mix of dread and disbelief, her jaw nearly hitting the studio floor. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered into the mic, trying to cover her panic with a forced grin. “Trident? You know I’d rather listen to nails on a chalkboard.”

Miwa’s eyes widened in playful astonishment. “Huh, since when did you become such a critic?”

Yn leaned over and mouthed, “Just roll with it.”

Miwa nodded, her grin widening. “I know, but that’s exactly why this is going to be hilarious. We’re going to make someone’s day—and maybe even get you to enjoy yourself.”

Yn groaned dramatically. “Alright, but if I have to endure this concert, you owe me a full day of Solange on the station.”

Miwa clapped her hands together, her laughter echoing. “Deal! Alright, listeners, if you want a shot at these coveted tickets, call in now and tell us why you’re the ultimate Tridant fan. And don’t forget to shout out how much you adore these emo boys!”

As the phone lines lit up with eager callers, YN slumped back in her chair, torn between dread and reluctant amusement. Despite her best efforts to look disgruntled, she couldn’t help but be drawn in by Miwa’s infectious enthusiasm. And she knew Twitter would have a field day with this one—especially with a certain raven-haired boy likely to make an appearance in the trending topics.

“Megumi, get off your phone! We need to practice otherwise Gojo will be up our asses!” Yuta barked, his voice cutting through the cluttered practice room like a drill sergeant.

The space was strewn with old gear, tangled cables, and random junk, making it look like a tornado had hit a music store. Yuta, already in dad mode, stormed out, his footsteps echoing off the mismatched walls as he went in search of something crucial.

“Yeah, but Toge’s on his phone too,” Megumi shot back, his fingers still scrolling through his screen, barely lifting his gaze.

“Yeah, but nobody gives a fuck about him,” Yuji interjected from the corner of the room, where he was perched on a drum stool, grinning like he’d just won a prize.

“Suck my dick ,” Toge retorted, his white hair bouncing as he turned, looking genuinely miffed.

Megumi rolled his eyes with exaggerated drama, reluctantly shoving his phone into his back pocket. He could feel the buzzing vibrations through his jeans and couldn’t help but smirk, taking a twisted pleasure in the fact that he was managing to irk you.

“Ugh, Megumi, why are you grinning like that? A jumpscare warning would’ve been nice,” Toge commented, half-annoyed, half-amused, from his spot by the amp.

“Go fuck yourself,” Megumi snapped back, his smugness evaporating into a gruff irritation.

Did he really find joy in annoying you? Megumi mused, a hint of doubt creeping in.

“Hey, Megumi, you seem unusually cheerful today,” Yuta announced as he reentered, clutching whatever he’d gone to fetch with an air of importance.

“See? Even Yuta’s noticed,” Toge snarked, his eyes glittering with mischief.

“So what’s up, big guy?” Yuji asked, his grin widening as he strolled over, clearly enjoying the chaos.

“Did you finally get your dick sucked or something?” Toge blurted out, his tone blunt and unapologetic.

“Why would that make me happy?” Megumi shot back, genuinely confused.

“Because everyone can tell when you’re sex-deprived,” Toge replied matter-of-factly, adding with a laugh, “Plus the horny slash hate subtweets you’ve been posting do nothing for your case.”

“I’m not sex-deprived,” Megumi insisted, his face turning a shade of crimson.

“MY BOY!” Yuji cheered, rushing in for a celebratory dap.

“Not like that,” Megumi murmured, his cheeks burning as the room erupted in laughter, the awkwardness of the situation making it clear that maybe he should have kept his phone in his pocket.

“Alright, let’s get down to business. We need to nail this new song for our upcoming gig,” Yuta finally says as the laughter dies down, holding a stack of sheet music with an air of importance.

“Finally!” Yuji cheered, bouncing on his drum stool.

“Yeah, yeah,” Toge muttered, putting his phone away and grabbing the microphone. “Let’s see what this new song’s all about.”

Yuta handed out the lyric sheets and nodded at the band. “This one’s a bit different—more upbeat. I want to hear energy and precision. Let’s start with the intro and build from there.”

extras!

• the band in sjap is called triDANT not triDENT bc the group collectively came up with the name together but toge was the one entrusted (first mistake) who had to write it down for copyright purposes etc paper work ete anyways this man CANNOT spell so that's why it's with an A instead of an E lol

• yes the group definitely clowned him for it but they couldn't change it so it stuck and they ran with it

• toge did go to the gym but he snuck in when yuji went and they definitely blasted him on their social media page and stuck his face on the wall of shame😭

• the tickets sold out COMPLETLY and yn lowkey wanted one for herself…

• definitely did not smile to herself when panda told them he scored her tickets thanks to toge..

• dramatic ass

• megumi has convinced himself he only texts yn to piss herself and nothing more than that

• i aspire to be at his level of delusion

• yn, panda and nobara all went to whole foods and asked if they had any close to expire tomato’s at the back (they did)

• they went home with 2 crates full of the most saggiest wettest tomato’s in existence

• hope u guys enjoyed the week overdue chap :3

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[moider-time]

AU where Bruce Wayne is a voice actor.

He always had an interest in acting and would've tried it but his anxiety always stopped him from getting into the game. Even trying out for the school play would get him stammering and unable to read his lines. To this day, he mourns the fact that he never got to play Benvolio.

He had given up on his dream years before he heard that there was going to be a reboot of his favourite childhood cartoon, The Gray Ghost (all of Gotham probably heard the scream he let out when he heard the news)

Sadly some of the original cast had passed away before the reboot so they couldn't reprise their roles, and this includes the original Gray Ghost. So you have Bruce hoping like any other fan that they get a good replacement. He talks about it so much that Alfred jokingly says "well Master Bruce if you're so worried about it, you should audition"

And Bruce laughs but he can't stop thinking about it. He twists and turns in bed because the idea of playing The Gray Ghost, of being to kids what the original voice actor was to him as a child, he can't say it's not appealing. He dwells on it for the next few days and while he doesn't know if his inability to perform will extend to voice acting, he wants to try.

On his way down to auditions, he is sweating. He has to have Alfred drop him cause his hands won't stop shaking. Seeing all the people in the waiting room almost makes him turn back around but Alfred talks him back into it.

(I'd like to think that everyone else there either didn't recognise him because he barely leaves the manor or they recognised him and realised that this man is chock full of anxiety so it's better to not bother him)

So he gets into the booth and once he's started reading his lines, he really gets into it. It's so much easier for him to get into character when there aren't dozens of eyes on him. He finishes, thanks them for the opportunity, goes back to the manor, grabs his stuffies and screams into his pillow.

It's weeks later when he gets a call saying that they want him as the new Gray Ghost. He absolutely does not cry into his biggest teddy bear, what are you talking about? He does hug the crap out of Alfred though. They have cookies to celebrate.

Before you know it, everyone is in love with the new voice of The Gray Ghost. Both new and old fans agree that Bruce was a great choice. I can see Bruce using a pseudonym though. Bruce Wayne is a name that has a lot of weight behind it, weight that he doesn't want to feel when he's voice acting. So he asks them to credit him as Bruce Pennyworth or smth. Alfred is sobbing.

He requests to record his lines at home because he isn't always up for leaving the manor and he doesn't want to slow down production. He'd totally have a professional ass set up cause when he's interested in something, he goes in.

Bruce Pennyworth gets offered more voice acting roles whether it's for cartoons, movies, anime dubs or ads. Harvey and Clark both wondering why the voice over in an ad for toothpaste is about to make them act up. Every single one of the batkids went through the "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE BRUCE PENNYWORTH?!?" phase.

( @bruciemilf come get your juice)

[iamthat-iam]

"Ego", The Final Boss

Olivia (she prefers to be called Liv) has been on quite the spiritual journey for a couple of years. She was born and raised Catholic, then as a teen she decided to leave the church because it didn't resonate with her. She went through a law of attraction phase, followed by law of assumption, and finally, she found non dualism from a few Twitter and Tumblr accounts.

The message, from what she gathered, was that she needed to fully drop the ego in order to realize her true self/true nature and to experience whatever she wanted. She even read a few books where realized masters have spoken about their own personal journeys of dropping ego and how life is generally more peaceful for them now that they've done so.

Now, Liv is one with a troubled past. She would give anything to become an entirely different person with no childhood trauma, and just a happy life all around. She meditated every single day, practiced "sitting in silence", and tried her hardest to detach from her "ego."

She stopped enjoying her usual hobbies out of fear of identifying too much with the character. She would go out of her way to correct thoughts that she felt were "too related to being the person." Needless to say, her mental health began to go downhill very fast.

One of her best friends, Marcus, decided to check up on her one day through face-time. "Hey sis! How have you been?! Haven't seen you in a while."

"Hey..." Liv answered. "I'm not doing all that great to be honest."

"Yeah I figured that. That's why I reached out to you," Marcus stated. "I'm worried about you. It seems like you barely leave the house. Everytime myself or anyone else tries to make plans with you, you either cancel last minute or come up with some bogus excuse as to why you can't come out."

Liv had to laugh because everything he said was true. "So I'm guessing you didn't believe the story about my pet rabbit dying."

Marcus cackled. "GIRL. I've known you for years and not once have you ever had a pet rabbit. Stop playing."

"Okay let me tell you what's really going on with me," Liv began, "So a few months ago I found this 'spiritual practice' called Non Dualism, and the premise of it is you need to 'let go of ego' in order to realize your true nature as God, or Awareness, whatever you want to call it. Also you get to experience whatever you want."

"So this is the reason why you've stopped enjoying your usual hobbies, and why you've stopped having a social life?" Marcus inquired. "I'm going to be honest here. As your friend, I feel like I owe it to you to tell you the Truth even if it isn't what you want to hear. I don't think that this 'practice' has helped you one bit. Either you have misinterpreted the message, or these people are spreading misinformation. Never at any point should you sacrifice your mental health for the sake of 'becoming enlightened.'"

"I don't know what else to do," Liv started to cry a little. "I just want to become a different person living a life full of happiness, one without trauma and constant reminders of my horrible past. I hate being this broken person!"

"It's okay hun, I totally understand," Marcus consoled her. "I can help you. You remember my family guru right? She hates being called that, but I don't know how else to refer to her. Her name is Sage. My family has gone to her for spiritual advice and healing for years."

"Yes, I remember her! Didn't she help your mom heal her lower back pain?" Liv asked excitedly.

"She sure did. I can give you her number if you want!"

After Liv ended her face-time call with Marcus, he gave her Sage's number. She immediately reached out to her to schedule a day where they can meet up.

- -

One day, Liv arrived at a beautiful park to discover Sage already sitting on one of the benches waiting. "Hi! I don't know if you remember me, I'm Marcus' friend Liv."

"Yes! Hi Liv, it's nice to see you again," Sage reached out and gave Liv a warm hug. "Now what can I help you with?"

Liv sat down next to Sage. "Well, I discovered Non dualism a few months ago, and I'm not sure if I misunderstood the message or not, but I thought you had to let go of ego in order to realize your true nature as awareness. And after you realize this, you can experience whatever you want. So long story short, I stopped enjoying life because I thought I had to do that in order to be enlightened."

Sage hesitated for a moment, and then smiled. "Think about it this way.. if it's true that our true nature is awareness, or God, whatever label you put on it, why would you have to go through these unnecessary steps in order to 'become' it? If that's what you already are in the first place?"

Liv opened her mouth to reply, then closed it again. Maybe Sage had a point.

"Here are my thoughts. If anyone is telling you to 'drop the ego', it's bullshit," Sage chuckled. "The point of Non Dualism is realizing that you were always awareness. You were always the awareness behind everything that seems to appear. The ever-stretching, limitless silence that can take on the form of anything. The ego is just a thought. The idea that you are not already fully realized is also just a thought. In reality, there's no ego or person here to let go of. No person here who needs to become 'fully realized.' Just drop the idea that you are a limited human that has to become something, and you'll be golden."

Liv's jaw dropped to the ground. "You're telling me it was THAT SIMPLE THIS ENTIRE TIME?"

Sage laughed heartily. "Yes it is. Why do you think it took masters like Lester or Sri Nisgardatta months or YEARS to 'realize Self?' because they spent so much time trying to get rid of an ego that doesn't exist!"

Liv let out a sigh of relief. "So there really is nothing to do. I can't believe I exerted all that effort for nothing. I do have one more question, how can I experience whatever I want knowing I'm awareness? I want to be a completely different person with a different past."

"The person you think you are now, and the one you want to be are both illusions. You, as awareness, can 'choose' either one like a costume. Everytime you think about this ideal version of you, you've already experienced it," Sage grinned.

Suddenly a wave of emotions flooded through Liv, a mixture of relief and happiness. She felt the urge to give Sage a tight hug. "Thank you so much for helping me today."

"You're so welcome, sweetie."

Good for Liv, she has finally accepted her omnipotence and freedom to experience anything!

[aphroditeinthesea]

hey!! I was wondering if you could do a Poseidon fem reader x Jason Grace blurb or hcs about their relationship with each other, but she has a pet cat that she is obsessed with and Jason is just admiring the two while his gf is treating her cat like a baby and saying it our kid? If that makes sense??

“ with two cats in the yard (life used to be so hard) ”

jason grace x daughter of poseidon ⚡

a/n this is my favorite request i have ever gotten, whoever sent this in ilysm & ik u said blurb but i got carried away

tw none

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“Where’s the baby?” Y/N spoke right as Jason opened the door to his cabin.

He laughed, “she’s asleep,” he let her in, softly kissing her cheek as she entered.

He had been spending the past two days with y/n’s cat while she had to go on a quest.

She smiled as she softly brushed her index finger along the cat’s forehead, whispering, “mommy’s home.” The tabby let out a small noise while she opened her eyes. Just like an infant would, the cat reached up her front paws, leaning up on y/n.

She picked up the cat, who made herself comfortable on her owner’s shoulder, “did you miss me?”

“Are you asking me or her?” Jason remarked.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “maybe both.”

He grinned as he stepped closer to her, “I think I speak for both of us when I say, I missed you.”

She giggled, leaning up to kiss her boyfriend, “good, you know I was hoping you two would bond while I was gone.”

He gently petted the back of the cat, “yeah, we’re best friends now.”

Y/N held the cat in front of her to look at her face, “did you have fun with daddy?”

The boy choked on his spit, “daddy?”

“Yes, daddy,” she faced the cat towards him, “this is our daughter.”

He smiled, “I’d hope that our future kids have better names than Purrmaid.”

“Hey!” She pulled the cat away, “I named her when I had just gotten claimed,” she defended, “and that’s Madame Purrmaid of the Atlantic to you.”

“Oh gods, that’s even worse.”

“I was twelve!”

The cat meowed.

She handed Purrmaid to Jason, “tell her you’re sorry.”

He grabbed the cat, cradling her, “daddy’s sorry for making fun of your name.” He went to let her, but she swatted his hand, leaving a scratch.

“She’s mad at you.”

“She is not,” he went to pet her again, instead getting scratched once more, “she might be.” He placed her on the ground before she swatted one of his legs, “what did I do?!”

His girlfriend cackled, “she’s going through a phase.” He exaggeratedly frowned, she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “it’s okay, I still love you.”

He held her waist, “promise?”

“Promise,” she reached up to kiss him again, “can I crash in your bed? I’m exhausted.”

“That’s what it’s there for,” he replied.

She sluggishly crawled under his covers. Purrmaid followed, laying on y/n’s chest.

Jason laid down next to the two, “is that comfortable?”

“I can’t breathe, but it’s okay.” She grabbed his hand, “you okay?”

“I’m fine, they’re small,” he comforted, “unlike Purrmaid.”

“You take that back!”

“I will once you stop feeding her your leftover lunch.”

“She gets hungry!”

“I don’t think cats are supposed to eat broccoli, my love.”

“Hmph,” she looked away for a second before turning back to the bright blue eyes, “we should get another one.”

He smiled, “you wanna?”

“We can get a boy, and you can name him!” She planned out.

“I won’t be naming him Thun-purr.”

“Aww, that’d be so cute though.”

“Fine,” he kissed her forehead, “I’ll name him whatever you want me to.”

“It’ll depend on what he looks like,” she replied, “because if it’s a tabby, he’ll be Harry, if he’s light, he’ll be Niall-”

“I take it back, you’re not naming him after One Direction.”

She lightly hit his shoulder, “I was joking, loser.”

“Sure, you were.”

“Seriously, what would you name a cat?” She softly questioned.

He sighed, “I’ve always kind of wanted to get a cat named, uh,” he hesitated, “don't make fun of me.”

“Babe, my cat is named Madame Purrmaid of the… I can't even finish.”

He chuckled, twirling his fingers in her hair, “fine, I wanted a cat to name Cannoli.”

She grinned, “that’s adorable!”

“Thanks,” he embarrassedly looked down while still smiling, “there used to be this bakery in New Rome where they had the world’s best cannolis and one time I saw this giant orange cat walking by it and I always thought that’s exactly the kind of cat I wanted.”

“Then you shall have your very own Cannoli,” she declared in a British accent, “I’ve actually never had a cannoli.” “Next time I head to New Rome, you're coming with me,” he smiled, “you and Purry.”

“Like that was a question,” she replied, petting the feline.

He breathily laughed, “do you want anything to eat?”

“I’m kinda craving a cannoli.”

“You’ve never had one,” he responded, confused.

“Yeah, but you love them so much, they must be good,” she added, “you have good taste.”

“I do?”

“You like me, I think that’s enough proof.”

“That’s a good point.”

She opened her arms, “come give mommy some sugar,” she said using a strange Boston accent.

“Y/N,” he rubbed his temples, “what are you talking about?”

“I don't know, I haven't slept in 20 hours.”

“Here,” he moved the blanket further over her and the cat, “get some sleep and I’ll get you something to eat, okay?”

She nodded as he began to walk away, “wait!”

He turned around, “yeah?”

“I love you.”

He grinned, he jogged back over to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Ahem?”

“Sorry,” he put his hand on Purrmaid, “love you, too.”

[mysteriousl0ser]

FUCK IT, TADC EP 2 THOUGHTS MAJOR SPOILERS!! BE WARNED

LETS GO!! Pomni is still pretty screwed up over her first day here, I mean this is all fresh and new to her so like DUH. everyone else here is somewhat or entirely adjusted and kind of just cope with the fact that theyre here I dont think pomni has really processed how long theyve been here?? In the pilot she seems SO bothered by how okay they are with this and willingness to do caines fuckass adventures

i dont blame her, anywho pomni in her nightmare-induced state starts to abstract, she had to face an abstraction early on in her days here which like have to be pretty truamatizing (duh) and cried out to ANYONE, but where she called for help literally no one helped her “oh well” they though

Pomni doesn't feel like anybody else cares, shes the only one whos still going through an adjustment phase and freaking the fuck out while everyone else is just going along with the adventure, something she still thinks is kinda pointless and doesn't get why anybody would waste their time here doing when they COULD be looking for a way out, why is she the only one who seems to still be distressed here? To feel lost? At least from her perspective, it seems that way. Unfortunately, these people have already been here for a while.

Pomski then meets someone whos just like her, their whole reality was shattered and they don't belong anywhere, mirroring how pomni feels at the moment, even if she still has some sort of grip now vs when she first got here

And she finds comfort in that!!! Why is it that this NPC feels more real than the ACTUAL REAL PEOPLE trapped here with her??? Whatever the reason, its something to hold onto. Something to LATCH onto. Hes Real. or at least he feels real, and maybe she feels like she belongs with him because at least he knows the feeling, something shes not really felt w anyone else before

This comfort and solidarity she has with gumigoo is shortlived however as she gets brutally reminded that he wasnt real. The anchor she had vanished and there's quite literally nobody to catch her fall.

And i feel like ragatha trying to comfort her the way she did didnt help AT ALL. it was kinda a sore reminder that gumigoo is easily replaceable, and GOD thats so frustrating?? This thing felt so real to her and nobody seems to care that he just vanished!! If they could be so apathetic to this whos to say they wont just treat her demise just the same as she thought they would???

But then something important happens. They have a funeral for Kaufmo, someone whos been established to be their friend way before Pomni ever came here. And maybe it didn't ever settle in before that kaufmo was a real person! Literally!! And he was real to them. Just like gumigoo though less directly they relate to being in pain and kind of in shock of losing someone who they cared about and who was a real person to care about to them AND LIKE YOU CAN SEE WHERE IT CLICKS IN HER FACIAL EXPRESSION HERE, THE CHANGE IN HER EYES AND THE WAY HER EXPRESSION LOSENS AT THIS IDK IT DRIVES ME CRAZY GOD THE ANIMATORS WENT OFF W THIS EP VS THE PILOT IM IM IM

anyways anyways They have their funeral service, theres quite literally no reason for anyone to just lie and go along with whatever bs caines got going on, this also quite literally has nothing to do with him. This is kind of their own little way of keeping some sort of human traditions and respect for the human persons that get stuck here because they care. HELL you can even see pomni feel a little guilty here when ragatha says that his funeral was disrupted cause she arrived here

anyways thats exactly it!! They fucking car!! This whole time pomni thought that they just didnt care and were kind of apathetic or downright patronizing her over all this and mocking her or whatnot, like in her dream sequence. But no, they all talk respectively about their memories and experiences with kaufmo, the things they shared together and the feelings they had. EVERYBODY was grieving. Ragatha who always tried to put on some cheerful and kind of irritating (to pomni at least) everythings fine facade (which also kind of feels less real to her at least i think so but i don't think she figured it to be a coping mechanism) to just straight up start crying and breaking up a bit, even mentioning how this does not ever get any easier and how shes had to deal with this plenty of times before.

Zooble the usually apathetic and kind of asshole who keeps to themselves and gives off i don't care energy and probably gave off the impression that they didn't care about anyone here and just treated the people stuck here as an unfortunate fact and nothing more actually being vulnerable and probably doing the same as ragatha talking about their memories with kaufmo

Kingers ALWAYS kind of zoned out or not really taking anything seriously and just being there completely lost in space, but here hes grounded, and even earlier in the episode when ragatha needed it most he remained grounded then too (tho pomni didnt see that i just wanted to mention it). Just like the others he grieves and lives in the unfortunate moment

more of the kinger being grounded when the thought counts

GANGLE- dude even if its for just a moment she smiles here despite having her tragedy mask and like her whole shtick is being of whatever mood or emotion her mask is allegedly wether she wants to or not, but no here shes more than just that, she smiles for a bit when reminiscing her moments with kaufmo only to go back into crying, and man shes always crying with her tragedy mask but its beyond as far as anyone can tell wether or not its really her or just because of her mask, but here? its really her, no matter what the mask on her face shows!! shes genuinely smiling despite having her comedy mask and shes genuinely crying which is very blatantly obviously different to the usual mask cry etc etc

heres something about all this, it hits pomni in a way. These people ARE real, and they care. They care about her, they have nothing else but eachother and THATS something to latch onto. Thats something to hold her down, even if they just met pomni

SPEAKING OF JUST MEETING POMNI she literally expressed how she didnt wanna just LEAVE gumigoo there by himself because she believes no one should just be left there

the circus peeps just met pomni and just like how she felt a real connection to gumigoo in this digital hell she feels a sort of connection with these people too. Theyre gonna have her back all the same, maybe she wont feel so out of place and alone. BONUS THING!! The literal only times she genuinely smiles is when she feels this real connection to what feels real to her and has a genuine and sincere moment with these people whether it be an npc or a trapped member. Idk it just means something to me how significant both these moments are tipped off with a genuine smile a REAL SMIE!! (id add pictures but tumblr has a 30 image limit) OH ALSO BONUS BONUS THING THE DIFFERENCE IN OUTRO MUSIC IS SO IS SO ITS SO the outro song for the pilot kinda feels so ethereal and out of the moment at least to me it kinda feels like it you're slipping through the cracks and just, existing within yourself as the rest of the world around you kind of shatters into glass or melts into water or something i dont think ANY of that made any sense but its loud and its blaring and its so out of reach in a way, mad disassociation vibes but the outro song for the 2nd ep is a lot quieter yet its right there, at first it starts really small, lonely even. trapped by yourself but as the music gets louder and more instruments join in on the song it kind of has a comforting feel? bittersweet? even? its grounding ina way which is much different from how the first one felt at least to me lmao and the comforting feel kinda only emphasizes what I was talking about earlier- the comfort in having that anchor of reality with having a real moment with these people and making that connection yk? and like as i was saying at first the song starts off with just one instrument, at the start of the episode pomni feels utter alone and out of place even if these people here with here are stuck in the same situation as her, together alone. but as the other instruments join. in it kinda uplifts the song a bit, its not one sole instrument anymore like how in the end pomni feels that connection with everyone else, not so alone anymore idk jackshit about music theory so this is entirely a feelies talk instead of like- music lore? so don't take anything i say as like- idk some professional speak im just a nerd nerding about silly digital fixations ANYWAYS THATS ALL FOR NOW I AVE MORE TO SAY BUT THIS IS LONG ENOUGH LOL if you actually read all the way down this far thank you for listening!!! i really really appreciate it :]

[cat-in-a-box13]

Twisters Headcanons Time!

Because this movie has been living rent-free in my head for the past two weeks

Javi, Kate, and Addy were absolutely friends in high school. I would even argue that Kate and Javi go back as far as middle school because I too, would do anything for the people that saw me through my warrior cats girl phase and still agreed to be seen in public with me.

Addy met Praveen in college and he took one look at her and decided she was absolutely insane and he wanted nothing to do with her, only to discover that his best friend was dating her best friend when they introduced the friend groups a month later

Speaking of introducing the friend groups, it was absolutely a disaster. No one can convince me that any of the Tornado Tamers (is that the name we're going with? Because it's honestly awesome) were functional human beings at any point in their lives

Addy was a disaster lesbian and I will except no criticism on this. She had terrible taste in women, and every time she walked out of the room after introducing the Tamers to her latest girlfriend, they were all side-eyeing each other like "This one was... interesting" "She was a bitch." "Oh, thank god somebody said it. I hate her."

Jeb was the dad of the group, but Praveen was absolutely the mom. Neither of them know how the original trio survived this long.

Javi gets horrendously carsick if he's in the backseat. He is always either driving or in the front passenger seat as the navigator.

This means that whenever Javi and Kate chase together, she's always stuck in the passenger seat because it's harder for her to navigate and drive at the same time, and Javi doesn't have the same instincts that she does.

After the "lightning incident" as they later termed it, Praveen kept a first-aid kit that a paramedic would be jealous of stuffed in the back of the car under the seat. When Javi went looking for everybody after the tornado passed, it was the only thing he was able to recover from the car. He still uses it to this day, and he thinks of Praveen every time he has to open it.

Kate hasn't visited the graves since the funeral. Javi visits the graves monthly, except for when he was active-duty military and couldn't get away.

The first time Kate tries to visit their graves after she comes back to Oklahoma, she had a panic attack when she tried to get out of the truck and had to call Tyler to come get her because she couldn't drive home. It took another week, and a pep talk from her mom before she managed to stand in front of the graves and say hi.

Speaking of her mom, Cathy liked to joke that she had five kids when the Tamers were using her barn as their home base. When Jeb, Addy, and Praveen died, she knew something was wrong hours before Javi called her sobbing from the hospital where her baby had just gone into surgery. She had never driven that fast in her life, until she gets another call from a considerably calmer Javi five years later. He still cried when he saw her the second time, and she hugged him just as tightly as she had before.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Our children yearn for the waterpark

part one

barbie dolls: Jegulus x you

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summary:James takes you and regulus (along with your children) to a waterpark

warnings: your son is named Elliot, also you're referred to as Ren and Rena like the gn term for your parent so just yk it's not an oc i promise, pushing the trans James agenda, James is a baker and regulus is a stay at home dad/writer you’re a teacher just so you know, modern au I'm SORRY, James’ parents are alive, Regulus has freinds, Regulus hates the public water, Allusions to poc Luna harry and james, your race and elliots race is not menntioned everyone is welocome, you dont get in the water, Regulus is a sunscreen god he loves sunscreen so much, Harry is mentioned to have moms theyre giving divorce core mom and dad’s house, james drives a minivan, allusions to autistic reader and Elliot but its not specified, your swimsuit is not mwntioned or described so again everybody welcome, i hate typos oh my god

You liked dating James and Regulus. Your relationship was still very fresh, but their effect was hard to miss. They made you laugh all the time. James was very energetic, matching your kids well. Regulus was blunt and it relaxed your nerves of missing a hidden message in a conversation. And they were both great parents. Your kids already loved each other and they got along well.

School was out. Meaning both you and Elliot had loads of free time on your hands. With summer in full swing, you set up frequent playdates with Elliot’s two best friends. You wanted him to keep his strong bonds with them and it definitely wasn’t because you missed Regulus and James. Regulus was really self-employed. He stayed at home to raise Luna and to write his books. He could easily add a playdate to his schedule. James however was a baker with hours he had to meet. So he didn’t always have a clear schedule. Harry would stay with his grandparents, Euphemia and Fleamont, while James was at work. Harry also spent a lot of time at his Moms’ house. So making a playdate with all three children involved was harder than expected. Elliot still liked hanging out with Luna, and sometimes even Harry too on certain weekends.

Your phone rang as you were cutting up celery for Elliot. He was going through a peanut butter phase, eating it on everything. You picked up the call, holding the phone with your shoulder and the side of your face.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Pretty. It’s me.” You smiled at James’ voice. Just as you were about to tell him hi again, he started talking. “Lemme add Regulus.” You stayed silent as his side went quiet. You heard Elliot in the other room, clacking his toys together on the dining room table. You snagged a pretzel from the small pile on his plate. Soon enough James and Regulus both joined.

“Are you guys busy this weekend?” You scoffed at James. You heard Regulus sniffle a laugh on his line.

“James, baby, we’re always free. Do try to remember our professions.” You said as you smeared peanut butter onto Elliot’s celery.

“Right yeah, well I just accidently bought exactly six passes to this really cool waterpark,” James said, whispering the last word. You oooed while Regulus snorted.

“James, do share with us how you accidentally bought exactly enough passes for all of us and our children.” Regulus pressed. You heard Luna in the background let out a yell filled with laughter.

“Was that Luna?” You asked. Regulus explained that her uncles were over and attacking her with tickles. Regulus returned the conversation to the waterpark passes.

“alright fine, you caught me. I missed you guys. I’ve been so busy with work, I feel like I haven’t seen you all summer.” You cooed at James while Regulus let out a whine.

“He cares.” Regulus mocked.

“How adorable.” You joined in making James groan loudly. “What day were you planning on going to the p-a-r-k, James?” You spelled out where you were going so Elliot wouldn’t overhear and get excited. You turned around to the color-coordinated calendar on the fridge. It was mostly empty, you and Elliot preferred the company of each other than strangers. Though you had a really exciting playdate with Luna planned next Thursday. What a wild life you lived.

“This Saturday if that works for you two.” You glanced over at the empty box.

“Yeah, I could squeeze you in.” You muttered into the microphone as you turned back to Elliot’s plate.

“Lemme check my planner.” Regulus waited for a second. “Oh that’s right, I hate human beings. I'm completely free.” James let out a sigh of relief. You picked up Elliot’s plate, walking it to the dining room. Elliot was sitting in a chair, his little arms just barely reaching over the edge of the table, smacking two toy cars together. You set his plate in front of him. Elliot thanked you, shoving the peanut butter-covered celery into his mouth. You kissed his forehead, ruffling his hair before pulling back. You noticed his bare legs.

“Baby, where are your pants?” You tilted your head. Elliot pointed to the bathroom.

“Hamper,” Elliot answered.

“Well, good job putting them in the hamper but why aren’t they on your legs?” You asked.

“Didn’t wanna wear ‘em,” Elliot said, his mouth full of celery.

“Can’t argue with that, make sure you chew all the way okay.” Elliot nodded as you left to go clean the kitchen.

“One thing I will say though, I’m not getting that water. Do you realize how filthy those things are?” You tuned back into the conversation listening to Regulus list off statistics of how gross waterparks are.

“That’s okay, I’ll be in the water so I can make sure Luna doesn’t swim away or anything,” James said, clearing up the problem. You nodded.

“I’ll dry off Luna if you don’t want to touch the water on her, and we’ll lay a towel over one of those chairs that are shaded so we know it's clean. If you feel lonely, I'll sit with you and James if you feel tired we can swap places.” You offered, wanting to fill in any potholes in your plans.

“You are very kind, darling,” Regulus muttered. You cooed at him as you shoved the peanut butter back in the high cabinet so Elliot wouldn’t eat it all in one sitting and hurt his stomach.

“You guys are nasty. I was thinking maybe we carpool so nobody gets lost and it saves gas.” James said. You hummed while Regulus made a disapproving sound.

“James, there’s like twelve of us. Are you driving a bus?” Regulus said, poking holes into James’ ideas. If you were looking at James you assumed he’d be rolling his eyes.

“I have a big van. It has enough seating for us, I counted to make sure.” You hummed.

“Okay, baby, whatever you want.” You agreed, putting the celery into the refrigerator. Regulus sighed.

“I suppose that could work.” You snorted at Regulus’ faked disappointment. You heard Luna call for Regulus on his side.

“I’m being called for Yeti in my Spaghetti, I have to go.” You all said bye before hanging up.

Saturday came faster than you thought it would. You were packing a big bag of sunscreen and towels, in no time. You told Elliot he didn’t need to wear his goggles before you even got in the car but he was excited. You let it slide, you’re only seven once. You were a little anxious about the whole thing, you worried one of the kids would splash Regulus. You were worried they would slip on the wet concrete and crack their head. You worried Elliot’s goggles were too tight on his head. You heard an engine approaching. You looked out the window to verify it was James. Definitely his red minivan, bumper stickers littering the back. You turned around to Elliot.

“You know who’s in the driveway?” Elliot jumped up off the couch, bouncing on his feet.

“Harry and Luna?” You nodded. Elliot bolted towards the door. You were opening the minivan door in no time, a wave of hello’s meeting you and Elliot. Luna and Harry were next to each other in the back row.

“They wanted to sit in the back because they’re spies.” You hummed at Regulus’ explanation. You were able to fit Elliot’s booster seat in the back, next to Luna. You pushed the seat in front of them back, sitting in the row in front of theirs. Regulus was in the passenger seat, tilting his head back to see you. You smiled at him warmly as you buckled your seatbelt. James’ face appeared next to his, looking at you.

“Hi,” James said, a light air to his greeting.

“Hi.”

“Okay, waterpark here we come!” James said, loud enough for the back row to hear. The kids all squealed, thrashing their legs and arms around. Your trip to the waterpark calmed your worries. James and Regulus’ presence already working numbers. James apparently made a summertime fun playlist specifically for this. The kids seemed to enjoy it. Luna made her doll dance and Elliot made his car dance. Harry just made himself dance.

You six easily made it through the gates. You were holding hands with Regulus on one side and Elliot on the other. When you look back to see Elliot holding onto Luna’s hand and Luna holding onto Harry’s hand, you had flashbacks to watching ducks cross the road. James was in the front leading you all to his Harry’s favorite part of the waterpark. Regulus narrowly avoided a small kid with Nemo arm floaties splashing. You rubbed his arm in sympathy.

“I'll dry you off if you get any water on you, and I have hand sanitizer and butt wipes in my bag. Regulus knocked your cheek with his head in a thank you. James ran ahead, snagging a sunlounger for Regulus. You pulled a towel out of your bag, handing it to James. Regulus settled onto the chair, digging into his own bag. He motioned for Luna to come over, squirting a mountain of tinted sunscreen into his hands. Regulus smothered Luna in sunscreen, making sure she was covered entirely.

Luna had on an adorable bright orange swimsuit with ruffles around the edges. She had matching arm floaties that she talked Regulus out of, pinkie promising to stay in the shallow end. You knew that within an hour she’d want to go into the deep end and Regulus would have to talk her into a life vest and arm floaties. Luna was free though, slipping her Tinkerbell flip-flops off and splashing into the shallow end. You were in the kid's area so there wasn’t even really a deep end but you could easily imagine Luna tricking someone into taking her to the lazy river.

Harry was next in the sunscreen line. Harry had on a long-sleeved swim shirt and Lighting McQueen shorts. James had on just red shorts. He had already tossed his coverup tee off. You didn’t want to oggle him. James had antler tattoos following the path of the scars on his chest. Regulus’ shorts were blue, you expected him to stay under the shade the whole time.

James pulled his spray can of suscreen out of his bag. Regulus looked aghast at James even thinking of covering a human in that. Regulus slapped it out of James’ hands, using Luna’s sunscreen on Harry instead. Regulus forced James into using Luna’s sunscreen as well. Regulus smothered some over James’ cheeks. It made James fluster, giggling and needing to turn around to take a moment to himself. After Regulus smothered James and Harry in sunscreen, he pulled Elliot over.

You sat next to Regulus as he rubbed sunscreen into Elliot’s skin. You held onto Elliot’s hand, he was squeezing the life out of it. Elliot hated the texture of sunscreen but he liked playing in the water more than sitting in the shade. He just needed a little bit of comfort through it and he was okay. After Regulus was done Elliot moved into your arms for more comfort. You hummed, squeezing him tight. You rocked him gently, giving him all the praises he needed. Elliot eventually pulled back, leaving his shoes next to his friends’ and joining them in the water. You smiled at him splashing with his friends, the three of them flinging water at James, who pretended to die and crash into the water.

You turned back to Regulus, happy you were all together. Regulus was staring at you with a deadly serious look in his eyes. His palms were pointed towards you, you glanced down at them. Your smile slightly fell when you realized they were coated in sunscreen.

“Oh Regulus, I actually put some on at ho-“ Regulus shut you up by smothering your face with his hands. He removed them, smearing his hands down your arms. You sputtered, he avoided your eyes and mouth shockingly. Regulus returned his hands to your face, now gently rubbing it into your face. You understood now why this flustered James. Regulus had both hands on your face treating your skin with such love, making sure you were fully protected. He eventually sat back, adding more to his hands before looking up at you.

“Can I do the rest or do you want to?” You shrugged.

“I’m cool with whatever you want, babe.” Regulus sighed. He hated when people made him make decisions.

“I'll do most.” You hummed in approval. He rubbed sunscreen into most of your skin, handing you the bottle to finish. When you were done you squeezed some of Regulus’ sunscreen into your hands, facing him with the same severity. He looked up from rubbing some into his arms. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I'll get your back, baby.” Regulus squinted his eyes at you. You grinned.

“Are you trying to steal my job?” You shook your head moving to sit behind him. You applying sunscreen devolved into you just rubbing the tension out of his shoulders. Regulus dropped his head back against you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lightly pecking his cheek on the way. You both watched as James picked Harry up by his ankles, wrapping his arms around Harry’s legs, and swinging him around. It made Harry giggle loudly, squealing and swinging his arms around. James gently set Harry back on his feet, splashing all three of your kids with a large swing of his arms. James left the water, squeezing his shorts out. He slumped down into the sun lounge chair next to you that you claimed with your bag.

He pulled his arms under his head, sighing. You admired the way the sun warmed his skin. You were not checking him out you were just checking for sunburns. Regulus pressed a kiss to your arm, leaning out of your hold. James opened his eyes, looking over at you both.

“So I was thinking, maybe we go out to eat after this.” You hummed nodding your head.

“You pick, I hate making decisions,” Regulus muttered. You patted his shoulder.

“Parenting must be hard for you.” Regulus nodded at you. He looked up when he heard Luna scream. Harry was splashing her. Elliot was near them staring at the lost water shoe sitting at the edge of the shallow water.

“Elliot, leave the shoe alone.” You yelled over at him. His head shot up, caught. He stood up and pointed down at it.

“Rena, it has no brother. Where’s the owner?” You shrugged at him.

“I don’t know, baby. Leave it alone, you don’t know what somebody could’ve stepped in.” Elliot pouted at you. Your yelling caught the attention of the other two. They stood around the lost shoe staring down at it. You stood up, joining them so now all four of you were standing around this lost shoe and inspecting it. You told them not to touch it running over to the nearby snowcone stand asking for napkins. You picked the shoe up with a napkin. The three children follow you to the trashcan. You set it on top in case the owner came back, and looked for it. You tossed the napkins into the trashcan, turning around to your little huddle of kids.

“Why can you touch it but we can’t?” Luna asked, staring up at you.

“I had napkins, and I’m an adult so I can make my own decisions about my health.” Luna pouted at your answer.

“That’s unjust,” Luna muttered under her breath.

“Can we have napkins?” Harry asked. You shook your head. Elliot scoffed.

“This sucks, you took away my shoe.” You dropped your shoulders.

“I’m sorry hun but you can’t have that shoe. it’s not for you.” You looked around the huddle to make sure they all understood. Luna pushed her wet hair away from her face. Elliot turned around and left, the other two following after him. When you returned to James and Regulus, you noticed how much Luna was fighting with her hair. It kept sticking to her face and annoying her. Her eyebrows were pushed together and she looked close to drowning her mermaid doll.

“Regulus, could I put Luna’s hair up? It keeps getting in her face.” Regulus shrugged. He reached over to his bag, pulling two hairbands off a key chain and handing them to you. You asked Luna if she wanted her hair up. She said yes and settled in front of you on the chair. You had James run to the snowcone stand and ask for a cup of water. You made sure her hair was damp, so you wouldn’t hurt it. You gently pulled her hair up into a ponytail, using the hair ties Regulus gave you to hold it. You patted her arms when you were done. Luna turned around and gave you a tight hug.

After another hour of the kids and James being rowdy, you were all tired. You stayed true to your word, drying Luna off with her towel while Regulus packed up his bag. With everyone buckled in the car, James started towards whatever food place he picked. The ride back from the waterpark was much calmer and quieter than the ride to. The kids were tired, you were tired, the car was tired. You glanced over at Regulus when you heard him mutter something. You noticed James’ hand resting on Regulus’ thigh. You smiled at that, glad you were all close. James smiled brightly at Regulus, making the car heat up with his joy.

“Well thank you, I like your swimsuit too.” You glanced at the backseat making sure all three kids were asleep.

“Oh, that’s why you invited us to the waterpark. To see me and Regulus half naked. I get it now.” James looked at you through the rearview mirror.

“No, I wanted you guys to have fun, don't soil my good name like that,” James said, giving you a playful glare. Regulus ignored you both, resting his head against his arm on the door. You noticed James’ thumb swiping back and forth in a soothing manner. You smiled at him before returning your attention out the window.

Eventually, you were gently rocking the kids’ knees so they would wake up. When they realized they had the prospect of chicken strips and french fries, they were scrambling out of their seats. You were sat at a round booth. It was more of a fast food than a restaurant place so your wet swimsuit coverups weren’t really a problem. You helped Elliot pick out his meal as James helped Harry. Luna apparently already knew what she wanted, busying herself with the sugar packets.

Your food arrived and you cut up Harry’s chicken strips while James caught you and Regulus up with what was going on with him. You slid Harry’s plate back to him. Elliot handed you the small bowl of ketchup like it was going to bite him.

“Nasty, Rena. I don't want it.” You nodded, taking it away. You set it between you and James so Elliot wouldn’t have to look at it.

“Oh thank you.” James dunked one of his fries into the bowl. You weren’t going to correct him and tell him you didn’t do that on purpose so you just smiled. You checked on Elliot, seeing him chomp into his chicken strips, tearing it away. He rawred before chewing properly. You put together that he was probably pretending to be a dinosaur. His favorite was a velociraptor. He liked that they looked like ‘stupid chickens’. You glanced over at Luna. She was chowing down on her burger. She ordered for herself. She did a great job too. Luna was very well-spoken, she seemed to have a big vocabulary. It probably had something to do with living with a writer. Especially a writer like Regulus.

You tore off a corner from your paper napkin. You rolled it into a ball before chucking it at Regulus. It hit him square in the forehead. Regulus set his fork down, looking down at the paper ball in his lap. He looked up at you and James both smothering your laughter. He reached over and covered Harry’s eyes before flipping you off. Elliot was luckily under the table getting his crayon off the floor. James dropped his fry. Regulus picked up his fork taking a proud bite out of his own fry. You ignored the fact he was eating fries with his fork and that he passed it to Luna.

“What about Luna?” James asked. Regulus removed his hand from Harry. Harry glared at Regulus before picking up another chicken strip.

“Oh, I already sawed that. Uncle B said it means I love you but Uncle Rosie told me the truth. Uncle B likes partial jokes.” Luna said, matter of factly. She kept her eyes on her burger before taking a bite. Regulus nodded at her.

“Practical, not partial. You used the phrase practical jokes correctly though. Good job, Lue.” Luna smiled with her cheeks full at Regulus. You understood why her vocab was so big now, it was Regulus. Elliot rawred again, making three claws with his fingers to pick up his chicken strips.

You were all strapped into James’ minivan and on the way back home, in no time. The kids were entertaining each other in the backseat. James had his playlist softly playing in the background.

“We should get together just us,” James said. Regulus looked away from his window raising an eyebrow at him.

”Is that not what we just did?” Regulus asked. James shook his head.

“No I mean like we should go on a for real date, not a playdate that we happen to flirt in the background. We go out just the three of us. Maybe not the waterpark though.” James explained, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I want to but it’s kinda hard getting a babysitter.” You said, looking between them. Regulus turned around to make eye contact with you.

“Elliot could spend the night at my house, I have like a thousand free babysitters,” Regulus said, waving his hand through the air.

“What will Uncle B teach my kind how to say fuck in every language?” You teased. Regulus pressed his lips togehter.

”He’s actually not that bad, he’s really good with kids. He just also has an odd sense of humor.” you squinted at Regulus. ” It's alright if you don't want him to babysit I can have Evan and Dorcas babysit. Evan is just as insane as Barty but he lowers it while around children. Barty doesn’t. Docas is super cool, she’ll probably teach Elliot how to sword fight with wrapping paper tubes.”

“Docas does sound sick.” You muttered. James cheered.

“See we can go out for real, Regulus you do the planning this time.” Regulus nodded at James.

“I actually really like planning, I wish I had my joural. I would’ve taken notes.” Regulus sadly muttered. Once you were back home, Elliot passed out on the couch. You smiled at him clutching his car to his chest. You were excited for Regulus to call you and start his planning process.

[itsplumwriter]

Baking for Bucky

POV: While browsing a small collector’s shop, Bucky finds a vintage WWII magazine from the 40s. He flips through the pages and spots a dessert recipe, asking if you could make it for him.

A/N: Just some fluffsss. I haven't written a fluffy piece in a while so I really hope you'll like this. I love baking, do y'all? It's such a comfort activity and I think it'd be so cute to bake for Bucky.

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“What are we making again?” you ask, pulling out the flour and sugar.

“Gingerbread. It’s a classic from the 40s,” Bucky says, flipping through the old-timey magazine. “Housewives used to pack it in their husband’s box lunches back in the day.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Housewife? I am a housewife now?”

He lowers the magazine, glancing at you. “You can be..."

You nearly trip trying to get the bowl. “Slow your roll, soldier...”

He chuckles as he helps you pull out the rest of the ingredients. You love him, obviously, and you could definitely see yourself marrying him. But you’re both enjoying the dating phase and there’s no need to rush things.

You add the ingredients to the bowl and stir it's contents carefully, noticing a concerned look on Bucky's face. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Bucky smiles, enjoying the fact you know him so well. "The smell is just bringing me back... Usually sights, sounds, and smells bring me back to bad memories from my past, so it's kinda nice to have a smell trigger a good memory for once."

You smile and nod, hoping he'll say more; Bucky rarely opens up. When he does, you find it best to just keep quiet and let it flow naturally.

"I kinda miss the old days, you know?..." he continues. "Sometimes I hate that I was frozen for so long. That so many years were taken from me. Sometimes I wish I could have lived in the era I was supposed to.”

“I can understand that,” you say, nodding.

He approaches you, hugging you. “But the thing is if I hadn’t been frozen... I never would’ve met you."

He buries his head in the crook of your neck. "And that sorta makes it all worth it."

“Bucky,” you sigh. His words are sweet, but they make you upset. "I don't want you to say anything was worth what you went through..."

Bucky takes your hand, kissing your palm. “I mean it. And I meant it when I said I want you to be my wife...”

You smile. "Let's see how this gingerbread turns out first. You may change your mind..."

Bucky chuckles, rolling his eyes.

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The entire house is filled with the smell of gingerbread. A warm feeling enrobes the air, reminding you of Christmastime. You both curl up on the couch, eating a few slices with milk.

"You're clearly wifey material," Bucky chimes.

You raise an eyebrow. "Where did you hear that term..."

Bucky stares at you. "Sam."

You chuckle, shaking your head.

"No, but seriously... This has got to be one of the best desserts I've ever had."

You roll your eyes. "...Don't exaggerate, Bucky."

“I'm not! It's the loveliest thing I've ever tasted because the loveliest person made it for me."

You fiddle with a few gingerbread crumbs on your plate, blushing.

Bucky smiles to himself. "I remember one of my buddies used to have these all the time in his box lunch. He’d brag all the time to us that his wife made it for him... I can’t believe I had to wait nearly 90 years for my wife to make me some...”

You clench your jaw. “But I'm not your wife, Buckyy... I love you and I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you. But I don't think I'm ready just yet."

He gives you a soft smile. “No rush, doll... I believe I waited my whole life to meet you... It'd be an honor for me to wait a little longer..."

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[headcannonsandotherthings]

X-men headcanons because why not.

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Ok… not gonna lie… most of these are dumb but please enjoy a range of X-Men headcanons I have in no particular order :)—————————————————————————-

Jubilee collects smiskis… don’t ask why I just have a feeling she does.

Jean can’t cook for shit but can make a damn good chocolate chip cookie

Scott on the other hand… it’s the thought that counts.

I know this is technically canon in the cartoon but Gambit is possessive of the kitchen.

To the point where he has banned several members (cough cough jean cough cough) on multiple occasions for “poisoning” it.

Logan will purposefully use slang wrong just to annoy people… it works every time.

Logan has accidentally pulled the “Back in my day” card on Jubilee and Roberto once… they never let him live it down.

All of them are theater kids. All. Of. Them.

Jean was THAT theater kid who got the lead as like a freshman. (Iykyk)

Again following that, all of them would have been obsessed with Pitch Perfect or Glee or both… actually make it both.

Morph unironically knows the cups song.

If Rogue and Gambit did have kids, he would absolutely be the type of dad to take play time a little too seriously.

Jean is allergic to pepper. God forbid if she even tastes the tiniest bit, she would start to sound like she smokes 12 of Logan’s cigars.

Scott went through a brief man bun phase before Jean made him cut it.

Kurt is fluent in Latin.

[kinky-pen]

Got any general Ouran headcanons?

More disorganised, general thoughts!

Tamaki:

When Tamaki found out about renfairs, the whole host club wasn't just dragged to one (I don't believe they're a thing in Japan, but I may be wrong), Tamaki made them help him organise one. Yes, Kyoya had thought he'd escaped budgeting for Tamaki's whims in adulthood, and yes he felt stupid for thinking that.

Paints his nails frequently. It's an activity he finds fun, but he also repaints them constantly because he changes his mind about the colour constantly! He also wants them to match his outfit, and god forbid he plan ahead.

Was raised Catholic in France, but finds much more love for the aesthetics and community than the religion himself.

Haruhi:

Haruhi was always androgenous, but she embraces her gender nonconformity and identity even more as they become and understands themselves. Lots of lovely suits, both masc and fem. (They do use all pronouns, also, but use she/they the most)

Keeps the short hair!! I know she grows it out in the manga, but the short hair is nicer, more in character, and Haruhi said on multiple occasions that they prefer it.

When she's a lawyer (not if, let's be real), she's actually scary good at employment law and making sure companies compensate and treat their worker's fairly (comrade Haruhi, everyone)

Kyoya:

Keeps a sketchpad handy a good portion of the time. He found art really relaxed him, and he's pretty talented at it, but he'll keep it to himself as it's something he actually considers for him, not profit or prestige.

Has had a crush on every member of the host club, at some point, except Hanni for obvious reasons (boo, you whore)

Has diagnosed depression, and is half convinced he has a personality disorder of some flavour. He can be a bit of a hypochondriac, however, and his doctors haven't confirmed anything as of yet. Who knows.

Hikaru:

Dyes his hair constantly, all sort of colours. Like Tamaki and his nails, Hikaru recolours his hair very often - as soon as he gets bored of it. It got to the point where he dyed it four times in a month, fried it all off, and had to get a buzz cut. He eased up a little after that.

Loves getting tattoos. He's one of those people that really love the sensation of it, and he also gets a cool piece of art on his body forever! Yes there's something wrong with him, he's seeing a therapist!

Loves spending time in his office, tinkering about with new things - whether it be finding new ways to put together certain pieces of hardware, or coding new software. He can disappear in there for days straight, sometimes (he has a mini fridge stocked with drinks and snacks, don't worry)

Kaoru:

Goes through phases of growing out his hair, then cutting it all off again. Changes hairstyles frequently. When you're head of a designer brand, you do have to balance keeping up with the latest trends with setting them, and I think Kaoru does well with both sides of that.

Loves flower arranging (which is semi-canon), but it's something he keeps up his whole life.

Kaoru actually does have some """mild""" HPD (that's the phrasing he uses, but he generally means he's high functioning) he's just like me frfr

Mori:

This man matures like a fine wine. Will always be attractive, honestly. He went from hunk to DILF to GILF effortlessly.

Still wins Judo competitions and such well into his early fifties, but decided to retire from competing at 53 due to some joint issues. Still keeps it up for fun and health, though.

Had a bit of a revelation about putting his foot down and protecting his boundaries during university. It actually helped him a lot with the self destructive tendencies he has in canon.

Hunni:

Living his best life with his goth wife! He just adores that girl so much and she'll kill for him! (Ask her to kill for you, Hunni, she really wants to)

Takes up baking his own cakes, which does actually save money in the long run - not that they need to worry about that.

Had a similar revelation to Mori in university, caused by Mori standing up for himself more. He realised that he can still be true to himself and what he wants, without running roughshod over those who care about him. He can still be a little selfish, but better than what we see in canon.

Also, as this is a kink blog and I don't really want to encourage engagement from people not into NSFW/are minors - please only 'like' this post if you're the aforementioned :)

[breadvidence]

TL;DR: 2.8.9 and 1.2.7 are mirrors, and Valjean's fatal moral fault in the back half of the novel can be found in 2.8.9.

On today's fumbling-around thought menu: that in fanfic (and some pro adaptations), Valjean's final moral arc is the need to make amends with Cosette via confession, but that's—not quite right, or you can read it different. It's reasonable to take that route: allowing her to live in ignorance is a wrong, even if it's driven by love (I see it as a problem both on the practical front—it puts her in danger should he be found out—and more broadly as an example of the right a person has to a loved one's otherwise private history where it overlaps so profoundly with their own, and where failing to confide marks a failure of intimacy). It's, from what I've seen, often what a modern reader most strongly holds against him.

The feeling that this is an essential progress is something you can see in the fact that fanfic which otherwise does not care about Cosette as a character will include a confession. See also the musical, which looked at "white jet comes from Norway, black jet comes from England", went "absolutely not", or I think it's '98 which simply has Cosette be in the know already (I personally read that as the script writer/whoever going "Hm, this feels regressive and anti-feminist, I don't think modern audiences will like that as an aspect of the protag.")

All of which is me getting a little distracted: I don't know that this is a prime moral fault in the novel, which isn't a new thought! But I'm dwelling on the places where Valjean goes wrong, and while the fact that his entire emotional and daily life revolves around Cosette means they unavoidably circle around her, it's not about her, quite, narratively. I think—to try to be pithy—it's the choice of suffering for suffering, suffering for self-hate, and self-satisfaction in suffering (with a side helping of being too alike his foil Javert in perceiving the world as dichotomous—which is a different post). Several people have identified the genesis of the outward behavior (no fire, black bread) as being in the convent, and I think that's accurate—that he learns a lot about how to suffer, there. Let me walk through what I'm looking at:

What's one of the first things we learn about Valjean's character? He thinks and he fucking commits. It's what 1.2.7 is about. We are told "His deliberate deeds passed through three successive phases, which natures of a certain stamp can alone traverse,—reasoning, will, perseverance." If his thoughts and commitments in this scene are to a condemnation of society from which he's diverted by Myriel, the nature remains.

In Montreuil, he's being excessive but normal-ish, he minds his own comfort and safety and security, he's trying to find God through a kind of strange impersonal agape, literal charity as sacrifice without love, maybe because that's what he thought Myriel was doing when he bought his soul. (All of which he sacrifices—still impersonal—for Justice, and is fucked again by Law. By which I don't mean Javert literally, even if Javert thinks about wielding his "sword" during the arrest.)

In 2.4.3, there's a passing warning—"The best of us are not exempt from egotistical thoughts". Gorbeau is, for a breath, a kind of Eden, but egotism and pride are topics that Hugo circles with Valjean.

It all breaks right open at the convent, 2.8.9: it's a mirror of 1.2.7: in the galley we see "during the hours of repose, which were for Jean Valjean hours of reverie, this gloomy galley-slave, seated with folded arms upon the bar of some capstan" and in the convent he "crossed his arms and leaned on his hoe, and slowly descended the endless spirals of reverie". Jean Valjean, presented with and mulling over a great deal of truth, comes to a fucked-up conclusion.

In the narrator's voice—and I don't think I agree with everything Hugo's dishing out, here, anymore than I'm comfortable with him and the convent overall, but I do think it's pointing towards what's meant to be read as a genuine judgment—we're told that the convent contributes to Valjean's uprightness and that it "stopped him on that downward path" to pride—that "for some time past he had been comparing himself to men in general, and pride was beginning to spring up. Who knows? He might have ended by returning very gradually to hatred." In Gorbeau 2.4.3 we are told that he had "viewed the malice of men and the misery of society under a new aspect—incomplete aspects, which unfortunately only exhibited one side of the truth, the fate of woman as summed up in Fantine, and public authority as personified in Javert" and that in prison "disgust and lassitude were overpowering him", and I always took this bit in 2.8.9 to refer specifically to his perception of Fantine's suffering and death and the consequences of his intervention for Champmathieu—but now I wonder if it applies to his Montreuil-sur-Mer era as a whole, this approach to the "bridge built by the devil". To which—well, yeah, the convent does turn him from that set of sins, doesn't it? The flaw of charity without love and its longterm consequence. (I think of 1.1.4 and M. Géborand, who was "purchasing paradise for a sou.” The amount does not change the principle.)

Then, in 2.8.9, the narrator tells us "Here all personal theory is withheld; we are only the narrator; we place ourselves at Jean Valjean’s point of view, and we translate his impressions." By which I assume that when Valjean comes to conclusions about the nuns—when we're told "he did not understand that of these last, that of creatures without reproach and without stain, and he trembled as he asked himself: The expiation of what? What expiation?"—he's very wrong. Catastrophically. In Montreuil-sur-Mer, he tried to forge a relationship with God, having begun by kneeling to the Bishop; now "it seemed as though he dared not kneel directly before God", out of what he identifies as "humility", and I—rather think not. We're often told characters don't quite understand something, that they see only partial views, and I think in the line "before his eyes he had the sublime summit of abnegation, the highest possible pitch of virtue", his eyes are key, and playing himself against that view does him wrong.

In "When he thought on these things, all that was within him was lost in amazement before this mystery of sublimity" the lost is key, and I see a soft echo of Javert's relationship to the sublime—Valjean responds to his incomprehension of it with "amazement" and thought, where Javert finds it "odious" and meaningless, but all the same neither can comprehend it, and Javert is very much not a foil you wanna be in harmony with.

The fruit of this is, in part, is Cosette's suffering: secondhand through witnessing a loved one torment himself, firsthand in how she then develops maladaptive and harmful ideas about love and trust, finally in her grief for the premature loss of her father.

The fruit that, alas, I think the narrative finds more rotten?

Bless him, it's 5.7.1. The crime he commits against himself when he becomes Javert and seizes his own collar. The reasoning behind his suicide. In the nuns he saw "servitude submitted to, torture accepted, punishment claimed by souls which have not sinned" (2.8.9) and in 5.7.1, he says "It is better to suffer, to bleed, to weep, to tear one’s skin from the flesh with one’s nails, to pass nights writhing in anguish, to devour oneself body and soul"—because if the innocent accept torture, what must the guilty do? If to suffer is itself sublime, what is it to suffer for a cause? Even a wretch might be sublime then, eh? As an aside, he's shaming himself by comparison to women whose entire purpose is expiating the sins of the guilty. Which is rude as fuck, and, I think: a matter of pride, in the end.

You could read the wrong, here, as "he's confessing to the wrong person", and that's fair; you could say that truth itself is not wrong, and there's righteousness in confession; maybe there's good bound up in the bad, but I think the motivation here is perverted, as if the "vague, incessant, and brutal desire to do harm to some living being" (1.2.7) that Valjean escaped via Myriel has caught him at last, and become self-directed.

He's an ass for the fact that even while he returns to the topic of Cosette's wellbeing throughout his confession, he evidently didn't think of this as being a discussion that would reach her—"Cosette! oh yes, it is true, you are going to tell Cosette about this", um, yes?—but I don't think at all the novel is as concerned about it. Were his last confession to be his life story rather than his business interests, that doesn't fix his error, his sin, his dysfunction, his unwellness, whatever you want to label it as. Choosing to live might've done, and he almost manages that—he does persist in seeing Cosette, for all he perceives that as weakness, he even begins to spend more time with her until Marius forces him out. The loving aspect might've won out over the dichotomy-bound drama queen.

Or maybe not IDK. Re-reading 5.7.1 always makes me want to cry about the old man, though. What a pitiful frustrating character.

(As an aside, I'd note that the moral failure of his suicide [which is not to say suicides are moral failures in and of themselves! narratively speaking] is contrasted against his moral success in choosing not to control Cosette as expressed by overcoming his hatred for Marius. I think LM2000 and BBC2018 are real interesting to watch with this in mind: to see how the story feels when he only hurdles being a Bluebeard because the creators are hitting the plot-beats of an original text rather than because the story justifies it.)

[judysxnd]

Hi beautiful

Can you please write a pedro×reader where they are fighting really seriously and suddenly kisses the reader and things get spicy...

And acn you please write it long?

I am in this phase where I see Pedro has a dad. So I’m going to write the plot I have in mind, that thank god corresponds to this.

I hope it was long enough! I don’t think I have ever written something that long!

Warnings: swearing, hand job, unprotected sex

Minors DNI

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Having a personal life in the middle of a social career is not easy. Even difficult. Whatever you do, whatever you say, you are always watched, everything gets twisted, and it’s just.. drama. That’s why you and Pedro, when you finally started dating, decided to stay private. And that’s still been going on after all these years.

Let’s settle everything. You’ve been dating Pedro for four years. You met through a mutual friend, who was your roommate. You immediately had a good chemistry, but nothing ever happened. No one could deny that there wasn’t any tension, but you both stayed friend for at least a year before something happened.

Neither of you planned that infamous night where everything went down (literally). You had a nice little party at your place, I mean, it was just a few friends. One too many drinks and.. yes. You ended up having sex. One super great night that both of you remembered and liked very much. That’s why you kept doing it. You both decided to become friends with benefits, and it was going on good! Buuuut it only lasted a month. And, much to your surprise, it wasn’t because of you. Pedro caved. If it hadn’t been him, you would have given in shortly after.

So you started dating. And it’s been amazing. You’ve been having the greatest time of your life. You both handle very well the distance, keeping communicating a lot, sometimes visiting each other on either sets. And let’s not forget that you are having the best sex ever. You’re good, he’s good, together you make the best. And it went on. A year. And a second year. Which brings us to some defining moments. Because yes there were two very close.

The first one is Pedro proposing. Two years in the relationship and your love is only growing even more. You are obsessed with each other, you’re literally never felt that before. And Pedro decided to lock this, making it official. You were in Morocco. Pedro loved it so much when he filmed gladiator that he wanted to show you. He had planned everything. He rented a magnificent like little palace for your trip, with this amazing view on the ocean. As he knows you absolutely love sunsets, and arranged a little romantic dinner on the beach, and proposed when the sunset was at its peak.

Unfortunately the fantasy was cut short, you had to go back in reality, and go back to work. Two weeks after coming back, you started to get sick. You had nausea, morning sickness, and you were extremely tired. When you saw it wasn’t going away, you went to see your doctor. Surprise! You’re pregnant. Big news. How to tell Pedro? He proposed two weeks ago, with you careers, the age gap, and the fact that neither of you actually want kids, how could you drop the news?

You decided to be direct. Communication was one of the best thing in your relationship. You could talk about everything, either serious or not. You both said things to each other that neither of you had told before. He was home before you, so it all happened very quick. You didn’t have time to think. When he asked about your doctor’s appointment, you dropped the bomb.

Pedro was very comprehensive but it has been a lot on him. At his age, having a kid, it’s not easy. Even if he’s great and would actually love the idea. But it involved so many things. Both of your careers, the living situation, handling the media parts. And after listing the pros and cons, you made this huge decision.

To your next appointment, you found out you were two months pregnant. The baby’s gender couldn’t be determined yet. It has been a lot of anxiety on the both of you as this was unexpected, but since you decided to keep it, you’ve actually both been pretty excited. Pedro was already thinking about names. But there was one thing you couldn’t stop thinking: the media.

It has been taboo to talk about it actually. You managed to keep it together after two years of dating, only facing some rumors, but nothing more since neither of you ever denied or confirmed anything. You were even playing with it, going out in town with some friends and being very close to some, dodging paparazzi, you were into it. But now it was getting more complicated, you were adding a baby. Since no one knew you were together, how could you pop out one day either pregnant or with a baby in your arms?

You had lots of arguments, but decided to worry about it when the baby was born. So you went awol during your pregnancy. You were posting pictures here and there, some stories; making sure no one could see the rest of your body. And it was fun, all this secrecy.

Month number seven: you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted to know the gender of the baby. You managed to go for all this time since at every sonogram the baby was turned in a way that you couldn’t see, but it finally happened at your monthly check up. It’s a girl! Oh the look on Pedro’s face. He lit up. Excitement took over.

You decided that you wanted your kid to grow up in the countryside and not closed in between four walls in an apartment, so you started to create and build your own house. Talking about the wolf, baby girl decided to show up two weeks late, and was born at 1:57am on the 31st of July at home. And there she was, Sofia Veronica Y/l/n Pascal. Healthy baby. You’ve both been filled with nothing but happiness. No regrets whatsoever, even when she wakes up at night crying.

Sofia is two years old, currently running in the house with her teddy bear in her arms, probably having some sort of runaway. You’re on the couch, on your phone, scrolling on Instagram. Pedro is in the kitchen drinking his coffee, leaning against the counter, pretending to almost get hit by Sofia when she runs past him. Everything was peaceful, a beautiful sunny day as the house filled with laughter, up until you saw this picture of a famous friend of yours, at Disneyland with their kids. You sighed.

“Pedro” you said slowly turning towards him. He hummed, his eyes following your daughter. “Why don’t we go somewhere with Sofia?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like a park or something” he finally looked at you, sipping from his coffee.

“You know we can’t”

“I know, but maybe this one time we could?” He walked to the counter closer to you.

“Cariño if you want to go with her you can”

“I want to go together, as a family” you sat up, facing him entirely

“We agreed to this” he started to sound dry

“And I’m changing my mind”

“You can’t just do that”

“Why not?” He didn’t say anything “please express yourself, tell me why not” you got up

“We can’t risk it, for her sake” he said pointing to Sofia, now looking at the both of you before starting to run again.

“I dont think there’s anything to risk”

“Really? Really? We’re going into this again?” He started to raise his voice

“Yes. I think we should. Because I think it’s going insane” he scoffed “for fuck sake’s, we’re taking turns going outside with her, and we they see you with her you just pretend she’s your niece or something” he kept shaking his head

“We need to keep her privacy”

“It doesn’t mean we can’t do anything together!” You walked a bit closer to him “Jesus! She’s two years old and we never took her to a fun fair or something!”

“She’s two, she won’t remember anything”

“Oh my fucking god. I cannot believe it.” You lower your voice a bit “it’s not about remembering, it’s about being a fucking family. She needs to see the world, with us, to learn!”

“And what about the paparazzi? Oh no wait you’re right. She’ll learn how to be fucking harassed, having no privacy, being followed at her every movement, being talked about and shamed on the internet”

“Are you scared for her or for yourself?” He stopped and stared at you “that’s what I thought” you said going back to the couch

“Oh don’t twist it, it’s not about me it’s about her”

“Oh no it’s about us, and how you don’t want you career to be over just because I’m twenty years younger than you and that you got a fucking child with me” you sat down on the couch, not facing him anymore. You couldn’t take it anymore. Tears were starting to form under your eyes. You heard Pedro walk to you.

“Are you really thinking that?” He was now standing in front of the couch

“It doesn’t matter that’s how they’re going to see it” you crossed your arms, looking on your left outside.

“That’s not true”

“Then what is it? Why can’t we take a walk outside, the three of us, as a family? We chose to handle our careers and a child. We knew the risks, we can’t just avoid them” you stood up.

“She’s too young for that, maybe when she’s older!” And it went back to where it started, like he didn’t listen.

“So what, in the mean time she stays inside the house until she’s at least 10? So what, she doesn’t go to school? I bet you didn’t even think about-” Pedro stepped closer to you and in a sudden move kissed you, putting both his hands on your face. After a few seconds he pulled away

“Can we just settle down for a minute?” He softly asked. Still processing what just happened, you nodded. He kissed you again, this time more gently. You both gave in, keeping kissing each other more and more passionately by the second, until Sofia screamed. You both turned your heads to look at her. She was standing next to the couch, with a big smile. You both smiled at her, getting calmed just by looking at her.

“Young lady, isn’t it time for your nap?” She shook her head. You looked at your watch. “I think it is!” You started to move but Pedro stopped you.

“I’ll do it, stay here” he kissed your forehead, and chased Sofia who didn’t want to go the bed. Twenty minutes later he was back. “She fell asleep almost right away” he chuckled.

“I’m not surprised, she’s been running around for a while” you were sitting on the couch, and Pedro sat next to you.

“So.. where we were” he said, hand on your thigh, sending a wave of shivers down to your core. But you decided to ignore for now. You were mad, you had a point to make, you couldn’t think about this now.

“We need to do something, like literally, we can’t stay hidden like that”

“I know but I don’t want her to be traumatized or something”

“But maybe nothing will happen?” You looked at each other. “The only time we got very close to them it’s only when we go to restaurants at night. We just.. won’t do that”

“I don’t know..”

“Pedro we need to do it”

“I need to think about it”

“We just did” you were starting to get impatient again

“Y/n”

“Let’s just try!” He didn’t say anything. “Or let’s make an official statement, like we publish something on Instagram or something”

“We need to talk to our publicist first” you sight

“Come on..” you got up “I just want to do something spontaneous for once, don’t you understand?”

“I do! But we knew what we were getting into in the first place!” You sighed, looking at him.

“I don’t even know why we keep arguing honestly” you shook you arms. Pedro just stared at you, then suddenly he got up and kissed you roughly. “Pedro..” you said in between kisses.

“Tomorrow we’ll go out okay?” He said, leaning his head against yours. You were staring at his lips, a little out of breath.

“You sure?”

“Yes” you looked at each other before kissing him more passionately this time. His hands travelled for your face this your waist as he brought you closer to him. “I don’t want to lose you because of some shit”

“You’re not losing me” you said, caressing his face. You kissed him softly. He started to step back towards the couch, pulling you in with him. He sat down on the couch, grabbed your thighs pulling you on top of him. “We’re going to get through this you know, we just need to find something that we both agree on” you said

“I know I know” he nodded, his hands going up and down on your thighs. You went for another kiss that ended sloppier and lasted longer. His hands got up on your waist and started to lift your shirt which ended somewhere in the living room, leaving your chest exposed.

Pedro got away from you lips, kissing your jaw, your neck, and ended on your breasts. The feeling of his touch, his lips on you made you shiver. Moans were escaping your mouth and so was Pedro. He was humming against your skin, making vibrations that were turning you on too much. You were growing impatient.

“Pedro please” you begged for more. He pulled away, looking at you, your lips. He took off his shirt and pulled you in for another kiss. The tension was very sensual now. You weren’t feeling the anger anymore. The frustration was gone within seconds. You started to grind on him was you were eager to feel him. Pedro groaned in response.

He pulled you up and laid you down on the couch, taking your shorts and underwear off at the same time. He came back up leaving trails of kisses on your thighs, going left and right, teasing you more. He put his hand down your core and started massaging your clit making you gasp.

“Oh yes” you managed to say, moving your hips to follow the movements of Pedro’s hand between your legs. Your back was arching to the many feelings you were having. He shifter his hand, entering one then two fingers you, leaving his thumb to move on your clitoris. “Pedro” It wasn’t enough, you wanted more, you wanted feel him inside you. But it was hard to talk.

“Talk to me” he said kissing your stomach

“I-I want you”

“I’m right here” you chuckled “tell me what you want” he said accelerating his movements.

“You- I- oh my god” he was now kissing your neck again. Your hands were in his hair. “I want you inside me”

“That’s my girl” he said now looking at you, smirking. You pulled him in for a languorous kiss, as your hands were now trying to pull his pants and boxers down, squeezing is ass at the same time. You earned a moan from him. He pulled away as your orgasm was rising.

You watched him move, sit down on the couch then take his clothes off, before coming back closer to you. He kissed you again as he pressed himself against you, feeling his cock against your heated clit. You were both moaning in the kiss. You pushed him away a bit, lowering your hand to his cock and started to tease him a bit, getting him worked up too.

He quickly couldn’t take it, so he grabbed your hand and moved it away as he centered himself to your entrance and slowly and surely entered you. He started with a slow pace, taking his time. His right hand went back to your clit as he started go a little bit faster. You were trying to contain your screams as you were reaching your climax, but you couldn’t anymore. It was so intense that none of you could form any sentences. He started to slow down a bit, before pulling out and coming on your stomach, his hand still working on you to get you to your orgasm.

Both panting, you took your right hand to your stomach and with one finger you wiped his cum before licking everything. Pedro watched you very closely. Still hovering over you, he kissed you passionately, then he kissed your forehead before leaning on top of you. You were caressing his hair and back softly while his hands we were resting on your waist.

“I love you so much” he said, breaking the silent

“I love you more”

You laid there for a while just resting, until Sofia woke up. Pedro went to get her, change her and everything. When he came back in the living room again, he was holding a bag in his hand.

“What is this for?” You asked as you put your phone away

“Spontaneity” you frowned, confused

“Care to explain?”

“There’s a small park not far from here, I thought that.. maybe we could go?”

“Are you serious?” You stood up

“Yes. It’s small but-”

“No it’s great! Let’s start small!” You were excited. You hugged him tight. “Thank you so much” he kissed your head, then you both left to the park with your daughter.

[inquisitornocturn]

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⋟ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sebastian LaCroix/f!reader the Ventrue neonate

⋟ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: y/n etc is not used, rating - E, praise kink, smut, PiV, choking, fingering, vampiric bites, blood drinking, asphyxiation, creampie, chokehold, vaginal fingering, fluff.

⋟ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: From climbing the corporate ladder to being told you need to feast on human blood - this is your new life, Fledgling. The world has changed for you so drastically, you know you will need time to adjust and your new so called "boss" is not making it easy. He's sending you on tasks that feel like they were designed to get you killed. It makes you furious: at Sebastian, at your vampirism, at your lowly position in this brand new society you just stepped into. Still, LaCroix is just the type to get under your skin with ease, and he does it well. Too well. You are not too sure if you can resist his pull.

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: and i'm back with a new chapter! it was an arduous journey to put this fic through new editing phase, but i'm so glad that it is done at last and what's a better way to celebrate than with new content! now, i have been a bit in a rut lately and writing feels a little strange after that, so don't judge me too hard if the chapter is not perfect. i did enjoy writing it because Sebastian is just so much fun lol. anyway, please do enjoy♡~

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Not again, you think to yourself as you crane your neck upwards and gaze upon the height of the Venture Tower. How many times you will stand here like this, reluctant to step inside for one reason or another. Your fingers clench into fists, your breathing pauses for a moment and you finally exhale, then walk through the door, mustering all determination you have. You saw the Prince last night, he spoke about his feelings, and now you’re here to confront him about your Embrace, about Sebastian’s plans, possibly ruin everything in the process, but… this time you don’t care. Well, you do care, but you need answers, once and for all.

Your footsteps echo through the empty lobby as you approach Chunk and he rises his eyes to you with a slight frown.

“Sorry, miss, no one is allowed, LaCroix’s orders.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t know.” He seems a bit on edge, like he’s startled, and you wonder if Sebastian spoke to Chunk about what he and Mercurio heard yesterday. If that’s true, then it looks like the Prince didn’t hesitate to put the fear of God into this security guard.

You don’t have time for this.

“Let me up.” You command, mustering your powers and Chunk at first looks like he’s going to resist, then his head slowly swims on his shoulders as if he’s a bobber cast in a lake.

“Yes, miss, of course miss.” Like in a dream he leans in to push a button and you stall for a moment longer before you march away from him. You can’t stop, hesitate, can’t doubt.

Yet the elevator feels like it’s taking fucking forever and it begins grating on your nerves, swears of all kinds swimming through your head as you try to will it, unsuccessfully, to go faster. However, when the ding sounds out at your arrival to the Penthouse floor, you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Damn it.” You swear at yourself this time and step out the moment the doors open.

Walking to the door of Sebastian’s office now feels like walking to your execution. He’s most likely aware you went through Chunk despite his orders not to be disturbed, so you can most likely presume that the Prince is not going to be in a generous mood. You remind yourself that he rarely is anyway, so why does it matter if he’s not happy now.

By the door you linger yet another moment, trying to decide if to knock or not, but hearing no voices inside you just push the handle and enter. At first you don’t see Sebastian where he usually is, by his desk, but then you notice him on the couch by the fireplace and when he sees who dared to disturb him - the Prince frowns.

“You? What are you doing here?” Strangely he doesn’t sound upset but rather confused and that gives you enough strength to feel brave.

Without speaking just yet, you close the door and approach him, his icy gaze following you the entire time and when you sit next to him, noticing some sheets in the vampire’s hands that he puts aside, either to give you attention or to hide the information printed there, he crosses one leg over another.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re here?”

“I want to ask you some things.”

“And I assume you are not going to ask about Gary or how to find him, then.” Sebastian’s brows furrow slightly and you nearly cave, nearly give him a sheepish smile, but no, you can’t succumb under his scrutinizing gaze just yet.

“No, I want to know details about my Embrace.”

Sebastian looks at you with his expression unreadable, as if it’s frozen on his face and your jaw tightens. A moment passes, then two and he looks to the alight fireplace while tapping his fingers on a knee.

“And why, pray tell, you are suddenly interested in talking about something you very well remember yourself?”

“I remember after, Sebastian. I remember your calculated choice to placate the Anarchs by sparing me, I don’t remember… becoming this.” You gesture to yourself, the answer evident, and run a tip of your tongue over the fangs that you still sometimes find odd. You wonder if the Prince actually knows anything, but then…

“Hmm.” A small sound, he keeps tapping his fingers and your anxiety begins to rise. Usually he’s fast to respond, with either a lie or a half-truth, sometimes with a hit if you’re insolent, but tonight Sebastian seems to pick his responses very carefully. You haven’t seen him like this before and your throat contracts on instinct. “Why do you assume that I know anything about your Embrace?” He looks at you and you wet your lips with your tongue.

“Well…” You trail off, because you actually didn’t think of why. You came here because Tung told you to, pretty much. That’s all you have, until suddenly, with your thoughts spinning in your head like a mad hamster on a wheel, realization comes. “You… Your people… They came into the room just as I woke and…” You swallow again, stress tightening your chest with a vice-like grip. “How did you know that something was happening?”

“As a Prince of LA, it is my job to know.” Sebastian scoffs, but the rapping of his fingers increases. Is he trying to hold back his emotions? Maybe his anger to which he turns when things don’t go his way?

“Yes, but so soon? How did you know that my Sire was there, in that shitty room with me, killing me?” Because Sebastian’s reactions are subdued you feel emboldened and he looks away from you again, this time to his sleeves at which he plucks with his fingers, straightening the fabric out.

Suddenly, he chuckles and your raise your eyebrows at that, meeting his gaze when it’s once more cast onto you.

“Are you really surprised that my enforcers knew? The Camarilla has its ways to know, dear.” He seems amused that you’re here, asking these questions, wasting his time. “Truly, I wonder why you’re not on your way to Hollywood. I thought I have given you a task?” With these words, the Prince’s eyes dangerously harden, but you’re not done yet. You need to know.

“You didn’t tell me how you knew. Be it Camarilla or something else, I want you to tell me what you know about my Embrace.”

A muscle twitches in Sebastian’s face. It’s so minor that it almost escapes your notice, but then, suddenly and surprisingly, he smiles and leans in your direction. He gets closer, invading your personal space and you can smell his perfume that has become so familiar to you over the encounters that you had with him so far. Encounters, or a relationship? You can think about that later.

“You’re a curious little mouse, aren’t you, Childe?” He hums with a smile, Sebastian’s tone suddenly gaining seductive undertones, like the ones you heard when you were on the phone with him while on the way to the museum.

And you suddenly find yourself incapable to think properly. You lick your lips again and look into his eyes, searching your brain for an answer.

“I just want to know how I came to be, Sebastian, it’s not an unreasonable thing to wish.” Even you hear how words become breathy whispers at his proximity and you tell yourself to stop being so weak, to stop being so easily affected, but when the Prince places one hand by your thigh, the couch dipping under his weight, and with other reaches to your face, a single finger trailing your jawline, near all the fight flees you.

“No, it’s not unreasonable.” He croons the words in a way that makes a shiver run down your spine. “But with some things… it’s better if you don’t know them just yet.” A promise of information, but you know how fleeing his promises are and you clear your throat, giving it one more push.

“Sebastian, no. I want to know now, I want to know who my Sire was, why did he pick me, why he didn’t get permission from you to turn me, I want to know. I need to know.” As you speak, you reach for Sebastian’s hand and grasp his fingers, pulling them away from your face. You don’t want him to distract you, even though he already nearly succeeded in that.

The Prince, instead of pulling his hand away, takes your fingers and brings them to his lips, placing a chaste kiss to your knuckles and effectively provoking a shocked expression on your face that you can’t quite hide. He chuckles again.

“You want clarity, I understand that, but you know that some things cannot be easily revealed.” Another kiss, this time on the skin above the knuckles, and then one more, almost at your wrist.

“Why you’re not answering me?” You try to sound angry because anger has come so easy to you before, but not right now. Sebastian never really attempted to charm you, not like this, and you try not to give in, but what chance do you have when there’s yet another gentle kiss as he turns your hand and presses his lips to the inside of your wrist, making an even stronger shudder tickle your back.

“You don’t sound like you really want an answer.” Sebastian moves, a knee on the couch, a foot on the floor and he cages you with his arms, cornering you between the armrest and the backrest with a smirk. “What you do sound like…” He leans in and vampire’s breath fawns over the side of your face when he leans to your ear, then he whispers. “… that you want to be mine again, dear.” You feel his nose nudging your hairline above the shell of your ear and then he deeply inhales. “Did my words make your little, unbeating kindred heart swell with hope?”

It has. You despise how well he seems to read you and for a second you chew on your bottom lip, trying not to allow your hands to rise, to pull him in, to have a kiss, to find his belt buckle, then the zipper of his pants. No, you came here… right, you came to get answers. Tung, Embrace, your Sire.

But all these thoughts fade when Sebastian pulls back just enough to look at your face and his lazy, confident smile makes your knees go weak even though you’re sitting.

“I…”

Your attempt for a coherent reply quickly fails when the Prince leans closer, his piercing gaze becoming your entire world and then, at last, his lips push against yours, a tip of his tongue runs over your upper teeth and you grant him access into your mouth, kissing the Prince deeply while your fingers clutch the fabric of the couch under them. It either lasts eternity or just a second, but when Sebastian pulls back, you realize you’re out of breath even though you don’t need to breathe at all, but the reaction is so instinctual, so familiar, that you simulate it subconsciously.

With a satisfied chuckle, the Prince leans back, releasing you from the imprisonment of his arms and grabs your thighs, pulling you lower. You watch him lift the hem of your shirt and undo your belt, then the fly of your pants. You glance at his face, seeing careless concentration. God, he’s so beautiful, especially with his face so calm, yet confident.

“I am quite disappointed that you’re not looking for Gary, but... Since you’re here, that can wait for a little while longer.” Sebastian speaks as he tugs at your pants and you obediently lift your hips to make the attempt easy for him. The fabric peels down your legs and he only briefly stops to pull off your shoes before removing your pants completely. It’s almost clinical in how he performs the task.

“I was… I will…” You try to find the words, but your mind is blank. Instead you reach for him, pulling buttons of his jacket free as you try to sit up, to get closer, to earn another kiss. The tightness in your chest that you felt earlier is gone like it has never been there.

“I know you will, you’ve been such a good, obedient girl for me, haven’t you?” Sebastian’s words are like the sweetest honey and when you try to pull his shirt open, he catches your wrists, making you look at him. On his face you see a smirk. In his fingers – you feel warmth.

“Sebastian-“

“Shhh.” He hums and you can’t resist a glance to his crotch, seeing hardness strain against the dark fabric of his pants. Your throat convulses again, swallowing on instinct, remembering the taste of him, the feel of him.

After he releases your wrists and sits down, you get a flash of doubt. Is that it? That’s all he wanted? It gnaws at you, because even with his small assurance yesterday, that he might feel something for you, the worry that he only said that to manipulate you does not want to go away easily.

But no, in a half a second that your doubt brimmed to the surface, he grabs your arm, pulling you into his lap. You attempt to position your body better, to straddle him, all the while you joyfully let the powers activate your dead cells, make your skin warm to the touch, your heart beating once again, and wetness poll between your legs, but Sebastian has other ideas. Instead of letting you turn, he slides a hand under your shirt and cups your breast, then with a small sound of disapproval he tugs the bra cup down and embraces the soft mound with his fingers.

“You are obeying, not resisting, not shouting. I am pleased, Childe.” The Prince whispers while you hold onto his shoulders and exhale slowly, feeling him toy with your nipple, roll it between his fingers, pull at it, let go, then do it all over again. “You have a fighting spirit, I know that, but you don’t need to fight me.” His lips brush against yours and you nod eagerly, watching his expression, and you have no doubt that your gaze betrays your growing need. “Good, I hope that from this point on I won’t have to lecture you on how to behave.” Sebastian smiles and his fangs now call for you to beg to have them in your neck. Under your thigh you feel his erection, hard and unyielding. Oh how easily he makes your resolve become soft like butter.

“No, you won’t… I will try.” You gasp against Sebastian’s lips, a genuine promise that comes from your yearning for him to want you in more ways than just physical.

“Will you?” It’s a teasing taunt and it makes your heart race, the hand from under your shirt emerges and he begins to unbutton it, Prince’s gaze slipping from your face to the task at hand. “I very much hope so. You will become my Childe soon, you have to stop fighting me at any chance you get just because you don’t understand grander schemes at work.” With that he pulls open your shirt and cups the naked breast, dipping his head and capturing it in his mouth. You gasp and run your fingers through his blonde hair.

“But I want to understand.” You huff from under intensity of sensation that is brought by Prince’s lips and tongue working your hard peak, followed by passionate sucking that creates electricity which makes every cell in your body come alive. Then he rises his head, leaving your moist nipple to cool in the room’s air.

“You will, one day, But you have to be patient, my dear. That’s what you lack most disappointingly – patience.”

“Sebastian, I want-“

“Exactly what I mean.” He chuckles and you bite your tongue because you nearly begged him to fuck you and he’s right, you are impatient, except you never thought of yourself as such until now.

“I’m sorry.” You murmur sheepishly, desire is roaring within you and you can’t stop yourself from trying to touch his erection that’s under you, only for him to grab your wrist and give you an amused look.

“Tsk tsk. Do I have to teach you lessons in patience instead of obedience now?” He teases and you blush, his words only stoke the flames higher. You try to pull your wrist free, wanting more action and less words, but Sebastian has other ideas.

He does release your wrist, but then grips your hips and turns you, making you press your back to him. Disappointed at being denied to look at his face you turn slightly to meet Prince’s gaze that finally betrays his own desire, but there’s also cool dominance in the small smirk that doesn’t seem to go away.

“Up.” A simple word and for a moment you don’t understand what he wants, but then it comes to you and you try to lift your hips. “Higher.” You try it but don’t achieve much and Sebastian pats your hip. “I said higher.” Not wanting to disappoint him and driven by your overwhelming arousal, you glance around yourself, looking for anything you could use for purchase and finally put a foot on his thigh, lifting yourself at an angle. “Good.” He smiles and while you struggle to keep yourself in this uncomfortable position, he undoes his pants.

You wrap your right arm around Sebastian’s shoulders and kiss him, unable to resist the siren call of his lips. He smiles into the kiss, but responds eagerly to it, letting his hunger show through actions rather than words. The moment his cock is freed from confinements of his pants, it nudges the underside of your thigh and you gasp.

“Now follow my lead.” Sebastian whispers into your lips and snakes his left arm around you, pulling your panties to the side. He spends a moment to run two fingers alongside your moist slit and sighs in appreciation. “Always so ready for me, it’s almost intoxicating.” He hums, spreads your folds making you gasp again, then his touch urges you down. The moment velvety tip of his cock presses against your open entrance, you capture his lower lip with your teeth, making him inhale sharply. “Take it all, my dear.” He says in a tone that’s authoritative and commanding, and you immediately sink down, taking his entire length into you with ease because you’re so aroused it has already started seeping down your skin.

The moment Sebastian is fully sheathed inside of you, you moan.

“Shh, we were heard last time.” The Prince smiles slightly and his other hand moves between your breasts until his fingers wrap around your throat and you look into his eyes at last, gripping his forearm for support and seeing the mist of desire cloud his otherwise sharp gaze. “Move.”

You do as he says and begin to move. With your hand across his shoulders and your foot still on his thigh the movements are quite easy and you quickly pick up a fast, needy pace, listening to the sounds of your body squelching every time you take him in again with a wanton moan. And then Sebastian makes you moan even louder because he releases your panties and moves under the fabric, finding your swelling clit and beginning to rub it in gentle, practiced circles.

“Fuck…” You gasp and your paces wavers, your thighs shake with strain, but you can’t stop, won’t stop.

Suddenly a flash of lightning fills the room and quickly following it – a thunder crack so loud it sounds like an explosion. You flinch at it and Sebastian grins.

“How wonderfully you tightened around me just now, ma chérie.” He breathes against your lips and you grip his arm tighter because he makes you sink down particularly hard, a deep kind of thrust that makes you cry out and which he cuts off with a squeeze of his fingers around your throat.

You pick up the pace again, going faster, repeatedly descending onto him harder and Sebastian’s lips move from yours to the side of your neck. At first you just feel gentle kisses, then his mouth opens and a deliciously sharp pierce of his fangs make you clench around him once again. He hums with approval as he draws your blood into his mouth and rubs your clit faster, urging you, chasing his release already.

Another thunder crack, you flinch again and Prince’s fingers pause when he lets out a swear at the sensation of your body tightly gripping him. Quickly the rain begins peppering the windows of the Penthouse, but neither of you pay any attention. The coil in your abdomen begins to tense and your muscles stiffen both from strain and imminent climax.

“Sebastian…” You gasp with eyes closed, letting your fingers dig into his jacket sleeve as you hold onto him tighter. You’re so close and the way his length stretches your inner walls makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Harder.” He demands and you don’t know if you can grant this wish but you still try, even while Prince’s fingers begin to squeeze your throat, cutting the air that you don’t even need. You whine meekly through the choking and with a shudder let go, not able to stop yourself.

With a strained moan you tremble while you try to keep going and then you unravel again because Sebastian’s fingers don’t relent until you’re spasming over him again. With a groan of his own, right against the bloody side of your neck, he spills himself the moment you sink down onto him one last time. Your body contracts, milking him for every last drop he can gift you, and your foot slips from his thigh as you collapse against his chest, your own heaving with breaths after he releases your throat.

You listen to him let out silent moans and then cup your breast with the hand that so roughly has squeezed your neck just a moment ago. He holds it and brushes the pad of his thumb over a pert nipple, making you flinch in response then smile.

“It’s raining.” You whisper with your throat feeling rough and dry, and Sebastian chuckles then you feel his cooling tongue lick up the blood that has leaked out of the bite wound that he didn’t close.

“Indeed it is. Unfortunate, because we have to go to the roof.”

“We have?” You open your eyes and look at the man for whom you feel like you could destroy the entire world, at least in this blissful moment, and he gives you a look that is laced with mischief.

“I have something to tell you and I have to do it there.”

You swallow dryly and want to ask what it is but instead Sebastian releases your breast and grips your jaw, kissing you and keeping you in place just in case you get an incomprehensible idea to pull away. But you don’t, of course you don’t have such ideas. You kiss him back, tasting unique metallic flavor of your own blood until he moves your face from him and glances down at your body. At an angle that you have slipped in his lap he can see your arousal and his seed seeping from where you two are still joined and leaking down his shaft, lower, to where neither of you can follow with your gazes.

“Beautiful.” He hums, but then pats your thigh, urging you to get off him and with a sigh you gather yourself and stand between his spread legs. “Stop.” Sebastian suddenly demands and you freeze, half bent with your back to him. You feel him caress the mound of your rear, then slightly pull at it with his fingers, together with your panties, so that he can clearly see his own handiwork overfilling you, then he gives a short spank, making you chuckle. “Dress up.”

You shake your head slightly and give Sebastian a sidelong glance, briefly observing him as he tucks his softening shaft away and redoes his zipper, then belt, but as he stands, not bothering to button up his jacket, you hurry to finish pulling on your boots. You are still so full of his release and it seeps into your panties, making the sensation far from pleasant one, especially now that your body is swiftly cooling down, but you don’t mind. In a way – you even appreciate the feeling of being claimed in such an intimate way.

“Are you done? Come with me.”

Sebastian gives you only a short glance before he pushes hands into his pockets and walks towards the office door. As you skirt around the couch, you glance at the papers he was reading, noticing only numbers that tell you absolutely nothing, then hurry after him.

“What is it that you want to tell me?” You ask while the Prince leads you to the elevator and he smiles slightly.

“What did I tell you about patience.” He runs a hand over his hair, smoothing his slightly disheveled appearance, and presses a button to call the elevator. Since you were the last to use it, especially at this hour of the night, the ding immediately rings out and the doors slide open.

You’d blush if you could, slightly embarrassed that he keeps pointing out your eagerness to know things fast, but walk with him into the cabin and watch the doors close shut after Sebastian presses a button for roof access.

“You… avoid my questions.” You huff, murmuring more to yourself than to him and the Prince looks at you, but says nothing, then he looks at the changing numbers on the floor panel until with another ding, the view of the roof opens up before you both.

It’s pouring down, especially so because the Venture Tower is one of the tallest skyscrapers in the area. You scrunch your nose at the sight of rain washing over the rooftop with true fierceness of nature.

“Come.” Sebastian makes a step towards the open door and you give him a look with a raised eyebrow, skepticism etched in your expression.

“You can’t be serious.”

“You kill kine for food and you’re afraid of a little bit of rain?” The Prince teases with laugh, then steps into the downpour. You pout, watching his shoulders and hair almost immediately get drenched, but step after him, squinting when raindrops begin pelting your face, washing it from sweat that you worked up earlier under the Blush of Life.

Trailing after your future Sire, you follow him deeper into the area until he stops by the end of it, a simple iron railing preventing accidental falls from such height that you are not sure if even a kindred could survive. When you join Sebastian’s side he nods to the view that opens before you: countless spires of buildings, innumerable lights in windows and down in the streets from lights and cars that are crawling like tiniest fireflies. Before you can ask him why you’re here, getting drenched, the Prince puts an arm around your waist and pulls you to him, your back against his chest once more. You feel him press a wet cheek to the side of your hair as he puts both arms around your waist, his presence, despite being physically cold, feels warm against you.

“What do you see?” He whispers into your ear and you consider the question while your eyes sweep over the night panorama of Downtown. How many kindred are down there, trying to survive? And you’re spending your night fucking the Prince of LA. You smile to yourself with pride while your chest swells with victorious gloating.

“A city. LA.” You pause, thinking for a moment. “City to be ruled.” At the addition Sebastian gives a slight nod, then his left hand finds its way under your shirt only to slip past the waistline of your pants, into your panties, into your still drenched folds. You inhale slightly as his fingers begin to lazily toy with his spent seeping out of your cunt.

“You’re quite right about that.” Again Sebastian’s tone is sweeter than sugar and you try to turn your head, to look at him, but he prevents you but swiftly rising his right arm and putting it around your throat, holding you in a chokehold without the choking, at least for now. “But there’s more. Don’t look at me, look at the city.” Prince’s tone is a bit harsher and his fingers give your clit a pinch that makes even your dead body react with a shudder and a strangled moan.

What do you see? Your mind is distracted and without even noticing you activate your body once again, if only to experience Sebastian’s affection with full range of sensations.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckles once he feels you warm up under his touch, but he says nothing else, giving you time to both relish the ministrations of his fingers and think upon the question.

But as Sebastian’s fingers trail between your folds, going up and down, teasing your clit and then slipping into your entrance as a tease, no coherent thoughts come to you.

“I don’t know.” You admit, your voice sounding a tad whiny from pleasure, and you shudder against his chest. The wetness of clothes that are now clinging to your body makes it an uncomfortable sensation but his fingers… oh what his fingers are doing to you. Yet at your answer the arm under your jaw tightens slightly, applying pressure as his muscles strain against his own wet clothes.

“You don’t know. Now, let me make this a point.” Sebastian’s fingers touch upon your swollen bud again and give it a tiny squeeze while making you gasp in response. “You don’t know because you’re still awfully inexperienced. You think you know how this world works, but you really don’t.” Another squeeze, a harder one and you grip at his arm around your throat, your fingers digging into his forearm and muscle.

“Sebastian-“

“No, listen carefully. This is a lesson. Let’s say it’s a first one from many that I now see I will need to teach you once I’m your Sire.” Another pinch and you cry out. It’s still pleasurable, but at this point it’s more painful and your attention focuses on the vista once again while you rack your brain for an answer. Nothing comes. “You are asking too many questions, Childe.” Again his arm tightens and you cannot breathe any longer. Thankfully, you don’t need to, but it’s still uncomfortable and you grimace, then whimper when Prince’s fingers stroke your clit gently. “I need you to learn some patience. Answers will come when the time is right. Do you understand?”

Maybe, before tonight, you would’ve argued, demanded to know what he’s hiding, pressing him for answers that he seems unwilling to share, but after yesterday… after his words and gentle touches just earlier on a couch… You find yourself unwilling to fight. He’s ought to be your Sire soon, you should be patient. You have an eternity after all. So you nod and the chokehold relents, letting you inhale if you wish so while Sebastian’s fingers stroke your cunt gently once again, making you shudder against him.

“Wonderful, such a good girl. I think I figured out how to make you comply.” The Prince chuckles and you blush but when you open your mouth, all that escapes it is a soft moan because he’s rubbing your clit again, faster this time, his fingertips gliding over the sensitive nub with ease because he dipped them in your arousal and his seed.

“I won’t… question again…” You barely manage because your voice is strained with the mewls you are trying to keep down and Sebastian kisses your cheek. You feel a smile on his face when he does it.

“Such a good girl.” He repeats in a whisper and the vision of the Downtown begins to blur as your climax approaches, making you shiver and gasp, then moan louder until you cry out, shuddering and only standing straight because his arm around your throat keeps you upright.

“Shh shh.” The Prince croons as his fingers massage you for a moment longer, helping you ride out your pleasure to the fullest, and when he finally feels your body relax, he slips his fingers out of your pants and pushes them into your open mouth.

You suck on them while you breathe fast and heavy through your nose. At last Sebastian’s arm releases your neck and holds you against him by your waist once again, turning your face to him so that he can look into your eyes with a smile.

“I’m glad we resolved this little situation. You will go Hollywood now, yes?” It’s not really a question but you nod anyway, reaching up to touch the side of his face, feel the cold wetness of his skin, washed by rain.

“I will.” You promise with your heart full and yearning at the same time. Sebastian releases your jaw and brushes a drenched strand of hair from your forehead with a smile.

“And you will succeed.”

“I will.”

“I expect nothing less from you.”

His fingers cup the side of your face and he kisses you tenderly. There’s no urge this time, no passion, just strange… comfort and acceptance. As you kiss him back while you both stand at the edge of the roof, with the world covered in a blanket of rain, you wish to be nowhere else. Being like this, in his arms and with his touch still lingering on your body, you are truly fulfilled. You haven’t felt this way since you woke up from the agony of your Embrace.

Sebastian makes you feel things that you haven’t expected to feel since you became a kindred. It’s a dangerous feeling. Because you don’t know how far you will go to preserve it.

You hope it won’t be too far.

[danisbrainrot]

yellowjackets as taylor swift albums (I'm bored). this became deeper than I meant for it to go OMG. whoops, anyways, enjoy:

1. tai: reputation. oh my god this girl is soooo in love with van, and at the end of the day, that's what reputation is. a love album. yeah it's got a little revenge in it, but overall, it's about being in love with someone who was there for you at your most vulnerable. and who's always been there for tai, adult AND teen timeline? VAN!

2. van: 1989! it's nostalgic, fun, iconic but still has the emotional rawness that flows throughout all of taylor's albums. everyone thinks 1989 is just heaps of fun, but it has this emotional intensity to it that once you look closer to it, you realise how much of a masterpiece it is. also, it just gives me van vibes tbh.

3. jackie: lover. she's so insecure about being in a relationship with who she thinks is the love of her life (shauna) in case she fucks it up (spoiler alert, she does). taylor also wrote this album as a last hurrah, to prove she had more stories to tell, and I think that ties in nicely to jackie's character. her insecurity forces her to try and prove herself to shauna, and show her best friend how much she loves her.

4. shauna: she's a red girlie. taylor's most emotionally raw album (besides ttpd) and she just gives the vibes. this is taylor's first heartbreak album (like how jackie's death was shauna's first heartbreak), and it's so intense that it takes a few listens to understand, but once you do, you realise it's an album about a girl with big heart learning how to recover from the devastation of losing someone she loves deeply.

5. lottie: folklore!! I love my little baby. this album was written in isolation, and you can definitely hear it in some of taylor's lyrics, and I just feel like that's lottie's character. the isolated girl who's held up to a higher standard than everyone else.

6. nat: ttpd. okay, i was tossing up between giving this to nat or travis, but then I remembered the adult timeline and went with nat. when I first heard this album, it reminded me of her purposeless speech. it's also an album where taylor was going through a manic phase, and if that isn't nat, I don't know what is. she's just lost the love of her life, and then she's kidnapped by lottie's cult and promised so many wonderful things, that she believes it—only for it to end in tragedy.

7. misty: she gives off such speak now vibes. she has so much she wants to prove, and she's reeling from being in love with a man much older than her.

8. travis: evermore. he's such a tragic little guy, that the album suits him. I really just think of happiness, marjorie and right where you left me because he's stuck in the past. he literally kills himself (accidentally I know, I know) because he's so trapped in the wilderness despite being free from it. this album has always given me: depressed sad, compared to its sister albume: folklore, which gives me angry sad. and while he's definitely more angry then lottie, he's got this deep sadness in him that echoes evermore.

9. mari: midnights. okay I don't know how to explain it better than this is how I interpret mari. she's the first to throw herself into believing lottie because she's scared and when I think of midnights, I think of how scared taylor was at losing her relationship and joe that she ignores her feelings. and mari ignores her feelings because if she really thinks about it, I don't think she'd be able to handle herself, i.e. being trapped in the woods, eating jackie.

10. javi: taylor swift (debut). just the innocence and naïvety of the album. it's her first album, she wrote and released at 15/16 so there's a lot of childish beliefs and hopes, which I think javi has—but there's still an underlying feeling of heartbreak. he tries to be a kid, but is still traumatised.

11. laura lee: fearless!! this is purely based on the album title. I mean, learning to fly a plane just to save her friends? this album is probably my least favourite, so you're not going to get a lot of analysis, but the few times I've listened to it, I understand it's about having faith things will work out (this might be wrong, but that's what I'm choosing to believe about it). and her faith makes her believe she can do anything, including save her friends. omg I love her so much <333