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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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LANDLADY'S PROBLEM. mdni +18

description. you were late with your rent, your landlady wasn't kind enough to give you a few more days to pay, so you came up with a different kind of compensation or rather... she did

pairings. sevika + f! reader

minors dni. lowercase writing intended, nsfw content, sub/dom dynamics implied, bratty reader (?), dub-con, fingering, cunnilingus, semi-clothed sex, teasing, dirty talking (?), abuse of power, groping, modern au

moss' notes. SEVIKAAAAA SEVIKA SEVIKA !!! moss is down bad, it's not funny + this is a long one. reblogs and comments are appriciated, hope you enjoy <3

you huffed as you placed a basket full of dirty clothes on the washing machine, stretching your back before starting to load your attires inside.

"the laundry room is reserved for tenants who pay their rent, i have to ask you to leave." came with the heavy steps down the few stairs behind you. you turned around, scoffing when you saw the landlady leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, an angered expression plastering on her face.

"i told you, i will get your money in a couple of days. i had to pay everything at once and-" you turned around, going back to filling the machine with your clothes.

before you could finish your sentence, however, sevika cut into your words, slapping her hand against the washing machine and trapping you between them. "your sad little story doesn't interest me, either gave me the money or get out of my building."

"let me pay in some other way." you sounded desperate and in all honesty, you were. this really wasn't a time for you to search for a new place to live, everything was just starting to get on the right track.

"you are a pretty little thing, y/n. i wonder what it's like to have you properly moan." the big hands of your landlady came to palm your cheek, her thumb running along the bone under your eye as she took a good look at you.

"you wanna have sex with me? that's the abuse of power-" she cut you off.

"alright then, pack your things." sevika shrugged, heading for the door. you balled your fists, giving it not a second thought that saying no is a better option than selling your body.

she wasn't halfway through the door when you screamed-

"i'll do it, i'll have sex with you." a smug grin accompanied by a breathy laugh came from the taller woman. she stood in one place for a second, wiped her face with the same laugh still coming out of her mouth before charging towards you, yet again trapping you between the machine and herself.

sevika's hand came up to cup your cheek, pulling you towards her lips into a feverish kiss. her grip was firm, but not strong enough to bruise your skin just to hold you in place. sevika's tongue wasn't asking for permission, it just forced its way into your mouth and completely took over. sevika was rougher than any other partner you have had before, but that might be because non of you are half drunk on cheap whiskey and tequila.

you weren't sure where to put your hand, or how to handle the tall and strong woman who was devouring you at the moment. you stood there like a shy teenager who was making out for the first time in their life, awkwardly keeping your hands at your sides.

"loosen up sweetness, it's just sex, not like you haven't done it before. the walls are rather... thin." sevika's finger loosened on your face, slipping to your chin to force you to look at her and not wherever you were staring off to.

"you l-live next to me?!" you almost screamed, making the woman in front of you chuckle the slightest. "aham," sevika hums, her hand carefully hooking under the strap of your shirt, pulling it down on your arm while her fingers grazed your skin the slightest. goosebumps rose on your skin, your body shivering at the tingling sensation.

"it's rather pathetic that you keep bringing those guys up and the only moans i can hear are theirs." she leaned closer, hot breath fanning against your lips as her daring eyes stared deep into your scared ones.

"i'm j-just quiet in b-bed- ah!" you shivered as sevika's cold hand slipped under the front of your shirt, giving your breast a tight squeeze. jolting your back towards her, you let out a loud moan.

"really? that was quite loud." the landlady smirked, her thumb brushing over your perked-up nipple before both of her hands grip your hips and pushes you atop the laundry machine.

you pushed into her when her lips met yours for a second time, legs wrapping around her back while your arms wrapped around her neck. sevika pushed back into you right after, maintaining her dominance in the situation as one of her hands played with the tie of your shorts. she caressed the clothed underside of your belly, humming pleasantly as her tongue explored the warmth of your mouth.

a needy moan slipped from you as sevika pulled away, continuing slipping kisses from the corner of your lips to the crook of your neck. she stopped moving to pull your shirt above your breast, staring at them for a second with a wicked smirk on her face before her hand reached for the claps on your back, pushing the bra up on your chest to let your tits drop from their tight cage.

"stop staring..." panting, you tried to cover yourself with your arm, turning your head to hide what color may appear on your cheeks as you felt them warm up quite a bit. sevika gave you a scoff, her hands grabbing your legs to drag you to the very edge of the machine.

"you look stupid like this, like a pretty fuck doll, how can you ask me not to stare?" she hummed, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear before dropping to her knees. she took a moment to keep staring up at you, her hands stroking the top of your thigh up and down, a few chaste kisses left on the plush of your thighs before ripping your pants off.

"see," sevika's finger hooked under and pushed aside the front of your panties before running it through your drenched slit. "so plush and pink, i see why no one can resist." she might as well have licked the corner of her lips as she gently trusted one finger inside your hole, slowly squeezing it inside you until her knuckle hit your pussy lips, making a wet slapping sound.

"stop... talking." you sighed, shivering from the slightest ministrations. sevika sucked her teeth, pulling her finger out, "oh? is that an invitation for me to eat you, right? you want me to lick you dry, don't you pretty thing?" she said as she rubbed her cheek against the plush of your thigh, trying to position her mouth to where she wanted to taste you the most.

"please... just do it." to be frank, if she wasn't so proud of herself then sevika would have squealed as soon as you said it. she had seen you around before, headphones on your head, swaying your hips side to side which she assumed was on the beat to the music while carrying the same basket of clothes down to the room she was stuck in with you as of the moment. not that she is complaining.

your legs crossed along her spine, heels of your bare feet grinding into her toned back when her tongue flicked against your clit, sweeping up and down your slit to together the wetness there. your hands split into different directions; one catching the edge of the laundry matching while the other carded through sevika's hair, holding her head.

sevika took a glance up at you, letting herself enjoy the pleasure painting your face before and finally, focusing all her care on your wet entrance and swollen bud, yearning for attention. she drew circles, big, slow, and teasing ones before slipping her tongue inside your hot pussy. your hips jumped erratically as she without a warning trusted inside, curling the tip of her tongue along your upper wall. sevika's muscles arms wrapped around your thighs, holding your bucking hips down before you jumped down from your place. her tongue soon drew senseless shapes against your velvet walls, pulling loud, gasping moans out of you.

moan after moan of curses combined with sevika's name tumbled forth from your lips, mixing in with the slick and lewd sound echoing in the tight laundry room. she pulls away and a childish whine leaves you which sevika answers with a groan, a pinch on both of your thighs.

"awh, the pretty fuck doll can't get enough?" she snickers, her head leaning against your thigh as she looks up at you with a shit-eating grin and you can't decide if it's attractive or just downright annoying.

"stop teasing me and get to it already." you stuttered despite your attempt to sound unaffected by earlier ministrations. "careful, someone's gonna think you have a crush on me." sevika freed your thigh from her right arm, using her fingers to she parted you lips and her tongue delved right into your wetness,

"seven fucks... s-sevika!" your fingers curled in her messed up hair, the warm skin of your shaking thighs threatening to close around her head. sevika flexed her arms, minimalizing your movement while pushing her head and tongue deeper between your honeyed core.

your hips trusted forward, pushing sevika's tongue deeper into your heat. you felt like bursting, your whole body ready to expload as heat was spreading through you, your hips rolled against sevika's mouth over and over, feeling those shamless, self-satisfied muffled moans resonate through you- not surprisingly assuming that the brunette was getting off on it.

sevika's chest was soaring with lust, excited to make you come so she could demonstrate what it actually felt like to be satisfied and delighted. your whole body gave into the incredible pleasure she was giving you, and the gasp that had been leaving you changed into what could be described as a soft sighs as you clenched your teeth. at least, delicious waves of pleasure washed over you as a final strangled cry broke itself from your lips.

it took both of you a few minutes to regain your breath, to calm your lungs and, for you especially, gain sense of the world around you. you knew that orgasms you had with those guys would never really compare to the real thing until you met someone special or at least someone who knew what to do with their tongue. sevika sure seemed like one but damn... being this good might be a crime.

"seems like your mouth is not only capable of smart comments..." you panted, falling against the cold wall with your hand coming up wipe the sweat from your forehead.

"oh doll, if you let it, this thing," she pointed at you then at herself as she pushed herself to her feet. "this could be way more fun."

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simpxxstan · 7 months

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perfect complements (ch. 2)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

chapter word count: 2.4k

warnings: bickering.

a/n: i have never been to a therapist/counsellor, so i apologise if there are factual inaccuracies in how the process of counselling goes. the italicized portion is an excerpt from the past, and that's how it'll be indicated in the rest of the story!

thank you so much for reading! your reblogs, likes and comments make my day!

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GIF by coupsnim

The walls of the counsellor’s office are painted blue and green- quite contrary to what you had thought would be clinically white and even more depressing. There’s no sign of Seungcheol though, as you sit in the small waiting space outside the office, reading a magazine off the coffee table, your legs shaking nervously.

The man you’re waiting for storms in through the door, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and his slightly longer hair all fluffy and messy. “Sorry I’m late,” he says to no one, especially not you since he’s averted his glance from you as soon as he entered, and there’s no one else in the space. “Dr. Lee is waiting for us.” You speak softly, trying to level your tone. He takes a minute to brace himself before looking at you, fixing his hair, fixing his crumpled shirt, and breathing in.

In the past sixteen hours, you’ve thought about this moment a million times at least. It’s been a long time coming, and you know Seungcheol knows it as well as you. Wonwoo has spoken to the two of you multiple times, and yet- things never seem to improve.

It’s not like you purposely piss him off, well, most of the time. He is a dickhead, but it’s not like you have a lot of free time just to educate him on being a better human in the world. It’s mostly a slip here and there, and the spark blasts.

It started on a rainy day, in the middle of August. You really didn’t like the rain, to make it worse you’d got your period that morning. You wanted to go home as soon as possible, but all public transport had suddenly disappeared, leaving you stranded in the monsoon on a busy street where no one cared about you, no matter how desperately you called for a taxi. It was just not your day-

But all that had a hope of reversing when you noticed a familiar smile and a wave through a car window, which was right next to you now. “Seungcheol-ssi?” you asked. “Can I give you a ride, Prof Y/L/N?” You started refusing him, hands moving animatedly, but then he gave you a look- oh- and you couldn’t refuse him anymore. “Please. You’ve been standing here for the past twenty minutes,” he said, as you shuffled into his car, trying to not wet the seats but in vain. “You’ve been watching me?” “Uh-” he was nervous now, “no I was just…” “Hey, I really appreciate your offer. I was really having a difficult time. Thank you so much, Seungcheol-ssi.” Three months into his new job, and you both had developed a good relationship, being of nearly the same age. The three other professors in your department were all above fifty, two even due to retire that year, leaving you two as the youngest of the department, and it was a good partnership. You enjoyed talking about the subjects that you had chosen as the first loves of your lives over a cup of coffee, sometimes you would smile at him for a second too long when he would speak of his pet dog Kkuma, sometimes he would return the smile when you spoke fondly about your favourite students.

The car ride was also just as smooth as the rest of Choi Seungcheol. As much as he was an eye candy, you had decided you were certainly not interested in him, having noticed how well he got along with every female (and most male) faculty members of the university, and his smiles were just not reserved for you. Within weeks, he had students fawning over him, and soon he was becoming the most popular professor in the university, not just among students but also among your colleagues. While you had no fancies for these titles, it felt a little weird losing the good rapport you had worked hard in building, being the only female professor in the department. Or maybe it was just you being too competitive.

Anyhow, when Seungcheol played the music of your favourite idol group, you couldn’t complain. The depressive mood from the rains had already mellowed out. You raised your eyebrows at him in query, he replied, “What? I’ve seen their photocard behind your phone.” He smiled again, and you smiled back. So attentive.

Just then, there was a crazy sound from his car. Alarmed, he instantly got out of the car to check- soon there was smoke coming up from the front of the car. You felt guilty sitting in the dry shade of the rain while he lifted the front hood of the car, drenched in the rain, trying to figure out the issue, so you stepped out. “I’m sorry- I really-” “No, hey, why are you apologising to me?” “I don’t know what’s wrong. I think I’ll have to call a mechanic.” You looked around, it was a shockingly deserted area, maybe the rain had washed away all people into their homes. As evening began to descend, your cramps got worse, not improving as the wetness of the rain began settling into your bones.

“Should we wait inside the car? I’ve called for the mechanic, but they’ll definitely take some time.”

“Sure. I mean, we don’t have an option, do we?” You chuckled, trying to reduce the tension. “I’m sorry I got you stuck in this.” “Nah, it’s okay.” “You can try looking for a cab-” “Do you see a cab out there, Choi Seungcheol?” you snapped out a bit too harshly, recoiling instantly. He was taken aback too, wincing. “Sorry, I just…” Then he grew quiet, and so did you.

Seconds became minutes.

Minutes to hours.

Precisely, two and a quarter hours, before the mechanic arrived.

Your water bottle was empty, your lunch long finished, the cramps growing worse in the confined space and the anxiety, and Seungcheol wasn’t a close friend who you could become casual around. So you kept your legs down, your heels on, even if your ankles hurt. You kept your hair tied, even if the hair tie began to hurt your scalp, because your hair was too unruly to let down. You couldn’t even take off your jacket, because your body was too cold to let go of even one piece of clothing.

This was really not your day.

There was no conversation, mainly because you were afraid of snapping again. He stepped out to help the mechanic, and you closed your eyes tight in the car, trying to hold back the pain. Wordlessly, the mechanic left after the issue was fixed, the rain still pouring relentlessly, and Seungcheol came back into the car.

Thankfully, this time when he tried to start the car, it roared to life. After travelling slowly for fifteen minutes, Seungcheol spoke up, “It’s almost seven- do you want to get some ramyeon before heading home?” You weren’t even looking at him, but you could sense the expectation in his voice. “My treat, to make up for the-”

“I want to go home, Seungcheol.” Your voice was bitterer than you had thought. Seungcheol extended his hand to your arm, and you flinched. “Can you please drive me to my neighbourhood? I don’t want to stay here a minute more.” He took back his hand in a second, and amped up the speed of the car. In less than twenty minutes you were in the front of your home, the address you had input into the Google Maps of the car dashboard earlier.

Without a word, you stepped out of the car, into the rain that had fizzled down to a drizzle now. Seungcheol was looking at you, and you had no way to avoid his eyes now. “I’m sorry for making your day so bad. Really, if I could make it-” “Bye, Choi Seungcheol-ssi. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And you had turned your back on the man who had drove you home that evening, the hopeful glint in his eyes burning in your head but other feelings like exhaustion, pain and desperation overwhelming you.

“Has anger always been an issue for you?”

Ouch, that was harsh. You had thought counsellors were soft with their words- but then, you’d never been to one’s office before. Seungcheol seemed calmer than before now, honestly that irked you more. Was he actually okay with sitting here? Being reprimanded for how you couldn’t help but behave around each other, at the age of thirty-three?

“I don’t know… I guess I’ve always had a slightly sharp tongue. Quick to lose my temper.”

Seungcheol sighed next to you. You can feel his eyes poring into your face, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“And you, Prof. Choi?”

“I don’t think so. I think Prof. Y/L/N brings out the worst in me.”

Now you’re looking straight at him, and you know he’s facing you while saying the words. “Excuse me?”

“Prof. Y/L/N-”

“I’ve never faced issues with my temper before, you know. Yes, some may call me an alpha but-”

A laugh escaped from your lips before you could help it.

“Prof. Y/L/N, please refrain from scoffing here. Remember the common goal.” Dr. Lee reminded you.

“I can’t help it, Dr. Lee. It’s blatantly obnoxious for Prof. Choi to think of himself as an alpha. Why, the man’s scared of ghosts! As if ghosts even exist.”

“Prof. Y/L/N-”

“Might I inform you, Dr. Lee, than Prof. Y/L/N has a phobia of thunderstorms. She can’t stand seeing lightning, absoltely shivers like-”

“Professors!”

Again the dreadful feeling of being reprimanded.

“Laughing at each other’s phobias are petty and not acceptable. This is a safe space. We are all respectful of each other’s fears, irrespective of how they appear to us. We have a common goal of resolution, please be mindful.” Your eyes were cast downward, fingers fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I’m sorry, Dr. Lee.”

There was a sharp intake of air from Choi Seungcheol.

“But I don’t think this can ever reach resolution,” you complete, nearly standing up from your chair. Seungcheol openly scoffs at you now, laughing at your surrender. Exactly what he was pushing you for.

“There, there! No need to rush, Professor. How about, we move on to the first activity I’ve planned for you both?”

You pause, sitting back in your chair.

“Activity?” Seungcheol asks, running fingers through his hair.

“Yes! It’s part of my toolkit for couples’ therapy-”

“This isn’t couple’s therapy,” you both chime together. It’s getting annoying how often people think of you as a couple.

Dr. Lee only chuckles, as if they had laid the bait out for you to hold on to, and you both had caught on to it like fishes. You gasp, realising this session may be more complicated than you thought.

“Of course! Now, have either of you done colouring before? Ever heard of art therapy?”

Seungcheol shakes his head, while you nod. “I colour on my phone sometimes- numbered colouring. Stress relieving, it is for me.” Dr. Lee smiles. “Yes! Except, we’ll not be doing numbered colouring.” They pull out a sheet of paper from underneath their desk, and lay it right in front of you both.

It’s a beautiful picture of a scene from nature- trees, foliage, flowers, even a river through the grass. But in black and white outline, and more spaces marked in between indicating where to fill in colours.

Then Dr. Lee brings out a pack of colour pencils, and keeps it beside the sheet of paper.

“Can I trust you both to fill this in?”

Seungcheol’s jaw actually drops. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him more surprised.

“You want us to fill this with colours? Colour pencils?”

“Yes! It’s really quite simple, and really would be great for healing you through all the stress of work during the day.” Dr. Lee’s smile is genial, but you don’t feel it catching on to you. The thought of colouring this- with Seungcheol- does nothing but add up to your stress.

“Alright.” Seungcheol is doing it again- pushing you to surrender. He even picks up the sheet and colour pencils and stands up, looking at you expectantly.

But you’re not going to give up so easily.

It’s a matter of your pride after all.

“We’ll bring this to you, all complete and pretty, at our next session!” You’re staring into Seungcheol’s soul, seeing the panic flash momentarily before he dons his standard pretty smile, gums threatening to show.

“Yes, Dr. Lee!” And for a second, you wonder if this was how he used to suck up to his teachers in school, all cute and excited- but, you forget the thought quickly, as Dr. Lee stands up, a very knowing smile in their eyes, waiting to bid you goodbye. As you both shuffle out of the room, you face Seungcheol outside the office. “Our next session is day after tomorrow. What were you thinking when you promised to complete this, like a little good girl, so eager to please?” he snaps, standing inches away from you.

“Seungcheol, spare me your nonsense. I’ll take it home today and complete the top half, and you can take it home tomorrow and complete the bottom half.”

“Impossible. I have at least two dozens of projects to go through. I’ll not be coming to work tomorrow. No time for this” he points at the sheet in his hand.

“Then I’ll just come over tomorrow evening, after your project corrections are done. We can complete it together. Makes the process quicker.” You know you’re stepping into extremely risky territory, but hell, even you didn’t want to go home and colour on a lovely day like this. Wine and jazz sounded much better.

He seems to ponder over the offer for a second. Then he takes out his right hand from his pocket, and holds it out to you. “Deal,” he says, and you almost scoff at his childish behaviour. Then you shake your right hand with his, and take a step back.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, my place, at 8?”

“Hmm.”

“I’ll text you the address-”

“I have it already, Prof. Choi.” you say quietly, before turning your back on him and walking away slowly, ignoring his eyes on your back.

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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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Something’ Stupid (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader) - Sinatra Series 7/9

Author’s Note: I’ve had this done for a bit, but I kept forgetting to post. I really didn’t mean for a month to go by! I’m going to try to post some other fics (and a bonus Sinatra Series one) while I have some time off from work. So for this chapter, I really wanted to try and use a gif of Matt being hella soft and cute in bed (you’ll see why when you read), but it’s the forehead kisses for me😍🥺😭THIS MAN I SWEAR--. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Matt finally admits something to you without realizing it, and when you respond, he’s happier than he could have ever imagined.

Suggested Listening: Somethin’ Stupid by Frank Sinatra

Warnings: Fluff, big uwu sweetness (the L word!), smut (p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk/praise), swearing

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,508

It’s like his lips act on their own volition after you both collapse on the bed, blissfully spent from exploring one another’s bodies after a long week at work and an even longer week for Matt from patrolling the Kitchen. Matt’s mouth works to cover whatever exposed skin he can find with soft kisses, your body intoxicating for him, something that he can never seem to get enough of. You giggle at the sensation—the texture of his plush lips and scratchy beard a wonderful mix on your skin that is so uniquely Matt, infecting every surface and pore of your body.

But they truly work by themselves when they mutter, “I love you” into your skin.

Neither of you realize the short, weighty sentence has been uttered until a few seconds later. Matt freezes, hoping that he only imagined he said the words, that he didn’t ruin the moment. You wriggle in his hold, trying to twist and turn to better see his face. Matt tries to hide, preventing you from looking at him.

“Matt—,” you start, catching some of his hair and brushing it off of his forehead.

“It was something stupid,” he interjects. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin—.”

“Hey, no,” you tell him, your hand running down his cheek. “It’s not stupid. You didn’t ruin anything.” You take a deep breath, looking up at him and admiring him for everything that he is, your heart swelling so much you actually feel a pain in your chest. “I love you, too, Matt.”

You pull him down for a kiss, carding your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as he wraps his arms around your naked body.

God, how he’s prayed to hear you say that. How he’s prayed that you would be interested in him beyond a friend. How he’s prayed to hear that someone cares for him so deeply. How he’s prayed for you.

Your embraces are a delightful mix of need and tenderness, working to embrace one another so that neither of you are entirely sure when one starts and the other ends—you just know that you need one another.

The silk sheets of the bed feel incredibly cool against your burning skin while your fingers are absorbed in the softness of his locks, the tiredness that you both felt moments ago melting away into the room. You feel Matt’s softened cock slowly rise against your thigh. You spread you legs, allowing Matt to slot himself between you, improving the angle of the kiss. Matt’s cock is at the ready between your folds, his tip begging for entrance as he kisses you—the way that his lips move against yours and he holds onto your frame, you’d think that you give him life and he’s refilling his energy reserves. You tug at his hair, begging him to get impossibly close.

“Matt,” you moan, pressing wet kisses along his jaw, just below his ear. “Matty, get in me. I need you.”

Matt curves his back to dip his head and leans to press a kiss between your breasts, right above your heart, before moving to spread kisses down and all around your body. He drags his lips in a line from your pelvic bone all the way up you your mouth once more, his tongue slipping past your lips and exploring your mouth like it has so many times before. With gentle hands resting on your thighs, he keeps your legs wide as he pushes into you. You moan into his mouth, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh of his sculpted back, letting the feeling of him completely consume you. Matt’s body is flush against yours, each drag and roll of his hips like a slice of Heaven in your arms. With each thrust, Matt whispers an “I love you” somewhere into your body. Now that the cat’s out of the bag, it’s all his mind is consumed with saying.

“I love you, Matt,” you breathe. “I lo—fuck, Matty. Just like that. Just like that.”

“So perfect f’me,” he grunts. “Angel . . .”

You squeak in pleasure as Matt’s thrust hits particularly deep and he rubs against your still-sensitive clit. Your back arches and your legs fling themselves higher around Matt’s hips. “Matt!”

“Y’feel so good, angel,” he moans, his teeth nipping at the thin skin of your neck, licking down the sting. “Fuck.” Wrapping you securely in his arms, Matt readjusts and leans back on his knees, taking you with him, bouncing you up and down on his cock. The cool apartment air tickles your back as Matt moves you along his length—a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his chest. He ends up lifting you up a little too high on one bounce, and knocks the both of you out of your current position and back onto the mattress, this time with you on top and Matt below. Little laughs escape your lips before you lean down and kiss Matt, your hair proving a curtain around your faces, keeping the neon of the billboard outside. He tries to brush it out of your face, but gravity makes his efforts fail. Instead, he slides his hands down your sides, gripping your waist and guiding your hips in a steady rhythm on his cock, his brain scrambling at how your breasts brush against his chest.

“Sit up, angel,” he commands, using his hands to guide you upright. “Good girl, just like that. Just like that, up and down. Good fucking girl. Good girl.”

“Matty,” you moan. “So deep, Matty.”

Matt reaches for you hands, lacing your fingers together. “I know, baby, but you’re taking me so good. God, I love you so much, angel.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re so pretty for me like this, bouncing up and down and riding my cock, you know that?”

He can hear the smile spread across your lips as you roll your head back in pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Matty, harder,” you whimper, needing to chase the feeling that will tighten the knot in your belly.

“You want it harder, angel?” he grunts. Yes, it’s a way to tease you, but he always, always wants to make sure you’re comfortable and can handle what’s going on. “You think you can take it?”

“Yes, Matt, please,” you beg. “Please, please, please.”

Under normal circumstances, he’d tease you at least a little longer, asking if his good girl was sure she could handle his dick. Tonight, though, is a very special night. Tonight, he knows the depths of your affection more clearly than ever, and he wants you to feel especially worshipped and adored. Giving in, he stops your bouncing and sits up, leaning you backward toward the headboard, the pillows underneath your back. He takes your face in his hands, the tips of his fingers curling your hair. Matt places kisses all over your face, a little constellation of his love for you, invisible marks that will linger in your skin and warm your heart when you think about their embraces.

“I love you, angel,” he whispers before capturing your lips with his.

“I love you, too, Matty,” you breathe between kisses. “I love you so much.”

Matt resumes his thrusts, hitting that special spot that only he knows how to hit. His forehead rests on yours, both of your faces twisting into expressions of pleasure as you pant and moan in each other’s lips. The depth of his thrusts mixed with the way he rubs against your clit tightly winds the coil in your stomach. Your whines get higher pitched as you move closer to the edge, and you work to place kisses into the hollow of Matt’s neck. Just as you move your lips back, you teeter a precariously thin line. Matt’s hot breath tickles your skin, gently whispering, “Cum for me, angel.”

You grasp into your boyfriend for dear life, an intense orgasm rocking through your body as you clench around Matt as he prolongs your own orgasm to work toward his. As Matt kisses your temple, he lets out a strong groan and ruts in you with sharp thrusts. While Matt shoots his seed deep inside, slowly rolling his hips as he continues to do so, he presses sweet kisses to your lips. His hands soothingly rub up and down your waist, his nose softly nuzzling against yours. With a few more kisses, Matt pulls out and settles on the mattress right next to you. As you both try to catch your breath, comfortably resting against one another, you feel his cum dribble out of you.

“Hey Matty?” you breathe.

“Yeah, angel?” he says softly, the back of his knuckles tenderly tracing your arm.

“I love you.”

A warm laugh rolls through his chest, taking you in his arms and snuggling down on the mattress, placing sweet kisses into your cheek. “I love you more.” In Matt’s life, no truer statement has ever fallen from his lips, and he will do whatever he can to make you know that.

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axailslink · 1 year

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The heart of a man

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You have a diary in which you express how you want to be with a woman it finds its way into Rosalie's hand and she finds herself fascinated because she relates to too many of your words.

Snippet from the fic: “ You turn on your heel to approach the door but Rosalie grabs your arm firmly "with your permission I'd like to read the rest." ”

Everyone in the church scatters like roaches as church service finds itself coming to an end. Rosalie is of course one of the last as she speaks with the preacher asking about his family and well-being. When she turns to dismiss herself from the conversation she bumps into you and you're smitten. You know of Rosalie because everyone knows of Rosalie.

Rosalie is the embodiment of the word "independent" she was well raised by her aunt Salome Otterbourne and is also a bit like her in many ways but they differ when it comes to beauty. Rosalie's beauty is unlike any other her sharp facial features draw you in first then her alluring eyes will hold you in a demanding stare and soon your eyes will find their way to her lightly glossed and very kissable lips. You're brought back to reality when Rosalie speaks in that very distinct voice of hers "my apologies Y/n I hadn't noticed your presence" you shake your head "no you're perfectly fine Rosalie I was just leaving." The pastor sighs "you were trying to leave without my knowledge so I couldn't ask you to sing for the choir next Sunday? I've heard that voice you've got on you girl. Why don't you use it? Come sing for us." You place your leather journal down as you engage in conversation with the very persistent pastor.

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After convincing your pastor you'd make the church burn in flames if you sang, you leave in a hurry to get away before the first lady could try to convince you otherwise.

Rosalie finds herself staying behind to help clean. When she's finally finished your little journal peeking beneath a couple sheets of music papers catches her interest. She knows you wouldn't have left it purposefully so she grabs it before leaving she of course had thoughts on returning said journal but the urge to reveal its contents definitely overpowers the urge to return it.

Rosalie spends many nights reading the pages of your journal finding out who you really are and what you actually want from a relationship. She hadn't expected for these pages to be so intimate. None of these words had she ever expected to come from you.

Shy reserved Y/n you're truly the romantic type.

Rosalie feels like she truly knows you the more she reads she even has favorite quotes from your seemingly continuous daily entries but today she finds one specific entry very interesting it has no title which is odd because all the others do. Unlike the others this seems to be ramblings of your own thoughts and Rosalie's invested. So much that she's cuddled into her couch with a box of cracker jacks with her radio turned off so she can lose herself in your writing.

I truly believe I have no heart because when he smiles at me I feel nothing but HER presence makes me feel everything my heart speeds up and I get nervous. I want her in a way that I can't have her. I want Rosalie Otterbourne. I want to kiss her. I want to touch her. I want to love her the way this man thinks he loves me.

Rosalie shoots up from her spot so fast with no emotion but shock filling her mind. This is the first time a name has been mentioned throughout this leather book and it's her name.

In the earlier pages Rosalie's fingers ran over many words no one should say in the innocence of daylight for example what you'd want to do to a woman how you'd like to please a woman. It's all shocking to her that she's the woman you had in mind as you wrote such sinful things. You Y/n L/n want to please a woman and not just any woman but Miss Rosalie Otterbourne.

Rosalie is left speechless but her moment of shock is cut short when a loud and hard knock on her door breaks the silence of the room. Not used to visitors Rosalie tramples over the many books decorating her floor so well you wouldn't know there was carpet underneath. She makes her way to the closest gown which she pulls over her previously nude body before quickly approaching the door.

Rosalie was so enamored in your journal she hadn't noticed it was pouring down rain so when she opens the door she immediately welcomes you into her home. "Y/n why the visit?" Rosalie centers herself in front of you to avoid your sight of the journal which she isn't aware you had already caught sight of when you first entered. Your eyes take in the beautiful sight in front of you as you rid yourself of your coat "I was informed that you may have something that belongs to me Miss Otterbourne."

Rosalie ponders if she should lie but she chooses not to. Well…not fully anyways. Is making something up on the spot a lie? "Ah you mean the leather book, yes? I meant to return it I've just been occupied…" you don't believe her for a second it may not have taken her long to make herself presentable but the open state of your journal and her nervous expression makes it all clear.

She's read it. She's read every filthy thought that you've had about her. She's read how you want to put your tongue in places it shouldn't be and how you wish you could please her the way no man ever could.

"Was it a good read?" Rosalie's attention turns to the journal just for a moment before it lands back on you "oh yes it was a lovely read I'm deeply sorry that I didn't ask first…I found myself captiv-"

"Lovely you say and what about it was lovely Miss Otterbourne? My diction? Maybe my tone or perhaps it was the mention of your name?" You pick the journal up and look over the page smiling at your cursive and how beautiful her name looks written in black ink.

"I won't tell anyone I never meant to see it. I was curious is all your writing is amazing I couldn't put it down once I had read the first page. I find myself needing to read more" you nod "if you promise that you won't speak a word of this I'll be taking my leave." You turn on your heel to approach the door but Rosalie grabs your arm firmly. She doesn't feel it but your heart quickens from her warm touch "with your permission I'd like to read the rest."

A/n: Part 2 is already in the works and will be a bit longer this is a filler chapter. Also before anyone can say it yes I've not made a fic in a while I know it's just that school is bussing my ass but thankfully my wifi went out so I had some time today.

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beyondthegame · 8 months

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• hanging out together often with Cy, please! Thank you!

“Are you coming out with us after training?” L asks. There’s been chatter for a few days about the team going out to celebrate winning the game yesterday.

But you shake your head. “No, I’ve got plans. I’m meeting up with Cy.”

L physically pauses. They stop zipping their bag for a moment before looking at you with a smile. “You do that a lot.”

“What?”

“Meet. Meet up with Cypress.” The smile hasn’t left their lips.

You arch a brow. “Are you implying something?”

L hums, and for a moment they consider their words. “Cypress is one of the most reserved people I know. The two of you spending time together, I don’t know, it just feels like it means something.”

—

You’d be lying if you said L’s words hadn’t been playing on your mind. From when you went home to shower and change, to meeting Cypress at the quiet park. The two of you are walking side by side, hands stuffed in your pockets to battle the London cold.

“Congratulations, by the way,” Cy says beside you whilst loose strands of their hair float in the wind. “You played well.”

You feel a smirk play on your lips. “A compliment and praise,” you tease. “Who are you and what have you done with my idol Cypress de Vera?”

They roll their eyes, letting their gaze flit from you to your surroundings. “I’m sure the idolisation phase has faded now. Plus, I’m not that much of a bitch.”

“True,” you murmur with a chuckle. “Just someone who’s incredibly hard to impress.”

They raise a brow at your words. “You’ve managed it,” Cy muses.

Their reply isn’t what you expected at all, so much so that you abruptly stop. Cypress takes an extra step forward before turning to glance at you, they take in your slightly shocked expression before narrowing their eyes.

“Okay. I’ll rephrase: you’ve managed to impress me once or twice. Nothing to write home about,” they say in a sterner tone, more trying to convince themselves than you.

You snort. “Bullshit. You adore me and my company.” You join their side again to continue your walk.

“Not so much right now,” Cypress jokes.

You ponder for a moment, suddenly realising L’s words aren’t going to escape your mind until you mention them out loud.

“But you do, right? Enjoy my company?”

Cypress studies your features for a brief moment before giving a short nod. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” They smoothly glide in front of you to bring you to a stop again. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

It’s interesting that even under only street lights and twinkling stars, it’s all enough to illuminate Cypress’s best features. The lighter flecks of brown in their eyes, the tiny heart-shaped birthmark in their jaw, the traceable outline of their lips…

“We meet up a lot,” you utter, trying to shift your thoughts and gaze from Cypress’s mouth. “L thinks it means something…more.”

Cypress tenses slightly. “L thinks it means something more…” they trail off, reiterating your words before they tilt their head. “And what do you think?”

“I…” you begin. “I don’t know. It’s not really something we’ve spoken about.”

They take a step closer to you and you don’t move back. This time you can’t tell whether Cypress tenses or relaxes, but you can tell that they’re watching you intently.

Their lips part after they wet them. “Well,” they say in a soft tone. “I’ll be the first to say that if you want this to mean something, it can.”

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asherlockstudy · 10 months

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LMAOO!! ok I'm not gonna spoil the R&L video but plspls if you watch it tell us what you think!!

OKAY I have watched it twice now. It is obviously another symbolic work but the first time I was so dumbfounded by all the weirdness that I got like only a couple of symbolisms. The second watch was more fruitful. So let's get to it!

The Brown Diamond

First of all, the moment we got the title and the teaser I knew this would have potty humour and that, also, it would be about anal again.

The standing doggystyle in the beginning is fun but does not have a significance in the story. However, since the title is "The Quest for the Brown Diamond" it might be an attempt to create a subconscious connection between the two.

It is interesting that the very next scene sort of subverts the expectations formed from the previous one: Rhett is a very awkward and reserved, shy, gentle, intelligent man with many phobias, Horst, whereas Link is Sandy, a loud, crude, angry but good hearted man, with an established interest in women. They seem like total opposites of the characters they play, however there is truth hidden in them i.e Rhett is an introvert and he can be gentle and intelligent and Link can be angry and loud despite being a good person. I don't understand what was exactly the concept behind making the characters diverge so much from Rhett and Link in other aspects. Perhaps it was a red herring.

Whatever they said in the end, there is no more genuine statement of affection than "You look weird as hell...... but you always do".

Horst says he has this hair to have a form of natural shield and this might give as a hint as to why Rhett's character has so many phobias and puts up so many defenses; maybe it's about all the things he considered sinful and unacceptable when he was still in the faith.

The whole quest to essentially steal the diamond is Sandy's initiative and passion, while Horst simply follows because that's what he does, he follows Sandy. This might explain Sandy's assertiveness; by every allegorical work of theirs we have seen before it is implied again and again that Link (perhaps counterintuitively) was actually the pursuer of their relationship. Don't forget Carney in Friday's GMMore freaking saying that Link was Romeo between the two, whom Stevie had just described as an extrovert who pursued his relationship with Juliet! And that was the last episode before this video! Isn't all this...WILD? This also suggests that at this point a lot of the crew members know.

Horst opens tentantively the door and Sandy sarcastically says: "Look, Horst contributing already to the project!". They get in the mansion, where Sandy decides to rub himself on every single surface while Horst watches scandalized. The one time poor Horst tries to mimic Sandy, he realises he was trying to rub on a cherub which obviously kills his mood again. So this is likely about how much Link had to "throw himself out there" to make this work and how hesitant and scared Rhett was in the beginning.

By the way

Of course.

This gives me Rhett mixing his words flashback and saying "Link McLaughlin". Except this here is intentional. Then again someone could say best friends and branded business partners could do that too. However, with all the other stuff here, we can suspect this is not that simple of a case.

Horst pumps them both up with energizing food for the quest and it might be associated with the whole theme of the puzzle video, where it was implied they needed some... assistance in their first times. Sandy has to eat some seaweed, an experience he describes as "cunnilungus with the ocean" and Horst eats a sausage wrapped in bologna, which is the point where he breaks character a little, as Rhett apparently finds this too amusing! This all means that the energizing food scene though is heavily sex-coded.

After a straightTM moment, when Sandy builds up the courage to ask his ex-stepson (Tanner? Tunner?) if his mom still thinks about him, he starts looking for the diamond. He mentions he was looking at his Nana's drawers when he was young but then he asks this to be cut from the film as he doesn't want people to think that about him, which means this too is suspicious and in this case it probably implies he was exploring his feminine side. Ironically, this was also mentioned in the last GMMore, when Link asked for a few more years before he starts dressing like Miss Pingy...!

Meanwhile, Horst doesn't look for the diamond but gives as an empathetic, admiring, caring and loving description of Sandy. Yes, Sandy is frantic, angry, a brute but Horst sees through him and understands why he is the way he is. Sandy's childhood is similar to Link's to some extent.

Sandy follows and gives a shorter but emotional description of Horst: he stands out, he is a little weird but he is good and smart. Sandy also establishes he is protective of him and warns the stepson to not hurt Horst.

AND THEN OF COURSE THEY BROUGHT UP THE PUZZLE ARRYFFUJBIOGD Sandy even has a tattoo of the notorious puzzle piece, while Horst keeps it in his bracelet of things he fears and loves. (If you don't know what the deal with the puzzle is please read this).

Horst finds a guitar and starts playing a sweet song... so sweet that it is literally called

Sandy, much like real Link every time Rhett sings and plays music, stops his frantic search and listens hypnotized to Horst's playing. He joins him by the fireplace and they sing together. It is very sweet, very domestic. When the song ends, the silence between them is heavy and uncomfortable but full of warmth. Sandy asks Horst how he is feeling and Horst admits he is still scared. Sandy, pensive but respectful, decides that they should go, as apparently this whole thing isn't working out for them. He expresses regret for dragging Horst into this.

But, lo and behold! At the last moment, Horst finds a secret door and is suddenly the more excited one who reminds Sandy of their quest. In this secret room, they find a video recorded by the deceased owner of the mansion and the diamond, who gives instructions on how to get the diamond. The quest is bound to a riddle and this riddle IS THIS ONE:

To be shared between three, the heart must not be free but the damage is done if the heart is given to one.

Get it? If you have to give your heart to other two, your heart is not free, but then again when the heart is given to THE one only, that's when shit hits the fan (well literally in this video).

Can you believe it? Can you believe this is the story of these apparently extremely romantic middle-aged Southern youtubers?

The heart, the diamond, is of course inside Bahau moon, a three-ass artifact. Reminds of "the way to a woman's heart is through a worm's / woman's anus".

Sandy and Horst hear noises from upstairs and it appears Brandy, Horst's best friend at work, was trying to steal the diamond before them. And that is because Horst told her their secret as “he tells her everything”. What does Brandy symbolizes? Horst loves her a lot as a friend and keeps no secrets from her, Sandy is antagonistic to her. Sandy gets his hand in this ass first and competes with her for the diamond. Horst follows hesitantly again. They realise neither can win over the heart and all be happy. So Horst implores them to all lay off the heart diamond. In fact, Sandy has grabbed the heart and agrees to let it go only if Brandy promises to also not stick her hand to the ass again. Sorry for suggesting this...but can Brandy be a wife, like Jessie? Once they are all out of the Bahau moon and safe, Horst realises that his "phobias and loves" bracelet is dropped inside the artifact. He begs the other two to get inside the Bahau moon once more so he can retreive his bracelet. This might be associated to Rhett always having this pattern that he wants this to stop, to prevent it but then he is the one falling back to it (check Hazel where he tries to save Link but then Hazel takes him first and in the dig-a-hole video where he pulls Link out of his enjoyment only to later suggest a larger hole than Link did and drive the excavator himself). Horst really begs Brandy, tells her to do it for the sake of their “old good memories” together. This whole thing reminds me of that time Rhett was bringing up a lot that his marriage had gone through a milestone, that he and Jessie had had a very big and serious talk that changed but also supposedly “strengthened” their marriage. And then once Link let it slip that he was present during that serious talk of the couple, which one would expect would have happened privately.

Brandy betrays them, takes the brown diamond and leaves them. The Bahau moon starts releasing toxic gas. Sandy tells the camera man to save himself. The camera man still records Sandy and Horst's last moments from outside the window. As they are dying, they hold hands with their still free hand. Sandy asks forgiveness for everything but Horst does not hold anything against him. Before he takes his last breath, Sandy tells Horst he loves him. They die there, trapped forever. This ending resembles Hazel a lot, where they disappear forever in Hazel's forest. In Hazel, Link was also trying to tell Rhett he loves him before what he thought would be their last moments.

This gives the riddle another dimension, because in the end Sandy and Horst remain with their One, meaning each other, also stressed by the love confession, and this kills them. It is perhaps suggested that Brandy (a wife?) got her heart back and went on with her life, while they can't do the same. They stay trapped with the love that kills them.

And here's another ANON I got, I hope they read it cause I am answering here:

Thanks a lot for telling me!!! Yes it doesn't surprise me one bit. The ending is supposed to have that despair and melancholy of always staying trapped, hidden. Just like Hazel. Very interesting that it was braver before the cuts. Perhaps they thought it would make it too obvious? But, too little is obvious for A LOT of their fans, right? I also don't understand, do they actually want people to pick up on it after all, or not? They confuse me so much.

Unless the few of us still imagine all that stuff lol never in my life before have I seen friends act like that but the funniest thing is that I haven't seen people in love act like that either! Will we get an autobiography from them in the distant future, I wonder? Because we should.

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cliffbar-booth · 2 years

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Fantasies

prompt: you fantasize about Patrick Bateman

warnings: gore (mentioned), violent tendencies, smut, et cetera.

pairings: Patrick Bateman (Christian Bale) x Reader (female genitalia)

I want to go to a bar, possibly even get a reservation at Dorsia, meet a well dressed man by the name of Patrick Bateman. He goes to sit with me, finding interest in my outfit. We eventually start a conversation, mainly about musicians like Huey Lewis & the News. He grows fond of me and takes me to his house to stay for the night. I then sit on his beautiful sofa, getting a bit more relaxed and comfortable. He pulls out a hammer, tempted to bash my skull in, but decides to spare me. Soon after, he hands me a glass of wine and himself a cup of whiskey. After a bit of getting to know each other, and hearing him talk about how aroused he gets by blood, guts, and other gore-y things and me accepting that, he soon finds that he's more than interested in me. I'm on my way to the door, but before I can manage to grip onto the door-handle, he grabs me by the hips and turns me around to face him, my back against the door.

Bateman kisses me, not passionately, but hungrily, like a starved man seeing food for the first time in who knows how long. His hands roam around my body, mainly around my sides and thighs, but nonetheless, my body. Patrick soon moves his lips to my neck, leaving intricate and precise kisses and hickey all along the column of my neck, as if he had practiced this his whole life. Every move is well performed. Every. Move.

I groan softly as I see him remove his jacket, tie, suspenders, and shirt. He looks at me expectantly. I need to remove clothing before he does something murderous, if he plans on it at least. I remove every article of clothing from above the waist. I watch as he removes his pants, leaving him in his iconic white briefs. He watches me, almost as if he's waiting. I sigh mentally and remove my trousers. He loosens up a little.

"I'm still waiting, Y/N." He says, with his blatant and monotone voice. I look him in his eyes, only to see *nothing* staring back. He looks so dead inside. I digress. I remove my undergarment and watch as he does as well. Picking me up, he drops me onto his lush and (obviously) expensive bed, towering over me. Patrick's large hands soon find my vagina, his fingers slipping in precisely. Like I've said thereof, it's almost like he's practiced this forever. After teasing me, he decides that he'll spare me the tension and slips his c0ck in quickly. Already at a fast and merciless pace, I hear his soft and barely audible grunts and groans as I groan and make lewd noises as well. The apartment room is filled with nothing but lewd noises to be frank. Not too soon after this fiasco, my body feels like a rope on its very last thread. With a shrill moan, I cum. Patrick doesn't stop. He continues for what seems like decades, it seems to be that the robotic-like man won't stop until he's reached his own orgasm. Soon, I reach my second orgasm, starting to shake gently. Finally, after what felt like a millennia, he cums, pulling out of me and laying next to me. His face completely blank.

He looks to me not too long after and utters quietly:

"Who are you?"

I look confused for a moment, but realize the weight of this quarry.

"I'm someone that'll stay with you forever. If need be."

He swallows thickly, turning his head to the ceiling. "I.. I thought I was truly going insane, but I think I figured out what was happening mentally."

"what was it?"

"I think I love you, Y/N."

A long silence fills his expensive room with a great view.

"I love you too, Bateman."

---------------------------------------------------

"L/N? Hello?" you snapped back to reality, only to see Patrick Bateman himself sitting in front of you at the table. We were at Dorsia. He had taken me out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bateman- I was zoning out" you muttered, embarrassed.

"I see, is that why you were staring at me very.." he paused to think of a word to describe it. "..longingly?"

shit.

TO BE CONTINUED 😈😈😈😈

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lieutenantfloyd · 2 years

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SFW Alphabet - Beau “Cyclone” Simpson

Warnings: Mentions of self confidence (or really, a lack thereof)

Words: 1.8k

note: so many Cyclone thoughts, so little time.

a- asking (Who's the first person to confess and how does it happen?)

Overall Cyclone is quite reserved, especially when it comes to his feelings. That paired with his slight fear of rejection could honestly lead to him never confessing to you. If you're quite a bit younger than him he'll also have some self-confidence issues as he fears overstepping your boundaries and/or being viewed as the "weird old guy".

All in all, You don't have to run up to him and tell him you're in love with him, but you will definitely have to show him (pretty blatantly) that you're interested.

B - Butterflies (How they act when they're nervous.)

Cyclone is a man who all but refuses to be nervous around others. With his career, he's perfected a confident facade even in the most terrifying of situations. But if you look closely enough, you can see his usual calm and confidence slipping. In his personal life, his nerves often come across as him being cold, awkward, or even downright mean. If it's a one-on-one conversation, he's still polite but his tone becomes harsher and harsher as the conversation goes on.

c- cuddles (What is their favorite cuddling position? Do they like physical touch?)

To say Beau lives for his partner's touch is the understatement of all understatements. It's not uncommon for him to send you texts throughout the day detailing exactly how he wants to cuddle the moment he arrives home. He's not super picky on the position, except that he usually insists on being the big spoon. Although he does love it when you wrap your arms around him from behind while he cooks or gets ready for bed.

d- domesticity (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)

Beau is a provider at heart and lives to please. He craves stability and domesticity. In his mind, the dating phase is just a trial run for marriage. There's also no task or chore (around the house or otherwise) that he won't do for his family.

e- encouragement (Do they encourage you to achieve your goals? If so, how do they support you?)

He's so very supportive, albeit not vocally. Beau is a man of action, so while he may not always say how proud he really is of you aloud, he'll always be right there by your side helping you achieve your goals.

f- favorite thing(s) about you (What are their favorite personality traits/physical features about you?)

If you asked him he'd say there wasn't a single path of you he didn't adore, but most of all he loves how you challenge him. He's more than aware of his authoritarian nature and the fact he can be a bit overbearing. Yet here you are, shutting him down when he goes to far while mirroring his sarcasm. As much as his ego hates it, his heart flutters every time.

g- goofiness (Do they like to make you laugh? How often do they joke around with you?)

One of Cyclone's best qualities is how unintentionally funny he is. This man has been fed up with everyone for at least the last twenty years. Most days his sense of humor is all that keeps him sane. This extends into your relationship as well. He appreciates how he can come home, drop the façade, and just be himself around you. Assuming you encourage this (or find it endearing at the very least), he'll do absolutely anything to make you laugh.

h- honesty (Would they lie to you? How much do they share with you?)

Beau is honest to a fault. So while I honestly don't think he'd lie to you, I do think in certain situations his brutal honesty could be more offensive than if he would have just lied.

i- i love you (how fast do they say the L-Word?)

Beau feels his emotions very, very deeply and has honestly spent so many years suppressing this part of himself. Although he's known he loved you for a long time, just the thought of being emotionally vulnerable makes his stomach churn. Add in the possibility of rejection and he's 100% waiting on you to say "I love you" first.

j- jealousy (Are they the type of person to get jealous? If so, how do they react to being jealous?)

He's a jealous man, but not in the traditional way. If someone comes onto you and you completely ignore it, he couldn't care less. He'd honestly probably find it funny. On the other hand, if you paid even the slightest bit of attention to them (innocent or otherwise, he'd take it very hard. He'd ask himself what he was doing wrong, if you'd be better off with someone else, etc.

More on this in letter W

k- kissing (Where do they like to kiss you? How frequently do they like to kiss?)

He'll go for anywhere he can reach, though he does gravitate towards the classically romantic hand and cheek kisses.

l- love language (What's their love language?)

Quality time is his biggest love language followed by physical touch.

m- marriage (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)

Marriage is his a major goal for him. Although he never really let himself consider it until you came along. He's pretty traditional in this area and wants to be the one to propose.

n- nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

What started out as him teasing you turned into him calling you honey almost exclusively. Throughout your relationship, it turned into hun, with the occasional sweetheart and doll thrown in for good measure.

As for what you call him, he has no real preference. There is something about you introducing him as your boyfriend/husband/partner that really does it for him, though ;)

o- openness (How much do they tell you about themselves? Do they reveal everything at once or gradually throughout the relationship?)

Cyclone is a hard man to get to know. He craves connection but has so many walls up that he just can't. The more you try to get to know him the more he'll push you away. Be patient with him and he'll reveal everything in time.

p- PDA (Are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors? Are they the type to brag about their SO?)

PDA honestly grosses him out a bit. Although it's more of an embarrassment thing than it is a genuine disgust. He's not opposed to a bit of hand holding + showing you off if the circumstances are right.

If you want to stir the pot, cup his face and kiss his cheeks. He'll flush the brightest pink.

q- quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He's up for just about anything, though he does enjoy the classic dinner and a movie. He insists on cooking (he's a shockingly great cook) while you pick out the movie. He also has an extensive home library and a large board game collection that he saves for late nights and rainy days.

r- romance (Are they the romantic type? If so, how do they express their feelings?)

He's the man romance novels are written about. Romance and its gestures come as naturally to him as breathing and sarcasm.

s- security (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

Your safety, security, and comfort are of the utmost priority to him.

If you think he's at all hesitant to flex whatever power he holds, you're sorely mistaken. It's actually very well known to anyone within 30 miles of north island (and various other naval bases around the world) that you are untouchable. Point blank period. This bit of knowledge does make your occasional trip to The Hard Deck quite interesting...

t- turn-offs (What traits do they find unattractive?)

Mostly the general turnoffs. Though what bothers him most of all is a lack of logical reasoning and grammatical errors (in both writing and speech).

u- understanding (Are they good at sympathizing with your problems? Do they listen to you when you need to rant?)

What better person is there to go to with your problems than literal career problem solver Cyclone? He first asks if you "want solutions or just to talk", then give you however long you need to get everything off your chest. Any advice you receive is logical and well thought out, while his sympathy provides the perfect solace for the situation at hand. If necessary he'll let you rant and rave until the cows come home. And with his own biweekly hours-long rant about his arch nemesis slash frenemy Maverick, it's only fair.

v- value (What do they value most about your relationship?)

Dependability and trust. He knows he's not always the easiest person to be in a relationship with, but he always has your best interests at heart (even if you don't see it that way).

w- wild card (A random headcanon about your relationship)

Once in a relationship with him, you quickly learned he had two very distinct sides of his personality. Cyclone is a steadfast man of unwavering conviction and confidence. On the other hand, there was Beau. Shy, reserved, and severely lacking in the area of self-love. Seeing the complete polarity of him was as shocking as it was heartbreaking. With some gentle encouragement, you've been able to get him to open up to you and provide him with the extra love he needs. He's sure he'll never quite understand why you wake up every day and choose him, but he couldn't be more thankful you do. In his mind, he's forever indebted to you.

x- x-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

Like an open book. It's honestly a little scary just how well he's able to know exactly what you're thinking/feeling at any given moment. There have been times when he's been away on some super serious work trip only to call you mid-day because he just knew you weren't feeling 100%.

y- yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn't with them?)

Unfortunately, he's no stranger to being alone. Before you came along he never really had anyone and lived a pretty isolated life. As much as he hates it, it's relatively easy for him to slip back into that solitary mindset. Being without you for any length of time just reaffirms how much he wants you with him forever.

z- zappy (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

While his end goal is to settle down, as long as you're on the same page he's ok to take your relationship at whatever pace you like best.

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blaisenova · 8 months

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uh oh, it's another fandom writer...

heyo!!

my name's blaise (he/him), i'm 21, and i am, regrettably, a writer. i am also, regrettably, going to make that everyone else's problem.

my current interests are: undertale and AUs, slay the princess, my original characters (L).

some fun little background: i've been writing seriously since i was in high school and have had my work published before! i was an english major in college to become a creative writer for a career before realising that i was absolutely going to kill my love for writing if i did that. so, i switched majors, dropped out, blah, blah, blah... now i'm an english major again. TAKE TWO BABYYYYYY. i still write frequently, and, if i can promise you nothing else, i can promise you good grammar LOL.

that said, i've decided to dedicate this blog to publishing my work and maybe taking some fun little requests for those of you that have excellent ideas but don't really want to write.

i tend to write anywhere between 1k to 10k words, though most of what i post here will probably be on the shorter side while the longer stuff will be linked on my ao3.

feel free to send requests!

before you do, though, please heed my boundaries listed below:

WILL WRITE:

angst, hurt/comfort (if your request contains triggering content that i'm not feeling at the moment, i reserve the right to deny!)

fluff

violence/gore

ship content (NOT proship. the ship must be legal and morally acceptable)

multiple characters

WON'T WRITE:

ANYTHING PROSHIP

18+ content (flirting and jokes are acceptable, within reason, but i will not be writing anything explicit)

problematic content (racism, homophobia, abuse, etc)

anything glorifying mental illness

x readers/self-inserts. i write exclusively in third person with characters that aren't directly tied to someone (unless you are my friend. hi ily friends), sorry

feel free to reach out if you just want to rant too. i need more friends into the shit i like </3

EXTRA

blog tags:

#blaise writes - my writing

#blaise draws - if i dare to post my art

#blaise rambles - when i have shit to say without writing it LOL

#blaise reblogs - my reblogs, i'll try to be sparse and keep on topic but please feel free to blacklist

my ao3:

#blaise writes #blaise rambles #creative writing #fanfic #drabbles #requests open #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #undertale #undertale au #slay the princess

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Rags To Riches: Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: You learn of your new appointment...

A/N: qingaide means “my darling”

“A Duchess? Nikolai, are you out of your mind?” When you’d tidied the King’s rooms earlier, the mast of the model Volkvolny was pointed towards the window, so you went to his rooms. You’d expected to make love, or relax in his arms, but when you’d arrived, Nikolai suggested making you a Duchess. It was absurd, insane, you couldn’t be a Duchess! “I assure you, I am quite well, my dear.”

You sighed, exasperated. “You can’t make me a Duchess!” you refuted, and Nikolai laughed. “Actually, I can, darling. One of the many perks of being King.” Again, you sighed, and Nikolai took your hands. “It’s a purely symbolic position, sweetheart. You’d have no duties, no lands, no responsibilities. It’s the title reserved for the King’s consort. You will have a place of honor at court, a suite of rooms here at the Palace. Y/N, you can finally be seen with me.”

That caught your interest. For months, you’d been forced to keep your relationship with Nikolai hidden, made to sneak around, stealing kisses in corridors and spending passionate but short nights together. If you went through with this, you could stand proudly at your lover’s side, you could go to his rooms whenever you pleased, you could truly be his. But you were not yet fully convinced.

“People already talk about me,” you said. “They call me ‘bludnitsa’, Kolya. If I become your official mistress, that will only get worse.” “But I’ll be able to protect you,” he said. “Make it illegal for anyone to speak ill of you.” That made you laugh, and Nikolai smiled. “I don’t think that’s allowed.” “Nonsense. I’m the King. But what I will do is spoil you absolutely rotten, my darling. Gowns, furs, jewels, whatever your heart desires. You will never have to work again, and you can send your salary to your family.”

You blinked at him in surprise. “What?” “I know that your family relies on that money, Y/N, and I’m not going to take it away from them just because you won’t be working anymore. I love you too much for that.” Nikolai realized what he’d said just as you did, and his face went red. “Say that again,” you insisted, and the King shook his head. “Nikolai! Say it again!” “For the record, this is not how I wanted this to happen,” he said, and you huffed, moving to sit in his lap.

“Nikolai Alexandrovich Lantsov, you repeat those three words this instant!” Nikolai chuckled. “You little devil. Fine. I love you. I love you Y/N L/N, and I want to make you a Duchess.” You smiled, feeling like your heart could burst. “I love you too, Nikolai,” you whispered. “I love you!” You pressed a kiss to his lips, and the King wrapped his arms around your waist. For a few moments, the two of you were lost in each other, arms tight around each other. “If I can’t have you as my wife, I’ll have you as my consort.” You sighed into the kiss as you deepened it, and for several more minutes, your whole world was consumed by Nikolai.

But the kiss inevitably broke, and when it did, there was a slightly somber look on Nikolai’s face. “What is it?” you asked, and your lover furrowed a brow. “There is one thing,” he said. “Isabella and I have yet to produce an heir.” You nodded, sensing where the conversation was going. Any child of mine has to be undoubtedly Isabella’s–the first one, anyway–so we have two options on that front:

“We can either abstain from any sexual activity until Isabella is pregnant, or you can go on the Alkemi contraceptive. But I have a feeling I know which option you’ll want to go with.” Nikolai smirked and you felt yourself flush. “The second one,” you said shyly, and he kissed you again. “I’ll get an appointment for you at the Little Palace within the week. But after the heir is born, if it’s something you want, there’s nothing stopping us from having kids.”

You smiled at the notion, but shook your head. “I haven’t even thought of children,” you said, and Nikolai nodded. “It’s not a decision you have to make now,” the King said, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “Now, what do you say we put the royal seal on that paper and make it official?” You nodded, and Nikolai lifted you from his lap and crossed the room to his desk. The pale blue wax stamped with the Lantsov double eagle now adorned Nikolai’s decree, making your new position official: The Duchess of Os Alts, Her Grace Y/N L/N.

***

Nikolai lay in bed, the silken sheets draped over his waist. You were curled up asleep on his chest, soft breaths leaving your mouth. The King was in near disbelief of how lucky he was to have such a beautiful woman to call his own. Isabella was beautiful, but in the regal sense, the way a Queen should look. You, on the other hand, were ethereal, akin to a Saint, someone to be worshipped. And you loved him. You loved Nikolai, what more could he ask for?

The King was just about to drift off when the door to his bedroom opened. Nikolai’s head flew upright, ready to berate the intruder. No one was allowed into the King’s private rooms without his express permission except his head guard and… “Isabella!” The Queen strode in as if she owned the place, which in a sense she did, an envelope in her hands. “Nikolai. This was delivered to my study instead of yours. Where should I put it?”

The King didn’t answer, but rolled his eyes. “Fine, then. Here, I suppose?” Isabella asked, pointing to the desk. Without waiting for an answer, she set the letter down, her gaze finding you, snuggled against Nikolai’s chest. “Perhaps you should knock, Isabella,” Nikolai said snidely. “We wouldn’t want you to catch us in a more…compromising position, now would we?” Isabella pursed her lips, never showing more emotion, before turning on her heel and exiting.

Across the wing was where the Queen resided, and she closed the door softly behind her. Nevertheless, the man beneath her blankets stirred, one hand reaching up to rub at his eyes. “I thought you wouldn’t come back,” Luka said, and Isabella laughed softly, shrugging out of her dressing gown and sliding into bed at her lover’s side. “Don’t be silly, qingaide ,” she said, snuggling into his embrace. “I will always return to you.

#nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert #rags to riches

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gaypeople4itzy · 1 year

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Business partner

with Loona's vivi (Kahei)

Wordcount : 1,5k

Warnings : kissing, slight touch (no explicit content, only fluff <3)

Another one of my favorites muhaha !!

Since you were a little kid, you had always valued the importance of family, especially when it came to spending some quality time with them. For as long as you could remember, you were always out there, bringing your parents on dates and accompanying them to different events they had for work

Which is why exactly you were here at that moment, sat down next to your father, attending an important business conference. You were used to doing that, sometimes catching yourself get interested in the boring monologue of the people that were presenting. You usually spent your time laughing with your dad’s colleagues, who knew you very well as they had been seeing you frequently for years. They were almost like a second family, and considered you like one of them, like you were too, a worker by your father’s side

Time passed by and finally, people were allowed to leave the room. “Thank god” you told yourself, it wasn’t even that uninteresting, you were just too excited for what was coming next: you and your father were invited to a dinner in a fancy restaurant, as well as a few other business partners and their respective relatives

You didn’t know exactly where you were heading as you entered the taxi that had been ordered for you and your dad, but you had heard many compliments about the place you were going to spend the evening at. It was known for its great service, as well as its space. Furthermore, you knew in advance that there was a room reserved for you and the few people that were coming, meaning that you wouldn’t be bothered by others or disturbed by loud noises

You got yourself quickly there. Thanking the driver, you walked towards the inside of the building, your dad following your steps as he had just given the man the money he owned. It was a vast place, cozy but as it was described to you, very wide in terms of space

It didn’t take long before a waiter came to you guys, asking you what could be done for you. As the reservation was being checked, you looked around you, seeing who would be eating at the same table as yours

Leading the way, the server headed upstairs, followed by a dozen of people which included you and your father

The room you had been assigned was beautiful, you didn’t even have the words to describe it. You felt extremely lucky to get to eat in such a place, forever grateful for the close relationship you shared with your family

Seating next to your dad, you watched other people taking their seats. One of the colleagues you knew best, almost like he was your father’s brother, sat in front of you as the others took place around the table. After everyone was sat down, you noticed that there were two empty seats

Of course, as curious as you had always been, you asked the people around if they knew who was going to sit there, or if it was just a mistake

“Ahh yes! It’s one of our new men, him and his child are supposed to join us later. He told me he had a deal to conclude before coming, but I think he just doesn’t want to be around us” your almost uncle winked meanwhile the others laughed

You didn’t even have the time to question it as the main door of the room opened. A tall man and a beautiful girl walked in, greeting each one of you as they sat down; the father next to one of the workers, and who seemed like the daughter, next to you

You couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as she gave you a warm smile. She was significantly pretty, and god, you were praying that this new business partner would stay along for a long while, at least, if it meant meeting his daughter more often

“I’d like for you all to welcome my daughter, Kahei, who will be joining us for today” the new man said

“She’s the only other young one with L/N” one of the colleagues replied, as you and Kahei looked at each other, grinning

“It’s an honour to meet you all” she then said, looking at the others

As the men started to talk about politics, she turned to you. You couldn’t explain why exactly, but there was something suspicious about the way she was eying you, almost like there was something forbidden going on in her mind

Leaning in towards you, she came close to your ear

“You’re quite beautiful miss L/n”

You blushed at her words, which made her smile widen a little

You thanked her as you returned the compliment, trying to keep your composure. Just why was this girl having such an effect on you?

The waiter then came to take your orders. As you knew your dad was the one paying for you, you chose something that wasn’t too overly expensive. Although your were perfectly fine with the dish you had picked, Kahei spoke

“Add this for L/n, I’ll pay myself” she pointed at that delicious looking meal she had seen you look at earlier. It costed way more than you’d ever let someone pay for

“Oh no it’s fine! You don’t have to” you replied, but she was quick to interrupt you with a finger on your lips

“Oh it’s my pleasure darling, just let me do” she declared, and well, you weren’t going to refuse such an offer!

Time passed by as little talk was made between you and Kahei, as well as the other people present around the table. The conversation just then, was about politics and upcoming elections that were right around the corner. As you were speaking your mind, getting the men to agree with you, you felt something on your thigh

Trying to ignore it, you finished your point, and your father began speaking, as you looked down on your legs. Kahei had her hand wander there, looking at you to get your approval. As you nodded discreetly, she let her warm hand rest there. Sometimes, she’d remove it, only to put it back later. And quite honestly, you weren’t going to complain as you felt a little more comfortable than you did earlier

Food came in no time and you were amazed with the amount of plates you had in front of you. Forever grateful to miss Kahei, you decided to thank her once more, which she responded to by that shy grin that made her so, desirable

As the conversation changed to a topic you didn’t bother remembering, you started feeling a little bored. The plates were empty and so was your mind. Your eyes wandered around, looking at Kahei who seemed to be sharing the same feeling as you. You were quickly caught staring by her, which resulted in her looking at you back, deeply in the eyes

Maybe it was what you had drank or maybe it was because of her intoxicating perfume, but when she asked you in a low voice if you wanted to get out, you immediately accepted. Excusing yourselves saying you had to deal with a little problem, you got out of the room

You had always loved these meetings, but there was something much more exciting than sitting at a table waiting for you

Kahei lead you to a smaller room, that seemed to have much more intimacy than the previous one you guys stayed in. Your heartbeat increased as you sat down next to her, waiting for her to say something

“You’re so pretty” she suddenly said, kissing your forehead

“You’re the prettiest” you replied, kissing her hands

“You’re so adorable, makes me want to treat you so good, just to see that smile of yours” she kissed your cheeks as you grinned

“And you’re making me nervous” you admitted, kissing her cheeks back, ghosting over her lips

“And you’re making me want to kiss you” she declared, a glimpse of timidity in her voice

“I’m not going to stop you. Kiss me Kahei, please”

And like it was the most natural thing in the world, like you had been born and went through the entirety of your lives just for this moment, like the world was ending, like nothing else mattered, she grabbed your face and pressed her lips onto yours, kissing you softly. There was something sweet about her movements, gentle and clearly restraining herself, you couldn’t lie and say you disliked it, how come was she so perfect?

In that very moment, you thanked the world for making you meet the best future “business partner” you could ever wish for ;)

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simpleellegance · 11 months

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The First Drop of Rain

Hi, this is my fanfiction called First Drop of Rain, its a twilight fanfic but i changed quite a few things. I give cannon the old yeller treatment if you know what I mean... anyway this is the prolouge and the first chapter, as of this moment (6/9/23) I have written 58 chapters and 158,515 words. Chapter 58 will be going up on 6/11/23 on the three sites I already post this fanfiction on. that would be Wattpad, Fanfiction.Net, and ao3. It is located on those sites under the name “The First Drop of Rain” and my username is the same there as it is here. SimpleEllegance (yes that is elegance with two L’s)

This is certainly not my first fanfic and it certainly won’t be my last. I plan on eventually posting all of the fanfiction on here but as of right now it is just these two chapters. (because 58 chapters is a lot for one weekend if we are being honest.) If this piques your interest just know that the writing only gets better because I wrote these two chapters over three years ago and never edited them.

Not to toot my own horn, but *toot toot* my main character, Arabella, grows as a person in the actual story. In the beginning she holds some similarities to Bella because they were childhood friends and had similar families. By chapter four I begin to show you the numerous ways she is different from Bella.

Read to find out more ;)

ps the pov changes to first person after the prologue.

Prologue

In a basket, naked, wrapped in a blanket, peaceful and soundless with a small pink note and a white rose lying beside her, a newborn baby sleeps unaware that she lies on the doorstep of the local precinct. Her name is Arabella Viviana and she was about to change someone's life.

When Arabella was found, the rain had dampened her skin and the chill of the night had made her nose icy cold. Officer Swan picked up the basket and stared in shock. It was his first week back after his own daughter had been born, and here lay a child no older than her, abandoned on the step of the Forks police department. Officer Swan brought the small child inside, and looked at Officer Jacks, both men completely flabbergasted at the idea of the tiny child lying in the basket.

•••

Officer Derek Jacks and his wife Gwen took the small girl in, seeing as Gwen could not have children herself. That little girl was showered in love and raised alongside Officer Charlie Swan's daughter Isabella. The girls became fast friends, and once they began school, also played with a reservation boy named Jacob. The three children were as thick as thieves always wandering the woods behind Isabella's house, playing in the tide pools of LaPush, and even playing hide and seek in the police station after school on Friday's when Gwen Jacks needed a babysitter while she worked a late shift at the diner and Renee Swan needed to go to the grocery.

Isabella was always so clumsy, tripping over her own feet, and Jake was always there trying to make sure she was okay. Little Arabella however was interested in the hiding, running, or spying she could do during their fun little games. She wasn't much of a klutz, but she did have her moments. When those moments happened were they drastic. Like falling from the tree she had climbed high into just to find out how high she could go. These three friends spent every waking moment they could laughing and playing, entire photo albums were made by Gwen Jacks and given to Isabella' and Jacob's mothers.

When Charlie and Renee divorced later, Isabella moved away, and Arabella only saw Jake on the days when Charlie, Derek, and Jake's dad Billy got together to watch the game. Jake however, did not hold the love for the little redhead Arabella as he did for the beautiful brunette Isabella.

In the years to come after Gwen Jacks was killed in a car accident, Jake and Arabella got close, bonding over the loss of both their mothers.

"I know it's hard." He said softly into her hair as she wept, her head laying against his shoulder. Her shoulders were shaking so hard he could barely hold onto her.

"She's gone." Her voice was ragged as she pulled away and began to wipe her face. "She's gone Jake and I'll never have her back."

"Ara... I..." Never had Jacob Black been at a loss for words.

"I know." She sniffled, leaning against him; they both sat on the wooden floor in Arabella's house. Through the archway into the dimly lit dining room around the table sat Billy Black, Charlie Swan, and Derek Jacks. They all wore varying shades of black suits, Derek holding a glass filled with scotch, Billy a beer, and Charlie the keys. Slowly Ara began to drift, playing with a loose thread in her black dress. When she woke again, she found that Charlie was covering her and Jake with a blanket.

"Sorry Ara... go back to sleep hon." He crouched down and sighed. "I'm gonna walk your dad up to his bed, and then I'm taking Billy home."

"What about Jake?" Ara asked, feeling his soft breath making his chest rise and fall.

"It looks like being here is what he needs most. His sisters are taking care of a couple things anyways." Charlie patted her shoulder and stood again, wheeling a drunk Billy from the room.

That was two years ago. Ever since that night, Arabella's life has not been the same.

Chapter One

"Arabella Jacks?"

"Present!" I raised my hand and straightened my binder. I heard the door click open, and as my gaze drifted upward to the visitor, I opened my notebook and grabbed my pencil.

"Sorry to interrupt." The principal had stepped into the room. With him were three strikingly beautiful students. "We've got some new students this quarter. Please make them feel welcome." He smiled and then handed Mrs.Cloud a file of papers.

"Very well. Go ahead and find seats." Mrs.Cloud smiled kindly to the three new students. "Class, this is Rosalie Hale, Emmett Cullen, and Edward Cullen."

My eyes followed in order of their stance, ending with the one named Edward- and instantly I was stuck with a flabbergasted feeling.

He's so just asjdfklsjheoaha. Sweet baby Jesus.

"Now I will have you three books in just a moment. As for the rest of the class, please begin your essays of Shakespeare's 'Midsummer's Night Dream' . I expect the rough draft by the end of the hour." Mrs.Cloud continued, and the new kids moved forward and took seats across the room.

I placed my pencil slowly on the paper, and watched the bronze haired boy as he took his seat beside me. "Hello." I whispered, flashing a small smile. "My name's Arabella."

"Edward." He whispered back, keeping his eyes to the desk.

What a nice name. Very prince-like.

"Well Edward, would you like to borrow my book? I've already finished the essay." When he shook his head I just sighed lightly and began scribbling the Cinquain poem for extra credit. "Well if you need it... it's here." I mumbled lightly, doubting he could even hear me.

You're just annoying him. Chill out.

After the poem was finished, I had drawn a scene at the bottom depicting Lysander's betrayal to Hermia. When the hour was finally over, I stood, walking over to the three new kids, and smiling. "Hi. I've already introduced myself to Edward, but I just wanted to say hi to you two, my names Arabella, if you guys need anything just ask! I'm happy to help, and I wanted to be the first to officially welcome you to Forks High! You're going to enjoy the next four years in these halls... well I hope." I quickly, and quite literally, bit my tongue to stop myself from the rambling I had already begun down.

Wow I'm so stupid. I thought, they probably already heard all of this and now I'm just that weird girl who said something. Stupid. I sighed and looked at them with a smile.

"Well thank you Arabella." The other boy said with a smile. "I'm Emmett, and this is Rose."

"Oh I love the picture!" Rose said as her eyes found my open notebook.

"Thanks... I'm kinda big into English, so I like to do the extra credit work. Mrs.Cloud always posts what the extra credit requirements are in the corner of the white board." I smiled as I then ripped the page along its perforated edge, saving myself from any annoying paper poop, and dropping it into my hour's homework bin.

"That's awesome." Rose smiled, then grabbed Emmett and Edward's arms. "We've got to get to our next class, but I hope we'll get to talk later!"

"Absolutely!" I felt like duh an idiot, they were welcoming but probably because they had to be. I walked from the room with my hair creating a red tinted veil between my face and the hallway. Slowly I pushed it back and walked to my locker, jiggling the lock aggravatingly until I heard a voice behind me.

"Do you need help with that?" I spun around and saw a girl with a brunette pixie cut and an awkward blonde boy.

"Oh! Uhh yeah thanks." I stepped back awkwardly and told her my combination, with a few quick spins and a sure pull she popped it open. "It must have been caught."

"Must have." She said with a grin before side stepping two lockers and jiggling it open. I rifled through my locker looking for my science book aggravatingly, eventually sliding my foot onto the bottom and hoisting myself up to look in the top of my locker. My eye caught it and I reached forward, losing my grip and falling backwards, fear raked through my body until my back crashed into a cold hand, my own hands still reaching out for the locker like I was mid fall.

"Be careful." The awkward blonde boy said with a clenched jaw.

"Oh. Thanks." I said sheepishly, righting myself and turning to look at both the students beside me. "I'm Arabella by the way. I don't think we've met."

"Oh! I'm Alice and this is Jasper!" The brunette with the great fashion sense hopped forward. "It's nice to meet you Arabella." She grinned an amazingly bright smile and grabbed Jasper's hand.

"It's nice to meet you!" I clutched my book to my chest and twitched my fingers reflexively around the softened edges of my journal that I both wrote and drew all over in. "Um, welcome to Forks High!" I took a quick guess that they were new, because I had personally met every person in the school. It was the perks of having a father on the police force and a dog on the K-9 unit.

"Oh thank you!" Alice said happily, and pulled herself close to Jasper, wrapping her arm around his and holding onto his bicep. "We have to get class but I hope to see you again!" She pulled Jasper away and I felt so embarrassed and ashamed, knowing I had probably annoyed them, but then an overwhelming feeling of confidence washed over me, but drowned just as quickly as it came. Quickly I rushed to my class, falling into my seat and seeing no sign of the new kids. I sighed inwardly and opened my science book, the notes from the previous day fluttering down along with the pages of the book. I eyed my red pen and began to doodle along the edges, just tiny doodles, nothing all too large, just something to fill the empty margins.

As each class passed my fear of embarrassment ebbed away slowly and I found myself entering the lunch room with hope to offer them a seat at my lunch table, maybe I could introduce Alice and Jasper to Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward. Excitedly I entered the line to the salad bar, smiling at the lunch lady who was refilling the sunflower seeds. "Looks delicious today." I grinned, holding the foam plate in my hand gingerly.

"Yeah. Whatever." She rolled her eyes and walked away, Carol was always such a bitch.

After I got my small salad as my stomach rumbled, I sat down at an empty table. My friend Gaia slammed her food down and flopped into the seat beside me. "Carol is a bitch." She said as she ripped open the top of her orange juice.

"Yeah. Fuck Carol." I laughed, nibbling on my lettuce apprehensively.

"She told me I wasn't allowed to have tomato soup!" Gaia slammed her hand on the table. "I HAD TO GET CHICKEN NOODLE!"

"Uhmm... Gi, you're allergic to tomatoes... and you threw up your own blood last time you had it." I put my fork down after eating only half the lettuce leaf.

"That's besides the point! She could have let me eat it and enjoy the rest of what my life has. If it was my time to go then it was my time to go!" Gaia burst out in a fit of laughter, holding her stomach as she did so.

"You're such a loser Gaia." I chuckled, shaking my head. Taking a sip of water I glanced around. "Have you seen the new kids?"

"Oh yeah! That Alice Cullen girl and Jasper Hale are in my second class." She said, slurping a noodle up in her mouth quickly. When I heard their names I felt instantly stupid. It wasn't some huge coincidence that they all started the same day, a Wednesday no less, they must all already know each other. "Oh there they are now." She mumbled, a bit of broth rolling down her chin and making me feel sick. I spun around and saw all five of them enter the cafeteria and look over the land. Catching Alice's eye, I beckoned her over.

"Hey come sit with us!" I spoke happily, waving them over and pushing my salad away, ignoring the growling and emptiness in my stomach.

Sure enough Alice began to drag them over, and they all took seats around the table, each one varying levels of mystery. "Arabella- right?" Emmet said with a dashing smile.

"Oh! Yeah! You can call me Ari though, everyone does. And this is Gaia, but everyone just calls her Gi." I sipped the drink in front of me and smiled.

"I really love your name." Rosalie said, pushing her blonde locks aside and whispering something that sounded just as a buzz of noise to Emmett beside her.

Her name is so much prettier. Mine isn’t even super original.

"Oh! Thank you." I spoke awkwardly and capped the drink. "So What brings y'all to the cloudiest and rainiest place in America?" Very few people actually ever moved here, they only ever moved away. I studied each of them. They all were so flawless, each looked at the room like they had nothing left to see, but everything to experience.

It was Edward who spoke up, his eyes had been flicking between Gaia and I before they settled on me. "Our adoptive father is the newest family doctor at the hospital."

Damn what a gene pool- wish I could relate.

"That's awesome, my dad is a police officer in town, and Gaia's mom is the fire chief." I turned to look at Gaia, who was shoveling chicken and noodles into her mouth.

"Yeah!" She swallowed hard and smiled, putting her spork down and picking up her stuff. "Hey, Ari, I gotta go. Yearbook emergency. I guess all of the senior quotes re-arranged themselves and every time they fix it and save it, it defaults back into the page with the wrong quotes."

"Oh my god!" I sat up a little, staring at her. One of the last things the yearbook needed was a mob of angry seniors.

"Yeah- Uhmm just stop by after school, I still need those drawings too by the way. That way we can make sure it stays formatted properly." She smiled apologetically as she threw the bag over her shoulder and pulled out her phone. "It was nice to meet you- I'll be in touch with all of you soon." She ran off, emptying her tray and throwing it to the cart where the dirty ones were placed.

"She'll be in touch with us?" Emmett said with a laugh, looking at me for answers.

"Yeah, Gi is a one woman power house. We're freshman and she's already the student council president, editor and chief of the yearbook and the school news, and teaches the fire safety classes at the elementary once a week." I laughed, pulling my red hair around to one shoulder. "She means she's going to talk to each of you for a 'get to know me' in the newsletter, and so she can possibly recommend extra curricula around the school."

I bet they would all get the best ones. I just get the "keep being you" bullshit.

"That's really cool." Emmet responded with a smile. "What-" he was cut off by the sound of Edward coughing. Edward mumbled something quickly under his breath and Emmet seemed to almost have understood.

"What?" I asked, now genuinely curious.

"What is something you would recommend around here?" He said happily.

"Oh my friend Jake and I always go to Lapush beach and surf, Jake lives on the reservation." I explained excitedly. "It's honestly one of-"

I was cut off when Jessica walked over. "I'm sorry, is she bothering you?" Shrinking down I just desperately wanted to disappear. "Sorry she's such a spaz."

"What?" Edward looked up suddenly, his eyes fierce. Tears welled in my eyes and I cast them downward.

She's right. I'm awful. I'm too weird. Why do I even try?

"Yeah she totally is depressed for attention." She snorted and moved closer to Edward. "You could do better."

What is she even talking about? I'm just trying to be friendly. I just want to be nice. What have I ever done to her?

"Leave." Rosalie said with a growl. "Now." Emmet grabbed her arm and whispered into her hair as I hid behind mine.

I wasn't sure what happened next but Jessica was gone and Edward was sighing. "Don't listen to her. She's more insecure than you could imagine."

"No, it's fine. I'm fine." I lied. I felt like I had been broken in half, but I pulled the tears back and blinked them away, looking up and pushing my hair behind my ear, grabbing my drink quickly and taking a large swig. "Nothing I haven't heard from Jessica." I shrugged and began fiddling with the edges of my jacket. "She's usually way meaner honestly." I mumbled, hoping they wouldn't hear me.

"She's just jealous." Jasper spoke up, giving a quick, quirky smile. He had the faintest of accents that reminded me of an old Western movie.

I snorted and crossed my arms. "I highly doubt that. She's got Mike fawning over her like crazy." With a quick motion I plucked a single cucumber slice from my plate and took a small bite. My stomach rumbled quietly and Rosalie looked up.

"I'm so sorry if we are keeping you from eating!" She pushed my plate towards me slowly but I pushed back reluctantly.

"I'm not hungry." I smiled.

I'm starving.

The lunch period went on, eventually ending with me getting to know the family in front of me better. On my way to my next class Edward caught up to me. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Yeah I'm good, why wouldn't I be?"

"Just what Jessica said back there. It was just..." he sighed heavily. "You're not a spaz." He added humor to the words, but there was something deeper. Almost like he knew every word from Jessica's mouth affected me.

"Well thanks." I laughed, flipping my hair behind me as it tickled my face. His eye caught something, drifting to my upper arm.

Oh my god he's noticing I'm a peasant and not worth standing near him. Shit. Act normal!

"What's that scar from?" He pointed to the jagged and thick scar just above my elbow.

"Oh I fell out of the big tree by the police station when I was little, and broke my arm really badly." I laughed and smiled with triumph. "But I climbed it again a few days after I got my cast and succeeded. I could see half the town from where I got. It was amazing, I was higher than you could imagine."

"Haha, I bet your mom wasn't too happy about that." He joked as we pushed our way around the corner.

Oh fuckery of the highest. When did that happen... wait.... shit.... Bella was gone already. Shit.

"Um, actually my mom had already died. Car accident." Casting my eyes downward I chewed my lip nervously.

"Oh, I... I'm so sorry for your loss."

"It's fine, it was a long time ago and I had Jake... the same car accident killed his mom too." I held my books tighter, feeling that pit in my stomach filled with sorrow. "Let's change the subject. It's getting too sad." A smile popped forward onto my face.

I'll be damned if I cry in front of him.

"Oh okay!" Edward laughed at this point. "Wait, what's your next class?" He said as he neared a door.

"This one. American history isn't my favorite, I like the world better but I just have to wait I guess." I said with a shrug.

"American history is a lot more detailed than you would think. You just have to look past the common core stuff." He said as he held open the door for me.

Such a gentleman, why can't they all be made like this.

"Well thank you." I ducked under his arm, not like it took much ducking, being short has its perks. Once in the room I turned to look at him. "I'll warn you right now, don't sit next to Collin. He's gonna cheat off you even if you get worse grades than him. Chronic cheater that man."

In more ways than one.... assbut.

"Noted." Edward chuckled. He walked over to the teacher, and I slid into my seat in the back of the room. Pulling out my notebook I began drawing distractedly. I looked up when movement caught my eye. The empty seat next to me had been filled by Edward. There was only one empty seat in this class, I realized, and it was the one next to mine. "Well I'm not next to Collin." Edward joked and thumbed through his history book.

There is a god.

"We're covering Spanish influenza and its effect on America right now." I smiled, opening my own book. "Chapter seven."

"Oh... really?" He asked, surprised.

"Yeah, Mr.Hughs is huge into the economic facts of history." I said with a smile and laugh.

Eww that laugh was awful. Like Satan himself just crawled out my throat. Shook.

"Well then." He laughed and opened his book to the page, pulling out his paper and pen and began writing. His writing was the actual embodiment of beauty. I looked at my own chicken scratch and crinkle my nose.

Once the class was done Edward and I parted ways, eventually I had stepped into the yearbook room, smiling at Angela as she stepped from the dark room holding newly developed photos. "Hey. I heard Jessica gave you a hard time... I'm sorry... if I had been there she wouldn't have said anything."

"No it's fine Angela, you were dealing with the emergency just as much as Gaia was." I smiled and glanced at the photos. "Those are really good."

"Thanks! I can't wait to see them with your sketches formatted behind them!" She excitedly walked over to the table and began to sort them into piles of what pages and sections they belonged to. Once I found Gaia at her desk, I took in the look of it. She had a larger desk, and it was littered with pictures, and reprinted pages of the seniors and their quotes.

"I don't understand Ari." Gaia said when she saw me. "It's fixed on the computer but when I print it it's jumbled again." She rubbed her temples and started at the page.

"Use it to your advantage then."

"What an advantage. It's a mess. They are never going to let a freshman have power again, let alone me." She groaned and took a drink from a Starbucks coffee bottle.

"Here let me see." I grabbed a paper and pen, and sketched rough boxes and made squiggles where words would be. "Do this then." I slid the paper to her and she took it in.

"Oh my god. Ari, that's ingenious!" She stood quickly and scrambled over to the group who was working on the senior pages. I heard her explain it and turned around to me. "You just saved the yearbook. I'm going to put a front page dedication to you in the newspaper tomorrow. 'Hometown hero turns school savior!' Yeah that'll work." She laughed and hugged me tightly, she was half a head taller than me, but it wasn't awkward at all.

"You really don't have to." I said, smiling at her, only now could I take in the full effect of how much stress this had caused her. Her deep brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a pencil shoved into it, and her shrug's sleeves were shoved above her elbows, where eczema sat red and irritated and brought forth by stress. "Here's the drawings." I said as I pulled a folder filled with 205 different drawings. "I threw in a couple alternates, and you can rearrange them however you think they fit best. Oh!" I pulled out another paper filled with little boxes with intricate designs. "And for borders you can use this!" I smiled happily and zipped my bag back up.

"Thank you so much!" She handed the drawings off to Angela who smiled excitedly and started thumbing through them to figure out what would go best where. "You want to hang out after I'm finished here? Shouldn't be much longer."

"Actually Jake and I are going to LaPush to surf. The swell is supposed to be amazing." I smiled and began to pull my hair up in the bun it would remain in.

"Okay! Well you and me are on tomorrow night- I want to watch a movie and eat some popcorn!"

"Deal." I smiled and left the room, heading home on my bicycle and ditching my school clothes for my swimsuit and surf shirt, and putting jeans and a jacket over it. Leaving my stuff all over my bed I slid my phone into my pocket, grabbed my board and my bag to shove my clothes in, and off I went. I dialed my dad's number, leaving a message for him of where I was going and when I would be home. I poured food into Maddie's bowl so she could eat as soon as she got home, and I snagged some water for myself.

I was outside the moment Jake and Billy pulled up, throwing my board in the back and climbing up into the truck. "Hey loser." I said with a grin, staring at Jake. "When you gonna cut your hair? Them locks gonna be longer than mine." I said in a nasally voice, mocking one of the elderly we had ran into when we went to the movies last week.

"Ari, you're crazy." Jake said with a laugh as Billy chuckled, taking off. "Dad is going to drop us off at the Clearwater's house, he has tribe stuff to do so we are going to have to walk to the beach."

"Okay!" I said happily, looking out the window as the scene I had known and loved my entire life flew by. By the time we reached the Clearwater's we had Billy laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Lady Gaga's poker face came on, and the combination of Jake and I screaming the lyrics at the top of our lungs in funny voices was too much to handle.

"Okay don't be too late kiddos." Billy said as he was helped into the house by Harry Clearwater. I stopped to wave at the ten year old Clearwater boy named Seth who was watching through the window excitedly.

"We won't, I already called my dad too." I smiled and pulled my bag on my shoulders and grabbed my board. "When are you, Charlie, and my dad getting together for game night again?"

"I'm not sure, but I hope it's soon, they just have their hands full in the sheriff's station." He called me before the door shut.

"Did you year Riley Biers got arrested for loitering?" Jake asked, looking at me with a smile, he knew I used to have a huge crush on Riley when we were younger, I had always looked up to him in awe and glory.

"Wait, he got arrested for it!?"

"Well he had a joint and a beer bottle in his hand but yeah, the initial thing was loitering." Jake laughed and I shoved him a little.

"I'll race you to the beach." I said, jumping suddenly and smiling.

"Oh you're on!" Suddenly we were in a full out run, laughing and screaming.

I won. I got to the beach three paces ahead of Jake, both of us panting, we crashed onto the ground and began to pull off our outer clothes, the swimsuits underneath. "Hey how about next week we do a bit of cliff jumping?" I asked with a smile, Jake and I had a strange relationship, we were like brother and sister, but we also were best friends. He and I constantly challenged and pushed each other.

"Sure!" He said, jumping up and grabbing both our boards. I was busy shoving our clothes into my bag, so Jake carried them to the edge of the water. "Ready!?"

"HELL YEAH!" I went running and grabbed the leash at the end of my board, putting it around my ankle and into the water we went. It was bone chilling cold, but I didn't care, the further in we went the more my board would float and hold me from the churning icy waters. Soon Jake and I were catching waves left and right, whooping and making jokes.

"CAN'T READ MY- CAN'T READ MY- P-P-POKER FACE!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and laughed as I went down the wave. Suddenly I got caught in a rogue wave and all I had to do was scream for Jake before I was under the water, my lungs burnt, I felt my board swing up and hit my back, and the next thing I knew the water was red, my leg stung and my vision was fading.

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