#your cousin chooses love over you and you just can’t understand you know?

[bittersweetresilience]

for the ship ask game...

feligami 🦚🐉

HI SELKIE 💘💓💗 let’s go into my room and sit on my bed. i have snacks 🥰

What made you ship it?

i didn’t ship feligami until very recently, since i have strong feelings about arocoded félix, but while i was making amvs i saw how many times they held hands and my heart was swayed.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

i don’t ship it enough to have an answer for this question 🤣 get nina in here. nina has essays on essays about queerness and abuse recovery. i suppose my answer is the hand holding.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

i have strong feelings about this one too. they would not have kids ‼️ they would not get married ‼️ down with the nuclear family ‼️

(ship ask game)

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 13th

Day 13: Pregnancy // Aftercare // Roleplay

Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy kink, body worship, breeding kink, vaginal sex, dirty talk

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He had never thought he would be here. Had hoped for it, but had always felt that it was an unachievable goal, even with all the money and ‘power’ he once had. 

Javi Gutierrez had to give up the riches, the homes and the collectables but he had found himself. Found success in screenwriting, found love, found the life he had always dreamed about. 

The pregnancy kink had been a surprise, but it was good that you did not seem to mind him losing his mind over your body as it changes with his baby growing inside. 

Waking up aching for you, his cock is already hard, pressed against your hip. Curled into your body because you are sleeping better on your back these days with the growing swell of your stomach preventing you from moving too much at night. 

You are gorgeous and there are times when he has to jerk off to keep from hounding you too much for sex. He knows that your libido isn’t as high as his is right now and he doesn’t want to bother you. 

Everything about you is sexy. From the way your hair and nails seem to thrive, to the way your breasts have started to get bigger, you are his ultimate fantasy. 

Secretly, he even loves when the baby kicks him. His hands slide over your stomach while he worships you and when the baby is active, he feels slightly guilty about the idea that he is horny while he should just be in awe of the life you are creating together. That is something he won’t ever say out loud. 

You don’t ever tell him that he can’t touch you, which is a good thing because he wants to touch you all the time. From rubbing your belly or caressing your breasts, he is obsessed with having his hands on you. Even if it is just a small little stroke of your skin before he has to pull away. 

Fatherhood had once frightened him. He had imagined all the ways that he would fail, you and the baby, that he could morph into his father or even worse - his cousin. That he would ruin this baby’s life and yours as a result of his own shortcomings. 

You have changed that for him. You have shown him that he will be an excellent father, your faith in him allowing him to enjoy this even more. Adoring every single change that this pregnancy has brought to your body and your relationship. His phone is filled with pictures from nearly everyday from the first day you found out you were pregnant to last night. 

He has attended every doctor’s appointment and asked questions, read books and tried to plan as best he can for what is to come. He had been obsessed with movies but now that was replaced with pregnancy. 

He wants more of this, more of you pregnant. If it were safe, he would want to keep you this way. Just full of his babies, happy and healthy. He’s already made some comments about having another, keeping the siblings that you have already planned close in age. 

“I love you.” His voice is soft, affectionate as he whispers in your ear. Hands gentle as they slide over your rounded curves and admire that hardness of your belly. The swell of it as it houses your child. 

“Hmmm.” Your sleep smile breaks across your face as you open your eyes. “I love you too.” You murmur softly. “You’re horny.” You observe, making him hum in embarrassment, even as he rocks his hips against you. 

“Always, for you.” He admits, being completely honest about that fact. “Can I have you this morning?” 

He will always ask, it’s just who he is. Respect and care are woven into the very fabric of his being and it shows. It doesn’t stop you from turning towards him for a kiss, or shifting so he can pull closer to you despite your belly. 

“You want to fuck your pregnant wife?” You’ve noticed, it’s hard not to when Javi has suddenly become super sexual. You had a robust sex life before, but this has been on top of your normal lovemaking. 

Javi groans, cock twitching. “Yesssss.” He pants, caressing your stomach again. “I want to fuck my pregnant wife.” You grin, shifting to sit up so you can pull the thin nightgown over your head. “I want to stay on my back.” 

That’s the position Javi loves the most. He can see you. Watch your tits bounce and your stomach between the two of you while he carefully rocks into you. He can also make sure that you can cum too. He loves to watch you cum, rubbing your clit while his cock is stuffed into your body. 

He is so gentle as he moves over you, the proud smile on his face reflecting that broadly. Spreading your thighs and his fingers slide between your folds to make sure that you are wet. You always are for him, something about you that he adores. 

The moment he sinks into you is magical. His groan loud and full of lust as he inches inside you. Watching as he sinks into your pussy and feels your walls clench down around him. 

“God, I love you baby, you are so perfect.” He moans softly, watching your face, your stomach, his cock. All of it perfect and making him throb inside you. HIs fingers find your clit, rubbing soft circles. 

He makes you feel beautiful, he worships you. He is good and he loves your changing body, doesn’t mind the weight, the stretch marks, he loves it all. He loves everything about being a father-to-be, about your pregnancy. 

“Fuck me, Javi.” You beg, watching him and enjoying the way that he looks over you. “After we have this baby, I want you to put another one in me.” You tell him breathlessly, making him groan and twitch inside you. 

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum, talking like that.” Javi huffs, chest heaving as he looks down at you. He has discovered he has loved seeing you pregnant, and apparently you like being pregnant. 

“Good.” You smirk and clench down around him, watching his breath catch and his face contorted in pleasure. “Cum for me, and we can do this all over again after you feed me breakfast.” 

“Anything you want.” He promises, rubbing your clit just a little harder. “But you will cum for me first. I have to take care of my girl.” 

You know he will, he’s so good to you. Getting you pregnant and falling in love with you being that way. Javi will be a perfect dad and you will get to enjoy this over and over again, as many times as you want to have kids. 

[crazyk-imagine]

Married Off to a Beast?! (Or Troll)

Pairing: King George x Fem!reader Characters: Charlotte, Fem!reader, King George, Adolphus (briefly mentioned) Warnings: A memoriable scene, fluff, Charlotte doesn’t approve of running away, George is a simp, Reader and George are enamored with each other, Charlotte is a hypocrite, George regrets nothing, reader knows she can’t resist him now, reader showing skin O:O Word Count: 1,356

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You walk back and forth in front of the wall. You take a deep breath and step closer. "Charlotte help me." 

"No," she shakes her head, wanting little to no part in your escape. 

You spin around to look at her, your body visible for anyone to see if they walk down this path to the garden. "Your brother married me off without my consent, you will help me." 

She huffs, scratching the side of her head. Out of the two of them (her and her brother), she's always had a harder time saying no to you. 

"Fine." 

George watches as you call for her assistance and decides to walk further down. Neither of noticed him, not until he cleared his throat. “Hello, My Lady.” 

You glance over your shoulder to find a charming man standing a few feet away. 

He turns to your cousin. “My Lady.” 

Her eye twitches, you know it did; you didn’t have to look at her to know. “Are you in need of assistance of some kind?” 

“Uh, I am quite fine, thank you.” You return to your mission. “You can go back inside and wait with all the other gawkers.” 

Charlotte whispers your name. She understands your feelings about the situation but there is a better way to address someone. 

"I… will. What are you doing?" 

You huff, “nothing.” 

“You’re doing something.” 

You internally groan, not wanting to berate some man for something he had no control over. “I am not.” 

“You are.” 

“I am not.” 

“You are.” 

“I am not.” 

“You are!” 

You jump down from your place and spin around to face him. "If you must know, I am being shipped off into a marriage I did not give my consent to and one I had no prior knowledge of, therefore I am leaving before it can happen." 

"Oh," his brows shot up in surprise. 

“Yes, so I am currently trying to find the best way to climb over this damned garden wall so that I may live my life the way I choose to.” 

He mutters a few things, trying to understand this new information he’s been given. “Whatever for?” 

"For the love of-" She mutters, hearing the wheels turning in your head. 

"I believe he may be a beast.” 

"He isn't," she assures you. 

"How do you know? I mean, do you know what he looks like?" 

She rolls her eyes, knowing you’ve been on edge since... well, since you were informed of your future role. 

“You think he is a beast?” 

“Or a troll.” 

“Uh, who are we discussing.” 

You furrow your brows, “no one who concerns you.” You study the wall, sighing to yourself. “The King. Only because no one will speak of him. No one. So, he can only be a beast or a troll if that’s the case.” 

“Understood.” 

Charlotte shakes her head, lowering it so George doesn’t see the disappointment on her face. 

“If I grab there,” you point to an ideal spot. “You can assist me by lifting me up.” 

“One question. You do not like beasts or trolls? What he looks like matters?” 

You shrug, “I do not care what he looks like. I care about my sanity… and the not knowing. That, that is what I do not like. I do not like the not knowing. Now come here and help me.” You gesture for him to come closer. “She will not help me. You grab here,” you hold your waist, “and lift me.” 

“You want me to lift you over the wall so you may escape?” 

“That is what I said, is it not.” 

You shake your head, mumbling to yourself, “it’s as if he isn’t listening.” 

“Won’t people notice you are missing?” 

“Her brother will make her take my place, I’m sure.” 

“What?” Charlotte nearly screeches. 

“I have little care to worry about that. Now, if you please. I just need a little assistance from a more cooperative audience. Make haste.” 

“I have absolutely no intention of helping you.” 

You’re baffled. You step off the wall and march towards him. “Do you not see I am a lady in distress. You refuse to help me? Again, a lady in distress.” 

“I refuse when that lady in distress is trying to go over a wall so that she does not have to marry someone I think you'll find rather appealing." 

You furrow your brows, "and why's that?" 

"Because I am... his majesty." 

You take a step back, realizing the many errors you’ve made leading up to now. 

“Hello,” he says your name. 

"Oh, no," your cousin mutters. She takes a step closer, pulling you towards her. "Be quiet and bow." 

You start to apologize. “I am deeply s…” 

And then your training (from when you were a young girl) kicks in and you bow, "My King." 

"No, no. Just George." 

"Your majesty." 

"Not your majesty, George." 

"Your-" 

Your cousin rolls her eyes and sneaks away (not wanting to listen to you two anymore). She’s off to find her brother. Not to mention the fact that she needs to hide from her betrothed as well… which explains why she willingly followed you.

"George." 

"You-" 

"George." 

"Y-" 

"George." 

"Your-" 

"I mean, yes your majesty to you, just George… For you, I will be your George, I like that," he smiles. 

“I- I need you to accept my apology. You see, if I had known-” 

“You would have what? Not told me you were trying to escape?” 

“Yes- wait no, I mean…” You huff, “I do apologize your majesty.” 

“George… Your George. The “King” situation towers over us and I was hoping as my wife, I could be just George to you. I mean, that was of course, before I found out that you do not want to be married to me.” 

You furrow your brows, “I did not say that.” 

“You did.” 

“No.” 

“Many times, in fact.” 

You purse your lips in anger, knowing he’s right. “I do not know you.” 

He raises his arms, “I do not know you either… other than finding out… how terrible you are at climbing a wall.” 

You scoff, “you try climbing in this,” you wave to your outfit and lift the skirts of your dress, showing him your ankles. “These garments and shoes. They’re terrible, but if I don’t want to hurt myself, I must.” 

His constant stare worries you. 

“What?” 

“I- No one told me you’d be this beautiful. Perhaps, you’re too beautiful to marry me. People will talk… given I’m a troll.” 

“I believe I said beast.” 

He chuckles. 

Your face twists as if you’re in pain but only thinking of your future marriage. “Your majesty.” 

“George.” 

“George. I- I still do not know you.” 

“What do you want to know?” 

“Everything.” 

“Ev- fine.” He gives you information to help ease you into knowing more about him and potentially help your future marriage. 

“It sounds like you’re bragging.” 

He chuckles, “another to know about me is that… I am- well, nervous about marrying a girl I’m only just meeting minutes before our wedding. Only, I cannot show it and climb over a wall because I am the king of Britian and Ireland and that would, cause a scandal. But I promise you, I am neither a troll, nor a beast. Just your George.” 

The corners of your lips twitch. 

Charlotte’s voice interrupts you two. “My brother is on his way, so we must leave now.” 

“I-” 

“I have one question.” 

“Yes?” 

“Have you decided whether you wish to marry me? Or would you prefer to go over the wall?” 

You gulp. 

“As much as I would love to hear your answer, I have to go because I believe there are some anxious guards who think I’ve been kidnapped.” He grabs your hand and whispers your name as he places a kiss upon it. “I hope to see you in there.” 

You watch as he walks away. “Have you decided? Because there will be a scandal one way or another.” 

“I-” you take a deep breath. “Come with me, you impatient brat.” 

“I am not a brat.” 

“You are.” 

“Am not.”

[doodle-pops]

Shadows of Honour

Finrod x reader

A/N: I have an unhealthy obsession with angst and since Christmas is close by, I'd love to share it with you all :)

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, abandonment, arguments, heavy angst, angst no comfort

Words: 1.8k

Synopsis: “If… If I had told you about my sworn oath and my impending death, would you still have loved me? Would you have accepted my love? Would you have given me a chance to experience the joy of everlasting love and family, or would you have turned me away?”

Rivers of tears cascaded down your burning cheeks as you stood face-to-face with the man you loved. His awareness and compassion for your distress was etched onto his face, unfortunately, he couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Those once–beloved blue–green eyes failed to hold the honesty and sincerity they once did; instead, they remained fixed on the floor, avoiding contact with you or the round, protruding bump that bore testament to your shared love. He heaved a heavy sigh, fully aware that explaining his reasons wouldn’t make sense to you, even as he allowed you to vent your pain and his pride. Were his actions truly so cruel and heartless as to bring his wife to tears and endless pleas?

“You can’t leave me; you can’t leave us!” your voice trembled with desperation, your hand instinctively cradling your belly, emphasising the life within. “You can’t abandon your family and people for the sake of a mortal you don’t even know, Finrod!”

Lifting his head to meet your tear–stained cheeks, he reached out to cradle your face, but his gesture was met with swift rejection. Your swatting hands pushed his away, and you took a step back, staring at him in disbelief. Controlling your breathing became a struggle; in your current state, maintaining composure was no easy feat. It was even more challenging when your husband, the one who was supposed to protect and cherish you, seemed to have lost all reason and logic. What happened to his sense and sensibility?

Covering your mouth in a futile attempt to stifle your sobs, you fought to speak with a broken voice, “Don’t...don’t try to smooth things over when you know I’m right. Don’t silence me! I have every right to be unhappy with your choice. You’re choosing a mortal over me, your daughter, and our unborn child! How else am I supposed to react?”

“You need to calm down, Y/N; it’s not good for the baby—”

“Don’t tell me what’s good for me when your actions say otherwise,” you hissed with discontent, refusing to let him dictate what was right or wrong, especially when he couldn’t seem to decide for himself.

Frowning, his eyes darted hesitantly to the door, sensing a third presence nearby before returning to your panting figure. Your disapproval of his touch stung, but he understood that your nerves needed calming and your mind needed settling. He observed as you instinctively rubbed your belly, the storm of emotions causing your little one to shift uncomfortably. Dragging out this argument seemed futile when he knew that his final decision was unchangeable. It was only a matter of time until you comprehended the purpose behind his choice. Without further ado, he spun on his heels, making his way over to the closet, gathering clothes and hunting gear. Prolonging the debate wouldn’t lead to a resolution; you couldn’t convince him to stay, and he was steadfast in his commitment to aid the mortal.

“So you’re not going to say anything?! You’re not going to fight with me, fight for me, fight for us?! You’re just going to let yourself be swayed by some mortal who wants to fall in love with an elf and give her the Silmaril? The same jewel your cousins would kill for?” Your voice regained its vigour, tinged with frustration, as you approached the closet where he continued to nonchalantly pack his belongings. Your accusations stung like barbs, and yet he felt the pain even more acutely with every word you hurled his way. He knew the consequences; it was his very understanding of them that fuelled his turmoil.

Biting his lip to suppress his trembling emotions, he kept his eyes averted, focusing on the task before him. He didn’t want you to see his own turmoil, as it would only make you feel worse. Your stress levels were high enough, and he racked his brain for a way to soothe you without further escalation. “Please, don’t worry, ĕrĕmelda. I will return to you, safe and sound,” he whispered softly. “This is the will of Eru, and I must honour it.”

Your voice cut through the air, laden with a mix of disbelief and frustration. “Eru? Did he also instruct you to swear an oath, marry me, and start a family, only to abandon us for some mortal who wants to show the world his bravery by pursuing a maiden out of his league? I thought you believed that Eru didn’t intend for elves and mortals to be together. Why are you acting in direct opposition to that belief? And, for that matter, why did you keep the oath and the foresight of your own death hidden from me?”

As the trousers slipped from his grasp, he turned to face your puffy eyes and cheeks. The remnants of his irritation dissipated in the face of your broken state. His mouth opened to reply, but his words faded away as he studied your misery. He was causing more harm than good, and he couldn’t quite understand why.

With deliberate steps, he approached you, his hands tentatively reaching out to touch your arms. He noticed your lack of resistance and gently drew you into a hug. Holding you close for the first time since that morning, he breathed in your scent, savouring the fragrance of gardenias and lilacs that clung to your skin. He felt your baby move within you, and it was a poignant reminder of the life you carried—a life he seemed intent on leaving behind. Finrod knew deep down that this might be the last time he held you like this, yet he hadn’t anticipated that the parting would be so fraught with tears and agony. Leaving for a self–imposed mission in the name of honour and duty felt hollow when he longed to stay with you and your children, the family he had fought so hard to build.

In his heart, he knew he was doing more harm than good.

His children.

His heart ached at the thought of his beloved children—his eldest daughter, Lairelótë, and his unborn child. The child he cherished and sang lullabies to every night would grow up without their father’s presence, knowing of him only through stories and tales as he would be revered among his people. And his daughter, what would she think of him for leaving, for prioritising a mortal’s quest over his own family? The weight of these realisations bore down on him, causing turmoil in his mind. What was he truly doing? He had vowed to give his life for his family, yet here he was, seemingly throwing it away.

“If…” he began, his words trailing off as he listened to the heart–wrenching cries of his wife in his arms. Your sobs cut through him like a blade, each one striking his heart with painful force. “If…If I had told you about my sworn oath and my impending death, would you still have loved me? Would you have accepted my love? Would you have given me a chance to experience the joy of everlasting love and family, or would you have turned me away?”

You found yourself speechless, unsure of how to respond. His question stunned you, anger and bewilderment coursing through your veins. It felt as if he had dropped a ton of bricks on you with his words. “Finrod, I...” you faltered, struggling to put your thoughts into coherent words.

As he continued to rub your back, your hiccups grew stronger, a peculiar trait of yours that had often turned gloomy moods into moments of laughter. However, not even that unique trait could lighten the heaviness of the situation today. Glancing towards the door, his senses alert, he knew precisely who the third presence was. He fervently hoped that she didn’t have to witness the full extent of this devastating argument, which could only amplify the pain of his departure.

“F–Finrod,” you hiccupped, your voice shaking, “do you understand the significance of all of this?”

He hummed thoughtfully, his hand continuing its soothing motion on your back, gradually calming the movement in your stomach.

Taking a deep breath, you rephrased your question, “This mortal knows that his quest will lead to death. By asking you to fulfil this oath, he’s essentially asking you to die for him, so that he can have his happily ever after while I suffer. He knows that he wouldn’t survive without help. Why accept the quest in the first place? Why risk a precious life? Doesn’t he consider you important?”

Finrod sighed, his tone carrying a mix of patience and empathy. “His heart is young and easily swayed by emotions, arimeldanya. Love often drives us to do whatever it takes to be with the one we cherish.”

“But why does he have to take you away from me?” you pleaded; your voice tinged with desperation. “Tell him to ask someone else, to be less selfish. I need you; we need you.”

A small chuckle escaped Finrod at the pout that formed on your tear–streaked face. It was a brief moment of levity amidst the turmoil, a fleeting reminder of the bond you shared. Sliding his hand up your back, his fingers gently cradled your cheeks, tilting your head to meet his gaze. You saw the tears welling in his eyes, an ethereal light that shimmered with sorrow. To you, he was an angelic presence, a source of joy and happiness.

Testing the waters, he gauged your reaction before leaning in, capturing your lips in a tender, bittersweet kiss. The initial surprise was replaced by a shared intimacy, a final connection before his departure and the sorrow that lay ahead. His lips met yours with a mixture of longing and pain, a poignant reminder of the love you both shared. It was a memory to hold onto, a testament to the strength of your bond even in the face of adversity.

“I swore an oath to his House to aid in times of need, he had summoned me to fulfil it, I cannot deny its call. I can only hope that this quest won’t tear me away from you,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. “And I promise, I won’t give up without a fight if there’s a chance for my wish to be granted.”

“This still isn’t fair Finrod,” you replied, your voice soft but firm. “You’ve made a decision without me and I can’t change that. You’re so selfish...”

Eyes downturn, he licked his lips and cast one more glance at the door, sensing the presence fading. He knew his words were false hope when he had foreseen a certain destiny about him, but it was necessary to still give it. “There’s still a way to rewrite the future; it is not set in stone. My death does not have to be this way. Have faith in me, I will return to you and our dear little ones.”

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[ellievickstar]

Between Two Worlds (Chapter 3) DISCONTINUED

A/N: This is a little short but there is a cute omens with Eris and Azriel in this fic so all of you can enjoy :D

Summary: What happens when your emotions consume you, when the love of two completely different people eat you alive as you are lost and trapped in the decision to choose one or the other?

Request: N/A

Pairing: Azriel x Reader, Eris Vanserra x reader

Warnings: Love Triangle, probably mentions of suicidal thoughts, not that much swearing.

Between Two Worlds / Part 2 / Part 3

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“I need your help.”

That’s all you had to say to the High Lady, Nesta and your cousin before they all swept into your room which Helion had situated himself in, tea on the table and one question on their lips: What happened?

They were endearing like that, always ready to care for you, for some strange reason they saw you as some innocent person that they had to protect at all cost. It annoyed you most of the time, but it also made you feel loved on a very different level.

Letting out a breath, you looked at Mor, “Firstly, I am so sorry. I promise that it was not out of ill intentions or anything against you, and I don’t blame you if you choose to resent me forever for this,” And everything was out in the air, how you had been meeting Eris for centuries, how you had grown closer, how you enjoyed you time together. You sucked in a breath. Waiting for Mor to say something.

“And you’re saying that…he didn’t touch me, all this time, was because he knew that I would be in the same bout as before, but maybe even worse,” Mor repeated. You nodded, guilt seeped in as you revealed Eris’s secret, but it wasn’t right anymore, you were in love with the one person which hurt Mor so much, she nearly died. You had to explain, Eris had agreed that if you felt the need you could tell Mor what really happened from his side of the story, you hadn’t told him why you felt a strong need to. But the letter that had replied your question to explain everything to Mor only said three words: I trust you.

Mor seemed to be completely silent, Nesta looked like for once she didn’t look completely appalled at the thought of Eris, and Feyre, looked at you, it wasn’t anger or sadness, but a vague understanding. You and Eris had bonded over the fact that your fathers were both abusive assholes, she could not blame you for that.

“I…I can’t say I completely forgive Eris for what he’s done, not until he has the guts to come and tell me himself. But, I do now understand why he seemed to be conflicted about helping me. And I know that there was no guarantee that Beron would not have done much worse,” Her eyes were soft as she looks at you, “I do not blame you for falling in love. I just want you to be safe.” Closing your eyes, you sighed in relief. Reasonable. She was being reasonable.

Clearing your throat, you got everyone’s attention as you spoke, “There’s more, I’m also in love with Azriel,” That’s when the simultaneous ‘WHAT��� exploded out of everyone’s mouths. You flinched at how loud it was but smoothed your skirts as you sighed. “Yeah, this is some love triangle shit and the cauldron if screwing with me,” Feyre piped up as she asked, “Well, is there any preference?” You considered for a moment but shook your head. “When I think of Azriel I feel my heart race, I feel my skin burn, I feel free. And when I look at Eris I feel the same. They both make me feel…alive. When I think about them I don’t need to worry about closing my eyes and waking to nightmares. I feel safe, I feel free,” Feyre listened intently. Nest seemed to be deep in thought as Mor started to grin.

“How is it that you hav somehow managed to catch, not one, but TWO brooding males who both have marginal anger issues, don’t like to share, and definitely hate each other? Wow. Good for you!” Clapping her hands together, you could tell that she was plotting, and you didn’t know if you should be terrified or excited.

Soon, it was time to bid goodnight but Nesta lingered even as Feyre and Mor left. “Are you sure about this, being in a love triangle can be tricky,” It was a valid question, one you couldn’t leave unanswered. “I love them both,” You assured. But she shook her head, “That might not be enough.”

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You received a letter the next morning from Eris, a reply to the one you had sent the night earlier after the girls left, detailing the night before without some pieces of information. The letter was, a lot longer than you had expected:

My Dearest Little Flame,

I was definitely upset when you chose to not meet me, but it is understandable since you played guest in a different court. As per usual, my father had a…tantrum, when we returned. Do not worry about me, I know you are, but don’t, I’m safe, I’m well, and I’m definitely not bleeding.

The truth is Little Flame, I missed you, dearly. Yesterday was not fair to you when I attacked your court. I cannot explain why but I need you to know that I am sorry.

On a lighter note, I do hope you decide to wear that pretty little yellow dress again, maybe you could get a red version, and if you can’t I will personally go shopping with you. May I ask, how dare you look so outrageously stunning during that meeting? Absolutely ridiculous, I demand compensation.

Perhaps you could give it to me the next time we meet.

Live Little Flame. Live today and tomorrow. Live for a future for both of us.

With much love,

Eris

You laughed as you read the last of the letter, bringing it to your chest as the words rung in your head like a broken temple bell. My Dearest little Flame. My. Thanking your lucky stars you were alone, you flushed deeply as you placed the letter down to get dressed, this time you wore loose linen pants with a longed sleeved cotton blouse, and layered it with a brown leather jacket. Practical if something happened, and easy to run in. After yesterday, anything could happen.

Greeting the rest of the inner court at the breakfast table, you giggled with Vivian as you caught up in each other’s lives. “Love, how is it that you managed to be so stunning in pants and a loose blouse? I must know!!!” Vivian squealed as she asked you rapid fire questions on how life had been going for you after Under The Mountain.

Below the table you felt someone’s foot nudge yours and as you glanced around the table confused, hazel eyes met yours, mischief shining bright in them. Oh that little- he wanted to play games? Well he better be ready to have his ass kicked.

Maneuvering your foot, you lightly nudged his foot before lifting your heel and lightly storming on his toe. The only indication of his pain was a slight ‘oomph’ that he let out. Holding in your giggle was hard, but you managed, this continued for a bit as you both exchanged light taps and smiling at each other once in a while when your legs got caught in each other occasionally. That was when Nesta, Feyre, and Rhys burst into the room.

“The wall,” Feyre breathed, “He’s bringing the wall down.”

~*~*~*~*~

Next part

A/N: I hope you guys loved it <3 Good night/day loves!!! (I know you are either reading this in class or really late a night)

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In Memory; In Truth Chapter 7: Double Feature

In honor of @thewalrus-said's birthiversary, we have a double feature!! Two scenes from the fic, without context of course, because I couldn't choose and they suggested both alksdjfl.

They enter the temple complex and Wen Ning has to take a moment to look around. He walks over to Wei Wuxian’s divine statue, dressed in armor as befits a martial god, holding a bow in a combat-ready pose and smiling a broad, mirthful smile. “It l-l-looks like you,” Wen Ning points out. “Unlike most people who build temples,” Wei Wuxian says, “they’ve actually seen me in person, and so did the craftsman who carved that. You should see other peoples’ statues; they usually look nothing like them.” Walking around the statue, Wen Ning looks at the walls, the murals showing Wei Wuxian at the height of his power. Rather than the demonic illustrations in the Mortal Realm, these show him standing in brilliant light between an army and a small village, leading a ghost by the hand to the afterlife, its resentment pouring off of it as they go. They show him giving away food and clothing—providing for people, and playing a flute high above a battlefield, standing on divine clouds. All stylized, naturally, and he’s in full heavenly raiment despite them being depictions of his mortal life. When he’d first seen the murals, he’d balked internally, but one of Wen Qing’s cousins—a woman who regularly volunteered at temples in their hometown, before things went to shit—had painted them herself. Balking at such a gift would have been disrespectful at best, and… well. He’s a god. This is how temples are. “Should I…” Wen Ning gestures at the incense and the few people within, praying. “No, you work for me, that’s just weird,” Wei Wuxian says. Putting both hands on his friend’s back, he pushes him towards the Wens’ residence. “Come on, let’s go.” “B-But it’s weird entering a t-t-temple and not—” “Then do it when I’m not here,” Wei Wuxian says, pushing him harder. “Come on, don’t you want to see Popo? Wouldn’t she be disappointed if you stopped to pray to me? Why don’t you make me an offering of moving your ass?” “Popo would understand a temple stop,” Wen Ning mutters, but he lets himself be pushed nonetheless. Before they enter the Wens’ main courtyard, Wei Wuxian moves ahead of Wen Ning and Wen Qing, flinging open the doors to find everyone assembling for lunch.

A visit to Wei Wuxian's temple in Ghost City, and the Wens who run it!!! And yes, Wen Ning is there and yes, when Wei Wuxian says he works for him, he means Wen Ning's his junior official.

And the second!!!

After some time of amicable silence, Lan Xichen speaks again. “I’m relieved to find Wei-gongzi wasn’t responsible for Jin Zixun’s curse,” he says. “You must be, too.” Pouring the tea, he hands a cup to Wangji. Wangji takes it with a stony stare. Lan Xichen sighs, sipping his own tea. “It’s unfortunate this didn’t come to light ahead of time, yes, but… we can at least clear Wei-gongzi’s name of this. I promise, Wangji, I will ensure the Jianghu knows the truth.” Wangji nods, sipping his tea. “So, you’ve met Xie-gongzi, yes? What’s he like?” “Bold,” Wangji says. “Reckless. Highly intelligent. Skilled.” Huh. Similar to Wei-gongzi, then. Hopefully a far better influence. “Does he carry a jian?” Lan Xichen asks. A roundabout way of asking the man’s status, yes, but… well, he can’t help but be curious about Wangji’s new friend. “A bow,” Wangji says. Interesting. A rogue cultivator who doesn’t even carry a sword. Perhaps his skills lie in talismans and arrays. Perhaps his clan—if he belonged to one at all—has some other technique it uses that relies on distance and arrows rather than blades at all. It would be fascinating to hear about, and his interest in meeting Xie Yuan grows. “If you find yourselves near Gusu, you should bring him by,” Lan Xichen says with a smile. “I’d love to meet him sometime.” Looking at his tea, Wangji sips it again. In the sunlight coming through the windows, Lan Xichen can see a hint of pink on his ears and… Oh. Oh, Wangji.

u w u

That's that!!! I have things to do and have to run off now, but will be checking back.

And a Happy Birthday, again, to Tess!!!! Thanks for coming along with me during this fic, your help is So appreciated.

[melimata613]

As a woman who is 30 years old, I’d like to say I think I know a thing or two about myself. I’ve had the “ability to get pregnant “ for 2 decades now and going on my 3rd. I remember vividly when I got my first menstrual cycle my mother was almost a little too happy about it. She went on and on about now being able to create a life and carry inside. For as long as I can remember have never had any want or desire to take care of children or to have my own. I remember saying to her that I did not want to be a “young woman” and did not want to be “able to make a child.” I was 10 at the time and she had just laughed at what I said. And for many years after that, she continued to scoff and roll her eyes at the thought of me not wanting to be a mother.

Growing up I did not like hanging out with children my age. I always wanted to be with the adults. I have never looked at a mother and thought gee I want that. Nothing about motherhood interests me. Not getting pregnant. The act of childbirth. Taking care of the said child. Or dealing with school functions, recitals, games, and or anything to do with child events.

I do not wish any ill or pain to any children. I get mad when I hear or see mistreatment. But do I wish to step into the role to fix it, no.

I grew up with parents that I do not believe should have had children. They were young and children themselves at the time. My mom was pregnant at 18 and again at 19 and again at 21. That always seemed nuts to me.

I remember being forced against my will to take care of my cousins growing up. Did not appreciate. I understand that adults need time but I am not your resident babysitter especially when I was 16 or so when that shit would happen.

Growing up in LV I would always see large families of unruly children and it always upset me. The lack of supervision of the kids I truly did not understand. I know that kids are still learning but as an adult and their parent you should be teaching them right from wrong. Right? Your child should not be screaming at the top of their lungs because you didn’t want to buy them a stupid toy. Your child is not supposed to be climbing up strangers and asking for what they are eating. Don’t you teach them stranger danger???

Kids are gross to me. They shit on themselves. They throw up on themselves. They piss on themselves. They always get dirty no matter what. They smell. I don’t understand why they are always sticky. It is just not for me.

I do not have the patience nor do I want to gain the patience. I feel for kids the way someone might feel about animals. Some people are not pet-friendly people. Which I get. I am not too crazy about dogs. I prefer dogs over kids. And I prefer cats over dogs.

Just a rant. I got to the point where I am tired of acting like I can just suffer in silence with children around when I can’t. They are too loud for my comfort. Too hyper and active for my comfort. Hate when I catch one just staring at me. Like no. I can not.

I can choose to avoid them as much as possible and that is what I want to do. No offense to any parents. I just feel indifferent to every child.

Now that I have explored social media and just the internet I know that I am not alone. I am a child-free woman who does not like children. Just because I have ovaries and a fucking vagina does not mean I automatically love children and want to step into a role to take care of them and love them.

Plenty of people become parents that should not be. Plenty of people wish to be one but can’t. Life is shitty sometimes. I doubt my thoughts of children will change since I am 30 and it has never floundered but who knows.

I am done faking a smile when your annoying child annoys me. Will I be mean to them no but I will walk away and not engage. I think my patience is at negative at this point in my life.

[ur-local-demon1]

Uhm so, I wrote this Amanene fankids ficlet to de-stress about my exams and also cuz I'm sick and I needed to do something simple to occupy myself. I'm sharing it because "the human connection will make me feel like a human again- what?"

Fic under Keep Reading. If this does well, I might post it to AO3

For the first time since their second child was born, Nene finally got a whole day with the house and bed to herself. Meanwhile, Amane owed Tsubaki a daddy-daughter date - albeit, with Tsugumi in tow - that was long overdue. However, before they could do that, Amane had to explain that they needed to make a quick stop to get groceries to acquire the food that kept them alive along with other products that made them not stink. It was still a difficult concept for Tsubaki to grasp but as long as she got a strawberry icecream for her troubles, everything was fine.

So here they were; Amane was walking through the aisles, and crossing things off the list. While Tsubaki was sitting in the cart’s baby seat, kicking her feet and looking around curiously, Tsugumi was strapped to his father’s back, sleeping soundly as he was being rocked by all the walking around. Unlike his older sister, Tsugumi was a calm newborn who didn’t act up too much and loved his beauty sleep; much to Amane and Nene’s relief. They got through the list pretty quickly, but reached the dreaded item, as per Kou’s request. Amane steeled himself and headed into the toy aisle. As he tried to choose a good gift for his niece/granddaughter  - Kou and Sousuke’s daughter, Ageha - he could see in his peripheral vision his own child’s eyes move to every single toy on the shelf. 

“... Baba?” 

Oh for the love of- “Yes, sweetie?” he said, forcing his voice to remain neutral. Tsubaki pointed towards a doll Amane could have sworn she already had. 

“Can I have this pleeeassseee?” She asked, giving him her best puppy dog eyes that had a track record of making her poor father break on multiple occasions. 

“I don’t know, is it on the list?” He asked rhetorically. Tsubaki, being only five years old at the time, just stared at him and shrugged. Amane smiled affectionately and ruffled her hair. “It’s not, baby. We’re only buying something for your cousin. Uncle Kou and Sousuke are coming over next week.” He reminded her while he kept looking through the toys in front of him. Tsubaki seemed to think long and hard about something. 

“Why can’t I have things that aren’t on the list?” She asked. 

“Cuz we only buy things that are on the list.” Amane responded immediately, remembering the long lecture he and Nene got from all the 3 grandparents for ‘spoiling Tsubaki too much’ after they had helped them sell the thousands of toys that she had grown bored of in the span of two weeks.

“It’s not like the earth would blow up if we bought something that wasn’t on the list…” Tsubaki mumbled under her breath. 

“Who says it couldn’t?” Amane reasoned. Tsubaki stared at him confusedly. 

“It could do that?” She asked. 

“I mean, it exists because of an explosion, so… Maybe?” Amane was multi-tasking; he worked on distracting Tsubaki while also trying to choose between two purple barbies. He eventually put them both down when he remembered the last conversation he had with Kou a few days ago where he told him that after years of purple being her favourite color, Ageha woke up one day and suddenly decided that it was the worst thing to ever exist. 

Tsubaki looked like she was struggling to understand what her dad meant by that. “... What?” 

“The big bang, sweetie.” He clarified, finally turning to face Tsubaki as he had found a gift: a pair of turquoise fairy wings. “There was an explosion a billion years ago and it made the earth. Well, I’ll explain that better when you’re older.” 

Tsubaki tilted her head to the side. “Did you see that happen?” 

“Of course not!” Amane exclaimed. “Hold on- how old do you think I am?” It was in moments like that that Amane was grateful that Tsubaki still struggled to count over one hundred.

“Seventy eight! Mommy said so!” She recalled proudly. Amane paled and hurried to mentally calculate if Tsubaki and Nene were wrong or if he really was a decrepit old man. 

… 

…“...I’m physically thirty two.” He muttered before walking away and going back to explaining the big bang to a toddler, which was much easier than thinking about the fact that you were physically forty six years younger than you were supposed to be.

[renee-writer]

The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 33

AO3

Anna is furious! To be kicked out of her own house, to be spoken to in such a way by her own child, she simply can’t let that stay. She knows exactly what to do. She drives towards the university.

 

Jamie hugs his daughters. He is mighty proud of them for standing up to their mam. The decisions that Rose is making, to handle this unexpected situation, to be who she is without apology, they make his chest swell with pride.

 

He draws Claire to him next. He knows that she was stunned by the vitriol from Anna. She had to place the focus and blame away from herself. They were an easy target.

 

She lets herself relax against him. There is a relief in having everything out in the open, even  with the loathing she expressed.

 

“It was a cathartic meeting. A type of therapy session.” Beth expresses what they are all thinking.  Rose hugs her side.

 

“Just so love. The first of many I imagine.”

 

Her Auntie Jenny nods. “Sad that it has come to this. But,” she rolls her shoulders to release the tension, “the air is clear now. I believe Anna knows where she stands.”

 

“She should have before.” Jamie growls.

 

“Yes,” Her hand comes up to cradle his face, “undoubtedly.  But there is no way  she doesn’t now. Having her life tore apart, even if,” she quickly adds, “she was the cause of it, it is hard to accept.”

 

“See,” Willa exclaims, “you are perfect for daddy. Smart, with a kind heart, forgiving.”

 

“I try. Don’t place me on a pedestal. Trust me when I say, I wrestle with very strong negative feelings about her.” They all laugh.

 

Anna pulls in to the car park in front of the history department. If there is one person that should hate what is happening between Jamie and that interloper, it should be her husband.

 

She looks at the directory and then enters the lift to his floor.

 

She knocks on his office door.

 

“Come in,” She walks in and he looks up from packing his things, “ Do I know you?”

 

“My husband is currently shagging your wife. I am Anna Fraser, Jamie ‘s wife.”

 

His hands hit the mostly empty desk as he starts to laugh. Her arms cross and she glares at him. He continues to laugh.

 

“What is so funny?”

 

He struggles to get himself under control so he can answer her.

 

“You thinking you could ever stop that. Credit for doing it for twenty years. But, as soon as he found out your secret and as soon as I stuffed up by choosing his niece as my latest student f*ck, it was over. We are just getting what we deserve.”

 

“You don’t care!”

 

“Claire was a means to an end. She gave me an air of respectability. I hoped she would give me a heir too. Now that I know I am sterile and now that my tenure has been removed and I have been shown the door, I don’t need her. Living life the way I want will be easier now.”

 

She stares at him a moment before turning and slamming out. He shakes his head and continues to pack up, chuckling to himself.

 

The next day finds Rose pacing, anxious for the arrival of Simon, his wife, Kate, and their children, David and Leah.

 

She phoned him after the intense family meeting. He assured her that they would be available to come by the next day. A time was set and, as it grows closer, she gets more nervous.

 

Knowing her family surrounds her, helps. Claire and Auntie Jenny are in the kitchen, baking. Willa and Beth are playing chess in the study, Her daddy and Uncle Ian are in the stables. Her cousins work around the farm.

 

Her heart leaps when she hears the car coming. Then she sees it is her mam. Hands fisted in rage, she walks out to meet her.

 

“Rose I…”

 

“Why are you here?”

 

“You said as long as I stayed out of the way…”

 

“That was before yesterday. Do you think I want you here now?”

 

“Rose, I am your mam. I understand you are upset but…”

 

They both turn as another car pulls up. Rose’s heart starts to pound.

 

“Go. Find somewhere to be in the house but…”

 

Simon steps out and stares. His wife and children join him. Rose looks immediately to her sister and brother. Kate’s eyes zero in on Anna.

 

“Rose, I didn’t know that your mam would be here.”

 

“Sorry Simon. She wasn’t to be, here around you guys, I mean.”

 

“So, you are Anna. I am Kate, his wife.”

 

Anna looks for a way to escape. The other woman ‘s eyes hold her fast.

 

“I am sorry for what I did. I was young and…”

 

“A skank.”

 

“Mam, please go. Willa and Beth are in daddy’s study. Why don’t  you join them.”

 

“Alright.” She turns and walks stiffly away. When she is gone, they all seem to be able to take a breath again.

 

“So sorry, I…”

 

Kate shakes her head. “It is I who should be apologizing. She is your man. I should have never spoke to her like that, in front of you.”

 

“No, you have a right to your feelings. Okay, let’s start over. Simon, Kate, Leah, and David, welcome to Lallybroch. Please join me in the great room.”

 

She leads them that way.

 

“It is lovely.” Leah offers at entering the room.

 

“Yes, it is.” From Simon.

 

“Thank you. The house and grounds have been in our family for well over three hundred years.”

 

Her auntie and Claire have brought in tea. The children make a bee line for the biscuits.

 

“David. Leah. Manners.” Their mam says. They all take seats. Rose smiles at her new siblings.

 

“You may go ahead, if your parents say it is alright.”

 

They look at them with pleading eyes. Simon nods okay and Kate agrees.

 

“I know I told you who Rose is but allow me to make a full introduction. David and Leah Grant, meet Rose Fraser, your sister.” Simon says.

 

“Hi,” David nods to her, “good biscuits.”

 

“Hello. It is nice to meet you.” Leah offers her hand. She takes it and smiles at the lass.

 

“It is very nice to meet you both.”

 

She should have meet them as infants. There should be pictures of her cradling her baby brother and sister.  Simon, watching them carefully, sees. He sighs.

 

“I am sorry you didn’t meet them sooner. Had I known…”

 

“Had we known. Oh I was right furious, at first.”

 

“She threw a cup at him.” David informs her.

 

“Thank you David. As I was saying, I was hurt and angry. But, he made a mistake twenty years ago. A mistake he hasn’t made since. Not that you are a mistake, just…”

 

“I understand.”

 

“We talked about it, after I calmed down. You are innocent in this. Our children are. You are siblings. Simon is your biological father. I am your stepmom. Family. We need to know each other. Enough time has been wasted.”

 

“I couldn’t agree more.”

[zalrb]

“So, what exactly is your plan because you know that this is killing her, right?” he said.

“Nothing, I’m just … I’ve stopped her from running into a burning building for you.”

“I’ve seen her jump into wells for you.”

“I---” Bonnie shook her head. “It’s not in Elena’s nature to stay away from you, Stefan.” 

THE FACT THATS SHES DONE SO MUCH FOR HIM! but if we tried to list everything elena has done for stefan wed be here for hours lol

ALSO jeremy standing up for elena is what ive always wanted to see in the show. or them standing up for each other, really. theyre so passive in the show, they feel like distant cousins who occasionally bond over their childhood or whatever, the way you write them they feel a lot more like siblings who genuinely care for each other

"Bonnie regarded him. “I know that,” she said, touching his arm. “I know this is just as hard for you and just as painful and just as lonely.” He looked at her to see something like understanding in her expression. “It’s even lonelier when you’re the one making the hard decision.”

as someone whos had to pull a stefan in the past, THIS HIT ME

also damon not honoring the pact he made with stefan and staying in town despite elena choosing stefan has me like

Damon sighed heavily and took his time speaking. “It had been suggested that I was sired to Katherine, I wanted to see if that was true.”

Stefan rushed forward and grabbed Damon by the shirt. “You mean you’ve had this information the entire time?”

the fact that i am not even A LITTLE suprised is very sad. this is so in character for damon. he ALWAYS does this. just like with the cure, he keeps things like this to himself for his own benefit. this man is a walking red flag

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Elena is in hell right now, Damon. And you have information that could potentially end it?” 

YUP. he does this constantly in the show. he constantly puts her in painful positions for his own sake. which is why i cant take damon seriously. like the more i think about it, the more i hate him. HE DOES NOT LOVE ELENA. he really reminds me of callies speech about love

Damon’s expression turned ugly. “Maybe I wanted her to be as miserable as I was for a little bit. Not my proudest moment.” 

“Look, I’m doing the right thing now, OK? Because as much as I want to, when it comes to Elena, I can’t be selfish with her.”

“That’s all you’ve ever been!” Stefan yelled in his face. “The fact that you don’t see that is…"

YES STEFAN!!!!! THANK FUCK. reading this is so cathartic. the show tried so hard to validate damons distorted view of himself via dialogue while completely disregarding his countless selfish actions, FINALLY HE GETS CALLED OUT ON IT. youre doing god's work zal

the fact that i am not even A LITTLE suprised is very sad. this is so in character for damon. he ALWAYS does this. just like with the cure, he keeps things like this to himself for his own benefit. this man is a walking red flag

exactly! so when anon was like 'you butchered him' i was like, i mean ... did i?

ALSO jeremy standing up for elena is what ive always wanted to see in the show. or them standing up for each other, really. theyre so passive in the show, they feel like distant cousins who occasionally bond over their childhood or whatever, the way you write them they feel a lot more like siblings who genuinely care for each other

yeah, i was halfway through it and was giving bonnie a gentler version of this but then decided to go back and make it jeremy to utilize it more but also because it would make more sense for him to be the one like i know you're doing the right thing but are you actually doing the right thing because caroline would understand after what she'd gone through with damon, bonnie would understand as the one who would make those calls, matt would be useless so it's jeremy.

[twstrhythm]

Xinyi Tian Union Birthday

Another Late Birthday. This time is Xinyi Tian. Birthday was April 3

Happy Birthday! (Part 1) Xinyi: Ah… Today is the day… I can’t believe it is already happening. I wonder who will be my presenter today… I hope it isn’t someone who is loud.

???: Excuse me. I am coming in now.

Li Feng: Hello Tian Xinyi. I am your presenter, Jiang Li Feng.

Xinyi: Hello Li Feng. Make yourself comfortable.

Li Feng: Shouldn’t I be saying that? Is this how Pomefiore acts?

Xinyi: Huh? No. I don’t think so…

Li Feng: Oh. That makes sense. But anyways… You have a different hairstyle than usual.

Xinyi: Yup! I asked my older cousin for help, luckily he was nice enough to help me.

Li Feng: That sounds really nice of him to do. It sounds like you admire him for that. But we should continue with what I came for. Here is your present.

Xinyi: Oh yeah… I almost forgot about that part. Let’s see… Oh! This is a new fairy tales book! I saw this the last time I went to the store, but I didn’t have enough money to buy it at the time. So I started saving money. I was thinking about going out to buy this! Now I have something I can read during my free time! How did you know this was something that I wanted?

Li Feng: Sometimes I saw you reading alone in the library. And… I also asked your cousins.

Xinyi: Aww!~ Thank you for the gift, Li Feng! I really love it!

Li Feng: I am glad I guessed right then…

Xinyi: Huh? Were you worried about that?

Li Feng: Just a little bit.

Xinyi: Don’t worry about it. I would have accepted your gift either way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Happy Birthday! (Part 2) Li Feng: Since we handled the gift part, onto the interview.

Xinyi: Right… The interview. This is making me nervous…

Li Feng: You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll make it quick.

Xinyi: Then let’s get this over with quickly. What is the question?

Li Feng: Alright… Since you said you have a sister, this will be your question. "If you could take one person with you to a deserted island, who would you take?” But you cannot pick someone from your dorm.

Xinyi: Oh… A deserted island, huh? That sounds like the least ideal situation to be caught in… I would just melt in the sun. I don’t think survival would be easy for me at all… This is a difficult thing for me to think of, so give me a few moments please.

Li Feng: Of course. Take your time.

Xinyi: Hmm… Oh! I know! What about I take you with me?

Li Feng: Huh?!

Xinyi: You said to pick anyone who isn’t from my dorm, and you aren’t from my dorm. So I will choose you!

Li Feng: Hang on! I don’t think that is a good idea!

Xinyi: And why not? You’re pretty smart. Plus you can swim. We could just see how far the island is from civilization if we swim.

Li Feng: Huh? You can swim too?

Xinyi: Of course. I have sea dragon blood in my veins, just like you do. We should be able to survive just fine!

Li Feng: That’s a good p[oint actually…

Xinyi: Glad you think so!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Happy Birthday! (Part 3) Xinyi: We sure have talked a lot. This is the longest I have spoken to someone.

Li Feng: Haha! Same here. Let’s continue the interview, alright?

Xinyi: Of course! I’m ready for the final question.

Li Feng: That’s good to hear, so here it is. “If you were to join any dorm other than Pomefiore, which dorm would you choose?”

Xinyi: First off, I wouldn’t join Heartslabyul. The environment is kind of the same as here in Pomefiore. I wouldn’t want to be in the same kind of place. It would be very stifling.

I also wouldn’t join Diasomnia. As much as it would be nice to be in the same dorm as my cousins, it would be a pain to deal with. I don’t think I would be able to handle being around Lilia so much. He can be kind of scary, so I would like to be somewhere else…

Li Feng: I think I can understand that. So, which dorm would you join then?

Xinyi: I think I would join Octavinelle.

Li Feng: Huh? Why Octavinelle?

Xinyi: I guess it is because there are some people there I can understand. Plus… I think that working for Mostro Lounge would be a good experience. It might help me learn to talk to people better. It could possibly help me with my confidence too, I think…

Li Feng: That sounds reasonable, but it is also a surprising answer. Most people would prefer to avoid Octavinelle.

Xinyi: I guess I am not like most people then.

Li Feng: That is evident now. I would like to continue talking, but we should wrap this up.

Xinyi: Is it time for the “Gift of Good Fortune”?

Li Feng: Mhm! Are you ready?

Xinyi: Of course. But please don’t hurt me…

Li Feng: I’ll be careful. Here it is! The “Gift of Good Fortune”! Happy Birthday Xinyi!

[sapphicwildfire]

I can’t wait until I have my bachelor of history in another few months so I can put it in my bio because god knows I’ll need it there every time I have to correct someone who argues with their full chest that being attracted to actual children and marrying 13 year olds was normal in a medieval context because everyone died at 35 from old age.

(None of that was remotely normal, and when it did happen in the rare circumstance people knew damn well that children should not be having sex or babies until they were well into adolescence + if you survived past childhood you would most likely live well into your 50’s and even 60’s or later depending on quality of life)

Also what the fuck is with the game of thrones/house of the dragon fandom normalising pedophilia in the name of “historical accuracy.” Even in medieval times they knew damn well 13 year olds having babies often left them with permanent physical disabilities and life long trauma (Margaret Beaufort). Hell they even had laws against any sort of incest, even distant cousins, until that shit got too confusing for them to fact check and it dropped back to first cousin marriages even being a grey area until the late medieval period. If you want to support it in the context of Westeros go ahead, but for the love of god do not use actual history to justify it, because George took the most grotesque historical cases that were the exception rather than the rule and made them the rule all while making 13 year olds fall in love with their grown rapists.

Every time I open twitter I have the urge to hit every third person I see on there over the head with an actual history book because god knows they’ve never read one and they take Fire and Blood as gospel that allows no nuance because they don’t understand it’s a history book. Hell I don’t think they even read it and just choose to repeat what other people/fanfics say at this point. There is next to no critical thinking or analysis and it drives me insane. It was bad with game of thrones but now it’s even worse with house of the dragon and all the very young teenagers who treat it like a dark Wattpad romance.

[axigailxo]

Hi, i love your blog so much so I’m requesting a Jimin oneshot. I thought of a “jealousy fuck” : Jimin and his girlfriend ( reader ) are out with his family, at a dinner.

His cousin kinda flirts with her, so Jimin is jealous and acts possessive. He’s always around her, occasionally sneaking his arms around her hips or waist and kisses her and you know.

Then when they are finally at home, they end up on the bed or sofa ( you choose ) and fuck / make love.

remind me | pjm

pairing. jimin x reader established relationship au

genre. smut, fluff, jealousy

w.c. 2.1k

summary. After a dinner where Jimin’s cousin was a little too infatuated with you, you assure Jimin that your heart is set on him and only him and he proves his love back to you in bed.

contains. jealous & possessive jiminie, jimin won’t admit he’s jelly, jimin’s cousin is a homewrecker 🙄, soft/intimate sex, unprotected sex, so much kisses omg, fluffy shower scene, jimin is whipped and loves oc 🥹❤️

“remind me how much you love me… how I’m yours”

—

It wasn’t the fact that he was showing you extra attention tonight, but the blatant possessiveness that came with it.

Jimin was never shy to show you off in front of his family. In fact, he loved to do that more than anything so that they could see the love of his life like how he does. Admirable, is what he thinks you are. Except tonight, it’s almost as if he’s trying his absolute best to prove you’re his. A sight for his eyes only.

Sat beside Jimin at his mom’s dining table, his arm slumped over your shoulder, you pat your boyfriend's thigh and try to meet his eyes despite the proximity. Your glance holds a question, eyebrows creased as you nod your head to his arm in gesture.

He interprets it incorrectly, however, assuming you thought his arm was uncomfortable for you, only to remove it and engulf the top of your thigh with his hand instead.

And after several more failed attempts to indirectly ask him what he was doing, even trying to excuse the two of you to the bathroom at one point only for Jimin to reply with an oblivious “you go ahead, I’m fine” followed by a kind smile, you gave up.

And it wasn’t until the car ride home that you were able to vaguely piece together what that whole possession act was about after going over the events and conversations that occurred at the dinner in your head.

“What was that about?” you ask, bringing the matter directly to his attention for the first time tonight, despite the fact you already know the answer.

Jimin stares straight ahead at the dark road as he continues to take you both home, one hand on the wheel as his other toys with his bottom lip, elbow on the window’s ledge.

His reaction is delayed as his brows furrow in attempted confusion a full two seconds after your question.

“What was what about?”

You roll your eyes and face him with a deadpanned expression, and he allows his eyes to flick over your still features before adverting them back to the road.

“What?” he asks again, his tone a tad bit exaggerated and it wouldn’t take a genius to detect his obvious acting.

Understanding that he won’t be the one to confess, you eliminate the opportunity you gave him to explain for himself, jumping straight to your own conclusions instead.

“If this is about your cousin then -”

“So you noticed too?”

His interruption catches you off guard and you fall silent for a moment as you register his words. But before you can answer his question, he speaks.

“I can’t believe he talked to you like that right in front of me. The audacity one must have -”

“I’m sure he was just being nice, Jimin.” Your tone was gentle but authoritative in an attempt to halt what you thought were absurd accusations of his.

Although, those ‘absurd accusations’ do make sense, in Jimin’s defense. But you’re sure his cousin meant no harm by all the compliments and gestures he gave you. However, when he kissed your hand, it did catch you off guard and you noticed the way Jimin’s hand fisted by his side. But posh people kiss hands all the time, you conclude. Even if his cousin isn’t necessarily posh (or British for that matter) it’s still just a gesture of basic, formal etiquette.

“Being nice?” Jimin reiterates your words, disbelief coating his tone. “Babe, he kissed you.”

“My hand.” you correct him.

Jimin scoffs, shaking his head and he doesn’t dare to glance over at you, keeping quiet for the remainder of the tension-filled ride.

…

The delicate and soothing flow of the warm water dispersing from the shower head has sent you and Jimin into a much more relaxed state compared to a few moments ago.

It’s still silent, but it’s comfortable.

He even started washing your hair without you having to ask, the small yet loving gesture being instinctive to him, and it wasn’t until you turned around to face him in the large shower that he finally spoke.

“I’m not mad, by the way.” he guides you to stand directly beneath the stream, the soapy suds rinsing out of your hair.

“Well— at least not at you.”

You bring your own hands up to massage your roots, allowing the water to clear all remains of the shampoo. Your head is lolled back and eyes are gently shut, and Jimin catches himself admiring you.

“I know,” you softly respond, waiting a moment before continuing.

“And I’m not trying to take his side when I tell you he didn’t mean anything by it. I just really do think he didn’t purposely try to get on your nerves. He is your family after all.”

Jimin hears your words and understood them vaguely, but his attention is on you. He’s realizing that there will always be people like his cousin because just look at you. You’re stunning, he thinks. And he can’t fight the smile that pulls at his lips upon the further realization that you’re his.

Reopening your eyes, you're met with his small smile and dilated eyes.

“What?” you ask, voice coming out in a whisper as you feel yourself getting shy in front of his gaze.

Even after all the time you’ve been together, one look is all it takes to feel those same familiar butterflies that you felt the first time you met him.

“Nothing,” he whispers back, his top lip falling over his bottom as he restricts his smile from growing to save him from looking foolish.

But you wish he knew that you see his smiling face and lit-up eyes as anything but foolish. You see it as love, and in return, you feel loved. And this love is the very reason that people like his cousin is not something he should ever have to worry about because you only feel this way with him. No one else.

You take one step forward, closing the gap that was originally between you, and your hands press flat against his chest.

Looking up at him, your chin rests just below his collarbone, and he meets your gaze.

“You know I love you, right?”

He’s warm beneath your touch, and you can’t feel it but the butterflies are dancing in his stomach. His increasing heartbeat does a good job of representing that as the comfortable stream of the water truly accentuates the moment.

Nodding his head yes, his lips meet your forehead, leaving a soft, prolonged kiss.

“No, I need to hear you say it. Say you know that I love you.”

Your tone is hushed yet emphasized, genuinely wanting him to do as asked as if saying it out loud will give him a deeper understanding that your heart is set on him and only him.

“I know that you love me.”

Too busy soaking in the moment, he almost forgot how to speak but managed to add, “I love you too. A lot.”

Your hands snake up his chest until your arms are locking behind his neck and you’re reaching up to meet your lips with his.

It’s subtle, the meaning clear behind it but the intent is not fully there yet. That’s until you pull away with a light suction sound, eyes deep on his.

“Remind me how much you love me… how I’m yours.”

And just like that the intent comes to show, becoming even more clear as your lips travel to his neck this time, kissing softly before biting with little to no pressure.

A groan leaves his parted lips, the butterflies seemingly having traveled a little more south. And this time, you feel those butterflies of his as it’s becoming harder and harder against your bare stomach.

Blindly reaching behind you, you’re able to twist the nob of the shower head off, the new silence allowing the damage you're doing on his neck to be heard.

The more you feel him growing against you, the harder your biting gets and the lewder the sound of your lips against his neck gets.

And just as you start to need him, he reaches an arm out to push the glass shower door open, walking you backward until you are both safely out and he’s guiding you to the bedroom.

“But I’m all wet.” you giggle as you realize he’s now guiding you to the bed.

“I hoped so.” he teases, your legs against the edge of the queen-sized bed, the soft bedding felt against your water-droplet skin.

You allow yourself to fall back, internally cringing at the fact your wet hair was pressed against the dry comforter, but you know its going to be worth it.

Jimin follows, crawling over your body until his face aligns with yours his wet strands dripping water just beyond your forehead.

“You’re so beautiful, jagi. My pretty girl.”

A smile creeps onto your face and you whisper a shy “thank you”, your expression quickly transitioning into one of desire upon feeling his hungry lips again.

It’s quick when he guides your legs up, skipping foreplay altogether and lining himself up with you.

And you enjoy foreplay, but right now, he’s on a mission to prove his love.

“You weren’t lying,” he mutters as his tip is slippery against your sopping core, feeling just how wet you actually are for him.

He meets your eyes, waiting for your nod of permission for him to continue like how he always does before you make love.

It’s a small gesture that you really do appreciate. You appreciate how gentle he always is with you, never wanting to do anything that could potentially hurt you. Only doing what you want.

Ironically, his length begins to slowly ease into you, his hands blindly searching for yours and intertwining your fingers together.

“Keep going?”

“Yes.” you breath out sharply as you feel more and more of him, his girth stretching you out in the most orgasmic way.

He tries to refrain from moaning too much to fully concentrate on his movement in you, but when you buck your hips up to bottom him out, he can’t help his whimpers.

“Y/N.” he exhales, face nuzzling into your neck as he pulls out halfway only to slowly ease back in.

He finds a comfortable rhythm, and you both melt into it.

But if this weren’t an intimate moment, he’d be shamelessly telling you how proud he is to fuck what’s his. He’ll make you say it out loud. Make you tell him how he fucks you better than anyone else, even though he’s the only one. But this moment is a lot more subtle than that, and for good reason.

The difference between making love with Jimin and rough fucking is similar in terms of pleasure, but the underlying emotion that lingers when he slowly fucks into you is something you could die happily in.

His subtle ‘I love you’s’ that he spits out when the pleasure feels too good. The way he knows exactly where to aim. The soft and assuring kisses he places on your lips every once in a while when your moans become whiny. All of it makes you feel so overwhelmingly happy and loved. It makes you want to never part from his touch, and live in the moment forever, even as cliche as it might sound.

His thrusts pick up the slightest bit as he feels a pang of his desired pleasure spark in his lower stomach, and you can feel him twitch inside of you when you become more audible.

“Let me hear you, jagi.”

He unlocks one hand from yours, bringing it to wipe the hair out of your eyes and tuck it behind your ear.

“It feels so good, Jimin.” you almost cry, sucking in air through your teeth as you tighten your hold on his hand.

He’s confident that he can cum in sync with you, so using his free hands he allows his fingertips to toy with your clit.

You gasp, back arching an inch off the bed as you grind your hips.

His name falls past your lips more times than you could count, body tending as you feel the climatic bliss start to build.

“Jimin, I'm gonna cum. I’m—”

Upon your cue, he finally allows his own orgasm to approach before becoming undone on top of you, his jolting and cock spurting his warm aftermath deep into your convulsing core.

As his head becomes foggy in pleasure, all he sees is you. You’re in the same state, and the look shared right before you shut your eyes to finish riding out the feeling was like a confirmation of some sort.

He holds himself on top of you with his forearms for just a moment before recollecting himself and crashing his back to the space beside you.

Turning to face him, he’s already staring at you.

“Did that remind you?”

…

After having fallen asleep in the same spot on top of the wet sheets, you wake up in the middle of the night under freshly dried blankets and one of Jimin’s T-shirts covering your boding. Jimin is fast asleep next to you, and you can’t help it when you lean over to place one last kiss of the night on his cheek, murmuring one last ‘love you’ before laying down to go back to sleep.

“I love you,” Jimin whispers back in a sleepy voice, and once again, you’re reminded.

~~~

A/N: hope this fulfilled your request anon <3 i was going to add actual dialogue for the cousin but i was eager to get to the fluff part lol (if u enjoyed this pls like, reblog, and send feedback!) also this was not proof read *im running on 2 hours of sleep T_T*

[starsofmilos]

Bikini’s Suck Anyways (Eddie Munson x reader)

Request: One where you and Eddie go to the swimming pool together and you find yourself feeling insecure. Eddie notices and decides to show you just how much he loves your curves. Make it smutty and sweet.

AHH I LOVE THIS!

Masterlist

Warnings: insecurities, reader doubts themselves, smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), body worship, small amount of angst, fluff

Summer.

The season of swimming and cool clothing. The time to relax and enjoy the cool refreshing water that is your best friend Steve’s swimming pool.

Look it’s not that you disliked swimming, you actually really enjoyed it and would usually go to your cousins over the summer so you could swim alone. 

You’d even go to the lake, but your best friend decided this was the year he wanted to throw a pool party. Which usually was so easy to skip. 

You always found a good excuse not to go. This year though was different. You started dating one Eddie Munson earlier this year. You loved him. 

You hadn’t quite said it to him yet, but everyone could see just how obsessed you were with him. He was just as obsessed with you so it worked out. 

Thing you weren’t particularly obsessed with was the way you looked. Your body wasn’t something you were always proud of. 

It made you cringe anytime you had to look into the mirror. Eddie always reassured you that he loved your body and you had been working on your self confidence, but it was hard.

Especially because there was absolutely no way to escape Steve’s party. Eddie had been the one who said he kinda wanted to go. Steve promised it would just be the gang and the kids.

You had no excuse to not say no and you wanted your boyfriend to be happy not knowing his ulterior was to just to see you in a bathing suit. 

Eddie never wanted to pressure you or make you uncomfortable but anytime you slept over and decided to wear shorts to sleep he struggled not to just grind into you. 

This led you to your current predicament.

“Come on I’m sure you look great!” Robin called out while sitting with Nancy. You had asked them to come with you swimsuit shopping not wanting to bring Eddie.

You walked out wearing a simple high waisted bikini grumbling a bit. Nancy smiled happily, “You look great.”

“You look hot.” Robin’s eyes widened at her words as Nancy chuckled. You grinned a bit feeling a bit better while looking in the mirror.

“You sure it doesn’t look weird?”

“No. You look great scouts honor.” You smiled deciding to choose this simple black high waisted bikini. 

Going home, you sighed laying in bed jumping as the door to your trailer opened. Eddie shot you a grin as he moved to you dropping on the bed for you.

“Hello my love.” You smiled as he turned to you giving you a quick kiss. “I told you about locking your door.”

“I forgot, but I’m really happy you came in.” He hummed jabbing your ribs.

“Lucky you’re cute, but the next time you leave that door unlocked i will punish you.”

“Oh no whatever will I do.” Eddie chuckled as you sarcastically yelled out.

“How was your day? I know you went shopping which I still don’t understand why I couldn’t go-”

“My day was good and I told you I needed a girls opinion.” You cut Eddie off swatting him playfully

“So what did you buy?” 

“Clothes.” He raised an eyebrow at you questioningly.

“What kind?”

“Pool clothing.” He smirked growing a bit excited.

“Bathing suit?”

“Maybe. Guess you’ll know tomorrow at the party.” You smiled as he groaned hiding his face in your neck.

“Deal.” He kissed your cheek before pulling you close to him. “I can’t fucking wait.”

Neither could you. You were genuinely excited until you got there and the realization that you were wearing a bathing suit in front of everyone hit you. 

It’s not like you wanted to be insecure. You really had been trying but as you stared at yourself in the mirror inside of Steve’s bathroom. You were dreading walking out there.

Everything that you thought you were comfortable with suddenly seemed much worse than the day prior. Your arms looked to big to you and you grimaced seeing your thighs squished together.

Not to mention your stomach. Eddie was patiently waiting though. Everyone was, but you knew if you walked out there you’d break down and that was the last thing you wanted.

“Y/N you okay in there?” Eddie knocked on the door a bit worried.

“Uh yeah I just need a minute.” You winced as your voice cracked hoping Eddie didn’t notice.

He did.

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m okay Eddie.” As much as it pained you, you grabbed your t-shirt throwing it over yourself feeling somewhat better knowing your legs would be the only thing showing.

Eddie was about to knock on the door again when you opened it beating him to it. “Said I just needed a mins Ed’s.” 

He smiled before looking in confusion at your shirt. “No bathing suit?”

“Uh I planned on wearing a shirt over it anyways.” He hummed not believing a word from your mouth.

“Really isn’t that the shirt you planned on changing back into after we swim?”

“Oh I brought another.” You lied slightly panicking. This was the only shirt you brought. Eddie knew this as well. He watched you pack up.

“Y/N is there something you’re not telling me?” You chuckled a bit kissing his cheek.

“No of course not. C’mon I’m pretty sure Dustin is waiting for you and I planned on catching up with Robin-”

He grabbed your hand pulling you back effectively cutting you off. “Uh Eddie?..”

“Are you sure that’s not the only shirt you brought?” You nodded with a nervous smile.

“So if I check your bag I’ll see another shirt?” He teasing smiled as you grew flustered trying to think of what to say.

“Please can I borrow yours later?..” Eddie sighed pulling you to him. 

“What’s going on?” You grumbled a bit hiding your face in his chest.

“I don’t look as good as I thought okay? I’m too embarrassed to go out there and show how weird and gross look..”

“Y/N I’m pretty sure you don’t look gross.”

“Yes I do. I’m huge! Everything shows and I should’ve just got something simple not a stupid bikini! It was dumb of me to think I can pull one off!” Eddie frowned a bit at your words.

“I think you’re being too hard on yourself. You are one of the most beautiful things in this fucking world. You’re not dumb and I’m sure you look fucking amazing.”

“You say that Eddie, but I think you’d be grossed out if you had to see what I just saw.” Eddie chuckled a bit pulling you into the restroom locking the door behind him.

“Show me.”

“No-”

“Y/N show me.” You sighed raising your hands to slowly take your shirt off. Eddie’s breath hitched as you used your arms to cover your stomach nervously waiting for him to say something.

“Fuck..” He shakily released a breath seeing your body. It was taking everything in him not to just throw you on the counter. “Uh..you look..”

You grew a bit teary eyed seeing Eddie staring down at you, “Told you it looks weird-”

He pulled you into a deep kiss silencing you, “You look fucking amazing. Holy fucking shit I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard in my life.” 

You stared in slight shock at his words, “Fuck baby..I can’t let you wear this shit in front of Harrington. I’ve seen the way he looks at you and this will make him combust.”

“Steve doesn’t think of me that way-”

“No he does. I know he does. How can you think you look fucking gross? Fuck me Y/N I just wanna bend you over the counter right now..”

He kissed you again moving his lips sloppily against yours eagerly. Once he pulled away he shot you a grin as he moved his hand to your arms that covered your stomach off so he could twirl you around.

“I still don’t think I can pull this off Eddie..”

“Bikini suck anyways. I much prefer you with nothing on, but I can’t have my girl thinking she can’t pull this off when I know for a fact that no other person can look this fucking good.” 

He kissed your neck scraping his teeth against your pulse point before sucking a mark. You squirmed in his hold moaning a bit. Eddie pulled back smirking as he groped your chest.

“Such a pretty girl. You see yourself in the mirror..how can you say you don’t look good? You’re dripping in fucking sin. I’m so lucky that all of this is mine. All fucking mine.”

“Eddie..” You shakily released a breath feeling him grind into your ass. He was rock hard. Eddie groaned turning you around grabbing your thighs to lift you on the counter.

“Fuck me..I’m so in love with you. All of you Y/N..You’re a fucking knockout. Can I show you that? Please?” He kissed your jaw smiling as you eagerly nodded pulling him into a kiss away from your neck.

“Yes..wait! Is this okay here? This is Steve’s bathroom everyone is outside..”

“So just be quiet pretty girl..if you really don’t want too we won’t, but I am not letting you put that fucking shirt back on.”

You moaned at his words thrusting against him, “Okay..I’ll be quiet.” 

Eddie grinned, “I know and you know that’s near impossible for you.”

“I’ll try promise please touch me Eddie.” He nodded untying the top of your bikini.

“Never said I still wouldn’t. I don’t care if you’re loud. It’ll show fucking Harrington you’re mine.”

You laughed a bit before cursing when Eddie moved your nipple in his mouth. His hand pinching your other nipple groaning against you. 

“So fucking pretty,” You shakily released a moan as he alternated to suck the other.

“Eddie..please more..” He nodded kissing your chest moving his hand down to the front of your bikini bottoms. Eddie chuckled hearing you whine thrusting your hips against his hand.

“You want more baby?” You nodded trying to remove your bottoms. Eddie smiled grabbing the side of them jumping a bit as you grabbed his hand.

“I know what you’re thinking. Eddie I just bought this yesterday and we’re trying to make this quick you cannot rip this off.” He smiled hearing you.

“Aww c’mon it’s quicker that way-”

“But more messy!” You jumped a bit sliding it over your hips letting it pool down your legs for it to fall to the floor. Eddie grunted seeing you fully exposed sitting on the counter.

“Fuck me.” He moved to his knees spreading you apart kissing your thighs groaning as you tugged his hair making him look at you. 

“No marks on my thighs-” He cut you off moving back to bite you smirking as you moaned.

“You like when I bite you now let me eat this needy pussy.” Pouting as Eddie sucked marks on your thighs, you tensed up feeling his fingers trail up to hover your clit.

He pulled away from your thighs pushing down his hand to circle your clit. “So pretty..how can you possibly think your body is gross looking?..”

Eddie chuckled seeing you thrust wanting more. “Please Eddie! I’m sorry I said that just please stop teasing and touch me..”

How could he deny a request like that?

“Good you should be sorry saying that I’d find you gross too. I could never and will never find you gross or weird looking. You’re fucking gorgeous..” He took a deep breath seeing you clench around nothing. 

“Can’t keep teasing this pretty pussy. I need a taste.” Eddie pushed his head into your cunt immediately latching onto your clit groaning as you grabbed his hair. 

“More! Oh fuck!” He ate you like a man starved. Sloppily dragging his tongue down to your hole circling it before pushing it in. Eddie grabbed your thighs keeping you spread open and still.

“Fuck! Fuck! Eddie! Eddie!” He smirked pulling away for a second.

“Didn’t you promise to keep quiet.”

“I did but it feels so good...” You whimpered feeling Eddie tentatively lick your opening moving up your clit every so often.

“Taste like fucking candy.” He pushed two of his fingers looking in awe as you thrusted against his hand.

“Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers.” You cried out as he stood up kissing you. “As much as I wanna finish eating you up we’re on short time.”

He pushed his swim trunks down growing a bit flustered himself as you leaned forward placing chaste kisses on his chest hovering over his tattoo.

“You’re so pretty Eddie..” He chuckled grabbing your chin to stare at you.

“You’re cute.” He ran his tip along your folds tapping your clit a couple times before pushing in. You moaned gripping his shoulders hiding your face in his neck hoping to muffle your sounds.

Eddie moaned loudly as you wrapped your leg around him pushing him deeper inside of you. His balls slapped against your ass thrusting into you.

“Fuck.” He cursed feeling you tighten around him. “Fuck fuck sweetheart you’re tightening around me. This pussy needed my cock huh?”

Drool spilled from your mouth as he sped up gripping your hips tightly. Eddie grunted pulling your head out of his neck. You whimpered kissing him hoping to silence yourself. 

“You feel so good. You feel so good. I fucking love you. I don’t know how you can possibly think you’re not perfect. You are so fucking perfect..”

You moaned as he kissed your neck whining when he pulled out. He helped you off the bathroom counter turning you around to face the mirror. 

“Anytime you feel like you’re not perfect when you look in the mirror I want you to remember this. I want you to remember me destroying this tight pussy. My tight pussy. Only I can touch my pretty girl like this.”

You panted gripping the counter top struggling to keep your legs steady watching Eddie in the mirror. “Eddie!”

“I know baby. I know baby. I got you. I won’t let you fall cum for me.” He whispered in your ear crying out himself feeling you basically suck him in. 

“Fuck fuck!” He smacked his hips hard against you the sounds resonating through the restroom. By this point you didn’t care who heard you. You just didn’t want Eddie to stop.

“Eddie! I love you! I-I-” You whined out tears falling from your eyes as you looked to him in the mirror. He was a sight.

Hair matted to his forehead neck and face strained and flushed. He was also still rock hard. Eddie grunted slamming in one more time before cumming inside of you.

“Eddie!” You cried out cumming once more as he poured his load deep in you. He continued moving slowing down to help you come down. “Fuck..”

You hummed a bit leaning down on the counter as Eddie grabbed his shirt he had taken off wetting it to clean you off. 

He grabbed your bikini top helping you put it back on tying it for you. You smiled as he he pulled your bottoms out.

“What about your shirt?”

“I actually brought two thinking you’d need one. You don’t though cause there is no way you’re covering up.” He pulled you to him by your waist kissing you deeply.

“Fucking perfect okay Y/N.”

“Okay Eddie.” You felt a bit better going out there knowing your friends wouldn’t judge you and Eddie just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you.

You still had some stuff to work on obviously just Eddie wouldn’t be enough to make your insecurities poof away, but he did help make them better.

He made you feel special. Besides when you walked out your friends weren’t judging you for your body.

“Holy shit! Were you attacked by a piranha?!” Dustin called out gaining everyone’s attention. Your eyes widened as you grabbed your throat before looking down seeing dark marks on your thighs.

Eddie smirked a bit wrapping his arm around you. “Don’t worry about Dustin! She’s fine aren’t ya?”

“Yeah I’m okay!”

“You sure that looks painful?!” Steve chuckled a bit as you nodded jumping in the pool hoping to avoid more stares. 

Robin swam to you giving you a small smile. “Told you he’d like it.”

You smiled nodded, “Yeah he did like it.”

“Maybe a bit too much.” Steve moved to you both shooting you a small smirk. You laughed glancing to see Eddie dunking Mikes head in the water.

“I’m glad he did like it.” Steve nodded shooting you a wink. 

“I can’t say I blame him-” Eddie swam up cutting off Steve dunking his head in the water.

Steve popped up complaining as Eddie grinned pulling you to him. “Mine.”

He moved close to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna have to show you my appreciation again in the van.”

You grew flustered squirming in his hold as he cradled you close. 

“Let me go Eddie!”

“Can’t help it when you look this good.”

“I look like a mess.”

“You’re all marked up by me and wearing this. You are far from a mess.” 

“Eddie..” He smiled loosening his hold so you could go if you really wanted too. You didn’t.

“I mean it okay. You look perfect.” He kissed your forehead not ashamed to show his affection for you in front of everyone.

How did you manage to get a guy like him?

[earlgreydream]

loyalty.

| golden era!wolfstar & daughter!reader | angst |

anon requested. but could you do a dad Wolfstar x daughter reader. The reader confronts her dads about how they prefer Harry and how they ignore her. It ends with wolfstar feeling bad and reader just over everyone's bs.

a/n: I altered/expanded on your request a bit, but kept the general idea. I hope you like it!

“Dad!” You called, and Sirius turned to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we have to go,” he spoke before following Remus and Harry through a corridor.

“Dad, I need you!”

Remus called an apology back before disappearing with Harry in a swirl of floo powder. You felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest, leaving you broken and alone in the Order hallway.

You loved your dads, and they loved you, but your whole life, they had prioritized their godson, Harry Potter over you. You were repeatedly left and forgotten, even after your biological father escaped from Azkaban.

You always fought for attention, but Sirius and Remus often left you with a kiss on the forehead to run off, saving Harry.

Once again, you were left in the shadows, stuck at the order safe house. You fought back tears, shaking your head as you walked up the rickety stairs.

“Y/N!” Your name was called, and you walked down the hall, leaning into Fred and George’s doorway. They had been practicing magic when they heard your cries from down the hall.

The two gingers looked up at you sympathetically, and George moved over on his bed, making room for you. You walked in, your shoulders trembling as you struggled to hold yourself together.

You crawled into George’s bed beside him, burying yourself in your best friend’s arms. Fred sat behind you, laying his hands on your shoulder and side.

“They leave with Harry again?” George asked, and your weak nod was enough of an answer.

“I hate them,” you sobbed, and George squeezed you.

“You love them,” Fred reminded you.

“They love Harry more than me. Fucking golden boy.” You wept, and George let you cry in his arms.

“That’s not true, they love you so much,” George promised, and you hid your face in him.

You stayed with the twins that night, even after hearing Harry and your dads return. Muffled voices in the hallway told Sirius and Remus their daughter was safe with Fred and George, and you laid in the dark, biting back tears.

Sirius and Remus were waiting for you when you went back to your bedroom, after spending the day holed up with the Weasley twins, the only ones you felt truly cared about you.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Remus spoke gently, and you stepped back.

“You’re right. We do need to talk. Why don’t you love me as much as Harry? He’s not even your real son! You always choose him over me. All your efforts, all your attention, it all goes to him!” You exploded, and Sirius looked hurt at the accusation. Remus, as always, tried to maintain a steady patience, but even he was taken aback.

“Y/N, you know that we love you more than anyone, or anything.” Sirius knelt down in front of you, taking your hands.

“Why don’t you show it?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you swallowed down the sob that rose in your throat.

Sirius felt like his heart was going to break as he felt your pain, and saw the hurt in Remus’s eyes.

“We’re doing our best-”

“Your best isn’t enough! Not when your best is ignoring me, and acting like Harry is your only child!” You screamed at Remus.

“Y/N!” Sirius shouted, fear spiking through you. Your fathers never raised their voices at you, and you were silenced by Sirius’s sudden display of emotion. 

“Padfoot. My love, I’m so sorry we’ve hurt you. We will be better, but you must understand that we’re fighting a war. And Harry is a key piece of it, we’re fighting-” Remus spoke gently to you, but you felt patronized.

“You think I don’t know we’re in a war? I know Harry is the chosen one, and I know that you’re just trying to make James proud-”

“Keep his name out of your mouth.” Sirius’s dark eyes blazed into yours, and you ripped your hands from his. 

“Sirius.” Remus put his hand on his husband’s chest, steadying Sirius’s emotions. 

“I’ll never be enough for you. Never enough like the Potters.” You shook your head, and Harry walked in.

“Y/N, it’s not like that, your dads are doing this to protect you.” Harry defended Remus and Sirius. 

“Leave me alone, all of you. Please!” You couldn’t stand it, and Remus pulled Sirius out before he could yell at you again. Harry followed them, pulling your door closed after him. 

Your chest heaved with sobs, and you blindly opened your wardrobe. You had to leave. You didn’t belong there, in the Order.

You slipped into a black dress, and black shoes, brushing your hair out. You grabbed your wand, and slipped out the window. You grabbed a drain pipe and slid down, landing on the cobblestone street outside. The sky was dark, the sun recently set and leaving the world in the silence of the night. 

You walked far enough away that your magic wouldn’t be tracked or alert the other Order members, and you whispered a complicated transportation spell, waving your wand. 

When your eyes opened, you stood in the courtyard of Malfoy Manor, and you looked up at the large home that stretched out in front of you. Guards alerted the residence of your unannounced arrival, and you were escorted inside the dark, luxurious mansion of your estranged relatives. 

“Y/N?” A soft voice asked, and Narcissa Malfoy walked toward you. Her husband was with her, and Draco came running from behind them. 

“Y/N!” He ran to you, and you threw your arms around your cousin’s neck. Draco hugged you tightly, and you started to sob. Narcissa’s gentle hands rubbed your back, and you held Draco tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Lucius asked. 

You sat near a fireplace, tea in your hands and Draco next to you. Back at Hogwarts, the two of you had been close before your dads dragged you to the Order. 

“I needed somewhere to go. I needed you.” You answered, looking up at Narcissa and Draco.

“And the Order?”

“They probably don’t know I’m gone.” 

“We can’t have-”

“Lucius.” Narcissa interrupted.

“Please, don’t kick me out,” you begged Lucius, who looked uneasy.

“Prove your loyalty, and you have a home with us. A family who will love you.” Narcissa promised, and Draco gripped your hand. You looked him in the eyes, and he shook his head.

“Don’t make her sign her soul over to the Dark Lord. Y/N isn’t a snitch, she just needs family.” Draco defended you.

“It’s okay,” you told him, and Narcissa nodded at you. You took Lucius’s outstretched hand, and you repeated the spell back to him that burned a black snake and skull into your forearm. 

[christmic]

I love to color in the lines. I color in the lines I drew. I traced them from the bodies of the many nameless lost souls of the world. African women topless with a hut and a little silver cross inbetween their breasts, and eyes that know more paranormal in their hearts than any overweight psychic back in the states. Who bears the weight of the world on their shoulders and lifts them up mount madonna? Who writes poetry with their wife? Verse in sync. Yeah we need a new girl but Jick is too much of a simp to get his new one in on - gotta get some abstracted away CMON MAN to quote bidenism’s you got hairy legs in the pool and they stand up on end if you let her in on the poliverse too! Also R I P to the shifty clittys and lets face it brother we’re getting old and the natural state of men in our position when it comes to girls is out with the old, in with the new. Not that I’d ever do that to my WIFEI!

I agree to an extent - the second most important lesson is as you said to ‘You can whinge and whine all you want, but there are no shoulds, no should nots, and no nos. There are only the friends you come in with, and the friends you come back to.’ But the first most important is Christ is KANG! Always was and is. You can’t be an elitist and have an iPhone though, and also we have no flies they are lifelong brothers in arms - we’ve deduced it to the bay area kids are much more concerned about seeming smart they can’t do the basics later on in life like let a nice girl in on their inside world outside voice doodling club. KISS - Keep it Simple Stupid. CringeBat can’t write anything because God knows she is running and hiding and crying like season 2 of what she did to whats his name the sweet one omg I took his chick the least I can do is remember his name. Ben? No that’s her cousin right? GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE JUICE!!!!!!!

Wow so wow mom’s Bday was stelar wrapped nice nice nice nice nice nice gifts cute card we took her out stellar times, stellar times! Madonna Madonna- also I outsource wisdom when needed and Bonjo gives the hair advice(style I transcended her after living in the cities) but HAIR she taught me how to do a manbun and I need to move these large mirrors because it feels vain admiring myself so much. I’m glowing in great shape and am happy and blissed all the time. And Jick can be happy to one day! The day he chooses Love over fear, to accept everyone that didn’t grow up with a lawyer mom / engineer ‘dad’. And instead of looking down on their illiteracy he’ll learn to make real food dig real wholes and plant real plants instead of the sea of abstraction that makes up his fortune. Lauren would be so kind to give me her digits so we can mind control him away from simp life! Because the third most important lesson of the whole poliverse is a given - write everyday new new so help us God. That’s it. You can make excuses calling it toxic. You can feel the censors and the edits and the doubts and the noise of life to pull you away. But who hasn’t missed a day yet? Christmic. Who might’ve missed a day but that didn’t count? Christmic. The solution for your fears is to keep writing shadowClit. THe solution for your fears is to keep posting cringeBat. The solution for your fears is to let the girls in twoGimpHands. Then if you’re afraid they’ll read what you wrote just write a buttload more. I understand I had years of prac with poliw.at and it sometimes got me in a lot of trouble - but WORTH IT! We never have to go beyond codenames in verse.

And the other fourth most important lesson of all - stop all feeds. Feeds are for cattle. Leave zuckbook, leave plebbit, leave google, leave twatter, leave instahoe, leave toktick, leave it all. Stop all news. Stop everything. Stop looking at screens. If you’re on the screen, you’re creating at least. Stop all rectangle slave drivers. But me again my only rectangle is the bible atm. And the transition Saul to Paul experienced in his life was epic! He used to ruthlessly kill followers of Jesus until one day on the road on his horse he was blinded by a bright light and Jesus was there and asked him why he was an enemy of him. That’s maybe where the saying get off your high horse. And then Saul became Paul and went all around the empire preaching about Jesus. He was HIGH UP in the Jewish sect at the time and they hated that he started preaching about Jesus. Eventually they killed him for the same reason he used to kill people. Saul to Paul. Saul to Paul.

You can’t not be influenced, so it’s up to you. Do you want to make God smile in your thoughts in actions? Or do you want to feel naked? Schizo hobos will say how dangerous society became when the people stopped doing their holy homework. Bunch of headless chickens bouncing from distraction to distraciton pretending they aren’t one day going to die and meet their maker. It’s only in the brain! HA! I’ve experienced God in a loud direct sense and in many subtle senses to the point it’s not belief, it’s fact. You can escape God if you like, but it’s not as cool as you think. Separation from God is not something I’d wish on anyone. But hey the harder you push, the harder he’ll pull. I was influenced

Starts: I love to color in the lines

Ends: I was influenced