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glazedyam · 7 months

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Mina FLUFF Alphabet

Wc: 1.35k

Warnings: Mentions of a dominant side (???) (that shameless self promo tho)

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Mina likes gaming with her girlfriend, especially co-op games like Minecraft and Stardew Valley. She enjoys the more open world type of games, as well as role playing games and visual novels. She loves to spend time playing these games with you, making fun of the cheesy dialogues, the characters you both hate… It’s all just a fun experience for both of you.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Your hands. How fast they move while you’re playing is amazing, and of course she loves to hold them and feel their warmth and softness.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

She’s not good at comforting people, since she has never been good at comforting herself, as she usually suffers from anxiety, but she has learned that the best way to comfort you is to be by your side and remind you how much she loves you.

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

Married and without children. I don’t see her wanting kids. She would like to live her youth with you and then settle down once she’s made a career and a successful woman out of herself.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

She’s the dominant one for sure. She just loves feeling like for once she has control over something.

If you want to see more of Mina’s “dominant side” ;), check out her NSFW Alphabet in my profile. (LOL SHAMELESS SELF PROMO)

F-Fun (what do they do for fun with their s/o? what’s their idea of a fun day out?)

I already mentioned gaming but I think Mina is into the more classical and refined things in life, like going to the ballet, a fancy restaurant… She just wants to treat you right and show you she can be a cultured woman.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

She’s so grateful you’re in her life… It’s so unreal to her, sometimes, when she wakes up in the morning and has you by her side, she feels her heart swelling with content, and she hugs you close to her chest.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

She shares most things with you, not everything, since she’s afraid you’ll judge her, but she tries to be as honest as possible.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

If you’re extroverted, you changed her in the sense that you showed her that her shyness is something she doesn’t have to overcome but bear with it.

If you’re introverted you showed her that she doesn’t have to be in control all the time, and that she can take time for herself.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Mina doesn’t get jealous like people normally get jealous, she goes through different stages of emotions beforehand: first, she gets depressed at the thought of someone making you happier; second, she gets angry at herself, and begins critiquing every single fiber of her being; third, jealousy sets in, and her dominant side gets the best of her and she has to remind you you’re hers.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).

Mina’s kisses are soft and filled with love.

Your first kiss was awkward, filled with anxious thoughts of “what if she doesn’t like me like that?” “What if I ruin our friendship?” “What if she thinks I’m disgusting?” and since you weren’t taking the lead, Mina decided not to wait anymore and went in for the kiss.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

I feel like Mina would confess in a pretty conventional way, by giving you flowers with a note on them, by writing you a letter or a song.

M-Mornings (what’s it like waking up with them? do they sleep late or wake up before the sun rises?)

Like I said before, Mina feels so fortunate that she gets to wake up with you by her side in the mornings, but how about how you feel? Well, Mina sleeps pretty late, she stays up on her computer or on her phone, but when she goes to sleep with you she huddles closer and you can feel her warmth hitting you.

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

The classic: babe.

P-PDA (how are they with PDA? is it fun to them or are they more reserved with their affection?)

Mina isn’t into PDA, since she’s shy and anxious. Please be patient with her !!! she loves you but she just doesn’t like to demonstrate her love in public.

Q-Quirk (some random thing they do when they’re with you for no reason in particular)

She likes to smell you. It’s weird, I know, but please don’t make her feel bad about it. She just loves your scent.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Mina is a romantic at heart. She enjoys treating you right, and by right I mean taking you out to a fancy restaurant, to the ballet, to the opera if that’s what you’d like, to the theater, you get me, she’s rather cliché in that aspect.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

Yes! Mina is very supportive of your goals. She wants to see you succeed and be happy, so she’ll be there along the way to be with you.

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship or do they prefer a certain routine?)

She prefers the routine. Lazy days where you order take-out and watch TV, nights where you stay up late (or never go to sleep) playing games, and video calls despite being in the same house just in a different room… just doing stuff you guys love is enough.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Mina wants to know you like the palm of her hand. That’s how well she wants to get to know you. She loves to pay attention to intricate details of what you do and how you do it, that’s why she likes your hands so much, because she gets to observe you doing things.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?).

Very important. She loves you and wants you to be happy.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?),

You see in Minecraft where there’s the typical “one goes to get the resources, one builds the house” well, Mina is both, she gets the resources and builds you a house so you can concentrate on picking flowers and feeding animals.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

She’s 100% a cuddlebug. She just wants to feel your comforting warmth at all times ☹️is that too much to ask? So be a good girlfriend and go cuddle her!!

Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

She’s not whiny, as other members would be, but she can get sad and depressed when she’s busy with work and she misses you. She wants to be with you, but understands that she needs to work and make a living.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Hmm, yes to great lengths, for example: if her parents don’t approve of you, she’ll fight for you! If distance separates you, she’ll call you everyday or every night and talk to you as much as she can!

😳 I’m getting butterflies thinking about Mina fighting for me, so we might get fic of that soon. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed it! Even if it's crappy ;_;

#twice #fem reader #x reader #twice mina #mina myoui x reader #myoui mina x reader #sharon myoui

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june-again · 3 years

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hi!! saw this post on the recommended page and can i just say that i relate so much the struggle is actually insane like pls appreciate the longer fics 😭

AHH yeah I know a lot of creators can relate to that like,, auugh yes I did work hard on making those headcanons enjoyable to read but compared to my 11k series i literally could not give less of a guacnugget

#elk's asks #YOUR BLOG IS SO PRETTY HI #BRB LEMME BINGE YOUR STUFF #INCLUDING YOUR LONGER FICS JAHHAJAH #pls my heart swells when someone reads sweet hypocrite or spot on or reminder etc #this is a shameless self promo #yepe #i might write another long fic keep ur eyeses outsies #jhbsndgdg

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markswhore · 3 years

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Precious

pairing: fiance!mark x reader

genre: smut + fluff? towards the end?

requested?: yes

warnings: breeding kink, dirty talk.

a/n: not proofread so look past the typos and grammatical errors. happy reading!!

also, shameless self-promo but if you're interested, you can check out my other works here <3

with your pussy stretched wide open on fiance!mark's dick, you are a babbling mess. "right th- right there," you wail, voice close to breaking.

"yeah?" he pushes in harder and you swear you're starting to see white.

you thrust up, trying to match his pace and the action makes your tits jiggle. he reaches up to grab your breast, thumb grazing over your hardened nipple and you gasp.

"so sensitive," he unexpectedly pinches the bud and you let out a whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"they'll be sore by the time i'm done with you," he pistons his hips harder and you let the whine turn into a moan.

the bed creaks and the headboard starts hitting against the wall as he lets out a groan. "when i get you pregnant- fuck you full of my cum, these will be fucking swollen."

unable to speak, you mewl, clenching around him at his filthy words- "yeah, you like that? tell me you want it."

"mark, please," thrashing, you arch your back, "i want it so bad, baby."

he bites his lip at the sight of you begging under him and as per your request, snaps his hips fucking your wet heat harder and faster.

"that's my doll," he praises, "letting me have my way with her pretty pussy."

you feel your orgasm approaching as your legs quiver under his unforgiving pace and you can tell he was close as well. with strands of hair sticking onto his forehead, his voice wavers and his huge length throbs inside you as he continues to fuck you brutally.

"everyone will know you're fucking mine," he lowers himself to kiss your jaw and nibbles on your neck. "they'll know how you were so needy, so desperate for my cock that-" he rolls his hips, kissing behind your ear, "-that you spread your legs for me and let- let me fuck you raw."

you whimper, pressing your chest against his as he continues to press wet, messy kisses on your neck and shoulder. "i'm gonna fuck you so full of my cum, it's going to dripping out of your cunt for days," he grinds his hips into you.

you mewl into his mouth and your bud pulsates at the sudden contact of his pelvis on your clit. you spread your thighs wider for him and he growls, pounding into you relentlessly, "shit- i'm gonna fill you up to the brink."

as you're on the edge of both your sanity and climax, you helplessly clench around him and thrust up to fuck yourself on his length.

"gonna leave this pretty little pussy all wet and messy," he pants and you can't help tighten your grip on the sheets underneath you.

he moves his fingers to your engorged nub and rubs it in circles. the action sends a familiar warmth rushing through your body and you cum, thrashing under his hold.

you clench and unclench around him, tugging on his hair and he follows soon after, the tightness of your pussy making it difficult for him to hold back. you feel his cum reach deep inside your cunt and moan at the warmth against your wet walls.

mark shuts his eyes, groaning and letting out curses as you continue to milk him dry; he places his head on your chest and grunts.

you let out a tired giggle, scrunching your nose, when he bends lower to press a kiss on your stomach. running your fingers through his hair, you tug on it to pull him close to your mouth and he flashes a beautiful smile, looking at you with constellations in his eyes. he leans down to press his lips on yours and you feel your heart swell in happiness and content as he smiles into the kiss.

you cannot wait to spend the rest of your life with someone so precious.

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searchingwardrobes · 4 years

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Self-Promo Sunday

When I wrote this, I never expected it to get much attention. After all, it was 95% my expression of love for a Disney cartoon that isn’t most people’s favorite. I was amazed to discover that I wasn’t alone in being a huge fan of Lady & the Tramp, and I was even more amazed that people actually liked this little 1,100 word fic. And this is a pretty good time for some pure, unadulterated fluff, right?

Summary: No matter how long Emma lived in Storybrooke, she knew she would never get used to discovering that yet another character was real. So the day she came home to find Killian and Henry scratching behind the ears of a beautiful, golden cocker spaniel, she wasn't prepared in the least for everything that followed. Aka a silly little drabble about another Disney cartoon coming to life in Storybrooke.

Rated G for fluffy fluffiness of the fluffiest kind

Also on Ao3

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No matter how long Emma lived in Storybrooke, she knew she would never get used to discovering that yet another character was real. So the day she came home to find Killian and Henry scratching behind the ears of a beautiful, golden cocker spaniel, she wasn’t prepared in the least for everything that followed.

“Her name’s Lady, Mom,” Henry informed her as he bent down to kiss her furry head.

“Real original, kid,” she quipped as she knelt down to stroke the dog’s silky fur.

“No, Mom, seriously. I didn’t name her.”

“The lad’s right,” Killian put in, “look at her tag, Swan.”

Emma checked, and sure enough . . .

“You have got to be kidding me.” First Pongo, and now this?

“Poor thing had a muzzle on too when we found her,” Killian continued with a frown, “I couldn’t get it off, so I had to use my hook to slice the strap. She seemed grateful and has been a sweet little thing ever since.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at Henry who shrugged. No need to tell Killian he had taken the place of a beaver in this particular tale.

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Since the dog had a tag, Emma at first thought finding her owners would be easy. Unfortunately the tag only listed the dog’s name, and a trip to the vet proved unhelpful. She had a rabies tag that was current, but it wasn’t in the system for some reason, and she had no ID chip.

“Well,” Henry shrugged, “guess she’ll have to stay with us then.”

Emma could tell that her boys were already in love with the pooch (and Emma had to admit Lady’s demeanor lived up to her name), so she quickly clarified, “Temporarily. Until we find her owners.”

When they got home, the three of them made several posters to hang around town. Emma joked that they should look in the Storybrooke phone book for a listing for Jim Dear and Darling, but Henry very seriously replied that their names were probably changed with the curse.

What even was her life?

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That night, Killian made a bed of old blankets from the Jolly Roger in the corner of the laundry room for the dog. She was house trained, so newspapers were unnecessary. Still, Emma chuckled.

“What love?” Killian protested. “This is a perfectly acceptable bed for a dog.”

Emma laughed again and shook her head, “It’s not that, babe, I just know for a fact she’s going to end up in our bed.”

“Nonsense, you must set firm boundaries to let the dog know you are in charge,” Killian argued. His penchant for order leftover from his naval days still took her by surprise at times. “Besides, why are you so positive?”

“I’ve seen the movie.”

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Sure enough, four hours later, after pathetic whimpering and flat-out howling, Killian was depositing the bundle of golden fur at the foot of their bed.

“Just for this one night,” he told her.

Emma snorted, “Yeah, right.”

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Weeks went by with no potential Jim Dear and Darling. Lady inserted herself into their little family and, eventually, into Emma’s heart. Her love for the animal, however, did nothing to abate her shock every time Lady emulated the movie she had apparently stepped out of. She woke them every morning, even nudging Killian’s slippers onto his feet. She fetched the Storybrooke Mirror each morning, all of the bad news amazingly ripped out by her teeth or claws. Lady even had a love for coffee and a donut, which Emma snuck into her bowl when Killian wasn’t looking. Emma’s jaw dropped the first time the dog daintily dipped her donut in the coffee. But the biggest shock came the day Emma looked through the window above the kitchen sink to find Lady in the back yard with a Scottish terrier and a bloodhound. If Emma didn’t know any better, she would swear they were having a conversation.

She dropped her coffee mug, which cracked in pieces when it hit the sink.

Emma moved to make herself another cup of coffee when it suddenly occurred to her that maybe she and Killian were Jim Dear and Darling. She reviewed the plot of the movie in her mind and suddenly gasped, breaking her second coffee mug of the morning.

She went straight to Dark Star Pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test.

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Killian seemed confused that night when Emma not only wanted a movie night, but a cartoon at that. It was usually something they did with Henry, and he was at Regina’s for the week.

“I know how much you’ve come to love our four-legged family member,” Emma explained. “Don’t you want to know her story?”

Killian smiled in agreement at that, snuggling up on the couch with whom he had taken to calling his “two favorite blondes.” When the movie ended, Emma dropped her bomb casually.

“I hope our Lady deals with the new baby a little better.”

First Killian’s jaw dropped.

Then he kissed her, accidentally shoving Lady off the end of the couch.

And so it began.

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Emma was nine months pregnant before Tramp made his appearance. Killian in dog form, she loved to say. She never knew dogs could swagger. Or smirk, but she swore this one could. It was obvious that Tramp (no tags of course, and skittish of humans) was smitten with Lady from the start. Little Miss Princess, on the other hand, played hard to get, turning up her nose and swinging her long, silky ears. It was rather comical, actually. Like their own love story: canine version.

It wasn’t until the baby actually came that something else occurred to both of them. They locked eyes before getting out of the bug, and both knew what the other was thinking. Killian was unnaturally nervous whenever Smee came around asking to hold baby Charlie, which hurt the poor man’s feelings. And Emma knew nightmares about a rat attacking a baby were neither normal nor healthy.

Charlie had only been home three days when they called an exterminator.

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Neither of them could pinpoint exactly when it was that Lady warmed up to Tramp, but it happened (and without slurping spaghetti kisses or meatball nudges). Then Lady started acting sluggish, and her abdomen swelled, and soon the Jones home was graced with a litter of four puppies: three girls who looked just like their mother, and one exuberant boy who looked just like his father (who had long ago warmed up to this particular family of humans).

And Emma and Killian, the lost girl and boy that they were, kept every single one.

#cs ff #cs ficlet #fluff #fluff and dogs #lady and the tramp #cs domestic fluff #self promo sunday

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years

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Ok but Magnus in Alec's Lap is my favorite thing and I want you to write about and please add Magnus being bad or something like disobeying Alec

oh shit can’t believe you just posted self promo bait buddy would you look at that i happen to have written a brat tamer alec fic with that disobeying prompt so uwu guess ull have to read and comment on that now

look brat tamer alec is just a- canon and b- canon. you can’t tell me that the guy who reacted to magnus simply flirting with him when he told him not to by shoving him against a pillar and making out with him and then ordering him to the bedroom doesn’t go all fucking dom mode when magnus is bratty. it’s just canon

and while magnus isn’t exactly A Brat in the sense of being turned on by defying, he is more than willing to because he knows it’s the easiest way to drive alec wild and make him be that particular kind of rough that he wants sometimes - not that alec is ever not loving and careful but you know. he’s not exactly shoving magnus against pillars every day, even if he wants to. to make him do it, being bratty is the way to go. also, it’s not exactly hard to be bratty, since they are constantly bantering anyway. he’s just... doing it with a specific purpose in mind. and that is valid of him

anyway... dunno if that counts as magnus in alec’s lap for you but i sure do love magnus bent over his lap, definitely blindfolded (both because i love it and because @reluctant-bi‘s beautiful fanart put me in a mood) and with his hands tied behind his back....... and magnus is probably expecting a spanking which boy he definitely does want and has started this whole thing with the specific purpose of getting.... which alec knows and that’s exactly why he isn’t going to give it to him (yet). but he warms him up, running those big hands over magnus’ ass, and it already feels way too good because magnus is sensitive and he’s been craving this, okay. but after a long time warming up until magnus is kind of squirming and almost begging for alec to start, please, on edge because he doesn’t know when alec’ll strike, alec starts running his fingers across his labia instead

and ok im pretty sure i’ve already talked about this concept before at some point but idc because i love it. magnus in alec’s lap, tied up, blindfolded, warmed up and ready for a spanking he didn’t get yet, having alec just... slowly and almost assessingly trace his (slightly swelled up, wet, throbbing) pussy in that intense and endlessly patient way that he does, and magnus just breaks and starts begging alec to please fuck him for real, doing the best he can to grind up and try to get some more, alec’s fingers inside of him, anything

but of course, he doesn’t get to beg for anything when he already disobeyed alec and is waiting for his punishment, does he? so he’s just like this, on edge, moaning and whining desperately, as alec traces around his pussy and tells him in that amazingly condescending tone that he’s so needy, look at the way it twitches when alec touches it. it’s such a shame that a pretty little toy like this keeps testing his patience, because he’d want nothing more than to fuck this beautiful pussy, but magnus hasn’t earned it

and eventually magnus does get his spanking and some nice good fingering while still on alec’s lap, with lots of edging until he’s basically incoherent, before alec fucks him for real and lets him come to his heart’s content

#ask #valiantphantombeliever #bottom magnus bane #sub magnus bane #smut #malec smut #trans magnus smut #sh #is it just me or is the desktop version showing this as if the ask is part of the text but the mobile isn't #and when i try to edit even on desktop it shows the ask normally again #i hate this website #almost wrote webshite by accident and actually yeah

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snowbellewells · 4 years

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Self Promo Sunday: “The Simplest Touch”

Today’s selection is an older one shot I wrote during 3b, back when Emma was still fighting hard against that attraction and connection she definitely felt with her pirate, still not sure she wanted to make the strange little town of Storybrooke (and all that came with it) her permanent home. There all of these beautiful little quiet moments between CS in that stretch of the show, and particularly in 3x18 - that almost-touch of Killian’s hand at Emma’s back! - which really prompted this. It’s pretty much canon compliant up to that point as well.

The reason I’ve truly chosen it for this Sunday’s Self-Promo though is that I shamelessly want to show all of you and sing the praises of the fic art to accompany it that was made for my this week by @searchingwardrobes. <3 Thank you so much for this lovely story cover art Melanie! I’m so flattered at the thought and how wonderfully it fits the story I had in mind.

Summary: In the moments between scenes in 3x18's "Bleeding Through" there is more brewing under the surface for Emma and her pirate than they yet know how to express...

Notes: This little one shot fits right into show canon during episode 3x18, and more than being divergent or AU, it’s missing moments in a way - or at least, it’s the thoughts and feelings behind some of the quieter, tiny moments we saw onscreen. I was attempting some stylistic things in this, and to switch from Emma to Killian’s point of view at various moments in that episode. I still think the result turned out pretty well. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

"The Simplest Touch"

by: @snowbellewells

He acts as though he is cursed.

Emma Swan doesn't understand what has changed in the pirate captain, but something is different. His eyes haven't twinkled mischievously at her these last few days, and she suddenly realizes how much she liked the playful attention, how it made her cheeks flush and her heart beat fast, even as she rolled her eyes and pushed him away. His innuendos are missing from their most recent interactions, and though Emma did nothing to encourage his outrageous attentions when he was lobbing them at her constantly, she feels strangely bereft now that they are gone. When he does toss her a line now, it feels empty without the lascivious heat and intent, and she comes close to begging Hook to tell her what is wrong, what has changed…why he no longer seems to want her.

Thinking back over the past week, Emma cannot come up with any new disagreements they have had, insults or slights directed at Hook. There is no way for her to question him the way she wants without revealing just how much she really cares, how much he does mean to her. Instead, she practices her magic, making sure she can protect him – and all of those she loves – prompts and playfully needles him while trying not to let his blackened mood and purposeful distance sting…and she hopefully watches and waits.

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She touches his stump as if it is the most normal thing in the world.

It nearly steals his breath, heat rising unbidden within him at the sensation of her fingers lightly gripping the leather that covers his violently truncated wrist. So many years – literal ages – have passed since anyone made to hold what was once his left hand, and the sensation of warmth and comfort would risk bringing him to his knees if he were not already seated at Regina's table. Most avoid getting anywhere near his left arm, and especially the prosthetic hook and brace, but his Swan has surprised him once again and claimed even more of his affection.

Killian Jones, notorious pirate captain and erstwhile villain of the realms, is holding his breath at the mere pressure of a lost princess's fingers, but he cannot help the reaction. For one horrified second, he had wanted to shy away from her, pull his arm from her grasp for fear she would make contact with the amputated limb and show disgust, but he had held himself steady, and now he is praying that she doesn't let go. Emma prompts inexplicable reactions within him: thaws parts of him long frozen in hatred and anger and makes him want to feel. Her simplest touch can do things to him that the most powerful magician surely could not accomplish. This though, is new and even more intimate. Her gentle clasp around his brace, that he swears he can feel completely even through the heavy leather, shows no fear, no horror or repulsion, and speaks to him of nothing more than pure, blessed acceptance. His devotion to her swells even higher – when he could have sworn he would never be able to love her more than he already did.

Her fingers clasp just a bit tighter, holding on that tiniest bit more firmly, almost as though she wants to stroke his skin. Her eyes lift from where they have followed her fingers' movements to meet his gaze. She gives him a wavering half-smile, in spite of the chaos and dead witch summoning about to begin, nods to him slightly, and he simply knows. They are in this together now, and they will be from now on…

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He had nearly guided her down the stairs with a hand at the small of her back.

Emma sucks in a sharp breath at the tingling sensation he causes with his good hand wavering just shy of touching her until he snatches it away. Whatever has been troubling Hook is still present; he retreats just before making physical contact, and it has the effect of making Emma feel starved for his touch. She doesn't understand the reversal that seems to have taken place; her following him, being drawn to him, and Hook pulling away from her, but he seems to have decided he is some sort of poison – a threat – the way he so studiously avoids contact when always before he has been creeping into her personal space.

They are preparing to leave Regina's after the failed séance, to make another patrol seeking signs of the Wicked Witch. She wants to pull him after her, drag him off into the woods where they can find some true privacy, not be overheard, and she can demand that he explain what is troubling him. The near-touch was tantalizing enough in its assumed closeness and almost possessive nature. The pirate captain, for all his dangerous rebel tendencies, is an old-fashioned gentleman when all is said and done. The chivalry in his nature still sometimes steals the breath of a formerly unwanted, ignored, orphan Lost Girl. Moments like this one, where they are about to go out seeking danger again, show her anew that he is right here at her back, intending to guard it with all that he has.

She brushes her hair back impatiently from her face, stealing a quick glance over her shoulder at Hook before turning again to precede him down the steps. There are too many words she wants to say to him for the company they have and the task they are attempting, but she wants him to know that she is onto him, she sees what he is doing, and she wants to help. He wouldn't allow her to be alone in a world of lies, and so now she won't let him drown in whatever lie he is determinedly keeping.

Her skin burns with longing for the touch he almost gave unthinkingly, and then robbed them both of. She is not accustomed to letting someone else take care of her; it is a concession, a weakness that has always made her distinctly uncomfortable. Wanting to allow him so much of her now is both frightening and a long-awaited relief. They will fix whatever has been marred – she will not leave him alone until he tells her his secret – so that she has the chance to experience how good letting him in could be.

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Killian knows that he has been cursed.

If he had thought there was any loophole, any way to lessen the pain for what has been lost, he sees now that those were vain hopes.

He watches Emma darkly as he broods in his seat at one of the booths in Granny's Diner. She seems so light, so happy, since she has just made a mug of cocoa with cinnamon appear before her at the counter, and he wants to smile, to chuckle along with her, and celebrate her unparalleled brilliance when she magically makes it disappear and reappear in front of him. He does not wish to darken her mood or spoil her moment, but he cannot bring much joy to the surface either.

Cringing at himself, Killian wants to stab his hook into his own chest when he snaps at her for playfully stealing the weapon with her powers. The mischievous light in her eyes flickers fitfully, and she stops teasing him, lowering into the other bench at his claimed table. She starts to reach out, to take his hand, and he wants so badly to meet her halfway, to pull her close, to rain kisses all over her face and tell her everything. Knowing that he can do neither seems almost too cruel to bear, but he cannot give in. The risk is too great; he will not have anyone else he loves hurt because he fails them.

Something in Emma's expression makes him think she knows, or has guessed, more than he realized, and he lets himself dare to hope that she understands his fear. She cocks her head, raising an eyebrow at him curiously and blowing out a tense breath. Finally, she comes out and asks him beseechingly what is wrong. He leans forward, literally biting his tongue so as not to let it all pour from him in a rush.

Then Belle is there interrupting breathlessly, and Emma snaps back to attention, a true leader through and through. He cannot help watching her in awe, drawn to stay near her; despite the pain it causes, he cannot separate from her. He watches her make up her mind and stand from the table. Following her, he cannot help believing in this tough, street smart princess, and hoping that there may still be a cure for Killian Jones – a chance for redemption at the touch of Emma Swan.

#self promo sunday #cs one shot #ouat 3b missing moments ff #the simplest touch #cs canon compliant #gorgeous cs fic art #thank you a million @searchingwardrobes

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Silent storytelling returns!!

Cas is visually “perched” on Dean’s left shoulder, looking on despite the raw marital discord they’re experiencing...despite Dean’s hopeless thoughts of their absent free will.

In the face of everything God exploited, Cas is BEYOND adamant to tell his spouse, with conviction, that what they have — who they are together — is real. They’ll find a way. *clutches chest in PRIDE at Cas’ extremely humanized self-awareness*

As in all good, complex storytelling, the storm must pass first. These two still aren’t on the same page *rips hair out* (but there was significant progress—hell, the D/C school scene in itself was something I was looking forward to!! Dean FINALLY used his words, verbalizing that he was mad at Chuck, at all of it. They were guinea pigs. The very scene itself enforced nothing else except their powerful friendship, which, after a nearly-decade long amalgamation of rich romance tropes, runs much deeper than platonic relations...encapsulates hot domestic, angsty, classically archetypal spousal tension, plus the ambient swell of orchestral music as per usual. GAH.)

Dean and Cas haven’t mended their differences, friends. Their conjoined arc is coming to the narrative forefront again. In other words, pretty important things are on the horizon, and again I do expect the tension to keep mounting from this point onwards—it’s quite incredible how Dean and Cas’ interpersonal relationship continues to stretch and stretch, then snap back into place!! We’re coming full circle. *swims in cyclism*

Basically, this episode was an INTERESTING visual goldmine/visual narrative in terms of character pairings:

Rowena and Cas positioned in the frame behind their respective partners (platonic or potentially non-platonic Sam/Rowena continuing to mirror Dean/Cas as a separate unit again, carrying over from S14). Then next week’s BERENS-TRADEMARK EMOTIVE promo just punched me in the gut because we shall see if Sam is really “willing to let the world die so [Rowena] can live”.

I have to say, I got a bit emotional at the sight of this: heartbroken Sam refusing to accept whatever Rowena chooses to do (for the good of humanity). She integrated herself into the Winchesters’ found family, forging meaningful bonds, humanized and freely autonomous, after living out a lonely, unfulfilled life of lost purpose and misguided self-concept. At the end of it all, Rowena chose allyship. She chose to embody human bravery. She did it all for the Winchesters. Sound (at least) familiar?

Over and over again, canon reconsolidates the suffering (and the intimate, romantic, sweet joy) of Human/Supernatural dynamics and the obstacle of duality, especially when it comes to Cas’ ever-dualistic nature as angel and Found human. What is the last straw (alongside long-standing fatherly issues) that causes Cas to break it off? To walk away from the Winchesters (Dean) in the upcoming weeks, dissolve his headspace, and mentally deconstruct/reconcile what he currently thinks (his ideals are) with what he used to think?

My lord. I can’t wait to watch the extent of Berens & Co’s narrative progress for TFW/Destiel’s endgames.

Gird y’alls loins.

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Boundaries (s.m)

A/N: Hello! This is part one of hopefully what will be a series!! First time writing Shawn and not 5sos so lol here we go. Hope you guys love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make sure to check to check our 5sos account https://5sauceprefs.tumblr.com/

Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Swearing Summary: Y/N is a producer for The Late Late Show With James Corden. It’s time to prepare for Shawn Mendes Week and Y/N has to not only produce and organise the promotion but also has to remember Y/N’s professional boundaries for the ridiculously cheeky and good-looking client. Slow burner!

“Order for Y/N!” The barrister’s blood shot eyes acknowledge you. His stoned look doesn’t change as you thank him for the two lattes. Just what you needed for this semi-cold, LA morning. Or any morning really, if you’re being honest; coffee is everything. As soon as you grab the two coffee cups you feel your soul returning to your body.

“Quick, Y/N! I don’t want to be late,” your best friend, and work partner, Gianna was bouncing up and down, grinning widely at you. You laughed and handed her a coffee. She took it and raised an eyebrow at your silence. “Are you nervous?” She asked you. The question alone made your heart beat faster.

“I’m very nervous,” you insisted, trying to calm yourself down by not thinking about work this morning.

“Okay, I’m actually going to have to nervous poo,” she said as you walked over to the sugar station. You laughed again, shaking your head at your best friend. However, you couldn’t say that you weren’t feeling nervous for today’s work. Ever since you had woken up a group of butterflies had been flying around your stomach. At least it was sunny here in Los Angeles; the sun always puts you in a good mood.

“Same here, do you think he’ll be nice?” You asked. Gi stirred her coffee, her lips pursed and moving side to side as she thought about it.

“I mean, you and I both know that a lot of celebrities aren’t the same as they are on TV,” she said, giving you a look. You nodded, knowing what she meant all too well. As the head producers of The Late Late Show with James Corden, you’d had your fair share of rude celebrities who seemed to be so nice on TV. They all had their weird requests and didn’t want anything to do with you or Giana; the people that literally ran the show that was promoting them. But, as soon as the cameras turned on, their charming personalities were back and they were wooing audiences around the world.

“Isn’t Shawn Canadian; they’re all nice,” Gi winked, interrupting your thoughts, and held the door open for you as you both left the café. You laughed at the stereotype, shaking your head as you walked out and were welcomed with a cool breeze, clinging to your coffee cup harder, unsure if it was due to nerves or the cold.

“I hope you’re right,” You said, sipping your coffee to calm your nerves. You headed to your company car; a black Range Rover of course. The only car James wanted anyone using ever since the Carpool Karaoke became so famous.

You turned the car on and as if the timing couldn’t have been more impeccable, Shawn Mendes’ new song In My Blood was playing on the radio.

“Well, that’s fucking weird,” You chuckled as you reversed out of the park.

Shawn Mendes, one of the biggest pop stars in the world currently, was just about to release his new self-titled album. In order for it to be promoted even further than it was, in two weeks’ time it was Shawn Mendes Week on Late Late. Whilst you’d had quite a few famous celebrities on your show, Shawn was probably one of the biggest yet; he was going to bring in lots of younger viewers for the live show and definitely increase both your social media and YouTube platforms. It’s supposed to be an exciting week, but all you feel are nerves. You and Giana always get nervous before meeting new guests, but this time it’s multiplied simply because he’s your age. It’s always easier dealing with people you have nothing in common with, especially the older ones.

“I’d definitely go there,” Gi said, bringing you from your thoughts. You laughed as she raised her eyebrows at you suggestively. You pulled out of the car park and headed towards CBS Television City, your absolute favourite place in all of LA. Was it sad that work was your favourite place? Probably.

“He is cute,” You admitted and Gi held a hand over her chest, mocking offence to your comment.

“Cute? He’s fucking gorgeous,” she cried as you neared the studio. It wasn’t far from the cafe, and it was also pretty much near the middle of Los Angeles, even though the “middle” was basically the coast because of Santa Monica. You pulled into the boom gates, you flashed security and ID card and were soon travelling down the all too familiar carpark to prepare for a big day of work.

“Do I look okay?” Gi asked for the thousandth time and you gave her the thumbs up, putting the car into park. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a high ponytail, and she was dressed in gingham trousers and a white blouse. You were basically the same, hair pulled back into a bun, with a white blouse speckled with blue flowers that you’d borrowed from Gi, and white trousers. You were dressed to impress. Literally.

“We have to be professional. Keep it in your pants,” you joked.

“No promises, Shawn is a Godsent,” Gi winked as you walked into the CBS building.

“I’m thinking; we start with the simple monologue but Shawn does it to make it funny. It worked with Justin.”

“Honestly, James, you’re so predictable,” you call as Gi and you enter into the main stage. It’s not the largest studio in the CBS area, but it does the trick. The main stage is average; only around ten rows of seats inclining. There’s a second level of seats but there’s only a few rows as well. It’s always weird when the seats are empty and it’s just you guys doing the behind the scenes work. The main man turns around, a grin plastered on his face.

“Aren’t I just glad to see you two!” He cheered. James is the best host to work with. Ever. His charisma doesn’t change from filming to in person; he’s always nice and cheery. It’s what made going to work so exciting for Giana and yourself.

“We’ll give you the monologue but we printed out how Shawn’s week is going to go anyways,” Gi handed him a printout from her bag. You both had a lot of things to run through this and next week before you started the promo for Shawn’s album. You all had to run through all the skits, film the carpool karaoke, do what seems like one million sound checks, and now add in the comedic monologue. You could already feel your hair turning grey from stress.

“This is brilliant,” James smiled, nodding with approval.

“You came up with it, we just made the table,” you joked and he nudged you. “Okay, where is the star of the show, we need to go through this week’s events,” you clapped your hands together, looking around. There was literally no one else here as all the set up guys, the script writer, and the band had dispersed once Gi and you had entered. They knew it was serious business now.

“I think he’s in his dressing room,” James said, still admiring your time table work.

You walked over to Gi, who was on her phone texting and organising everything for today, tomorrow, probably five years from now. You and Giana were very organised. You chewed on my nails, refraining from pacing around impatiently, only hoping that you were going to get along, but if he couldn’t even do something as simple as show up to a meeting on time then you had your doubts that he would be another ‘wooer’.

“Stop stressing Y/N, you’re going to get sweat all over my blouse!” She laughed, eyes still locked on the screen. You nudged her, removing your hands from your mouth and flattening out your pants one more time. “It’s going to be fine!” She reassured you.

This was going to be a big couple of weeks. If you both got through it as successfully as you hoped, you and Gi could go up even further in your careers. The bigger the show gets, the more successful you both become as producers. You needed this to go fantastically swell. If only you could calm down first.

“Honestly, where the fuck is this guy? I’m going to have a nervous breakdown,” You threw my hands up in the air; checking the time. You were already ten minutes late into our ‘meeting’.

“Damn, I’ll have to look out for this one.” An unfamiliar, extremely Canadian voice made your stomach sink to your toes. Despite not wanting to, you turned around with a sheepish smile on your face.

You were met with a tall, handsome man (boy?), arms folded across his chest making his muscles bulge in an enticing way through his white long sleeve shirt and dark denim jacket. His chestnut eyes were lit up in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. A dark brown curl hung over his forehead but for all you cared it could have curled right out and suffocated you until you passed out because you were beyond embarrassed right now.

“Hello Shawn, welcome to The Late Late Show.” Giana cut in, stepping in front of you, allowing yourself to have a hot minute to just recollect your shit. You weren’t a perfect producer, you definitely had your moments, but never had you ever, ever swore and yelled about a client right in front of their face without meaning for them to hear. You were lucky that it had only been just a couple of people in the room otherwise there would have been trouble.

“Thanks for the friendly welcome,” Shawn broke out into a toothy grin (wow, his teeth were perfect), and stuck his hand out in front of Giana, getting introductions out of the way. Giana took a small step to the side, a queue for you to stop standing around like a dickhead and actually say something.

“I’m Y/N, and I am so sorry about that,” you could barely keep eye contact as Shawn’s big hand engulfed yours as you shook hands. He chuckled, waving his tattooed hand as if to brush it off like it was no big deal.

“I’ll make sure to be on time next time,” he playfully smiled as your cheeks blushed a deeper red. “Save you a nervous breakdown and all that.”

You tried to laugh naturally but it was more of a nervous crying sound that came out of your mouth, and honestly you were ready to claim your accumulated sick leave and go home and not return until Shawn Mendes Week was done.

“Shawn, I’ll let the girls head into the board room for our meeting but I’ll give you a quick tour around the stage, yeah?” James smiled, making eye contact with you and then Giana as if to say fix your fucking mess of a partner and then turned Shawn around to show him the studio.

You and Giana practically ran to the board room, slamming the glass door closed as you fell into a chair and let your head fall into your hands.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” You mumbled into your palms.

“Okay, so,” Giana rocked back and forth on her heels, “you need to get your shit together.” She had her producer-boss voice on and it instantly made you raise your head out of your hands. “Y/N, this isn’t our first rodeo. We’re not going to let that inhumanely good looking man out there ruin our chances of going up in the industry. We need to prove that we are worthy of bigger things, which we are.” Giana placed two hands on the table, obviously feeling her motivational talk as she looked you right in the eye.

“They’re going to walk in, you’re going to do this meeting, and you’re going to fucking crush it. Like we always do.” She gave you a stern look and knowing she meant well, you sat up, dusted yourself off, and pushed yourself out of the chair.

“We have got this,” you nodded, opening up your computer to project the timetable you both had made on to the projector screen behind you for the meeting. “But fuck, you weren’t kidding. He is sexy.” You muttered as you opened up the file.

“Thanks, I’m not a piece of meat though,” you startled as James and Shawn entered the room, James having your back again as you fucked up again. He looked quite proud of his comeback and Shawn gave you a cheeky grin as he took a seat.

Before you knew it, a whole bunch of managers, promoters, security, and random entourage were also in the room and it wasn’t just about Shawn himself anymore. It was nice having the board room full because it was where you and Giana really shined and were able to be the boss bitches you were. All previous events had gone from your mind as you flicked through the timetable, giving elaborate explanations of what the next three weeks would entail as Gi handed out printed versions. The room was nodding appreciatively, and you tried to ignore the fact that from the corner of your eye you could see Shawn leaning far back in his chair, a small and cheeky smirk on his face just daring you to make a fool out of yourself again. The chain on his neck was also reflecting in the corner of your eye, which had little to do with distracting you and making a fool out of yourself and all to do with the fact that it was fucking blinding you when it caught reflections of lights from the ceiling lights.

“Wonderfully done, girls,” James stood up as everyone prepared to leave and you sighed in relief. Despite the mess that this morning was, you had gotten through it. Thankfully, barely scathed but definitely one hundred percent embarrassed. You were definitely treating yourself to a wine and bath tonight.

You and Giana shook the hands of all the people that had been occupying the office, informing them you were looking forward to working with them.

“So, what do you think Shawn?” James asked, once everyone had left the room and it was just the four of you in here. You didn’t know if it was the fact that his necklace had been burning into your retinas and your eyes were playing tricks on you because of it, but as Shawn playfully spun around in the big chair and came to a slow stop, you swore he looked directly at you, chestnut eyes locking with yours for just one second before looking back up to James with a grin.

“I think this is going to be a very fun couple of weeks.”

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That fact that I don't know shit about music is a real shame because I want to analyze Vanya's theme with her orchestra/apocalypse suite because I'm catching bits of her theme in Apocalypse but it's warped and foreign with just a tad bit of familiarity to it.

Ooh you’re absolutely right and I could talk about it for Days. Like we initially have this dark theme that accompanies scenes where Vanya’s powers are getting out of hand, and it sort of comes to a climax in the scene where she’s locked in the vault (pretty sure we hear it when she’s yelling at Allison, and when Luther is choke-hugging her - basically all the parts when the while violin really comes out). And speaking of the vault scene, the music switches to this slower, darker version of the theme ‘homecoming’ (which plays generally in flashbacks or just around the academy, sort of like the academy’s theme I guess) but this time strings are worked through the theme as well (obv representing Vanya) and it swells into this really mournful melody during the scene where Vanya is talking to her childhood self (and I think it also plays during the flashback with Allison, I’ll have to rewatch it’s been a while), and it’s her breaking point (all of its collated in the track Vanya Locked Up).

Anyway what I absolutely love about the music in the finale is that you’re right, as Vanya starts her concert it’s just the normal melody we’ve heard her practising throughout the show, but as her power grows parts of that original theme get woven throughout with a whole string orchestra backing her this time, and then the very last part of the track Apocalypse starts the same as her theme in the vault, and then it just keeps on building - this is the part where she’s sucking the life out of her brothers and is just completely lost, and Allison’s behind her to cut it all short. I just love it all so, so much, and it’s a real shame because a lot of the soundtrack was never officially released :(

Anyways self promo I made a medley of all Vanya’s violin and orchestral tracks here check out for Feelings

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jodiwalker · 5 years

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Will I Ever Stop Being Emotional Over Ariana Grande's "thank u, next"? Seems Unlikely.

You can go ahead and tuck all your favorite diss tracks into whatever dusty receptacle holds the VHS tapes, socialized patriarchy, and Nokia phone chargers down in your basement. Because in this season of thanksgiving, Ariana Grande has given us something better than a coy, petty break-up anthem: in “thank u, next” we have been gifted with an enlightened bop of gratitude.

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As it seems to so often with people younger and wealthier than me, this all started with a tweet. Or rather, with a Saturday Night Live spot following the not-exactly-shocking dissolution of Ariana and Pete Davidson's engagement.

A few weeks after the breakup was made public, Davidson jokingly asked on an SNL promo if musical guest Maggie Rogers might like to marry him. She said no; he snarked, "0 for 3." Ariana then tweeted, "for somebody who claims to hate relevancy u sure love clinging to it huh"; deleted it. Tweeted "tag yourself I'm Maggie"; hilarious; deleted it. Tweeted the now iconic “thank u, next”; seemingly once again regretted her hasty retort; deleted it.

These are the sassy comebacks you might expect from a young pop star annoyed with her ex. But given the time and artistic space to elaborate, the title track from Ariana’s next project, “thank u, next”, has turned out to offer something much more unique. This is no clap-back — this is Ariana's round of applause for herself.

Ariana hasn’t just given us a new kind of diss track, she’s given us a new kind of love song: a romantic tribute to self-love (and no, I don’t mean masturbation, mostly because that is its own genre altogether). "Thank u, next" also happens to feature some of Ariana's best annunciation yet, I think, because it's important to her that this time, we hear every word…

Thought I'd end up with Sean

But he wasn't a match

Wrote some songs about Ricky

Now I listen and laugh

Even almost got married

And for Pete, I'm so thankful

Wish I could say, "Thank you" to Malcolm

'Cause he was an angel

“Thank u, next” doesn't just reference a few of Ariana Grande's ex-boyfriends by name — it does so in the first verse. Four boyfriends; four breakups; four lessons learned in the painful, patient reality of love. There is nothing coy about this break-up ballad, because as Ariana seems to be telling us that she's learned: there is nothing coy about love, at least not real, adult love. And in "thank u, next" Ariana shows herself to be a grown ass woman.

Listening to this song, I had no idea how it emotional it would make me. Not only witnessing someone's emotional growth, but having them invite you along for the journey in real time through their art? Oh yeah, I cried. Sure, I cried. Because I feel proud of her, and I feel proud of myself, and for anyone who's done the difficult work of moving on. A song did that.

Love is a thrill unique to each relationship that music so often attempts to universalize, but heartbreak — baby, that's so run of the mill, it takes a mere few words to relate to heartbreak. It is a deep, deep artistic well. Breakups are what made Adele an icon, and what Taylor Swift goes back to again and again. And there's still plenty of room for that in music because just as the pain of a breakup is universal, it is also timeless.

But what comes after heartbreak? Well, ideally: growth. The singularity of this track’s empowering message is what makes it so novel: the song isn’t about them. “Thank u, next” is about Ariana.

I know they say I move on too fast

But this one gon' last

'Cause her name is Ari

And I'm so good with that

If “thank u, next” dismisses anything, it's not Ariana's past relationships, which she clearly states have imprinted on her for better and worse. But of the outsider's notion that these relationships, in their youthful magnitude, were mistakes. Just because something is ill-advised does not make it a mistake. It may mean make you immature, or willfully ignorant, or far too patient — but it doesn't make you wrong.

The outside world might see Ariana Grande as someone who has had a lot of boyfriends, and therefore, made a lot of mistakes. But if the Bachelor franchise has taught me anything [ed. note: it has not!], there are those who see themselves as people with "a lot of love to give" and there are those who...would never even consider using a phrase like that because they have just your average one-to-two-serious-relationships amount of love to give.

She taught me love

She taught me patience

How she handles pain

That shit's amazing

I've loved and I've lost

But that's not what I see

'Cause look what I've found

Ain't no need for searching, and for that, I say…

Thank you, next

Perhaps Ariana has more love to give than most, but "thank u, next" assures us that she's taking on the emotional responsibility of her own mental well-being. We stan a self-reflective pop princess.

Truth reveals itself with time alone, and Ari is getting there. And she's taking us with her in such a startlingly joyful way. Look no further than her debut performance of “thank u, next” on Ellen to understand that this song about breakups and pain and learning is still an undeniable celebration.

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Before "thank u, next" I'd only ever been an Ariana Grande fan from afar. But a joyful anthem about moving on, coupled with First Wives Club cosplay? I now understand that she is a businesswoman, an artist, a skilled musician, and a subtle comedian all wrapped up in a Limited Too trench coat.

One day I'll walk down the aisle

Holding hands with my mama

I'll be thanking my dad

'Cause she grew from the drama

Only wanna do it once, real bad

Gon' make that shit last

God forbid something happens

Least this song is a smash

With the humanizing stumble, the inescapable swell of emotion, and her friends, frequent collaborators and "thank u, next" cowriters Victoria Monét and Tayla Parx supporting spunkily be her side, it is an imperfectly perfect performance.

It would be easy to look at this song and the Ariana/Pete breakup, and say: Ah, yes it was Ari who had the Big Dick Energy all along. But I don't think that's true. BDE, for all its silliness, is defined by exuding an effortless satisfaction with oneself. What Ariana is saying in "thank u, next," and what she's often shown through the vulnerability and candor of her public-facing platforms like Twitter is:

This. shit. takes. effort.

Surely this "thank you, next" sentiment will be swiftly co-opted into funny memes (check), a Whopper commercial, and a little further down the road, a 2020 Presidential campaign. And that's fine. It's pretty broad—and not at all terrible—advice when taken out of context.

But in context, Ariana's "thank u, next" is not a simplistic dismissal of exes, nor a thoughtless platitude about moving on. It's about unloading the angry burdens of our past to pave a way forward with gratitude and graciousness. Even if Ariana, that little minx, did drop her record-breaking banger 30 minutes before Saturday's East Coast airing of SNL…

Hey, if Ariana has taught us anything [ed. note: she has!], it's that there's no reason self-improvement can't be productive and at least a little bit of a smash at the same time. As I think the saying goes: Revenge is a dish best served smokin' hot, in a white pantsuit, serving transcendent emotional realness.

This article originally appeared in the These Are the Best Things newsletter on Substack. Get more TATBT articles directly to your inbox by subscribing below!

#thank u next #ariana grande #ariana #sweetener #pete davidson #breakup #Arianator

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thegreatwhiteferret · 6 years

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Waiting For Tonight

Summary: Eddie always thought that he would wait until he was married to have sex, but after a year and a half of dating Richie with all of his teasing and innuendos, Eddie snaps. He can’t wait any longer and he challenges Richie to do his absolute worst on him and wreck his virgin body.

Pairing: Reddie

Rating: EXPLICIT

A/N: This was an unbelievably amazing PowerBottom!Eddie request from @theriodiaries , I am so sorry that this took me so long to finish, I wanted to make it the best that I could for you and definitely overthought some thing, but I really hope that you like it! (Especially since I have two more requests to write for you now!!! Super excited!) ❤️❤️❤️ Also, this is a shameless self promo but... @reddieforlove ...for your consideration for the next Reddie Fanfic Friday.

NSFW Under the Cut...

Eddie wasn’t sure what it was. It wasn’t out of some moral or religious obligation. It wasn’t his mother, and her horrific stories about all of the diseases that could be spread. It wasn’t because he was disgusted by the thought of it. Scared? Maybe a little, but not enough to keep him from doing it. It was none of that, he wasn’t sure what it was, but nonetheless he had made himself a promise a long time ago that he would wait until he was married to have sex.

The problem with this of course, was that Eddie had made this decision when he was seven years old. When he didn’t understand what it meant. When he hadn’t been able to come to terms with the fact that he found little girls icky, and didn’t think that his feelings would ever change about that. He had made the decision before he realized that he was hopelessly in love with Richie Tozier.

Being in love with Richie presented its own set of unique...challenges, but Eddie wouldn’t take him any other way. He loved him more than he ever imagined was possible.

One of Richie’s many strengths was how understanding he was. Eddie had told Richie way before they had even started dating, way back the summer they turned thirteen, that he wanted to wait to have sex. Richie had balked at first, shocked that anyone in the world wouldn’t be itching to tickle their pickle, but stopped immediately when he saw how serious Eddie was. If this was something that Eddie was adamant about, he would never pressure him.

That didn’t mean that he was going to stop with all of the innuendos and obnoxious jokes, that’s just who Richie was as a human being, but he did curb them a bit when it was just the two of them.

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They started dating at the end of their sophomore year of high school. It was long overdue. Eddie had known deep down that he was in love with Richie for at least four years. It took him a while to process it, and even longer to actually admit to himself, and then to his friends, that he was gay. Richie had known that he was bisexual since he had snuck into the backroom of the video rental store when he was a kid and saw the glory that was Deep Throat. That film was his bisexual awakening, which he would tell anyone who would listen, and then they would yell at him for being too young and disgusting. He had also known even before that movie, that he loved Eddie more than anything and would stop at nothing to protect him. He was his Eddie Spaghetti, and anyone who even came close to hurting him was going to die.

Eddie had been the one to make the first move. Richie had been casually seeing this kid from a few towns over that was in a band. Richie had fallen hard for the guy, he wore all black and smudged eyeliner around his eyes, he had metal studs up and down his ears and had a tongue piercing. Eddie was repulsed. Mainly because he was the one that Richie would run to with all of the details from his dates. Would sneak into his window at night, with fresh hickeys sucked into his neck and tell Eddie about how amazing, Freddie was.

It lasted three months and then things changed. Freddie decided that Richie was too simple for him, he had called him one dimensional. He didn’t like the neon colors and crazy prints. Couldn’t stand how Richie ran his mouth, or the fact that he seemed to talk about one of his friends more than any of the others. He told Richie that he wasn’t experienced enough for him, and it broke Richie’s heart. They had had sex for the first time just a few days earlier, and Richie couldn’t help but feel the rejection ten times over because of it.

Richie tried to pass off his pain with humour, like he always did, but Eddie saw it. Saw the pain in his eyes. Richie stopped being so bright. Stopped being so loud, he withdrew inside his head, and it broke Eddie’s heart too. Richie stopped climbing through his window at night to have their talks as well, and that’s where Eddie drew the line.

One night, Eddie snuck out of his own window and rode his bike the few blocks over to Richie’s house and climbed the old tree outside of his bedroom window. Richie bolted from his bed when he heard a knock on the window, sliding his glasses onto his face before grabbing the baseball bat that he kept next to his bed and preparing to swing.

“Whoever the fuck you are I will fucking kill you!” He aimed towards the window as a small figure slid the glass open and all but fell inside. Richie raised the bat preparing to slam it down onto the person’s head, when he heard familiar wheezing. “...Eds? Eddie? What the fuck? You almost gave me a heart attack! I could have fucking killed you! Jesus Christ, you’re choking. Where is your inhaler?” RIchie slid on his knees so that he was next to Eddie, searching for his fanny pack and his inhaler. Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Hi.” He choked out, and Richie shook his head in belief at his friend, crashing through his window in the middle of the night, just to say that. He helped Eddie to stand and moved him over to sit on his bed.

“Well shit, hi, Eds.” Richie said, joining him on the bed. He tried to straighten out his sheets a bit so it didn’t look like a complete mess, he knew that he didn’t have to impress Eddie, he had seen his room like this a million times, but he still felt the urge. Eddie didn’t look like he was going to start talking anytime soon, so Richie did what he did best and filled the silent void. “So, not that it’s not a nice surprise and all, but what are you doing here, Eddie?”

“I uh...I had to come and tell you something.” Eddie forced out, and Richie looked at him confused, urging him to continue. “I uhm...wow. In my head this went better.” He looked pensive, like he was fighting a battle within himself, and it was unnerving for Richie.

“Look, Spaghetti Man. Why don’t we just...you can either sleep here or I can walk you home. We can talk about whatever you wanted to in the morning…” Richie was cut off by Eddie pressing his lips to his. It was quick, before Richie could even registered what had happened, Eddie was pulling away. “Wait, no come back.” Richie murmured and pulled him in for another kiss. This one more drawn out, but he was still careful to not spook Eddie too much. They pulled away breathless after a few moments, looking wide eyed at each other.

“Richie, will you be my boyfriend?” Eddie asked, and Richie could have sworn that it was the most adorable thing that he had heard in his entire life. His heart swelled in his chest and he just nodded. Eddie looked relieved.

“Took you long enough.” Richie sassed and Eddie just rolled his eyes and pulled him in for another kiss.

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Eddie held true to his pledge of abstinence, even after Richie became his official boyfriend. Always careful to stop things before they went too far. They had been dating for a little over a year and a half now, and they had experimented with some heavy petting and a few handjobs, but nothing more. Richie respected Eddie’s boundaries.

Richie being Richie however continued to make crass jokes all of the time. The other Losers didn’t know about Eddie’s vow for purity, they never pried, but Richie supplied plenty of innuendos anyway, maintaining his position in the group as the Trashmouth.

“Ow, shit this soup is hot.” “Yeah, you know what else is hot? My boyfriend’s ass.” “Beep beep, Richie!”

“What does the sign on an out-of-business brothel say?” “J-jesus Christ, Richie. I’m t-trying to do my h-homework.” “BEAT IT, WE’RE CLOSED! Hahahaha.” “Get o-out of my h-house. Beep f-fucking beep.”

“What’s the difference between a tire and 365 used condoms?” “I will kill you.” “One’s a Goodyear, the other’s a great year. Stanley, let me tell you man, I’m having a great year.” “Let go of me, Bill! I just want to strangle him a little!”

“I’ll have a Dr. Pepper please.” “Oh, that reminds me of a joke. Hey, Mike?” “No.” “Why does Dr. Pepper come in a bottle?” “Richard, why can’t you just let me enjoy my soda in peace, I don’t…” “Because his wife died.” “I...I’m sorry guys, I have to go, I can’t…” “Are you fucking happy? You broke, Mike!”

“Bevvvvvvvvvvy Baby, I have a hot lesbian joke for you.” “You also apparently have a death wish.” “What do you call a lesbian dinosaur?” “Don’t…” “A lick-a-lot-of-puss!” “Eddie, I hope you don’t need your boyfriend’s dick for anything, I’m about to castrate him and shove it down his fucking throat.”

Eddie was a semi-patient person, he had taken to boxing as a way to control his anger, but Richie’s constant teasing and joking had brought him to a new level. He wanted nothing more than to shut his boyfriend up. Truth be told, he was tired of waiting. Tired of listening to Stan describe how Bill had made him fall apart on his tongue and fingers. Tired of how sweet and soft Ben was in his descriptions about Beverly. Mike kept pretty tight lipped about his trysts, but Eddie had seen many a girl swoon over just the sight of him walking down the street.

Eddie was tired of waiting. Tired of his boyfriend’s jokes about how tired he was of dating his left hand. He wanted some action, and he was going to get it.

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It was the night of the Homecoming football game, their senior year. Eddie had decided that this was the perfect opportunity. They would all be cheering Mike on and then heading back to the farm for a bit of a party, win or lose, there would be an excuse to consume copious amounts of alcohol.

Mike’s farm also had the benefit of lots of places where people could sneak away. Eddie’s favorite had always been the loft in the old supply barn. He would always find himself sitting in the loft, legs hung over the side of the hatch, watching the sun come up. Richie joined him most of the time, cigarette poking out from his lips. They’d just talk and be themselves. Eddie couldn’t think of a more perfect place for them to be together for the first time.

“Hey Mike, would it be okay if I decorate the loft in the old barn a bit for the night of Homecoming?” Eddie asked as he and Mike were moving through the lunch line a week or so before.

“Why do you want to decorate it? The party is going to be in the big house, my grandparents are going to stay in the cottage that night so that we can have free reign.” Mike responded, smiling at the lunch lady to get an extra slice of pizza, damn that charming bastard.

“I uhh, well I uhh…” Eddie stuttered out, and Mike froze turning to look at Eddie with the most deadpan face Eddie had ever seen him make. He blushed under the gaze. Mike rolled his eyes.

“You want to use my barn to create a sex dungeon?” Mike deadpanned, and Eddie choked on his own spit, Mike patted his back a few times, helping Eddie regulate his breathing.

“Can you not use the words ‘sex dungeon’ ever again???” Eddie whisper yelled, trying to not draw any additional attention to them. “I just need a safe space where I can feel comfortable…” Mike stopped walking and turned to Eddie again, realization dawning on his face.

“Eddie, are you a virgin? Are you planning your first time with Richie?” Mike asked carefully, not wanting to embarrass the other boy. Eddie frowned slightly and nodded. “Well, okay. Are you sure you want the loft? We have the guest bedroom, it might be more comfortable?”

“No. The loft is perfect, it’s kind of our...place.” Eddie explained, they had reached their table now. The others would be arriving soon. “Look, Mike. I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell the others, or say anything to Richie. It’s kind of a surprise for him.”

“Sure thing, Eddie. My lips are sealed, and the barn is all yours.” Mike said, taking a bite of his pizza and nodding to Bill and Stan who had just walked into the cafeteria. Eddie nodded in thanks, and dropped the subject.

Mike had helped Eddie drag a spare mattress up to the loft, and then kept his mouth shut without judgement when Eddie sprayed the entire thing with disinfectant. Eddie had strung up so old christmas lights too, giving the space a nice romantic glow. He put new silky sheets on the mattress and even laid out some condoms and lube, which Mike had graciously provided for him. Everything was set up and perfect. Now Eddie just had to make it through the rest of the game and convince Richie to leave the afterparty to go to the barn with him.

The game was almost over, there was only five minutes left in the fourth quarter and most of the crowd were on their feet. Eddie and Stan sat huddled together under a blanket while the other Losers stood around them.

“Go team! Throw the ball, yay sports!” Richie called out from where he was standing next to Eddie, a goofy grin on his face. He turned around and plucked Bev’s cigarette out of her hand to take a drag. Bev slapped him across the head, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

“What’s happening, Bill?” She asked with a bored tone in her voice. It made sense to ask him. Bill was the only one besides Mike that could follow almost any sport. Eddie and Ben ran track, and Bill and Stan played baseball, but none of them were really all that focused on all sports. Bill sighed.

“It’s t-third down and t-twenty, we are o-only up by one t-touchdown, if they m-manage to keep p-possession of the b-ball and score, t-then we are t-tied...and we d-don’t want that.” Bill explained, squeezing Stan’s hand that was peeking out of the blanket for him to hold.

The ball snapped, and the opposing quarterback threw the ball, but as it soared through the air Mike sprinted, faster than any of them had ever seen before, he jumped, grabbing the ball out of the air and took off running in the opposite direction. He was so fast and everyone was so stunned that he had intercepted the pass, that it was like time had stood still. Eddie and Stan jumped up, joining everyone else in the stands who were jumping around and screaming. Mike ran straight into the endzone as the clock ticked down, scoring the winning touchdown.

The crowd went ecstatic. Everyone was screaming and hugging. Richie lifted Eddie up and spun him around. They sure as hell didn’t give a shit about sports, but their boy just won the game, and that they did give a shit about.

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Mike’s house was packed with people, everyone talking and drinking. It seemed like most of the school was there. A game of beer pong was set up in the kitchen. Bill as the reigning champion of beer pong, had decided to challenge Richie to a duel. Eddie and Stan were their partners, but they were really just there to look pretty. At least that’s what Bev had said while she watched them and sipped on her own beer.

“We need to get you too some pom poms.” Bev said, and Ben nudged her in warning. “What, they are definitely the pretty little trophy wives. Ben, don’t even try to fight me on this.”

“Benjamin, control your lady.” Richie teased, as he sunk another ball in one of Bill’s cups. “Drink up Denbrough, don’t make Stan do it for you. Be a man!” He finished dramatically, and Eddie looked over at Stan with wide eyes.

“First the fuck, Richard. My man is plenty of man. Secondly, Beverly...I am a damn fine trophy wife, don’t be jealous.” Stan said waving his hands around and sticking his tongue out at Bev. He had enjoyed a few too many shots of Malibu, and was feeling himself.

“O-okay, Babe. Point m-made. Let’s go g-get some water and f-food.” Bill said, trying to diffuse the situation a little bit, Stan snapped his head towards Bill, and Eddie had to try and hold back his laughter. Richie did not have the same courtesy.

“William Denbrough. Did you just imply that I have had too much to drink? That you know my body and limitations more than I do?” Bill stayed very quiet while Stan was talking at him. No sudden movements or words. “Mhmmm. That’s what I thought. I will decide when I have had enough…” He spun around towards Bev, but he froze and grabbed onto Bill as his stomach lurched and the room began spinning. “Okay, I’ve had enough.” Bill nodded towards the others and helped Stan make his way to the bathroom.

“Hey.” Eddie said, pulling his boyfriend’s attention to him. “Come take a walk with me?” He asked, fluttering his eyelashes a little and biting his lip. Richie gulped at the sight, alcohol and general lust for Eddie.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He said and allowed Eddie to pull him through the crowd and out the back door. They started walking down the familiar path, but Richie figured he needed to break the silence anyway. “So, where exactly are you dragging me off to, Spaghetti Man?”

“You know where.” Eddie said with a playful roll of his eyes. They reached the barn a few minutes later, and Eddie pulled open the barn door. Richie threw himself on top of the stack of bales of hay while Eddie closed it behind him. He giggled when he saw Richie struggling to sprawl out on the rough material. “Hey, I’ve got a better idea.” He headed over to the small set of stairs that led to the loft and he climbed up them easily.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, hold on…” Richie froze at the top of the stairs when he looked at what was in front of him. “Eddie....what is all of this?” He looked from all of the twinkling lights hanging from beams, to the hatch that allowed the moonlight to shine in, and finally to the bed. Covered with tons of blankets and soft looking sheets.

“Richie, I want you to make love to me.” Eddie said, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bed. Richie shook his head, and then stopped moving.

“Eddie. No. You want to wait until you’re married. You’ve been saying that since we were kids. I don’t want...I don’t want you to just change your mind because you think that I need sex to be fulfilled. I love you, just the way you are, we don’t have to…”

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” Eddie asked, face dropping as he looked at Richie. “Is that what this is? You don’t find me attractive and you don’t want to sleep with me?” Eddie said, tears filling his eyes. Richie’s heart dropped.

“No. Eddie, no, listen to me. That’s not it. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I just don’t want…” Richie promised, trying to explain his feelings, but failing miserably. “I don’t want you to regret it.” Something changed in Eddie, like a switch was being flipped.

“There you fucking go again, thinking you know everything.” Eddie shook his head, he was pissed off now, no one got to decide for him. “You like challenges, huh, Rich? I know you do. You can’t resist them. I challenge you to do your very worst, Tozier. To wreck my virgin body. Think you can handle that, or should I go back to the party and find someone else to do it for me?” Richie’s jaw dropped open in shock, he had never heard Eddie talk like that before.

“Challenge accepted.” Richie murmered, moving to press a bruising kiss to Eddie’s lips, pulling him with him towards the bed. He pulled his own jacket off and toed out of his shoes, then let himself fall back on the bed, sliping his shirt and jeans off before leaning up on his elbows to watch Eddie. “Going to do a strip tease for me, Eds?” He asked half joking, but there was a sparkle in Eddie’s eye.

Eddie licked his lips as he looked down at Richie. He let his jacket slipp off of his shoulders and drop to the ground. His scarf was next, he shimmied with it a little, dropping down and pulling back up so that his jean clad ass was on display for Richie. He dropped the scarf to the ground and pulled his sweater over his head, tossing it in Richie’s direction. He took his time unbuttoning his shirt, not wanting to destroy it even in the heat of the moment. Richie watched him eagerly as more and more of his toned little body came into view. He turned around again, as he slid his jeans down over his hips and ass, kicking them off and leaving him only in his tiny grey briefs. He wiggled his hips for Richie putting on more of a show for him. He turned around and stepped on the mattress moving over Richie and then dropping down until he was straddling him.

“Holy fuck. That was the hottest thing ever, Baby Boy.” He let out as he ran his hand up and down Eddie’s torso. Eddie ground his ass down on Richie’s dick, moaning when he felt how hard he was already.

“Mmmmmm no. The hottest thing you will ever see is me riding this pretty cock of yours, but there’s some work you need to do first, don’t you think?” Eddie asked sweetly, and Richie almost came right then and there. He nodded and let Eddie move off of him a little to lean over the side of the mattress. He came back with a condom and a bottle of lube. “I think you’re going to need these, but first, there’s something I want to try for you.” Eddie smirked at him and moved down the mattress, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down, letting his erection spring free.

Eddie smirked at Richie one more time before taking his leaking cock in his hand and leaning down to tease the head with his tongue. Richie’s hips thrust up without him even thinking. Eddie used his other arm to push down across Richie’s hips and keep him still. He took just the head of his ock back in his mouth, a little tentatively, and began sucking. Richie threw his head back from the feeling. Eddie decided to push himself a little bit further, he licked a strip up Richie’s entire length first, and then slid his mouth around his dick. He could only take a few inches in at first, but he worked his way down little by little. Richie was moaning and writhing on the bed beneath him, obviously unphased by Eddie’s inexperience.

“God, Baby Boy. That mouth. Ahhhh, Eds, I’m gonna cum.” Richie was moaning more and more, getting close to finding his release. Eddie pulled off, stroking Richie from root to tip a few times, until Richie’s body tightened up and he blew his load all over Eddie’s hand and his own chest. Eddie stroked him through the aftershocks, then looked down at his hand that was covered in Richie’s cum. He thought about it for a minute before looking Richie dead in the eye and lifting his hand to his mouth, and starting to lick it off. “Oh my fucking God, Eddie that’s fucking filthy…” Richie groaned out as he watched his boy.

“Mmmmmmmm. So good.” Eddie moaned, as he leaned down to lick a stripe up Richie’s chest, collecting the rest of his cum on his tongue. He caught Richie’s mouth in a kiss, letting him taste himself. Eddie pulled back, and kept his eyes trained on Richie. “Richie, are you going to open me up so I can take that pretty cock of yours, or do I need to do everything myself?”

“I’ve got you, Baby.” Richie said, pulling himself up into a sitting position. Eddie crawled down the bed a little bit, staying on his hands and knees and popping his ass out for Richie. “Oh, Baby Boy. Those briefs are doing nothing to hide that beautiful ass of yours.” Richie moved behind him, palming one of his cheeks in his hand. Eddie moaned at the feeling, and Richie gave him a little pat, before he pulled the fabric down over his ass, leaving them bunched up on his thighs. He used his thumbs to spread his cheeks apart. “My God, Baby Boy. You’re killing me. Soft and hairless. So pretty.” Eddie mewled at the compliment.

“Come on, Richie. I need more. Give me what I need.” Eddie begged, and Richie leaned in licking all the way from Eddie’s balls up his crack. “Oh fuck!” Eddie had never felt anything like it before. He’d never even played with his own hole, Richie’s tongue was the first stimulation he had ever had down there, and it was enough to make his cock drip precum into his briefs. Richie repeated the action, letting his tongue poke lazily at the ring of muscles. He suckled around his hole, finally breaching the muscles properly with his tongue. Fucking gently into the heat. Eddie moaned at the intrusion, it felt weird, not bad but weird. Richie kept playing with him, gently licking his hole open. He moved his hand around on the bed, trying to find the bottle of lube, he snatched it up quickly when he felt the hard plastic. He gave Eddie’s fluttering hole a light kiss before pulling back completely. “Are you going to fuck those long fingers in me? Come on, Richie. Do it.” Eddie instructed. Richie was taken aback by how vocal Eddie was.

Richie popped the cap of the bottle off and let some of the slick liquid drip down his fingers. He closed the bottle before dropping it back on the bed. Her rubbed the tips of his three lubed up fingers around Eddie’s hole, teasing circles around the muscle until Eddie was groaning and whining from being forced to wait. Richie took pity on him and began to push his first finger in slowly. Eddie choked out a sob at the feeling.

“It’s okay, Eddie. You’re doing so good for me. Taking my finger, just relax baby, so good.” Richie praised as he pushed his finger in the rest of the way. He could feel Eddie relaxing and took the opportunity to slowly begin thrusting his finger in and out, letting Eddie get used to the feeling. It was strange, feeling this full, but Eddie knew that there was so much more to come. Richie waited until Eddie was moving his hips back to meet his thrusts before he added a second finger, careful to keep them still so the stretch was bearable. When Eddie signaled that he was ready to continue Richie began twisting his fingers and scissoring them open, on one of his thrusts he hit something inside Eddie that ripped a scream out of his throat.

“Ugh. Fuck, Daddy, right there.” Eddie moaned, and Richie froze at what Eddie had just called him. It was unbelievably sexy, and Richie was pretty sure that he should be ashamed to admit that. Eddie seemed to realize his slip because Richie was no longer moving. “Your two fingers are in my ass and that’s what trips you up? Keep fucking moving, Daddy. Open my ass for your cock.” Richie choked on his own spit, but began moving again, thrusting in to hit that spot again, before adding another finger.

He made sure that Eddie was good and stretched, not wanting to hurt him when he thrusted in. He had Eddie flip over on his back and pulled his briefs the rest of the way off of his legs. Eddie pulled his legs to his chest, giving Richie space to move between them. Richie tore open the foil packet and slid the sheath down his shaft, he added more lube, making sure everything was nice and slick before moving into position over Eddie. He looked down at the love of his life, trying to make sure that this is what he wanted.

“We can stop right here, Eddie. We can wait. I love you so much, I’d wait forever.” Richie said looking into his eyes. Eddie looked up at him, with a smile on his face, and it touched Richie’s heart.

“I love you too. Now stick your fucking dick in me now. Did I stutter?” Eddie sassed, looking at Richie with determination in his eyes. Richie nodded, knowing that Eddie knew his body better than anyone else. He pressed the tip of his cock against Eddie’s hole, and then slowly pushed in. Eddie’s mouth flew open and he screwed his eyes shut at the feeling, so new. Richie went slow, inch by inch until his hips were resting against Eddie’s ass. Eddie gasped out a breath. “Holy fuck.”

“Are you okay? Is it too much?” Richie asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. Eddie just nodded that he was okay, taking a few deep breaths. He relaxed. “Do you want me to move?” Richie asked and Eddie nodded again. Richie started thrusting in, slowly and gently, barely moving at first. Eddie quickly started to get inpatient, he knew that Richie was holding back.

“Fuck me like you mean it.” He let out, wrapping his legs around Richie’s waist to pull him in tighter. Richie sped up a little bit, pumping in and out in a rhythm, Eddie rocked his hips to meet his thrusts, legs still wrapped around his waist. The discomfort had turned to pleasure and now he wanted more. “Richie! Harder! Fuck me harder, Daddy. Please!” He cried out and Richie tried to move faster to satiate his boy, but Eddie was moaning like a porn star and Richie was a little lost. Eddie raked his nails down Richie’s back, trying to encourage him to go faster, and Richie cried out from the mixture of pain and pleasure. He wasn’t the most experienced, and his only other partner had definitely not been as enthusiastic and receptive as Eddie.

Eddie was done waiting, he rolled them over so that Richie was on his back. Eddie straddled him again and grasped his cock, he held it in place and let himself sink down on it, feeling Richie way deeper than he had before. He started to pound himself down on it hard and fast over and over, rocking his hips until Richie’s cock was brushing against his prostate with every thrust. Eddie braced himself with his hands on Richie’s chest. He kept fucking himself down, his own cock slapping up against his belly from his movements. Richie lay beneath him, trying to thrust up in time with Eddie’s thrusts, watching his boyfriend get himself off by using his cock like a toy.

Richie could feel his stomach getting tight, his body racing towards his climax. Eddie was doing so well for him, his tight hole milking his cock perfectly. Eddie slammed down one more and Richie was cumming in the condom, screaming Eddie’s name as his body started to tingle all over before going numb. Eddie kept bouncing, hitting his prostate, and then wrapped his hand around his own cock, flicking his wrist just how he liked it, and cumming in thick streaks across Richie’s chest. He let himself catch his breath then carefully moved off of Richie before falling onto the mattress next to him. He could already feel how tender his ass was, but it was worth it.

He grabbed a pack of baby wipes that he had left off to the side and wiped himself and Richie down a little bit. He wanted a hot shower, but he wanted to curl up with his love even more. Richie opened his arms and let Eddie snuggle into them, pulling the sheets and blankets up over them. It was quiet for a moment before a thought popped into Richie’s head that he had to voice.

“You were right. Watching you ride my cock, is the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen.” Richie admitted as they lay wrapped up in each other. Eddie giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. They fell asleep intertwined, the sounds of the party in the background and the moon shining through the hatch.

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Minho runs to the only other place he’s found peace within himself and it’s to Changmin. He pours his heart out. The stress of weak pathetic omega masquerading as a strong alpha, he’s never been good at being either too big and strong and loving to be an omega and too meek and too caring to be an alpha. He felt happiness at finding out about his own baby but it doesn’t feel like that anymore it’s become a burden and his happiness is tainted

“There is a healer” Changmin offers. He offers Minho a way out, he could lie to the royals say he had another miscarriage and that’s why he ran. He could get rid of the baby without anyone even knowing the whole truth. Minho doesn’t think about the situation with his heart like an omega but he taps into the brutal emotionless alpha side that he developed as a general and he decides maybe this is what he should doThey plan the trip to the healer but before they can leave the royals find him, they journey to the little hut in the dead of night accompanied by no one and Minho’s first response is rage; not at being found but at the carelessness of the royals. “Anything could’ve happened to you!!!” They both bow their heads “The twins are sick Minho” and Minho doesn’t even need to hear anything else before he’s leading them all back to the palaceThe poor twins are dealing with a normal flu but they aren’t consolable by anyone other than Minho. Eunsook even moved into the nursery full time but they were too much for her to take care by herself. Minho’s arrival alone has the babies feeling better, they stretch their little arms out wanting nothing more to be with Minho. The healer is so worried that Minho will catch their illness but Minho can’t stand the pain in the twins eyes and he refuses to leave themAll in all it takes the entire week for them to heal and Minho is there, taking care of them alongside Eunsook tirelessly. He waves off the early pregnancy symptoms completely, looking at the babies for comfort. “You know why it didn’t hurt Minho? Because even though you lost your child, you’re not childless” Eunsook whispers to him as he has one toddler tucked on one shoulder and the other toddler on the other shoulder, pacing to lull them into a deep sleepDespite the inner anguish he sneaks out one night to meet Changmin and this acclaimed healer to perform the abortion. He lays down and the healer pries his legs open but suddenly he’s hit with the flashbacks of waking up after the miscarriage and he can’t bring himself to do it. No matter how badly he wants to, the baby feels like a part of him and a big part of Gwiboon too. He knows even if the alpha doesn’t show on some level her heart swells with pride when she sees the omega. She put theChild in him. Instead of an abortion he just ends up getting a regular check up and to his surprise he’s doing pretty well, the royals efforts at preserving the omega’s health working almost too well and no sign of the disease that the twins had on him either. There’s a part of the omega makes peace with the situation in that moment. “Everything is going to be okay” the healer assures and for some reason he believes it. Changmin jokes that Minho’s carrying a stubborn alpha this time.also shameless self promo archiveofourown(.)org/works/15681921----oh! it's something you've already spent time writing and posting! haha well folks who have taken the time to learn about this au through these asks should check out the link above! c:I'm glad minho keeps the child. there are so many ways that would destroy him and those around him if he didn't. he would fall in love with the child once he gets to hold it and understand the whole process personally and find there is a lot to being an omega and admirable strengths in it. the palace will have many scampering children one day I bet, like a large pack. haha

#reply #shinee #plot bunnies #actual fic and link lol #it's ok to share links to your own works #I'm just not sure I have a large enough audience here anymore for fic #but it's possible!

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msdianagarvez · 6 years

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I Give Good Phone

Smutty one-shot. Luke calls Penelope at just the wrong right time. Shameless smut because I wanted to. I will post it over at FF later on. But today I am posting a different one-shot over there of my interpretation of the next episode's promo.

I got stuck in another state because of weather and we lost power at my house. This month has been crazy, so I have completely ignored Tumblr. Apologies, but since I haven't made the time to bring my work from FF over here, I thought I'd post this one-shot here first. Tumblr exclusive (for now.)

SMUT NO PLOT just one last warning

It was the second call in a row. Penelope groaned and reached over, answering her phone. “Yeah, what?”

He cringed at her curt tone. “Sorry. Am I interrupting something.”

“Yes. No. Just some much needed alone time. What do you want?” He was interrupting something - something incredibly important, something she'd been dying to do, something she needs to do and finally had the time and energy to take care of.

“Just wanted some help with… Nevermind, uh, I can just bring it in on Monday.”

“You already called, Alvez. Why don't you just...” She let the vibrator in her hand fall next to her bare thigh. The lace panties and lacy tank top she had on left her skin exposed to the cool air in her apartment. She closed her eyes. He just had to call and make this hard. Or make this easier, if she was honest, but unfortunately, she feared the intense moaning she'd be doing would give her away. “Just tell me what you need.”

“Remember, I told you I can't get my laptop and iPod to sync. When I went for my run this morning, honestly, I got sick of the same songs.”

“Right. Yeah. Of course I'd be happy to help. Just maybe, later tonight, or possibly tomorrow?”

“Sure. Doesn't have to be right now if you're busy.” It upset him that she was so angry. He thought she’d maybe be impassive.

Okay, she was getting off the phone. She was going to masturbate, at least twice, and then she could call him back later. Hell, maybe tomorrow. She might need the time. Hearing his voice, picturing him right now… Damn it! Why was Alvez so hot? How could someone so annoying be so beautiful? “Uh, what? Sorry. What did you…?” She felt the vibrations. Shit! When did she turn the damn thing on? She needed to get off the phone.

“I was just saying I can bring it over, just let me know when you're not busy.” She was zoned out. He knew she wasn't paying attention. They had a long weekend, and he sort of felt alone, and Garcia always made him laugh, even if that wasn't her intention.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, “Yeah, sure. That, uh, that works. Yeah. No problem. Let me just call you back, mmmkay?” She heard her own voice. It was a little too breathless.

“Garcia, are you okay?” He was concerned. Her behavior was weird. Her voice was ragged. “What are you… What are you doing?”

“Alvez, I'm about to hang up on you. Can't you just understand? I. Will. Call. You. Later.”

“Garcia, but, I'm just worried. You sound...” She sounded like she was out of breath, but it's not like she was out for a jog, herself. What the hell could have her out of- “Garcia, are you with somebody right now? Why would you answer the phone?” He was utterly disgusted that she would talk to him while she was with another man.

She growled. “No, Alvez, you ass. I'm not with anybody. I'm very much alone, except for your annoying self that won't take a hint. Now, can I call you back?” She turned off the vibrator and set it on the nightstand. She was going to need to reset her mind after this call. He might turn her on, but he also pissed her off. She was still touching herself though. She'd been so horny and had so little time.

She just took a relaxing bath, pulled her hair back into a chic ponytail and put on some clothes that made her feel sexy. She was getting this done. She ran her fingers over her clit and then dipped them into herself. She could feel how wet and ready she was. She almost forgot she wasn't really alone, until he spoke.

“Gar- Penelope, are you…?” He didn't want to assume. What if he was wrong? There was a part of him, the part that committed what her long legs looked like in short skirts to memory, the part that looked down her dress when she was bending over to dig in her desk drawer. That part of him really, really hoped she was doing exactly what he thought she was doing. “Are you- Tell me what you're doing.” His voice softened. He wasn't sure, but asking her was a good way to find out.

“Luke,” she said adamantly, “you don't want me to answer that.” Why did he have to make everything so difficult?

“Actually, Penelope, I really do.” He was damn sure not letting her off the hook now.

Penelope sat straight up and squinted at the air in front of her. She stayed quiet, hearing only silence in return. She checked her screen. She knew he was still there, but she needed to look anyway. She slowly laid back. She was certain in the moments it took her to sit up and lay down again that she had lost her damn mind. “I'm laying in my bed.” She couldn't believe she even said it. Well, it was innocent enough, right?

Luke took a deep breath. Fuck, this was happening. He really wished he was in his bed too. Actually, maybe hers. “Just laying there?”

She felt the flush run over her body. Yeah, any rational thought went out of her mind. He’s a coworker. You're going to need to see him daily. You're going to have to look him in the eye at work. This is Luke. All of that should've made her stop this in its tracks, but instead, it let the anticipation grow. “No, I'm not just laying here.”

She wanted this too. He could tell, but she wasn't sure of him yet. Well he had to make her sure. “You're laying in bed, in the middle of the afternoon, and you're doing something. Should I guess what it is?”

“You can try.”

“Do you want me to try?”

“Yes.”

That was it. That's what he needed. “I'll try, but only if you do something for me first. See it's harder to guess what you're doing if I can't picture what you look like. So tell me. Are you wearing one of your dresses or lounging around in sweats? Because I don't think it’s either.”

Her voice was low. “No, I haven't bothered to get dressed yet.” She bit her lip, waiting for his response.

“So you're in sleep clothes?”

“No, I just took a bath, and I didn't want to put on clothes, so I decided on underwear and a tank top since it's just me here.”

“So you're alone in bed, wearing panties and a tank top, you just got out of the bath so you probably smell like that coconut stuff you use, and you're busy. So I'm thinking that you're doing something that I could do better for you.”

“I don't know. I'm pretty good.” She was circling her clit with her fingers. She could feel the sensation building with every rotation.

“I have never doubted that you are, but tell me, Penelope, would you turn down my help if I was there right now?”

She felt a new wave of heat rush through her. The phone was to her ear. She didn't want to put it on speaker. It would ruin the moment, but she did want to touch her breasts. “Well I could use the extra hand right now.” She tore her fingers away from her core and snuck her hand under her tank top.

“I’d give you both. So where do you need me?”

“I thought you were good. Shouldn't you know?”

“Okay, if you don't tell me, then I'm just going to figure it out myself.” He couldn't hide the smile in his voice. This was amazing. This was quickly becoming his new favorite memory, his new best day. “Since you need a hand, I'd use mine to slide into your tank top. Knowing you, it's probably low cut enough to tease me so I'd have to tease you back. I’d let my fingers run over your chest, moving from one side to the other, pulling it down lower with each stroke. Since I'm not there though, can you do it for me?”

“Already am.” She was moving her free hand over one breast dipping down in the middle and then up to the swell of the other, using only her fingertips, pretending it was him teasing her skin.

“Good girl. So since I've got two hands, I could also feel your long legs. I could run my hand from your ankle, past your knee, and to the inside of your thigh, feeling the softness there and making you squirm from the sensation of my fingers on your sensitive skin. Just when I’d teased you enough, I could move up, running my fingers over the heat coming from you, before letting my fingers touch exactly where you want them. I’d feel how wet you already are because you are. I know you are, but I'm not there, so can you make your fingers wet for me?”

“Yes. I can feel how wet I am. I can hear it when I move my fingers in and out.”

He growled and brought the edge of his phone to his forehead, closing his eyes and taking a breath before responding, “See, here's my problem. I'd want to taste you. I'd want you all over my tongue. So can you taste yourself for me?”

Breathlessly she answered, “Yes.” She brought her fingers up to her mouth and did as he asked.

He heard the faint pop of her lips letting her fingers out. “Good, baby. I'm jealous. I wish I could taste you.”

“Me too. I'd rather it was you.” She let her fingers run down to her nipples again, grazing them through the fabric. Then she let her hand glide down her stomach, back to her panties.

He was trying not to completely lose his shit. He wasn’t exactly in the comfort of his home. That was going to be a problem, if he didn’t get a hand free soon. “Licking my fingers wouldn’t be enough. I'd want to taste it all. I'd move your underwear to the side. I’d bury my face in between your legs, and I'd let my tongue run over your clit, back and forth. Then I'd move down and dip my tongue inside of you. Can you feel me doing that? Can you imagine that for me?”

“Hmm mmm, yes.”

“Yes, who? Whose tongue is making you squirm? Whose hands are gripping your breasts? Whose? Who am I?”

“Luke. It's you, Luke.”

“Yeah, it is, Penelope. It's me. You want it to be me, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish I was there right now?”

“Yes.”

“Penelope, you're getting closer. I can feel it, but don't let it go yet. Do you understand? I'm not done with you yet.”

“I understand.”

He made a decision, and he needed to make sure she understood. “Good. I need to you to know something. This isn't the first time I've thought about this. Have you thought about me before?”

“Yes.”

“Good. What did you imagine I did? We did?”

“Everything.”

“You'd let me do anything to you? Anything I wanted?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Why me?”

“Because you're Luke Alvez, and you've only been in my fantasies so, if I had you alone, I'd let you do whatever you want because I want you to have what you want.”

“So if I wanted to sink into you right now, if I wanted to pound into you and make you call my name right before I come inside of you, you'd let me?”

“Yes.”

“Penelope, how much do you want me?”

“More than anything.”

“Anything? So you want me more than your fingers or vibrator? More than another man? You want me?”

“Yes.”

“No, Penelope, listen to the question. If I was really there right now, you wouldn't hesitate?”

“No.”

“Dip your fingers back into yourself, spread your wetness all over your clit, and then rub it slowly, teasing yourself. Are you doing it?”

“Yes.”

“Now, bring that hand up to your cleavage and leave a trail of yourself right down the middle.”

“But Luke-”

“Do it. I didn't say you could come yet.”

She faintly heard a door opening. Part of her brain said she should figure it out, but the rest of her had no intention of ever moving again. She was completely shocked and yet not surprised at all when she saw Luke throw his shirt to the ground as he stalked towards her. He unzipped his pants as he swiftly mounted the bed. He pulled her legs wide as he pushed her panties to the side and entered her with force. Without a moment even passing, he pulled her tank top down forcefully, some of the lace ripping as it was stretched, letting her breasts fall out to his gaze. “Now you can come.”

She felt her body raise off the bed, her head thrown back, as the intensity of the orgasm ripped through her. She moaned loudly, and she could hear his name fall off of her lips. Her eyes might be closed. She might have forgotten her own name. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was when she started to refocus, she could see his eyes darting from her face to her chest.

His eyes narrowed, as he stared at her breasts while he pulsed into her harshly, making her whole body move. He never ceased his movement as he moved both hands up to tease her nipples. “Good, you did what I asked.” He could feel the remnant of moisture on her chest. “Look at me, Penelope.” He scanned back and forth between both of her eyes.

She felt him searching for something, something he must’ve found, because he growled and leaned over her, taking one nipple in his mouth and hearing a loud moan as her hands flew to his hair, gripping the curls. She wasn’t sure she was comprehending what was happening. He was there. Luke was there, in her house, in her bed, in her. She could feel another orgasm building. She knew he could easily make her come again. She'd never felt more turned on in her life, and in the two minutes he's been inside her, she could already tell how talented he was.

He roughly brought a hand to lay half on her neck and half on her shoulder in a sign of dominance. The other was on the bed for support as he thrusted harder and faster. He was lust-filled and so drunk on her. She felt the sense of power she always wanted over him as he controlled her.

She could feel it building. She could feel it coming, and she brought one hand to dig her nails into his chest and the other to fist the sheet. She screamed his name again. Any shame or doubt was already miniscule, but now it was obliterated. She’d never felt more wanted or felt more need in her life. As she came, he growled and then let out his own strangled moan. She felt him coming inside of her. She felt the warmth it created. She breathed harshly. She could feel him inside of her, on top of her, surrounding her. She could feel him everywhere that no one else had ever been.

Their eyes connected, their chests rising and falling. She could see the unrestrained lust in his eyes. It didn't die out, even after the reality set in. He pulled out of her slowly, both of them lamenting the loss. He flopped down next to her. After a few moments, they instinctively turned towards each other. Both of them studied the other’s face for regret, insincerity, or something indicating either of them didn't mean to do what they had just done, and neither of them found it. Both realized that they wanted this even before this happenstance of a situation where he called her at just the right moment.

His eyes fell from hers to her lips and back. “Whatever I want right?”

Her eyes widen and then darken, “Yes. Whatever you want.”

“Good girl.” He put his hand on her hip. “Because right now I want to kiss you. Later you’re going to call the team to go out for drinks. While we’re at the bar, I’m going to fuck you in the bathroom. They're going to know exactly what we did, and, when they ask, you're going to let them know you're mine now. When we get home, I'm going to come in you as many times as I want. But until then, I'm going to come on your chest, and you're going to sit on my face, and then I'm going to bend you over every surface in this house. Understood?”

“Understood.” She nodded seriously. “Just one question. Did I forget to lock my door?”

“I grew up in the city, Penelope. I can pick a lock.”

She nodded, understanding his answer and his previous request.

“Good, let's get started.”

#garvez #luke x penelope #penelope x luke #Garcia x Alvez

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snowbellewells · 4 years

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Self-Promo Sunday: “The Simplest Touch”

This little one shot fits right into show canon during episode 3x18, and more than being divergent or AU, it’s missing moments in a way - or at least, it’s the thoughts and feelings behind some of the quieter, tiny moments we saw onscreen. I was attempting some stylistic things in this, and to switch from Emma to Killian’s point of view at various moments in that episode. I still think the result turned out pretty well. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

Can also be found on AO3 or ff.net

"The Simplest Touch"

by: @snowbellewells

He acts as though he is cursed.

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She touches his stump as if it is the most normal thing in the world.

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He had nearly guided her down the stairs with a hand at the small of her back.

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Killian knows that he has been cursed.

If he had thought there was any loophole, any way to lessen the pain for what has been lost, he sees now that those were vain hopes.

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#self promo sunday #cs one shot #cs missing moments ff #post ouat 3x18 ff #the simplest touch #cs angst #cs pining

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