#what pleases one woman won't necessarily please the next

[melrosing]

you know a lot of people talk about the relentless 'male gaze' in asoiaf but I do think there's something (maybe even a lot) to be said, given that, about the surprising presence of the female gaze. im serious and i think jaime is a great example. lots of people like to observe how popular jaime is amongst female readers like it's a bad thing but I think that mistakes the female gaze as requiring nothing more than 'hot man'. and I think jaime's appeal to female readers is a lot more interesting than that. like lbr the guys who 'like' Daenerys are not writing half as much about her as the girls who like her, and interestingly enough the same applies for Jaime. let me muse on this for a bit and report back

[sapphosclosefriend]

- Money, Power, Glory pt 1 -

Pairing: CEO! Silverfox! Natasha Romanoff x Escort! Fem! Reader

Genre: suggestive

Summary: Natasha Romanoff, successful and rich CEO, books an urgent meeting with someone who she might be able to finally destress with. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: top! Natasha x bottom! R, Natasha has a penis, BIG age gap (N=56, R=24), suggestive themes.

A/N: this story contains mature topics so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI. Just as an introduction hehe don't worry, their first time is in the next one, I won't leave it out! Thanks sooo much to @rt--link and @supercorpdanbeau for being the kindest and both helping me out ❤️ As usual, likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! Enjoy ♡

Masterlist

You still remember clearly the day you received the call from your agent. You honestly thought it was a cruel joke of hers at first, but the serious, yet excited, tone in her voice easily reassured you of the realness of the situation. The fact that she was calling you in the first place, and not quickly messaging you, was clear proof of just how important and urgent the matter was. Not only were you requested for that same night, meaning that the trusted woman deemed the new customer as important enough to ditch the advance days you usually demanded, but the house you needed to get to was of no regular person.

You were a high end escort, pleasing la creme de la creme only, well, at least in terms of monetary assets. You, and the agency you worked with, were known for your discretion, professionalism and skills, an overall level of competence that simply tended to attract clients of a certain status. And that's how you met her, the Natasha Romanoff herself, CEO of a multi-billion company she had created from the ground up in her decades-long career. But why was she so important? She would've been the richest one of your clients, it was as simple as that. Pretty much every single one of them were at the head of, if not close to, big and different companies, all with the highest power of the twenty-first century in their hands, money. You had actually thought about dipping your toes in the world of politics once, which was not so surprisingly filled with countless requests interested in your realm of expertise, but thanks to long consideration and much advice, you had decided to avoid its risks, settling on who you knew, after all, had what you wanted, filthy rich assholes. And gosh, wasn't she the richest one of them all.

Aside from her status, the thought of such a woman, so idolized she seemed unattainable, who could and probably had everything in the world, asking for your company, intrigued you immensely. That day, during every single hour you had spent to thoroughly take care of your appearance just for her, anticipation completely took over you. You knew she was beautiful and you genuinely thought she was fucking hot, which wasn't necessarily to be taken for granted in your line of work, but what you found yourself needing to know, and consequently making your interest in her grow even more, was how she was going to be in private. Was she going to be just like one of those countless naggingly cocky know-it-all's who thought of themselves as some sex gods, and gods in general, but really couldn't even figure out if you had cum yet? You found yourself almost wanting her to be different than everybody else, because deep down you felt like, even if she was the most annoying, full of herself bitch ever, you would’ve gladly tried to satisfy every single one of her needs and taken anything from her with a smile on your face. Ok, maybe scrolling for an hour through the internet looking up information about her and consequently ending up lost through any picture of her you could find wasn’t the best idea, but what could you say, you had a bit of a sweet spot for powerful women.

What you gathered from your innocent stalking session, though, was mainly about her countless successes in life but also concerning some gossip regarding her not so successful marriage life. It didn’t bother you, barely anything about your clients did at that point, but it only intrigued you more about why she wanted someone like you. She could’ve had anybody, she was a walking goddess with her pockets more than full and ladies most definitely falling at her feet left and right, yet there she was, in her car, getting back home after one of the longest and most tiring weeks of the past few months to wait for a girl she’d only seen a couple pictures of to take her mind off of everything. Her driver immediately knew not to even greet her by her frustrated sigh and the pinching of the bridge of her own nose as soon as she got in the car and immediately took off to her desired destination, making Natasha thank any and all gods for the nice relief after such displays of incompetence she had to endure from basically her whole staff. She was right at her limit and all the pent up anger and irritation from the week was finally starting to crack her composed facade at the prospect of the imminent weekend slowly reaching her. She didn’t even want to have dinner, she just needed to be at home, everyone out of her goddamn house and a pussy to unload some stress into. If she had to be honest, in that specific moment, she even missed her disastrous married life and the perk of having a wife always waiting for her at home, ready to meet her needs at the end of the day.

She, unfortunately, never felt the symptoms of "true love" with any of her ex wives, but the thought of how badly it had gone wrong with all of them still pained her a little every time her mind drifted to that phase of her life. During her successful yet busy life she'd been through her fair share of failed marriages, all with beautiful women she'd deeply cared for, but all eventually focused on one thing only, her absence. The first thing she'd always made sure to make very, very clear was just how little time she had to dedicate to anything outside of her company, which unfortunately included her personal life. Her best guess was that the haziness coming from a brand new love must've made it hard to get a grasp on her words…every single time, apparently.

It didn't matter anymore, though, because what she had to focus on now seemed to be much more important than any matter ever had. The quick, warm shower she had just enough time to take as soon as she got home was thankfully able to wash away the surface level anger that was starting to make her temple throb, preventing her from being a rude prick for the rest of the night. She was aware, after all, of the favor you were doing to her by working the night without any notice and all she wanted to do was be respectful for your kind availability. Being her perfectionist self, and deep down maybe even wanting you to like her, she knew she had to focus on not losing her mind on minor things like her outfit, so she decided to try to at least appear to be careless about her appearance and only focus the last bits of mental strength she had on the more relaxing, pleasurable parts of the night. Of course she still couldn't help but fix her hair just a little and change her sweatshirt for a still casual but more put together beige, cashmere sweater. She'd had it for years and, despite its condition not being the best, she couldn't bring herself to get rid of it, it just reminded her too much of- nevermind. A few small holes and pulled threads on her top would certainly be the last thought on your mind anyway.

She didn't even realize she was starting to zone out while still looking at herself in the mirror, when the sudden, distant ring of the front door slightly startled her, effectively making her get herself back together. What was minutes away from happening truly dawned on her as she descended the stairs to the first floor and, for a brief moment, as she walked through the entrance corridor and saw the blurry outline of your figure through the frosted glass of the tall door, time seemed to slow down and for the first time in years she felt a small twinge of anxiety creeping up on her the closer she got to you. She was really doing it, she was really about to follow the advice of her idiot Stark friend and didn't mind it too much. Maybe she was really getting old, maybe age was starting to actually play some tricks on her, because, as her hand pushed the cold handle of the entrance door and started to pull it open, the snippets of hair she could start to see of you lit a confident fire in her that only burned more vividly as your form was finally fully displayed to her, making it impossible for her to suppress the excitement she suddenly felt at the sight of you in person, looking at her through your lashes with subtle faux innocence she could see right through.

"Good evening, Ms Romanoff"

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Part 2

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Tags: @fxckmiup @natashasilverfox

[batri-jopa]

"Currently"

Since I've already been tagged by both @figuringthengsout and @notasapleasure I should finally do something about it🫡

favorite color: recently it's yellow💛💛💛 Juicy mango type of yellow the most. Often combined with black and white because I enjoy looking like an oriole:

last song: Tina Turner - GoldenEye

last movie: Mask (1994) (and maaan how I never suspected I would look at Stanley Ipkiss as a relateable character when I grow older...😅)

currently reading: Romans na receptę - another one of few books by Monika Szwaja that my mum borrowed in our local library. I like her style and it breaks my heart that she died being only 65🥺 There's always so much hope and friendliness and support in the world that she's depicting. And, fascinating enough, there's usually AroAllo woman representation somewhere and depicted in the positive way! Of course it is not called "aromantic" by a polish writer born in 1949, more likely for the main male character to call that "AroAllo" woman character a "robot" who "uses him as as a sex toy"🤭 - BUT nevertheless even the male protagonist really likes her, appreciates her skills as loyal assistant, treats her as good friend to confess his problems to and genuinely wishes her all the luck!👍 In other books you can expect other queers occasionally too (like a teenage son who turns out to have a boyfriend), but it's always in sympathetic and realistic yet bringing-back-faith-in-humanity kind of way🫠

currently watching: umm... nothing actually (I feel like a weirdo😑 Like maybe I should start watching sth finally just so I could fill in the meme next time around? I do have a lot of series on my "to watch list")

currently craving: MANAGE TO GET SHIT DONE!💪 seriously I need either only 2 working days a week instead of 3 or... better time organisation😩 (so what that I have 4 "free" days a week now when there are emails to answer and books to read, and my pictures to make into album, and family members to visit, and all the new pictures' ideas to draw, and new tumblr posts to create, and those fic-WIPs waiting for so long already, and... I wonder if scheduling everything in precize days and hours would help me to feel more organised somehow?🤔 or only feel more remourse for not being able to follow the schedule?😑)

tea or coffee: Oh, so glad you asked! Tea please, black, strong, no sugar, no milk. Lemon appreciated but not necessarily. Thank you!🫖☕️

Tagging: @zorilleerrant , @chrisoels , @swordoftheseeker , @kaiaprax , @imaginatorofthings , @parttimereptile , @corey-m13 - some of you won't play probably so I'm just saying a friendly "hi"👋

[ox-imagines]

Dsgjfkk hello, sorry to bother you with my brainrot but I'm so curious. Which tokyo debunker ghouls do you think would be into taller women vs not? I'm 5'8-5'9 and a (chunky and comfortable) Heel Enjoyer, so I typically end up standing around 6', and it's made a couple reallll weird dates lol

Thank you for your ask! I hope I answered it to your satisfaction!

Into it: Alan, Jin, Haru, Zenji, Jiro, Sho

Alan

Really Alan isn’t too picky about his partners visually, and he’s a tall guy who doesn’t mind dating someone who’s also tall. I feel like he’d be the type to equate short=cute and tall=attractive. It also doesn’t hurt to be tall because that means you’re less small and therefore probably not as easy to harm, though regardless he will still treat you as if you’re fragile; it just helps subconsciously loosen his mental block.

Jin

Jin is another one who is tall and wouldn’t mind a tall partner, he’d just prefer you not be taller than him. Even if you are though, he’ll eventually put his reservations about it aside. Fuck society, after all; who cares if people don’t consider it “normal”? If someone has something to say about it, they can say it to his face, and let’s just say it won’t go too well for them if they’re actually bold enough to.

Haru

Ok look. I am pro sub Haru. I think a tall woman would easily have him weak in the knees. He finds it so attractive and too often catches himself thinking about you having him pinned to a wall. He would be a SIMP. Please step on him. If he has to climb you like a tree he will gladly do so. He often acts up and gets cheeky with you as a way of subtly begging you to put him in his place.

Zenji

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Zenji genuinely thinks everyone is beautiful in their own way! I don’t think he’d necessarily want to be with someone taller than him, but luckily he’s over 6 feet tall and usually wears platform sandals, so that won’t be a problem for most people. He otherwise doesn’t mind your height at all and thinks it’s part of what makes you unique! He enjoys waking up next to you because both of you have long limbs and you'll often end up tangled together cuddling.

Jiro

Like his brother, he is quite tall. He doesn’t view people the same way his brother does, but he would also date someone tall, though he wouldn’t care in the least if you happened to be taller than him. He doesn’t care about or think in terms of social norms, so he doesn’t think the height of a potential partner should matter, unless for some reason you’re trying to have children of a certain height. In fact, for Jiro, if you’re taller than average he’d probably take more interest in you because you stand out as compared to other girls he studies.

Sho

This man is another who finds tall women attractive. He’s fairly tall himself and loves the idea of having a tall partner, like the couples in the media who are both tall and hot. It doesn’t at all detriment his ego to be with someone his height or taller, even if Leo makes snide remarks about it. He likes to show off, and for him if you were around his height or taller it would be a point of pride that he was able to bag you since most women seem to like men who are taller than them.

Iffy about it/it depends: Lyca, Kaito, Tohma, Leo

Lyca

Social norms don't affect Lyca. In fact, a bigger mate might be beneficial because size usually equals strength, right? That being said, though, it might take a while to get to the point of being with him because girls make him nervous, and you being tall would make you seem a little more intimidating to him.

Kaito

Surface level, Kaito is very subscribed to what other people think and what the media says is cool and right. He's not actively into tall girls, especially since he's not very tall himself. However, if you start giving him attention, it won't take much to get him thinking about you and he'll quickly become more like Haru, practically begging for you to do whatever you want to him.

Tohma

Tohma doesn't really have too much of a preference either way. He'd prefer you to be at least a tiny bit shorter than him, but otherwise, he doesn't think it's much of a sensible concern. Height isn't a trait that makes someone a good partner.

Leo

Leo would prefer for a female partner to be shorter than him in most occasions. He thinks it's a better aesthetic, plus he could tease her about being short and put his arm on her head like an armrest. But just maybe you could convince him to date a tall girl. He's cuddly, so if you let him cuddle into your side and put your arms around him he'll enjoy it. Also if he gives it some thought, he might decide it would actually be beneficial to date a tall girl. It's outside the norm, so it would inevitably get people talking, and any attention is good attention in Leo's opinion.

Doesn't like it: Towa, Romeo

The only two I can imagine just not liking it are Towa and Romeo, and even they could be convinced if you can get past their initial distaste.

Towa

Towa wouldn't like the idea of a girl taller than him. It doesn't fit into his traditional understanding of romance, and he likes when girls seem small and weaker as compared to him, he thinks it's cute. He's an affectionate person, so if you can convince him to like you as a friend first it could go somewhere anyway despite him initially not seeing you as "suitable".

Romeo

Romeo is a bit too shallow and a bit too invested in appearances and societal expectations to even consider dating a woman his height or taller. If you somehow manage to endear yourself to him, you may be able to change his mind, but it'll take a lot of time and effort, so good luck.

[lyneira]

♡ your one and oni big himbo boyfriend ♡

-> headcanons of itto as your boyfriend!

arataki itto x fem!reader

You're a real trooper if you end up dating Itto because he's gonna become your big baby once you two are together. The ironic thing about this is that he'll often call you, "baby". But clearly, between the two of you, you know who the real baby is.

He's gonna be really handsy on you, not necessarily in a sexual way all the time. Whether it's having his hand on top of your head, around your waist, on your thigh, or especially having his hand in yours, he always wants to feel the warmth of your skin on his. It reassures him that you're there with him, for him, and that someone loves him. While he might boast that "everyone loves him" or that "if they don't love him already, they should", but with you, it's different. It's meaningful and most of all, true. And he knows that just as he's always gonna be there for you, so will you always be there for him.

He will also love using your chest as a pillow, no matter what size it is. The warmth and softness of it and hearing the sound of your heartbeat soothes him. Therefore, he'd love being the little spoon when cuddling despite how humongous he is. Just hold him tight and run your fingers through his silver hair as he nuzzles his face into your chest, and he will be the happiest oni in all of Teyvat. I told you he'd be a big baby.

On the other hand, he's gonna be all melodramatic whenever you get upset or angry with him (over something minor). He'll whine and cry to the other Arataki gang members like,

"AKIRA, WHAT DID I DO WHERE DID I GO WRONG?!?! WHY DOES Y/N HATE ME?!?!"

"Well, Boss...you did break her [favorite item] trying to catch that onikabuto..."

"IT HAD TO BE DONE, AKIRA!! SEE?! I STILL WON THE MATCH WITH THAT SPECIAL ONIKABUTO AND EVEN OFFERED TO SHARE MY REWARDS (aka snacks and candy) WITH HER. I DON'T KNOW WHY SHE'S STILL MAD"

"..."

"...I'd recommend saying sorry and getting her a new one...good luck, Boss"

Itto does try to make it up to you. He'll search all over the place to find an item that could replace the one he broke. He won't stop searching because he believes that you'll never forgive him if he doesn't find it. After enough searching and when you finally do forgive him, he'll pounce on you, suffocating you with the biggest hug while crying, "Y/N I'M SORRY!! I LOVE YOU"

Other than that, Itto will be your BIGGEST hype man, even if it's in the most annoying way. Any insecurities or low self-esteem that you have will have to perish when he's around. He's always boosting himself up, so why wouldn't he also boost up his woman? He's going to try to show you off to everyone. Like, he'd go out waving a picture of you to those on the street, saying "Have you seen this girl?" and whether they say yes or no, he'll then say, "Well now you have and your eyes have been blessed. Be grateful!"

Or even when you're fighting against some enemies and Itto is just cheering you on from the sidelines, he'll look to the other Arataki gang members and be like "LOOK AT HER!! LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND!! ISN'T SHE SO BADASS?!" Poor Akira, Genta, and Mamoru have to endure this, "Yes, we know boss..."

You'll have to tell him to calm down, for their sake and your own because sometimes Itto will be putting too much of your business out there. When talking to strangers and you're right next to him, he'll suddenly go, "Anyway, did you know my girlfriend can [insert special activity] and do [insert other activity]? Isn't she amazing?! That's why she's mine, because amazing and amazing go well together", he'll grin.

a/n: tbh itto is so fun to write about! I absolutely love himbos, LOL. Anyway, I'll be writing some nsfw hcs of him as your boyfriend soon!

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

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Always Almost

Author's note: heyyyyy y'all (don't attack me for that) making fanfics is definitely something that's new to me, I don't even really write in my free time so definitely don't be expecting some shakespearean story lol just doin my best, but I’m soooo excited to join the fanfic community and can't wait to share my writing with all of you!!!

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Chapter 1: “A love story is always equal parts tragic as it is beautiful, everything is, well It's always almost. I’ll be telling you my story of the moment my almost became my always.” “Now I won't lie to you and say this story is in any way happy. No if I'm being honest this story is one of the most crushing in my life so if you choose to stay happy leave now, but if you choose to test the waters and hear one of the most beautifully tragic love stories please stay. I promise my, no not my, her story is worth it.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The crisp fall air hit me as I stepped out of my car. My eyes fell upon the absolutely glorious school that was nevermore academy, where I expected to spend the next few years teaching. As I made my way up the steps into the school I was almost immediately greeted by the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Her scarlet red lipstick paired perfectly with her ice blue eyes, her snow colored hair matching her cream colored dress, her hair twisted into a glorious bun framing her face in the most elegant way, and that smile the kind that shined so bright it would put a thousand suns to shame. I was not very instantly pulled out of my trance when I heard my name, it had to have been said at least 4 times by that point I just hadn’t taken the chance to notice. “Miss Winters?” She repeated  “Hmm? Oh my goodness I'm so terribly sorry I don’t know where I was just then” I try to laugh it off knowing there's no way she hadn’t noticed my previous behavior. “It's quite alright” she let out the faintest yet most beautiful chuckle “I was just asking if you would like a tour of the school” “Oh I mean I'm sure you don't have the time, you probably have a list of things to do-“ She cuts me off “oh I mean I wasn't necessarily volunteering, we have students who give the tours,” My face instantly turned beet red, how could I have been so idiotic of course she doesn’t give the tours what kind of principle would have the time for that. “…but if you would like me to show you around my schedule is actually clear for the afternoon”  “Well if you insist, I'm sure no one could give a tour as well as… my goodness I apologize I don't think I caught your name” “Well maybe because I didn't throw it” she chuckles “I'm Miss Weems but you can call me Larissa”

Larissa Weems, a name that no matter how it was spoken always managed to sound like that of an angel, and I was determined to make that angel mine.

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[zapreportsblog]

Hi loveee! Can request a drabble where Taehyung is a mafia boss and he has an arranged marriage with reader? (can she please have freckles?🥲)

Oh why hello there! A Drabble? I’ve heard of it but I’m not necessarily sure what one is, is it like a one shot story? A short story or? Well whatever, I can definitely do this request but can someone explain what a Drabble is in the comments or in my inbox please, thank you lol

↱ an unwanted arrangement ↰

➘ summary : Taehyung as the next heir to his fathers mafia - soon to be his, must have a wife. It’s tradition after all

➘ taehyung x reader , bts x reader

The opulent office was shrouded in shadows, the air heavy with tension as Taehyung faced his father, the current head of the formidable mafia clan. His gaze was unyielding, his jaw clenched, as he listened to the words that threatened to reshape his future.

His father's stern voice broke the silence, delivering a decree that Taehyung had never expected. "Taehyung, you are to be wed to (Y/N), the daughter of the Park family—the alliance we've been nurturing for years."

Taehyung's fingers tightened around the armrest of the chair he occupied. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. An arranged marriage? The idea was archaic, an imposition on his autonomy and his aspirations.

He scoffed, his voice edged with defiance. "Father, you know I have no desire for a woman who'd be content as a housewife. I have ambitions, goals that extend beyond what you might envision."

His father's gaze remained unyielding, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument. "This is not a matter of desire, Taehyung. It's about the legacy of our clan, about ensuring our power endures. The alliance with the Parks is paramount."

Taehyung's nostrils flared as his temper simmered just beneath the surface. He knew the importance of alliances and maintaining the family's status within the criminal underworld. Yet, the thought of being shackled to a life that went against his very essence was suffocating.

"I won't be bound by an archaic tradition," he retorted, his voice dripping with a rebellion that refused to be quelled.

His father's eyes hardened, his tone colder. "You're bound by the responsibilities of our lineage. We've given you the best education, the finest training—everything you need to step into the role of the next head."

Taehyung rose from his seat, his chest heaving with a mixture of anger and frustration. "And I will step into that role, Father. But I won't be tethered to a woman who will be nothing more than a shadow in my life."

His father's gaze remained unflinching, his words slicing through the air like a blade. "You will marry (Y/N), Taehyung. It is a command."

Taehyung's fists clenched at his sides, his emotions warring within him. He knew his father's authority was not to be challenged, yet the weight of the decision felt like chains dragging him down.

"Or what?" he challenged, his voice a defiant growl. "What if I refuse?"

His father's eyes bore into him, a look of resolute determination that left no room for negotiation. "If you refuse, you will leave this family and never return. You will bring shame and disgrace to the Kim name."

The words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, Taehyung's heart torn between his own aspirations and the duty he owed to his family. As the silence enveloped them, he realized the gravity of his choice—whether to defy his father's command and forge his own path or to submit to tradition and accept the fate that had been handed to him.

In that moment, as the weight of his decision pressed upon him, Taehyung knew that his life was about to change in ways he could never have anticipated. The echoes of his rebellion reverberated within the walls of the office, a testament to the clash between tradition and the desires of a heart that longed for freedom and authenticity.

As the time for the wedding approached, Taehyung's agitation only grew. He had been thrust into an arrangement he had vehemently opposed, and the lack of control over his own life gnawed at him. The thought that he had never even met the woman he was supposed to marry, (Y/N), filled him with frustration.

He stood before the grand altar, his tailored suit a stark contrast to his simmering emotions. The weight of tradition hung heavily in the air as he awaited the moment he would lift the veil that hid his bride's face. The knowledge that this decision had been made for him, without his consent, left a bitter taste in his mouth.

As the music swelled, the murmurs of the gathered guests reverberating in the ornate hall, Taehyung clenched his fists. He reminded himself of his butler's cryptic words—that (Y/N) wasn't like his "typical housewife." What did that mean? Could there be more to her than he had initially assumed?

The moment arrived, and Taehyung stood facing the veiled figure that represented his future. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as they curled around the delicate fabric. With a deep breath, he lifted the veil, his heart pounding in his chest.

And then he saw her.

His breath caught, his eyes widening in surprise as they met (Y/N)'s mesmerizing gaze. Her eyes held a depth that seemed to hold secrets of their own, and her hair, (long/short) and styled in an intricate traditional manner, framed her face like a work of art. But what captivated him the most were the tiny freckles that danced across her skin, creating a constellation of beauty that seemed to tell a story of its own.

For a moment, time stood still. Taehyung found himself lost in her gaze, his anger and frustration momentarily forgotten. There was a fire in her eyes, a sense of strength and individuality that defied the expectations he had placed upon her.

As they exchanged vows, Taehyung's gaze never wavered from (Y/N)'s. The words he spoke felt sincere, and he saw a flicker of something in her eyes—a vulnerability, a hint of defiance, and perhaps a touch of curiosity. He realized that he had underestimated her, that there was more to her than met the eye.

As the ceremony concluded and they were pronounced husband and wife, Taehyung held (Y/N)'s hand, his grip gentle yet possessive. As they turned to face their guests, he felt a surge of determination. He might not have chosen this path, but he was willing to uncover the layers of (Y/N)'s personality that defied convention, that set her apart from the typical housewife he had imagined.

After the wedding ceremony had concluded, Taehyung and (Y/N) found themselves in a private room, preparing to change into more comfortable attire for the wedding reception. The air was charged with a mix of tension and uncertainty, both aware that the life they were embarking upon was not of their own choosing.

Separated by a changing holder, Taehyung couldn't help but overhear (Y/N)'s voice, soft and tinged with regret. He listened as she spoke words that touched him deeply, words of self-doubt and an apology that resonated with his own feelings of being trapped in an unwanted situation.

"I'm sorry that you had to marry me," her voice reached him, laden with sorrow. "I'm not a good wife, Taehyung. I can't cook all that well, and my cleaning skills are decent, but not as good as my sisters'. They married me off to get rid of me, you know. They always said I was... lacking."

Taehyung's heart ached at her words, his own earlier frustrations melting away as he realized the weight of her situation. The realization that she had been married off as a burden rather than out of genuine affection struck a chord within him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for having judged her without truly knowing her.

With a sense of determination, he spoke up, his voice firm yet empathetic. "You're not lacking, (Y/N). And this isn't your fault. You deserve better than to be treated as a pawn in someone else's game."

There was a pause, a moment of silence that hung between them. And then, he continued, his words carrying a vulnerability he rarely showed. "And I... I wouldn't make a very good husband either. I've always been more focused on training, on preparing to take over as the head of the clan. I've never been involved with... females."

(Y/N)'s voice carried a mixture of surprise and understanding. "So, we're both in the same boat," she said softly.

Taehyung nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Yes, we are. But maybe we can try to be the best versions of ourselves together."

There was a moment of hesitation before (Y/N) spoke again, her voice tentative yet hopeful. "You really mean that?"

"Yes," Taehyung replied earnestly. "Let's not let our circumstances define us. We can navigate this path together."

He could almost hear her smile in her voice. "I'd like that."

As they changed into their wedding reception attire, separated by the changing holder yet connected by a newfound understanding, Taehyung felt a sense of relief. The barriers that had initially kept them apart were slowly crumbling, replaced by a shared determination to rise above their circumstances.

As they stepped out of the changing area, a hint of blush tinted (Y/N)'s cheeks, a sign of the newfound connection that was blossoming between them. And as they faced the world as husband and wife, they carried with them a promise—to be the best versions of themselves, to support each other, and to create a life together that defied the expectations placed upon them.

[theadventurerslog]

Quest For Glory II: Trial by Fire | Part 2

Day 2 in Shapeir with more exploring and shopping. Hopefully I won't get so lost this time but the map shows where I am on it, so that'll help a lot.

I started the day with some breakfast. Shema also told me she would be dancing this evening and would be pleased if I came. I ate and left with another reminder from Shameen that Shema would be dancing. They really want to make sure I know and come.

And I walked into Alichica's advertising.

It made me snort in an ouch sort of way given the apparent not-so-good state of Raseir.

I bought a bouquet of flowers from Lisha the katta. And in the fountain plaza I bought a pot. I don't know what I'll do with the pot or flowers but if it's going to let me buy them I figure they'll have a use. My bargaining keeps working out very well.

Then it was apothecary time where there were plenty of things to examine including punful urns.

And a bookshelf with many books including "The Pizza Elemental: Fact or Fiction?"

The apothecary owner is Harik. He has vigor, healing, poison cure and mana pills for sale for 5, 10, 12 and 15 dinars respectively. Cheaper than the potions in QFG 1. He warned that if I ever go to Raseir I should stock up on pills here as the apothecary there was taken over by the new Emir and such things may not be available anymore. Other talk and questioning led him to offering to buy scorpion venom and ghoul claws off me for 20 and 15 dinars respectively. Something to keep in mind when I'm less afraid of monsters.

Okay, there are probably some things I could handle just fine. Even with a higher stat cap I'm not a total wimp here. But I'm still scared.

I was looking at the map trying to figure out where to go and it turns out the fighter's plaza and palace are already marked so I can fast travel to those places immediately. I decided to check out the fighter's plaza.

A place to buy waterskins was there, so it was a good thing I went as I'm going to want those for desert exploration. I bought two for a total of three. Maybe overkill but I'd rather be safe. I just need to watch my carried weight. I also bought a cloth bag from Kiram, who turned out to be the uncle of Shameen, nice! Love those little connections in NPCs. Said I was smooth of tongue when I successfully bargained.

I popped into the weapon shop. I don't really need a weapon, but I have to see all the things, and met Issur, who's kind of a grump.

And flexes randomly, so a grump and a show-off?

The weapons on the wall were fun to examine.

Look out wood-chucking woodchucks...

The other half of this plaza has the guild hall!

The lion fellow is a liontaur named Rakeesh. The woman is Uhura and her baby is on the floor playing with Rakeesh's tail.

The Sultan summoned Rakeesh to aid against the Dark Magic hovering near the city, but fears he's not the hero he once was. Perhaps I'll be the hero they need. Of course! There are rumours that in Raseir laws have become more important than men and it's become a crime to think. Few go there and fewer return.

I went to check out the notice board for quests and whatnot.

1000 dinars will be given to the one who restores Emir Arus Al-Din to the palace of Raseir, by order of the Sultan Harun Al-Rashid.

Harik needs some stuff but I already discovered that myself at the apothecary.

Keapon needs the whirling part of a Dervish for a Spell of Great Power, so I needed to go inquire about that.

"The Way of the Paladin: To seek. To learn. To do." - Paladin is a class to pursue but not necessarily something I'll be doing as a wizard? I don't know; we'll see what happens. I kind of just want to be a pure wizard though.

And there's a general note that services to the city and land of Shapeir will be rewarded. By order of the Sultan.

I spoke to the lady next, Uhura. She trains warriors. She's working at the guild until her baby, Simba, is old enough for them to travel back to their homeland. She likes Rakeesh whom she thinks is a kind, wise and strong warrior, though his leg had been once been broken and never healed right. You can practice with her to get your combat skills up. I did one bout until my stamina ran out. Magic is more my thing, but you know, MP runs out. Nice to have a spot that won't kill me to get a bit more strength and weapon skill.

I did wipe out my stamina though, so I returned to the inn to sleep for an hour before continuing my explorations and returning to ask Keapon about the Dervish. The ability to just go sleep and recover your stamina is glorious.

Of course returning to the inn meant more advertising from Alichica.

Keapon wants the whirl of a Dervish and will pay 1500 centimes, or 15 dinars, for it. The Dervish is at an oasis somewhere south and a bit east of Shapeir.

Then I wanted to go visit Aziza and got some directions from Alichica. I was still confused half the time between his directions and the map, but I fumbled my way there.

At her door I had to answer some questions then a riddle.

"My first is the first, My second the last, Next comes Myself, Then back to the end, And beginning again. Who am I?"

A riddle of which the last question is all you really need if you already know her name. But I suppose if you didn't learn of her before finding her place this is another way to figure out her name. That said the first time I saw this in the let's play I was puzzled too. I thought it'd be a word and was something along the lines of the LOVE riddle in King's Quest VI. But nope just her name.

So with "Aziza" stated, I entered.

She invited me to sit and have some tea and we had some discussions. Info time!

She mainly works with water magic, "that of knowledge and true seeing." She can reflect magic back to the casters. Noted there is much magic in the land, some very dark.

The city is built around a magic fountain, and protected by mountains and the desert, has only known peace prosperity. UNTIL NOW.

Once again learned that things are bad in Raseir, that had once been like a twin to Shapeir. There's a darkness over the city she can't see through with her magic. She reiterated on the missing Emir and having been overthrown by his brother.

If I want to the find the Wizard's Institute of Technocery, I have to use magic.

And finally I asked her about Elementals and got treated to a neat little show with my explanation.

Elementals are made from magic shaping elements into beings like living creatures. Elementals are very powerful and destructive and but can be weakened by their opposing element, though not destroyed. But, when they're weakened they can be captured and their powers turned to helpful uses. Good to know!

I will no doubt be back with more questions but I said farewell for now. And examined her shelves a bunch. She had lots of stuff to look at.

Lots of jokes.

I just think she's kinda neat, and I will no doubt be back, but for now I had more city to explore.

With Detect Magic I got shiny arrows to direct me to the Wizard's Institute of Technocery which made finding it much easier than anything else in this city.

It led me to a seeming dead-end until casting again to reveal the door. Then Open spell to open it of course.

Portraits! We've got Aziza and someone I'm not sure of on one side and on the other: Genesta! from KQIV, Erasmus and I'm pretty sure that's Zara from the first game, the one who owned Spielburg's magic shop.

Voices reached out to me to ask who I was and what I wanted. My name is Cinder Win and I wanna be a pirate wizard! But I needed a sponsor and had the choice of who to request, and I'm kicking myself because of course I leapt on Erasmus as the funny choice, but he is the right choice, so I didn't get to see the responses of any of the others and I forgot to save before entering. So, I'll maybe have to load an older file at some point.

They were surprised I'd request such a... "whimsical Wizard" because they apparently have no taste. They don't appreciate his jokes or his 'levity', hmph.

Anyway, he was totally on board with taking me in. I would need to pass a pre-test and then the main test.

First the pre-test. I needed to pick the correct object and move it to a stand then cause it to ring with only three spells.

Simple! Detect Magic to find the right bell, Fetch to move it and Trigger to ring it. Which resulted in a celebratory brief little firework style display showing Erasmus and Fenrus' names before Erasmus himself. Glorious.

See? Erasmus is the best choice!

Then I was ready for the WIT's trial of Initiation which would test my skills under time-critical and life-threatening situations.

It's a pretty area! A spinny blade thing appeared! I promptly fell off the bridge! And got booted back out into the street to try again when I've perhaps practiced more.

I was actually glad to end things there though because it was getting late in the day. I will go back another day earlier in the day. I mainly had just wanted to get it on my map.

Before I went back to the inn I went to see the sauruses and met Ali Fakir....

And I'm just... gonna let some screenshots speak for themselves with this man.

Yes I groaned appreciatively at "The Saurus".

I bargained for one and got a green fellow who licked my face in greeting.

Cutie...

But I was most definitely not ready to head into the desert when night was about to fall at any moment. In fact as soon as I entered town again it was night.

So, it was inn time to see Shema's dance...

And I guess I was too late to get dinner...

But I wasn't too late to get some spell practice in, not save part way, get spotted by a guard and get arrested again! I had saved right before but had do all my practicing again. One of these nights I'll practice without getting caught.

Then it was bed time. Day 2 in Shapeir complete. Day 3 here we come.

[isthisrealliiife]

Lawdamercy

tl;dr: life has happened in mostly good ways but consequently progress on an echo a stain has been necessarily delayed.

Next chapter will be up probably in mid-July.

First of all, Dave Chapelle is a transphobe piece of shit and I won't forgive him for it. But also a thousand years ago, when I was just a little baby teenage deviant in my first year of undergrad, I imprinted on a half-baked as my stoner movie so thoroughly that I feel certain that the above moment in that movie is a reflection of my very soul when I'm in distress. Also, Killer killed Nibbles. I will never pay another dime for anything he's done and it can be argued that by posting this gif I'm contributing to him remaining in the cultural consciousness of the West or the US or tumblr or whatever, but listen, y'all, sometimes there's tension between the things we connect with and there is no way to be ethical in the current late capitalist imminently apocalyptic hellscape, so I'm just gonna keep half-baked.

I'm Gen X and tired af. I will provide seasoning when Gen Z eats the rich and the boomers and whomstever else (lol not me I'm a public servant / educator / librarian who will never own property nor submit to these PWI motherfuckers for love or money), but just let me sit here in middle age with my smoke, my edibles, and my gotdamb movie lines. I love y'all. So in case you hadn't guessed (and why would you have? It's very unlikely you've read this far -- but if you have, maybe you HAVE guessed), I'm fucking exhausted.

Despite my well-laid plans, some things have happened in the past few weeks that demanded my attention. 1. My mom injured her knee and needed me to help her, so I did for about two weeks. 2. I finished my fucking project from hell.

I FINISHED MY FUCKING PROJECT FROM HELL.

I have to give a presentation on it Friday but then I'm going to be DONE with that fucking thing and the last class of this MLIS and I cannot describe in human language what it has taken for me to reach this point looooool lord bless Google Slides I guess

3. I completed two trainings, one to be a mandated reporter (which I already am but the laws have been updated) and one to learn how to prevent school violence and they were long and tedious and annoying to do because I'd already completed both and knew pretty much all the content already from being a public school educator for 10 years but the school where I got my MSEd lost my paperwork so here we are.

4. Secured a practicum / internship, the last missing puzzle piece to unlock my Master of Library and Information Science achievement, so my fatigue-d ass as been exhausting myself daily interning for a fuckin DOPE school librarian who is queer and my age and went to pride with her wife and two daughters and I've learned so much in the past two weeks I don't even know where to begin. So all that is to say, despite my previous promises, obviously, I have not posted any updates to an echo, a stain, nor will I be until at least mid-July because I'm going to sleep for a week once all this shit is wrapped up and my status as a Mistress of Library and Information Scientists is secured.

(Mistress Library and Information Scientist? I need it to be clear that I will not only be a Mistress of Scientists, but also a Scientist myself. If you want to know if my Mistress status will be as a kept woman or as a domme, the answer is yes and I'm currently accepting applications and formal proposals via asks and dms/pms/whatever tumblr calls them. All genders and identities welcome except stupid people with no imagination. GTFO. But if you've read this far, while it's plausible you're fucking unhinged, it seems highly unlikely that you're stupid OR unimaginative. WELCOME <3

So anyway please make any propositions or promposals fun and funny, and if you gonna be nasty, use your words and please make it hot. The world doesn't need more unsolicited nudes, genital pics, or milquetoast descriptions of sexytimes.)

ANYWAY Once my plate is clear and I can do other things with my time besides grind my bones to dust to prove to the PWI powers that be that I've humbled myself sufficiently to be worthy of their blessings, I'll be getting back into aeas with a thorough reread, revision of the next chapter (which yes, is already written, but is not fit for human consumption until it's been properly revised), and I guess its third act? I honestly don't know how many acts there are. I know I should. Maybe there are four. I know this is something I should know but I'm not a fiction writer by training or trade so I don't know how y'all frame these things. Anyway some wild shit is about to go down, don't think I've forgotten or gone soft. Errybody hold on to your panties because when I get back up in that shit we got some reckoning to deal with.

But first deadass animal antics because I WANNA AND IDGAF.

loooool OK seriously I'm crazy sleep deprived and I have a job interview Thursday and I need to create a slide deck for my internship mentor so I'mma go work on that byyyeeeeeee

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.2

"so eager to be in a headlock again?" "only if it's by you." he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble. © 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Seoul, South Korea

Soyeon blew out a long sigh before taking a sip from her iced coffee. It felt odd to be back in Seoul after three weeks. Weeks of feeling terrified and anxious when now everything seemed back to normal. As if any of the previous incidents had never happened. A strange thought. Like a fever dream.

Her eyes wandered out to the people passing by on the street. It was a mild summer day, most going out for a walk or to meet friends. And she wondered if and how Arabella was planning to find her. Recalling their last conversation on the phone in the restrooms of the italian police station.

"They'll be flown out to Seoul tomorrow." Arabella hummed, going silent then and Soyeon thought she had hung up, when she spoke up again. "What about you?" "I'll have to give my testimony. Hope they can arrest that jerk.." she scoffed, "And after that, agent Jeon assured me I could fly back to Korea with them. After all, I don't have any papers with me to get back otherwise.." "Alright." "They'll escape won't they?" "I don't think they'll try." Soyeon frowned. "W-what? Will they just stay arrested and fac-"

"No, no. Obviously they'll flee," Arabella laughed, "But if they're smart, which Yoongi and Taehyung are, I guess my idiot as well, they'll do it when they're back in Seoul. It wouldn't make sense to escape now and try getting back to Taiwan from there. They'd be more obstacles with pops being on their tail. The smart move would be for them to do it in Korea, which is way closer to Taiwan and has direct connections." The younger woman hummed understanding. If put like that, it made indeed sense. And Arabella was supposedly a thief as well, or had been, so she should know more than her.

"No need to worry," Arabella said then, "I'll fly out to Seoul myself. I'm sick of sitting here idle and missing out on all the fun anyway, so I'll help them get out."

"A-aren't you afraid of getting caught as well?"

Arabella clicked her tongue almost offended at the insinuation. "Please, I'm not a noob like them!" Soyeon pursed her lips, unsure if she was going to regret her next move. "C-could I come with you?" "You mean in bailing the guys out? Absolutely not. You're unexperienced." She wasn't able to argue with that and yet, she tried to. "I know.. but I feel miserable. They're only in this situation because of me. Obviously I'd let you professional take care of the difficult stuff, but.. but.." Her jaw clenched when thinking about Yoongi's expression when she'd last seen him. Those glum eyes. And him being in a cell now like a criminal. She knew he technically was one, been one in the past. But he wasn't one to her. He was much more to her than that. "If I can help in any way, even if only a little bit.."

"I could think of a way.." Arabella contemplated then with a sigh, "But just to be clear, if Yoongi gets angry at me for getting you involved, it was your fault. You were persistent and demanded to be part of it, not letting me any choice. Got it?" Soyeon's eyes lit up. "Yeah, yes, of course!" "Alright, see you in Seoul then." "W-wait, where should we meet?"

"Don't worry about that, I'll find you."

And with that she hung up. Leaving Soyeon perplexed back.

She took another sip, taking her phone out and going to her photo gallery. She didn't feel like returning home yet. Getting adjusted to work again was already hard, but then staying in her lonely apart was almost insufferable. A sentimental feeling overtaking her as she scrolled through her photos, stopping at the last one she had of her grandfather. He was attempting to smile, something he rarely did in photos. Not because he'd been a serious man, rather because he liked to appear like one. She giggled. That somehow reminded her of Yoongi. On the outside he seemed cool, calm, collected, but she had managed to catch a glimpse of his true nature. The warm, kind and caring side of his.

Her brows knitted together when a hot ache flowed threw her chest. She swiped away to another photo of her grandfather. It was of a photo from her grandmother's albums, showing her grandfather heaving little Soyeon up on one arm. Holding her high and smiling up at her. Yeah, she remembered, her grandfather used to do that when she was little. Carrying her around and holding her up, making her feel like a giant.

Tears started welling up in the corner of her eyes and she quickly wiped them away before anyone noticed. Deciding to lock the phone and swallow the lump in her throat down with another sip from her cold drink.

"Did something happen?" A voice behind her asked and she internally cursed, hoping the person didn't mean her, when suddenly the chair next to her was pulled out and a women with long dark hair and black eyeglasses sat down. Eyeing her suspiciously from above the glasses. "N-no, just remembered something. That's all," she quickly said, perplexed by the stranger. The woman hummed and Soyeon began wondering what she wanted from her, when it finally clicked. "Arabella?" "Yup, that's me." Her eyes widened. "How, how did you find me?" Arabella's lips pulled up into a grin as she shrugged nonchalantly. "I got my ways." She waved at someone then, soon another person appearing next to them much to Soyeon's surprise as she recognised them. "The doctor?" "Hey," the red-head smiled and sat down at the empty seat between them, "I see the wound's healing nicely." Cassandra pointed at her forehead to which the younger girl smiled, nodding shyly. "Yes, thanks again." Soyeon's brows furrowed then. "W-what are you doing here, though?"

Cassandra playfully huffed, folding her arms in front of her puffed out chest. "Why? My husband also got caught after all! And besides, I always wanted to take part in a mission. Tae just never let me." She pouted then before grinning at Arabella, patting her shoulder. "That's why I convinced Bella here to let me help. We're forming a girls' gang now, bailing out our idiots!" The dyed-brunette only rolled her eyes. "'Convinced' is quite a light way to put it. You blackmailed me in saying you wouldn't give me a pda otherwise." She pointed at her belly and only then did Soyeon notice the bump. "Ah-ah, I said I would advice your doctor not to give you any." "Still blackmailing," Arabella whined, heaving a frustrated groan then and burried her face into her palms, "Tae and Yoongi will kill me if they see you two here, ugh." "I'm taking full blame, don't worry," her friend ensured her to which Soyeon quickly nodded. "M-me too!" She exhaled deeply, leaning back. "Fine.."

Soyeon raised her hand then as if she was in class. "Uhm , excuse me I got a question.." She pointed at Arabella's belly, "You're pregnant, right? Is it okay if y-" "It's totally fine," Arabella quickly dismissed her question with a wave of her hand, "Just because I'm pregnant people don't have to treat me with kid gloves. I won't do anything risky and besides -" She faced Cassandra then with a smirk. "We got the doc here after all, just in case." She grabbed a tablet out of her handbag then, switching it on. "Now let's get down to business." Soyeon raised her hand again, interrupting her once again with a shy grin. "I should probably tell you that I've to go to interpol tomorrow." Arabella frowned, setting the device down. "Why? Didn't they interrogate you in Italy already? " "Only about what went down in Taiwan and in Italy. Now they wanna ask me further questions about my grandpa, although I really don't know what I could possibly tell them.." Frankly, she knew less than they did about her grandfather's life as a thief.

Arabella hummed, that piece of information perhaps turning into something helpful. "What time exactly?" "T-they said they'd be out all day long. So 5pm." The professional among them contemplated for a moment, smirking then. "Right before their shift ends. Perfect. New plan then!"

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Yoongi was staring at the white wall in front of him. Stifling a sigh, he stretched his arms over his head. He could tell the sun was setting by the few streaks of light coming from the window. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours. When his eyes grew tired, he'd close them, otherwise he'd keep them on the white painted bricks. If he had his sword he'd just cut through the door with ease, but Seokjin had obviously confiscated it. So there wasn't much left but to stare and wait. There wasn't much else to do. He was alone with his thoughts.

It wasn't the first time they had been caught and sitting in different cells. And they always had a plan for this. However, considering they hadn't planned to ever see a custody cell again, he couldn't help but feel sullen. He was the one involved with Soyeon, not them. If Jimin and Taehyung wouldn't have joined, they wouldn't be there with him now.

Soyeon.

He wondered what she was doing right now. He had heard from Jungkook that they had also flown her back to Seoul.

He smiled to himself, being sure she was finally able to return to her normal life with this story being hopefully over. That had been their intention after all by luring interpol to Italy. They already had a case file on the younger Rossi, so it shouldn't have been a problem for them to do something against him now either. And they would, he was certain of it. He just hoped she could find her peace now and enjoy life again without any fears.

For a second he wondered if he should look for her after they get out, but he quickly dismissed that ridiculous thought. After all this traumatic experience, she probably didn't want to see anything or anyone that reminded her of it and he unfortunately counted among that. It was probably better this way anyway, even if he had retired of being a criminal and only got back because of this, he was probably not the right person for her. He bit his inner cheek, a mix of sorrow and relief spreading inside him. She deserved someone normal. Someone who wouldn't potentially drag her into this kind of situation again.

And besides, her real life was taking place in Seoul while he was forced to return to Taiwan. The two had no prospects from the beginning.

Yoongi never considered himself a lucky guy. The only good thing that had ever happened to him was meeting his two friends, but otherwise he'd never seen himself favoured by fortune. Although, the time he had spent with Soyeon, even if short, had felt like luck in a way.

Luck. Such a weird concept. He rarely truly understood it. So he accepted things for how they were. Perhaps it was some kind of karma for past mistakes. There'd been more than enough anyway.

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Arabella's plan was simple or at least not as complicated as it could be.

"There's a catch though," she explained as she eyed the other two women over Soyeon's coffee table. They had returned to her apartment to fully develop the plan and prepare for it and frankly, it was more convenient than sitting in a café. "From what I found out, they inaugurated a few new precautions for some reason. Like whoever enters or exists any area, even the archives and evidence storages, will be checked in case they're wearing a mask or other type of disguises. They literally pinch your cheeks to check. Another reason why I'll undertake the security room and gain access to the system, they obviously know my face. But that means you won't be able wearing a mask either." Cassandra's brown eyes widened and she gulped. "And how do I get in there then?"

"By me adding you into the database as a new employee. I'll access the personnel department's files and create a fake staff account for you." "But won't they find it weird if out of nowhere a new employee appears without them knowing?" "The trick is to act as if you belong there," Arabella winked, "If there's any issue, just say you just started and probably someone simply forgot to inform them. Remain persistent." "What if agent Kim, Blake or Jeon see me though? They know me." "They won't," she dismissed her with a smirk, "We'll do it during the late shift, after the field agents leave and none of the normal personnel is working."

Cassandra and Soyeon nodded eagerly, listening intently. Arabella smiled for a brief moment before continuing.

"The second new security measure is having to enter a specific code that changes every few hours to enter the basement area where the cells are located. But it shouldn't be too big of a deal to find out once I've hacked the security system." A frown spreading over her features then as something else was seemingly troubling her. "The other new thing is that they aren't in the normal cellblock like usually while waiting for trial, but in the isolated high-risk ones. Those have a seperate security system located somewhere in the basement, meaning I can't exchange the live camera recordings from there. Sure, my distraction tactic will possibly blur quite a lot, but there's still a good chance someone might catch you on tape while I won't be able to see that footage and possibly warn you. So I'm asking you again if you're indeed sure about participating in this." Her glance flickering to Soyeon, looking at her inquiringly. "I am," she said with no sign of hesitation, causing Arabella and Cassandra to exchange a look, before nodding.

"Alright, let's do this."

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Step one:

While Soyeon went for her anew interrogation, Arabella found her way inside by sneaking into an employee's car. In disguise, she engaged the man from the security control room in a flirty conversation, drugging him by sprinkling some rohypnol on his snack when he didn't pay attention. Taking control of the technical part and switching the live security footage with looping recordings, so no one would notice their little rescue mission, while also keeping an eye on the actual live footage, to warn the other two women if needed through their in-ear transmitters.

She also proceeded in creating two new employee accounts in the security system for Soyeon and Cassandra, the data matching to the two fake IDs she had already given them.

Step two:

Cassandra gor inside by pretending being an archive worker, having easier access to the evidence storage to get the guys' weapons this way. After a small encounter with an agent in the elevator, where she kept her cool, she headed to her designated area. Arabella told her the passcode and she passed the security check for disguises. Lying about having to check the evidence box of an old case that'd soon go to court to see if the content alligned with the list her 'supervisor' had given her. Finding the wanted objects in the weapon storage, she loaded the guns - having the needed knowledge from her husband who had insisted in teaching her how to use a gun just in case - and then hid them in a bag. Stuffing it into the vent Arabella instructed her to, pushing until it dropped down the vent into a lower level. After that was done, she retreated from the archive area and proceeded leaving the building from the staircase and emergency exit.

During these preparations, Soyeon was sitting in her interrogation, answering to all the agents' questions without leaking any suspicion.

Step three:

When the interrogation ended, Soyeon pretended leaving but actually went with Arabella's instructions to the storeroom in ground level where the vent ended. And after climbing up a shelf and opening it to get the bag out, she hid it into the cleaning trolly stored there. Changing into one of the cleaning uniforms hanging behind the door, she waited till the shift ended and most agents clocked out, before heading out with the trolly and the fake ID pinned on her chest. Entering the underground area using the security code Arabella told her and undergoing the check for any disguise herself.

The basement area was devided into two parts, to enter the second one where the guys were located at, Arabella initiated a small false alarm by starting the sprinklers, confusing the guards and getting them to go check for the cause. As soon as they left their positions, Soyeon took the bag and slipped through the gate to the second area. Immediately heading to the cellbocks the older girl had told her and quickly shoved their weapons through the barred door window. Returning to the first area and the abandoned trolly and Arabella ending the alarm.

Leaving the area by explaining she'd need to get extra help to clean up the wet floors while guards went to check on all the inmates.

Step four:

Soyeon left from the emergency exit. Arabella retreated then as well, as if nothing had happened and the two met in the parking lot where Cassandra waited for them in the car.

And the three set off.

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[prosciuttulipa]

hope im not too late to the match making party—if so please do not mind me 🫣

1. jjk match up please <3

preferably men but cool w women as well

im very confident, quite stubborn at times, a bit bratty (hence the username hehe), very dry humor/super sarcastic/witty, I can be quite hyper/easily-excitable at times and definitely pretty unhinged…I basically let every single thought out of my head and hope it’s entertaining for others

My likes are music, being out n about, exploring and trying new things, but also enjoying my space n alone time…I do a lot of different things to keep myself engaged.

I honestly don’t dislike many things…my interests are ever-changing and it just depends on how im feeling.

My hobbies are writing, bartending (it’s my job but I really enjoy it lol), I do nails, crocheting/knitting…really anything where I can be creative and have a tangible outcome with it

My love language is definitely words of affirmation, quality time, and physical touch. I show love through acts of service + words of affirmation, mostly. But I adapt depending on the partner I have :)

Green flags are communication (not only to be able to communicate but to understand each side) for sure. Love someone I can riff off of, I flirt by being mean and I expect nothing less in return. Mental and emotional strength/maturity is big for me, too.

Red flags are liars, manipulators, etc. I hate being deceived (I mean who doesn’t…but I feel like it pulls such a visceral reaction from me) ugh I cannot deal w it

I’m 5’3, long black hair with side fringe and lots of layers in it (literally like suguru lol). I have curves but I’m more on the thinner side of it. Brown eyes, tan skin, lots of tattoos and piercings.

In addition to the head cannons, I would love a text convo :))))

Thank you so much, and congratulations on 500! I’m so proud of you xxx

Congratulations! You have been matched with...

Shoko Ieri

Being loved by a woman is an entirely different experience to being loved by a man, but Shoko makes sure you won't regret it. You two ride the line between best friends and lovers with ease, and it always leaves people wondering what you are to each other. Not that it's any of their business, and Shoko likes it like that. You're hers, and hers alone.

What first draws you to her is how you seem to be an amalgamation of her two best friends. Your looks remind her of Suguru, while your brattiness and penchant for chaos could have you mistaken for Satoru's little sister. You seem familiar to her as a result, and she slips into being by your side with ease. But the more you two hang out, the more she gets to experience the parts that are distinctly you—and it's those aspects which truly seal the deal for her. There's always interest in your bartending, as she's a heavy drinker and can sample as many cocktails as you can whip up. But the other parts of you that don't immediately form a connection? Well, she's not much of a reader, but she'll always read your work; she's not one for stereotypically girly things, but she'll let you do her nails; she's not crafty, but she sits next to you to watch you crochet away. To love is to clear space for your yarn, and buy notebooks for you to write on. She may not necessarily love the same things you do, but she loves you. And that's enough for her.

Shoko isn't one for sappy words, but her actions and presence speak volumes. If she doesn't like someone, she won't be by their side—yet she's always following you around, not necessarily close but always within vicinity. Furthermore, she always does things on your behalf, trying to make life easier for you without your noticing. She gets flustered when you point out her efforts, and you'll have to cuddle with her to make up for the embarrassment.

Dates with Shoko are a mixup between staying at home to chill (for Shoko), and going out on adventures (for you). It's reflective of how your relationship is built: with understanding and communication, valuing the sum of you two as much as you value yourselves.

The Matchmaker's Gift:

[scribblesbyb]

Mirroring in Dialogue: Why Don't Writers Do It?

A/N: This is a contemplative post. I had this thought come to me at random so I'm dishing it out here. It's not necessarily neat, so I appreciate the read. Feel free to give your two cents on this in the comments! - 🐝

Okay, so, I'm starting this post with a quick and funny anecdote; the one that inspired writing this.

A woman was next to me on the treadmill today, and while I don't pay attention to what others are doing (to be respectful and also to better focus on what I'm doing), I noticed every tiny movement I made, she mirrored.

I'd adjust my ponytail, and two seconds later, she's touching her hair. I'd pull my pants up, and she'd play with the hem of hers, making sure it was in place still.

This led me to remember sth I heard about in the TV show The Mentalist, and later read up on, namely mirroring.

I won't bore you with a long definition of what it is, so here's the short version: when humans interact, they may unconsciously mirror the movements, facial expressions, and body language of the other person.

It's the reason people claim 'if smb yawns or sneezes, you do, too' :D

With the exception of when high-functioning psychopaths and sociopaths do it, mirroring is actually kinda fun.

When I'm talking to smb I don't particularly enjoy conversing with, for instance, I'll start to touch my neck or eyebrows every few seconds and wait to see when they'll mirror the gesture. It's a neat game to play to pass the time wasted on talking to them lol.

But I digress. The main idea of this post is this: Why don't writers (us) do this when writing dialogue?

Certain genres have to be as close to reality as possible...and yet, mirroring is hardly present in dialogue. I've never seen one character touch their neck nervously and the other do the same. Usually, if both characters are nervous in this context, the other person will be doing sth else (tapping their fingers or shaking their leg, for ex.)

In my writing, for example, two characters can be smiling, but it's not necessarily mirroring, it's just that...the context allows for them both to be smiling.

As for any other kind of nonverbal expression, I don't ever recall having two characters mirror each other's body language/gestures...etc. just for the sake of the work being as realistic as possible.

Which brings me back to the why. My theory? Simple; it boils down to the 'willing suspension of disbelief'.

Frankly, I have never had a work of art ruined for me just because 'mirroring' wasn't a part of it :D

While it's a neat observation (at least I think so), it doesn't mean the paradigm has shifted. Mirroring isn't going to become a 'literary device or element' that writers have to suddenly keep in mind, like Metaphors or Conflict.

The way I see it? We, writers, can use mirroring to our advantage when we want to. A few examples include:

A character notices that their crush is mirroring their movements. Perhaps they like them too? Do they? Or is it just normal? >.<

Your character is a psychologist/or has knowledge of mirroring (like in the case of The Mentalist) and makes a point to show others/note that someone is/isn't mirroring

A character that knows of mirroring and uses it to pass the time when talking to someone they dislike/a person that won't stop talking...etc. (like yours truly does :D)

A manipulative character that uses mirroring to get their victims to do what they want and control them better.

Got more ideas? Shoot them in the comments, I'd love to hear them!

If you stuck around this far, you're a real one; thank you! 💐

A/N: Can't stress this enough, but please, please, please, if you have sth to add or a takeaway from this, I'd love to read it! I love to learn, and I believe everyone has sth to offer, so go ahead and don't be shy lol Love, B 🐝

[loreensdarling]

LOREEN ANTIS DNI; MEN DNI; MINORS DNI; AGELESS BLOGS DNI; HOMOPHOBES DNI

READ PART ONE ABOVE, IF YOU HAVEN'T, THIS IS PART TWO

PART II

Plot: You're a singer in this year's Eurovision Song Contest. In the Semi Finals a few days back you scored enough points to secure your place for Poland in the finals and today is the big day. But a certain Swedish singer that you have a huge crush on will be there as well... How will you take it this time?

content warnings: afab!reader, mentioned anxiety, SMUT!!, teasing, semi public sex, head (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), overstimulation, lots and lots of praise and pet names

writers note: since the last oneshot got a rather positive feedback, i'm pretty okay with posting part two. I've never actually written smut, especially in english, so this is my first attempt. let me know what I can do better! constructive criticism only please

also, I'm sorry that it took so long! i hit a writers block and couldn't bring myself to finish this.

word count: 3.563

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You are sitting in the backstage area, in a small changing room and your hands and legs are shaking. There's not too much time before the finals start. It's maybe half an hour until the Event begins and you're up pretty early to sing for your country, in fourth place. That's why you are currently sitting in makeup.

Your nerves are almost through with it already, so you try to talk to your stylists throughout the next few minutes. Who they think is going to win, their personal favorites, their favorite songs this year. It doesn't help much to calm you down, but they're so nice to you. They even offer you some coffee, which you take, of course. You thank them over and over.

Your leg is shaking, up and down, you can't help it. It's the anxiety. And you try to think, calm down, maybe take a deep breath, but your lungs aren't functioning the way they're supposed to. Your anxiety is worse than in the Semi finals, there's so much more people here and so many people will be watching from their homes as well.

You don't want to disappoint them, your fans or your family. Shaking your head to yourself you try to push these thoughts back. You apologize profusely to your stylists when they almost mess up your makeup. They gently shake their heads, telling you to focus. You'll be able to do this, they assure you. You force out a laugh.

They laugh along and finish up your makeup and hair while your mind wanders to Loreen again. You've seen her last at the Semi Finals a few days ago. Your cheeks still go red when you think about the pet names the older woman had called you. You are so deeply in thoughts that you don't notice a knock on the door of the styling room.

The door opening finally snaps you out of those self-doubting and by now, nasty thoughts and coincidentally, the person that you've been thinking about walks in. You stare at her for a few seconds, your eyes wandering over her body. Pulling your eyes away from her is hard. She's only wearing a tanktop and sweatpants right now, she hasnt changed into that tight, gorgeous dress that she'd wear during her performance.

When you finally look away from her, you notice that your leg is still bobbing up and down. You can't keep it still, but you hope she won't notice. "Thought I'd find you here, Darling.", Loreen's rough voice cuts trough air as she closes the door behind herself. "You look nervous.", she slightly tilts her head to the side as she sits in a chair next to you. Of course, she has to get ready as well. You barely dare look at her as you nod.

"I'm pretty sure I'll be able to sing. But there's so much amazing competition, I don't think I'll place very high.", you confess your doubts after a few seconds. While you are here to meet people and not necessarily to win, winning would be amazing, of course. Not that you had much of a chance, you think to yourself.

You feel the older woman's eyes on you as she looks at you. You can see her watching you in the mirror, as you peak up. She chuckles softly. "It's totally okay to be nervous, Honey. I was super nervous as well when I competed the first time.", she reassured you. You tear your eyes away from her in the mirror and you nod slightly.

"I know.", you mumble. Why can't your stupid leg stop shaking? Oh, you hate it. She must think you're stupid, you curse yourself internally, what kind of idiot can't keep still? A second later you freeze when you feel a hand on your leg. Loreen has reached over and gently placed her hand on your leg.

"Breathe.", the older woman says, now looking directly at you instead of watching you through the mirror. You stare at her like a dear in the headlights, trying to do what she'd told you. You breathe in, but it sounds weird and abrupt, like your lungs are broken.

"Hey, look at me.", she demands gently and you look at her. "Follow my lead, yeah?", she breathes in deeply, her free hand signaling you to do the same. Again, you take a deep breath, trying to imitate her. "Hold it for a few seconds.", she instructs and you do what she tells you.

"Now breathe out, Darling.", Loreen lowers her hand in the air, your eyes wandering to her hand as you breathe out. Your gaze snaps right back to her, her lips, then you meet her gaze. "Again.", she nods at you and you breathe in deeply, hold it for a few seconds and then breathe out.

You repeat it one more time and you can feel yourself getting calmer, at least a little bit. Your leg has stopped shaking, even though you aren't sure if that was the breathing or just Loreen's insanely attractive hand that is still placed on your thigh. She's brushing her thumb over your thigh and you think you must faint on the spot.

"Well done, Darling", she praises, "Remember to breathe through it. Don't take in other people's nervous energy, it will just hurt you in the end.", she states, still looking at you with an intense gaze that you are barely able to hold. Your eyes keep wandering down to places they shouldn't be. Her lips, her hands, her chest.

As you look back up you pray she hasn't noticed that your gaze keeps falling to inappropriate places, but she's smirking at you. Of course she has noticed. Is there anything she doesn't notice? Your cheeks immediately flush a deep red. It takes everything in you to not jump up and run away right now and stay seated instead.

Your gaze falls back to her lips as she opens her mouth to speak again. "You know, there's another way to relieve that tension and anxiety...", the raven haired older woman suggests, her rough voice sending shivers down your spine once again. It takes you a few seconds to fully understand what she was suggesting.

You stare at her in disbelief, your mouth slightly open. Is she really suggesting that she could fuck you to relieve your anxiety? "H-Hold on-", you laugh nervously, her hand that is still on your thigh feels like it's burning through your pants, into your skin. "Hold on. Just to make sure we're on the same page here, you mean-?"

"I could fuck you.", Loreen confirms, smiling gently at you, head slightly tilted. "Orgasms are a wonderful way to relieve tension. Not just that, but it has a calming effect on the body.", she explains, "Only if you want, though. I won't force you. Just know that this offer is standing."

You stare at her for a few more seconds, painfully aware of her hand on your thigh. You wish her hand was somewhere entirely else. Finally, you nod, slowly. You want and need her hand somewhere else than your thigh, desperately, even.

Loreen smirks at you and gets up from her chair, walking over to a small couch. Looking back at you she pats it, calling you over. You get up like in a trance, following her. "Sit down, Honey. Try to relax.", she purrs, pushing you down into the soft cushions. Your breath hitches as she bends over you, just like she did a few days ago.

Except this time you two are in a dressing room. All alone. Not in front of thousands of people. With her having all power over you, with her being free to do to you what she wants. "Oh, Darling, you're so tense...", her hands brush over your thighs, higher than before. You gasp lightly.

"Relax a little.", Loreen repeats as she spreads your legs slightly, getting on her knees and sitting between your legs. You stare at her, your eyes wandering down to her chest. Of course you had sex before, even though it's been a while, but even in your wildest dreams you never, ever thought you'd be in this situation. You in a dressing room at the Eurovision Song Contest, with your biggest crush between your legs, teasing you and offering to fuck you to calm your anxiety.

For a second you think about chickening out but you know that you'd probably run away and abandon the entire contest all together because of your anxiety. "Take a deep breath", Loreen reminds you, her hands resting on your waist for now, fingers hooked into your pants waistband. "Just breathe. We don't have to do this, it's just an offer."

Immediately you shake your head. "No, no, I want you to help me.", you croak out, clearing your throat. "I want this.", you say, more confident and clear now. You really want this, you know she's right and that this will help. And also, the woman you have the most spiraling crush on is making your wildest dream come true. Why would you, in any world, say no to this?

The Swedish woman nods gently. "Alright, Darling. Up.", she commands, pulling down your pants as you lift your hips up for her. "Mhm, look at that...", she almost purrs and your cheeks grow embarrassingly red again when you feel her fingertips brush over the insides of your thigh, then over the growing wet spot on your panties. You bite your lip to hold back a moan.

It's been a while since a woman had last touched you this way, you haven't slept with a woman since you'd left your last relationship, so you're a little sensitive now. The older woman chuckles, looking up at you with a smirk, taking in the view for a second before moving your panties aside.

You bite your lip harder when she drags a finger through your wet folds. "Shit.", you curse out loud. "Darling, you'll have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that, Honey?", the Swedish singer asked, leaning closer. Of course, you two shouldn't get caught or this would be all over the internet.

You manage to nod, assuring her. Whatever she asked of you. "I can keep quiet.", you promise, as you pull her closer. She nods, beginning to pepper light kisses over the inside of your thigh, teasing you a little.

One of her hands finds its way to your waist and you place your hand on her arm. Her thumb lightly brushes over your waist as she gets closer to your hot, wet core. Impatiently you bite your lip, a second later you gasp out loud when she places a kiss on your clit.

Right then you remember to stay quiet and you slap a hand over your mouth, even though you feel the need to moan embarrassingly loud. A soft whimper escapes your mouth when she squeezes your hip. "Quiet.", she reminds you and you're barely able to nod. God, she has barely started and you are already worked up.

She places another kiss on your clit and your head falls back, your eyes fluttering close when she goes deeper, licking through your folds before diving her tongue into you. A series of moans and whimpers sounds muffled through your hand, your hips bucking towards her. She pushes you back down with ease.

"Shhh, Darling... Let me do this for you.", she mutters into your folds, beginning to suck at your clit and flick her tongue over your sensitive bud. You have to bite your hand to hold back the ungodly sounds that are escaping your mouth as she works her wonders.

"Look at me, Darling.", she demands, and you pry your eyes open and lift your head to look at her. The sight alone almost makes you cum. You watch her as she eats you out and she holds eye contact with you. Fuck, that God damn eye contact could make you cum alone.

Suddenly she pulls away and you whine out her name at the loss of contact. "Loreen-" "Shhh, Honey.", she brushes her free hand over the inside of your thighs, before flicking her thumb over your clit. You're at a loss for words when she gently eases a finger into you.

You're so embarrassingly wet, and the noises escaping your words are surely going to prevent you entrance at the pearly gates once it's time, but this is definitely worth it.

Slowly she begins to move her finger in you, curling it lightly, hitting just the right spot to make you see stars. You moan into your hand that is still covering your mouth, grinding against her hand.

"You're so wet for me...", the raven haired singer is still holding eye contact with you. She kisses your clit and you whine, bucking your hips towards her again. "You're doing so good, Darling.", she praises, easing another finger into you.

This time you can't prevent the truly guttural moan that slips your lips. It was muffled due to your hand covering your mouth, but it was still extremely loud. Loreen squeezes your hip lightly as a reminder to stay quiet, but oh, it's so hard to stay quiet when she begins to move her fingers in you again, hitting just the right spot.

You watch her eat you out, how she toys with your sensitive bundle of nerves, flicks her tongue over it and sucks at it. The tight coil in your stomach that has begun forming a while ago seems to be so close to exploding.

Your cunt pulses around her fingers and you grind against her hand, matching her rythm. She eases a third finger into you. "Come on, Darling, you can take another one. You're doing so well.", she praises, lightly kissing your inner thigh before going back to eating you out. Her fingers are moving at their own pace and you're matching it.

"I- fuck", you stammer, as you feel yourself nearing your height. "I'm- I-", you stutter.

"Use your words, Honey.", Loreen encourages you, keeping her pace up perfectly to barely keep you on edge. "I'm about to cum", you manage to bring out.

The older woman smiles at you. "Good, Darling.", she praises, moving her thumb around your clit in circles. "Cum for me. You're doing so well, Darling. Let go of it.", she encourages you and your eyes flutter close when that tight coil in your stomach finally releases. For a moment you only see stars, and breathing becomes a little harder.

Loreen's fingers keep moving in and out of you, easing you through your truly mind blowing orgasm. But it doesn't end there. She squeezes your hip encouragingly. "Look at me, Honey.", she asks of you and you pry your eyes open, watching her through half-lidded eyes.

Your brain is foggy, no, it was entirely mush. The gorgeous woman sitting in between your legs had given you such a mind blowing orgasm that you are barely able to think at all. After all, it's been a few years since someone fucked you.

"Look at me.", she repeats, smiling gently at you as she slowly keeps moving her fingers in you. You whimper in response. "Can you give me another one, Darling?" Another whimper escapes your throat as you manage to nod, whatever she asks of you.

"You're doing so good, so, so good.", she praises you and you're basically beaming at that praise. She softly chuckles at you, before gently kissing your clit. You bite down on your lip, sighing, and your hips buck towards her face. Everything in you is tingling, you're sensitive and your body responds just perfectly to Loreen's movements.

"Such a good girl, Darling.", she whispers, her satisfied voice sending a shiver through your whole body when her warm breath hits your sensitive bud. "You're such a good girl.", she speeds up her finger movements, hitting just the right spots in you to make you see stars.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-", you breathe out, matching her speed and thrusting your hips forwards with her movements. Your head falls back again and your eyes flutter shut the same moment that you begin to see stars again. Loreen curls up her fingers in you, hitting that spongy spot and making you cry out.

The thought of staying quiet has completely left your brain, as if you could even think right now. The only thought on your mind is the gorgeous, older woman between your legs, the image of her eating you out has burned itself into your mind and thoughts, behind your eyelids. Even with your eyes closed you feel like you can see her right in front of you.

The Swedish woman curls up her fingers again, picking up the pace just by a little bit, but that's enough for you to feel that tight coil in your stomach again. "I-I'm-... Fuck-"

Loreen squeezes your hip encouragingly, not faltering in her pace. "Use your words, Honey. Come on, tell me.", she encourages, God, that nickname alone could push you over the edge again. "Can I-... Fuck. Can I cum, please, I can't-", you basically beg her, you're so close, you need relief.

"Look at me, Darling, open your eyes and look at me.", she asks of you and again, you pry your eyes open, looking down at her through half shut lids. "Good.", she praises, smiling gently at you. "Cum for me, Darling.", she says, keeping eye contact with you as she attaches her lips to your sensitive bud.

You fall apart immediately as that tight coil in your stomach unravels and your body relaxes. Your every thought is like wiped away and you stare at Loreen mindlessly, your mouth slightly open in a silent moan. Your hand is grasping her arm, she's gently guiding you through your second orgasm. You ride out your high, your brain still scrambled when she pulls her fingers out of you.

Her fingers are coated with your cum and your eyes widen slightly when she sucks them off. It takes you a while to actually come down from your high and to begin thinking again. Shit. The competition. You must be up soon. You want to jump up, you have to tell your stylists to finish your makeup, but your legs give in beneath you. You would've fallen if it wasn't for Loreen, the woman who literally just gave you two mind blowing orgasms. You have to admit that you're much calmer than before, well, you were.

"Calm down, Darling. Breathe.", she reminds you and you suck in a deep breath. "Right, I- I forgot.", you admit. "When am I up?", you chuckle nervously. The raven haired woman nods towards a small screen. You're up in two acts, the competition has barely started. You suck on another breath, nodding. "I can do this.", you reaffirm yourself and Loreen nods.

"I believe in you, Darling.", she smiles at you, innocently even, as if she hadn't just blown your brains out a minute ago. You chuckle, shaking your head. "Shit. I hope no one heard me. I didn't even know I could produce noises like that." You brush a strand of hair out of your face, checking your makeup in a mirror. You're surprised to see that it was still perfect and you silently thank your stylists. Speaking of thanking someone-

You turn back to Loreen, your cheeks still flushed red as you look at the insanely attractive older woman. "Thank you.", you manage to bring out relatively confident. "This was- exactly what I needed.", you admit. "Oh, that sounds stupid.", as you huff out, Loreen chuckles, shaking her head. "I'm happy to help, Honey.", she winks at you, making you blush again.

"No, seriously. Thank you, Loreen.", a warm smile spreads across your face. "... Tell me if I can ever return the favor.", you take out your phone and open your message app, handing it to her. As if she would ever just give you her number like that, right?

But she takes your phone indeed, smiling and putting her number into your phone, before handing it back to you. "Good luck, Darling.", Loreen wishes you before leaving the room, faster than you could react. You just stand there dumbfounded before shaking it off, getting ready for your entry.

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[unseeliethot]

Can we get some moth^2 facts or hcs please uwu

1. I've talked about this before actually but master of secrets vs the Most straight faced, undecipherable woman in the world is just chef kiss everything to me.

Observing and keeping that close eye on each other, circling and trying to learn Everything while giving Nothing away (and ultimately failing on both sides eventually), learning each others small quirks and tells.

Learning those little expressions, a twitch at the corner of the lips might as well be a grin, etc etc. A whole language just from Watching each other.

Learning patterns digging up secrets

Loving that chase and challenge and mental stimulation

And you fall in love for it

2. Hypatia is Well aware Keagan loves a scavenger hunt, and frankly if they have a wedding ceremony it will already be expensive and intricate and designed to show each other off just a Little. So she has some wedding traditions she'd like to include, specifically mehndi. Usually just one instance of the name gets hidden in the mehndi, Hypatia makes sure there are Several instances of his name hidden in her designs and patterns and she's letting him go wild trying to find them all. Where better to host a scavenger hunt than on your own body for your lover to go crazy for?

3. Keagan makes Hypatia feel exactly as beautiful and girlish and wanted as she wishes she could be. From the very beginning, with what we get from the demo, getting a dress and it's new, and pretty, and her colour, and all hers? Not something she'll have to handdown eventually or tear up to make more practical? If she weren't demiromantic she'd of fallen in love then and there. He makes her feel happy with herself.

4. Keagan out of the lot has the easiest time convincing her that maybe food shouldn't be made into a nutritional slurry and that his staff is more than capable of crafting food for her that won't set off her texture issues.

5. Playing Fidchell together either goes very very right, or one of them becomes entirely too smug about winning. Hypatia will play the long con in getting her victory, the losses behind it (to learn his strategies and patterns) don't matter when she has One particular victory she's aiming for. She'll take a thousand losses just to completely ruin him Once.

6. They bitch together So Much. Keagan encourages her a little too much to call out the idiocies of courtiers and nobles, she has quite the mouth on her all of the time. But who's really going to be able to do much with him next to her? Just put up with having your carefully thought out proposition or plan fucking shredded

7. Hypatia loves just being in the same room as him. Even if he can't necessarily give her direct attention, she likes just sitting in the same room to read. Parallel play, like cats.

8. It takes a while before she shows any musical inclination in front of him, he does Not let it go once he gets a glimpse of it and it makes her outrageously shy and flattered about it

9. They're so fucking horny- You tell me Keagan doesn't have autism and I'll tell you, you are wrong. They have autistic to autistic communication and the world is better for it.

10. She absolutely begs him for just a Little place outside for just One sheep, just One little lamb, a Tiny small one. Just One won't even take up any room at all, a little baby lamb. She gets it because of course she does.

[sukibenders]

https://www.tumblr.com/sukibenders/759646404506484736?source=share

You are so mean. What do you want?? That Colin was trap into a loveless marriage??? Wirh a woman who tame him???? Do youu wish that for him???

Poor edwina she was used by her Sister and now she has to run away to india

Me: *makes a post about how I won't needlessly hate three female characters who are already dragged by the fandom, even though in the grand scheme of things, their anger is justified and, in comparison to other characters who don't catch as much smoke, is given more flack and would prefer to take a different approach and analyze them from a different perspective.*

You: Oh, you're just a big meany!

Like, you looked and read (probably not) through my post about Marina where I, even when I talk about her lack of options, state that her lying and keeping that secret from Colin was wrong and still think that I wanted her to continue to be dishonest? Or, heck, even together in a trapped and "loveless" marriage? If that's the conclusion you came up with to fit your narrative, whatever just keep it to yourself and get out of my inbox. Your misspelling is making it hard to understand you, so if you're being sarcastic and this is a joke, please add more clarification next time and just ignore the rest of this. If it's not, and you're serious, then just get out of my inbox and read the posts of those who share the same mindset as you, because you won't find it here.

If you think Colin, who while I can sympathize with to a degree, a man from a respectable family with very high social standing is fitting of more concern and understanding than Marina, then whatever. Go away. And, lowkey, it's very funny how you and many others like you will swear up and down that his relationship with Marina would have been loveless all the while ignoring how they, not only, held a genuine connection with one another but he also went back to her and was more than ready to integrate himself back into her life had Marina not told him no. But yeah, sure, that would have been a loveless marriage he'd be trapped in. In that regard, if you base it on the fact of being less than truthful as a deal breaker, wouldn't his relationship with Penelope be the same since she kept being LW, something that held serious weight, from him as well?

With Edwina, it's obvious that the plot was written in to hurry and tie things up and, in a way, find some way to push Kathony out to put the focus on Polin (because the actors themselves say they want to come back, but the showrunners and writers have obvious favoritism that's not hard to miss due to how certain choices the characters made---when given screentime that gave them justice---didn't really make sense) and, even while I was happy she gets a happy ending (and don't necessarily mind what was given), it's not exactly wrong to also want to give her something better than the show cooked up. Admitting that how s2 went down was wrong and Edwina deserved better, doesn't necessarily mean that I didn't want Kathony to happen, so if that's the mindset you have it's wrong just like the rest of your post. Like how does wishing for a better storyline for both sisters follow that idea? Idk, think what you want and just stay out of my inbox while you're at it. Have a nice night.

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No One Needs to Know... Right?

Smut | 3750 words | Back to Masterlist

This is my humble little addition to O, Captain! Challenge ❤️

Prompts 17, 69 and 83

Warning: alcohol intake, smut, a bit rough Price, oral sex, dacryphilia if you squint (like, just a line) and I love to make him desperate for pussy. Enjoy ❤️

“I have told you once, and I'll tell you twice, Kate.” Price says, pinching his nose bridge as exasperation fills him. “I am not, working with Adamson.”

“And I have already told you twice, John.” Laswell answered, just as annoyed. “That there is no other choice, this is coming from upstairs and there is no room for negotiation. I'm sorry”.

It wasn't the first time that Price had needed to work along with another unit, but Colonel Adamson was surely the worst.

The old man constantly had his head inside his own ass, too busy complimenting himself to care about the success of the mission or about everyone getting back home safely. 

He was not a man you would like to have to trust your life on and know John didn't have another option. So all be could do, was get mentally prepared for what was to come. 

And to do so, he relied on his old run-down trusty pub just out of base. He sat down on the stool he always did, ordered his scotch on the rocks as always and remained silent, letting the voices in his head quiet down.

Just silence.

Alone.

Like always.

“I'll have the same he's having” A female voice next to him brought him back.

He looks to his side, staring at the woman sitting down next to him. The pub is not necessarily fancy, but still, the jeans, t-shirt and sweatshirt you are wearing give it away you got here soon after work and not necessarily for pleasure. 

“It's this seat taken?” You ask the man, worried now that he won't stop staring at you. 

“No, no, please sit down.” He answers quickly, the smile on his face contagious. “Hard day at work?”

“What gave it away?” You ask puffing a laugh, you look down at his glass. “Yours wasn't that great either or that the celebration?”

He chuckles, wide shoulder shaking slightly as he does. “Definitely not celebration.” He raises the glass to his lips, your eyes following the glass and staring for maybe a second too long on his lips. 

It is easy to fall into a comfortable conversation with the man, a mix of dad jokes and a level of understanding that someone with the same job would have. Still, neither of you talks about your jobs, both because it is the reason you are in a pub getting drunk and also because it is not an easy job to talk about.

You don't notice how close you have gotten to each other until you are resting your head on your hand with your elbow resting on the bar and you try to rest the other arm on the backrest of the stool only to find Price is already resting his in there. 

You look at his face as you lay your arm on top of his, looking for any sign of discomfort, only to find that easy smile on his face again. You open your palm, letting it rest over his massive biceps; the wild thought of it around your neck as he fucks you from behind running through your mind for a second.

“I think I have drunk too much.” You admit chuckling, rubbing your face with your other hand. 

Now, Price is not a stupid man; and the way you bit your lip unconsciously when you touched him, your eyes getting darker just for a second let him know perfectly fine what your feelings were.

“Want me to walk you home, sweetheart?” He asks, looking at your face to see your reaction; and when he sees you look at his eyes only to drop your eyes to his lips he smiles widely. 

“Well, aren't you a gentleman…” You mumble standing up, taking your card out of your pocket to pay. 

“Please, my treat.” He says, taking his out as well. 

You quickly shake your head. “Nope, I'm paying tonight, sir. You can pay next time, how about that?” You ask, winking at him as you do. 

He chuckles, putting his card away amused with your antics and waiting for the bartender to charge you. Once done, he walks next to you, his hand on the small of your back. “How far away is your house?”

“My Airbnb actually, just down the road.” You answer, pointing with your finger where it is. 

Sadly, it doesn't take long to reach it, and even though you opened the door the two of you linger in the doorway. 

“You know… the weather broadcast said that it was going to rain tonight…” You say, knowing damn well the British man couldn't care less about the rain. 

“Oh no… I guess I better get inside, right?” He smiles, taking a step forward towards you. 

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah, we don't want you getting wet.” You pull his shirt, making him lean down and crush your lips with his. 

His arms find their way around your waist, hugging you close and pulling you up the floor. You barely manage to close the door once the two of you enter the flat; a mess of tongue, spit and drunk words spilling out of your mouths. 

Your legs find their way around his waist, him holding you up gentleman-like with both hands on your ass. He pulls you closer, letting you feel his growing erection against your clothed cunt; earning himself a moan falling for your lips. “Fuck…”

“John, sweet girl. That's my name, moan it loud so I know how good I'm making you feel, alright?” He asks, groaning when you grind yourself against him. 

“John…” You moan softly, pulling your head back and that's all he needs to attack your neck. Pulling his tongue flat against your collarbone and up to your ear like a desperate dog. 

He sits you on top of the sofa backrest, moving his hands to pull your sweatshirt and t-shirt off. Groaning when he sees the sports bra, almost offended that there is another layer to peel.

You chuckle at his desperation, only for him to suddenly move his hips forward against your cunt making you moan. “That's better.” He murmurs against your mouth once he manages to take off your bra. 

He leans down, catching your nipple with his teeth before sucking it inside his mouth, groaning as he does. His arms circle your middle, pulling you tightly as he keeps grinding your core; too desperate to remain immobile. 

He moves lower, his tongue running from the middle of your chest down your boob up to your side, bitting down over your ribs making your moan mix with a hiss. 

Your hands find his hair at the back of his head, pulling hard enough to force him to peel his face back. Looking back at you, eyes dark with desire, lips red, swollen and wet for the kiss and licking at you and stupidly smug smile on his face. Makes you want to wipe it from his face.

“Up, to the bedroom, now.” You order, pulling him closer with your legs around his hips.

“Yes, ma’am” He chuckles, picking you up again; groaning when you lower your face to attack his neck. Licking up his neck, feeling his heartbeat under his skin just as fast as yours. 

He enters the doorway to your room, hitting your knee against it as he does making you curse. “Fuck, John. That's how your aim is going to be tonight?” You ask teasingly, your knee hurting just enough to complain.

“Oh, shut up. My aim is impeccable, sweetheart” He answers scoffing, as he sits on the bed with you on his lap. 

“Aw, did I hit a weak spot?” You ask, cocking your head with a fake pout in your mouth.

“Darling, I don't have weak spo-” He cuts himself up with a struggling moan when you lower your hand to grab his erection through the clothes.

You chuckle against his mouth, kissing his half-open mouth. “I want to taste you, John” You whisper keeping your eyes focused on his expression. 

He smiles, happy with your urge to satisfy him, and kisses you back. “Yeah? You want me to fuck your throat, sweet girl? Why don't you do it with your pretty pussy sitting on my face, hm?”

You whine back, brain slowly turning to mush; barely managing to stop kissing him for long enough to stand up and take off the rest of your clothes. He does the same, lying down using your pillow to prop his head up and staying with an arm extended inviting you in. And fuck if the sight is nothing but inviting, you knew his dick was big just from sitting on top but you were not ready to see the big, uncut, thick piece of meat sitting between his legs; too heavy to stand up on his own and instead slowly dripping precum onto his thick thigh. Watering your mouth at the thought of how his happy trail will rub against your clit later on the night. 

You crawl back onto the bed, completely forgetting about the sitting on his face part and focusing on getting him into your mouth. Until a hard slap lands on your ass making you cry and turn your head to look at him offended. 

“That's not where your pussy is supposed to be at, innit?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. And when you take too long to move for his liking, he takes matters into his own hands grabbing your hips to hoist you on top of him with ease which only adds to your current horniness.

“Ffffuck, that's a sight I would fucking kill to wake up to every day” He groans behind you, deep voice making you clench with desperation which makes him chuckle. “Hmm, she likes it when I talk about her.”

And it feels like you are intruding on whatever is going on between him and your pussy with the way he is talking about it like it is her whole person. So not wanting to interrupt, you bend down fisting his dick in your hand as you wet kiss his tip. 

“Aww, did you get jealous that I was giving her some attention, darling?” He says, apparently completely unaffected by your attention to his cock which only makes you crankier.

You get his tip on your mouth, completely ignoring him when suddenly he moves his hand down to the back of your head grabbing your hair in a fist and keeping your head in place only for him to begin to thrust his cock into your mouth and down your throat. 

You automatically start choking on it, gagging and wet sounds filling the rooms. You manage to relax just throat just a bit, which he takes as an invitation to shove his cock inside until your nose is plush against his balls. 

Tears prick your eyes at the abuse of your throat and the lack of air, hearing him groan at every convulsion of your throat around him and he only pulls back when you dig your fingernails on his thighs. 

The hand on your head pulls your head back making you arch your back as you gasp for air, thick threats of saliva still connecting your lips with his glistening dick as you cough.

“I asked you a question, I don't like it when I get ignored, love. Alright?” He asks a certain gentle tone to his voice that totally throws you out of place. You nod quickly, a croaky “yes” the only thing you are able to answer.

“Good girl.” He says, letting go of your hair to pet your head slightly pushing it to rest on his hip close to the pool of spit at the base of his cock. “Just lay there, darling. Let me enjoy my treat.” 

You have barely managed to get your breath back when he takes it away again by running his tongue from your clit all the way up to your ass, groaning as he does so. 

“So fucking delicious, so fucking good.” He groans, moving his arms under your tights to pull you impossibly closer to his mouth, making you moan loudly when he sucks your clit inside his mouth rubbing his tongue against it. 

He looks pussy drunk already, a chaos to the way he is eating you up; going up and down, side to side, fucking your holes with his tongue, grabbing your ass with his massive hands pulling them apart to get the whole view, eating you out like a starved man. 

It's hard to get air into your lungs with the way you are moaning again and again, grabbing onto his hips to ground you feeling him pull you again and again against his face; it should be you fucking his face instead it feels the complete opposite. 

“Fuck, John, I'm gonna…” You moan, toes curling as you feel your orgasm approach. “I'm gonna come, John. Don't stop, please, don't stop.”

He chuckles, delighted with your begging before shoving two of his thick fingers inside your cunt making you hiss at the sudden stretch and throwing you off, orgasm getting further away and making you whine pathetically at its loss. 

“Quiet down, I'm getting you there but I need your tight little pussy nicely wet and stretched before I get my cock in you.” He groans after spanking you again before he starts to move his finger in and out, adding a third one not too much later making you cry in pleasure. “You can take another one, right, love? You won't get my cock if you don't.”

“I can!” You moan embarrassedly fast. “I can, please, put it in, please.” You move your hips back against his hand, moaning loudly when he gets the last finger inside only keeping his thumb out to rub your clit making you moan loudly against the skin of his lower stomach 

“Attagirl, c’mon, sweet girl. Come around my fingers so I can fuck your pretty pussy all nice and sweet.” He cheers you on, moving his hand faster. You bite down on his abs, the layer of fat that covers them catching between your lips making him hiss as you come, clutching down so hard his fingers get spitted out of your cunt. 

He groans, licking your juices again making you jolt at the feeling, shoving his whole face against your cunt getting drenched in your juices. Only pulling back when he runs out of breath, letting you fall down on his side, your leg still resting on top of his chest.

“Pretty thing winking at me and everything.” He coos, running his thumb along your hole making you shiver and slightly slapping his leg. 

“Let me breathe, for fuck sake.” You barely managed to say, still struggling to breathe. He chuckles, moving your leg off his chest and grabbing you by your waist to sit you on top of his abdomen not caring about getting his torso wet. 

He rests his hands on your hips, with you resting yours on his chest and he looks at you with a smile on his face but still trying to catch your gaze. “You alright, darling?” He asks, his thumb rubbing circles on your hips.

“Yeah.” You answer nodding, noticing a certain tense feeling leaving his body. “I just need a second, that was… that was something.”

He laughs, his eyes disappearing into thin lines as he does. “I hope something good… do you wanna stay on top? Set the pace?” 

You nod quickly, agreeing it is possible the best for the both of you and you look behind you. “We can wait, love. We have no rush- ah, fuck.” He groans when his tip catches onto your entrance, making the both of you moan as you slowly sink deeper. The stretch of his cock inside of you leaves you with shaky legs as you dig your fingernails on his chest. You bend down, resting your head on his shoulder needing a moment to adjust. He doesn't say anything, kissing your temple softly and rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You grind your hips against his, moving slowly, his dick barely moving but still enough to make the both of you softly moan. You sit back up, resting your hands on his chest as you start to slowly move up and down, his tips deliciously grazing your cervix kissing it with each thrust, so deep you almost feel it on your stomach. 

You move slowly, choosing depth over speed; his hands on your waist helping you up and down as his eyes travel down your body to where you are connected to him.

“That's it, darling. Take what you need.” Price says between moans, not moving his hips. And if he hasn't fucked you stupid already, you would. You would turn the man into a puddle, make a mess out of him, have him babbling nonsense, too pussy drunk to even remember his name. But instead, it is you the one who can barely stand straight, whining about the tiredness of your legs aching for a break and you bend forward resting your hands on the headboard of the bed, wanting to cry.

“I can't… please, move. I can't, please, John, please.” You cry, legs shaking too exhausted to keep moving.

“Shh, sweet girl, don't cry.” He says, propping himself on his elbows to lick at your cheek where a tear spills. “It only turns me on more, love.”

He lays back down, chuckling when you whine again and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close, setting his feet on the mattress just to start thrusting up into your core hard and fast.

You cry in pleasure at the sudden change in rhythm, arching your back and making it easier for him to get your nipple in his mouth, moaning and biting around it. 

“Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like a fucking champ.” He moans, forehead pressed against your chest. “Cum around my cock, darling. I want to feel you choke my dick like you did with my fingers, c’mon, pretty girl, come for me.”

And it is like he has godly powers over you because with the way he keeps thrusting up and at the same time as he talks to you has you coming embarrassing fast. Clutching his dick like a vice making him struggle to keep moving but without giving up, coming inside just after a couple more thrusts. 

You lay down on his chest, both of you breathing hard but without moving. He pets your hair, brushing it back behind your ear, running his finger through undoing some of the knots he finds. “You're alright, darling?”

“Greater than great, John.” You answer smiling, raising a bit to kiss him on the lips, slightly moving your hips making you both groan. “A shower?”

“A shower indeed.” He chuckles, kissing you deeply for what feels like a second before helping you stand up before standing up himself. 

It is a sweet innocent shower, soft kisses on your shoulder and sweet kisses on his shoulder blade; helping the other clean up like a couple who have known each other for years. 

Once outside, you lay on your bed naked looking at him as he dresses up. He bends down to give you one more kiss before muttering: “Never in my life have I hated my job as much as right now for making me leave you like this, and with the kind of job I have it says a lot, sweet girl.”

You chuckle shaking your head, softly slapping his cheek. “You are just being dramatic, John.”

He grumbles back, standing up and you walk after him to the door hiding behind it once he opens it. You peek your head outside, saying goodbye and once you think he is leaving he turns around. 

“You know… I'm gonna be quite busy this week, but next week, same day and time as today I'll probably drop by the bar again… in case we coincide again…” He says, indirectly asking you out making you chuckle at the fact he is shy to ask you out as if he didn't have you choking on his dick just an hour ago.

“I'm sure we will, John.” You say, making him smile fondly. He gives you one more kiss before he disappears down the street.

The next morning, Price is not so happy. He barely makes it into the brief room before the rest of the team walks in. But it's not his boys who make him mad, it's the colonel who walks after them, cane in hand. 

“Colonel Adamson” Prices greets him, greeting his teeth as he does.

“John.” The older man answers, a disgusting smile on his face as if he just told the best joke of his life. “So you are still alive… maybe you are not as bad as I thought.”

“I don't need to prove myself to you, and this is merely a business meeting.” He says, already done with him pointing to the empty chair before him. “Please, sit.”

“Actually, sorry to disappoint you, John. But I retired last year, I'm not the one working with you this time.” He says, walking closer to him, raising the cane to slap on the opposite hand. “It's my daughter, you see? And if I hear that anything happens to her under your watch, you better die on that mission, son. Or I'll take care of it. I don't want a scratch, bruise or tear on my girl's face, understood?”

“She'll be fine.” Price answers, not really threatened by the man, feeling that if his daughter is anything as repulsive and just plain horrible to deal with no one will even think about laying a finger on him. 

“There you are.” A voice draws his attention, a voice uncomfortably familiar. “I told you to wait for me, Dad.”

“Sorry, dear. Just wanted to greet my old friend before leaving you at it.” He says the first genuine smile John has ever seen on the man, and it is only because he is talking to you. 

His daughter.

Of the man that just threatened him about touching you.

Is okay, he just needs to play it cool and no one needs to no. 

Right?

“Oh. Hi, John.” You say enthusiastically. “Why didn't you say you were coming here too? You could have stayed the night.”

Fuck