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sleepy phone call Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: fluff :))

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #6 :)

You find yourself unable to fall asleep, leading you to call Wally in the late hours of the night.

“Hello?”

Ah, jeez.

What had you been thinking?

You’d been staring up at your ceiling for who knows long. You’d been tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep, despite the exhaustion seeping through your body.

What made you think calling Wally would be a smart idea in your barely coherent state? Well, actually, it was probably just that. You incoherent state did.

“Hi,” you finally mustered out. You were already regretting your decisions. What if he’d been asleep? What if he had been peacefully reading a book in bed? Painting, for whatever reason?

“... Are you alright?” Wally’s voice returned, laced with concern. There was a bit of rustling. “It’s late,”

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. You were debating hanging up there and then, but that would be even worse at this point, wouldn't it?

“I don’t mind in the slightest.”

Your heart swelled. He was always so sweet and considerate, wasn’t he? Always there when you needed him. You shouldn't have doubted that.

“... I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, gnawing lightly on your bottom lip.

“Ha ha, I think I know how that feels,”

You facepalmed. You’re an idiot, aren’t you? No, he had not been asleep.

Nonetheless, a giggle slipped past your lips, amused by your own silly mistake.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be one to speak, huh? That was insensitive,” you chuckled, “I’m sorry,”

“I don’t mind,” he told you. “I’m quite used to it. What keeps you up though, neighbour?”

What was keeping you awake? Really, you had no clue. Was it the fact that you couldn’t get him off your mind, to the point where you subconsciously thought ‘hey, calling Wally in the ungodly hours in the early morning is a good idea’?

You shifted your seated position, fiddling with the phone's cord as you pursed your lips in thought. Finally, you decided on an answer.

“I’m not entirely sure,” you sighed. “I just… maybe my brain is being too loud, tonight.” You claimed. It wasn't a lie, yet it saved you from telling the full, embarrassing truth.

“Is there something on your mind you’d like to speak about?” You heard a bit of light shuffling.

“I…” you paused, trying to find the words you wanted to say. “I’m not sure, honestly,” you grumbled. “I think… I think I just wanted to hear your voice,” you confessed to him, blunt and honest.

The call went silent. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach. Did that sound odd?

“Wally?” You forced a chuckle, wiping your sweaty palms on your sheets. When did it get so warm in your house? “Sorry, that was probably a strange thing to say, wasn’t it?” You apologized, grimacing a little.

“Not at all,” his response came swiftly, pausing before he continued. “I’m honoured to hear you say that, neighbour,”

“Okay,” you breathed, relieved you hadn’t creeped him out. You knew Wally wasn’t very judgemental, but you still worried sometimes with the things that slipped past your lips.

Silence fell between the two of you, leaving you to desperately wrack your brain to figure out the right words to say.

What was the point of being so uptight? You already let that last comment slide. You were getting too tired to care, anymore.

“Would you mind…” you began, taking a second to figure if you really wanted to say this.

“Would you mind, just… talking?” You requested shyly.

“Hmm…” he hummed, “Would you like me to talk about anything in particular?”

“Anything,” you shook your head, despite the fact he wouldn't be able to see it.

“Anything…” Wally parroted, going quiet for a while. Your eyes fell shut, your body further into your mattress. Even with him on the phone now, you were feeling less restless than you had been beforehand. His company was comforting, even over a silly call.

“Can I… confess, something to you, neighbour?” Wally’s sweet voice returned to your ears.

“Of course you can, Wally. I’m always here for you if you need me,” you mumbled.

“... Do you promise?” His tone almost seemed to be one of slight insecurity, an unusual sound for him. Your eyes reopened, staring back up at your ceiling. This seemed like something that could be important to him, and you wanted to ensure he had your full attention.

“Cross my heart, always and forever…” the words fell off your tongue with ease, repeating a vow he told to you some weeks prior. A promise you were more than willing to keep in return.

“Well,” Wally began, “I have… a secret. One that I’ve been keeping from you, that’s about you. One that I've found to cause me some distress,”

About you? Now, that was a bit worrisome.

“I hope I haven’t done anything wrong to harm you,” you stressed. That was the last thing you wanted.

“No, no, you’ve done nothing wrong at all,”

“Thank goodness, I was terrified,” you breathed a chuckle, your worry levels lowering. The feeling was still there, as you remained unsure of what the cause of Wally’s distress truly was.

“Sorry, neighbour… I’m struggling to find the right words to say it to you,” he admitted, sounding slightly defeated.

“Take your time, Wally. There’s no rush. I’ll be ready when you are,” you tried to put his mind at ease.

You could hear him inhale deep and slow, holding it for a few moments, before letting it back out. He spoke gently.

“Your eyes,”

He paused for only a second, releasing a sigh.

“They rob the words off of my tongue.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening in surprise.

“My heart,” he went on, “it sings with euphoria every second you are near,”

There was no way this was happening.

“Ha ha… we may as well call it yours, with how full of you it is,”

Said heart pounded in your chest so loud, you could hear it in your head.

“It’s no secret how I enjoy indulging in art quite frequently,” He continued.

“And yet, you manage to be the most extravagant masterpiece I’ve come across,” His voice was at a new level of gentleness than you’ve ever heard before. It was filled with nothing but open honesty, although you felt like there was something else laced in with it.

“You’re unfathomably endearing, and I crave more of you every time we part. That night we spent time together under the stars?” He ended with a questioning lilt, causing you to reflect back on that evening.

“There were so many things I wanted to say to you then. I wanted to tell you that if you asked me to, I’d figure out a way to give you the moon. That, despite the sky full of them, you shine brighter than any star up there in my eyes,”

You didn’t know what to say. Truth be told, you were simply just… speechless.

“And after all this time, I’m still dancing around the point that I’m trying to get across, ha ha,”

“The truth is, my darling…”

Your mind is playing tricks on you, if you heard what you were expecting next.

“... I’m in lo–”

You slammed the phone down on its base.

This was not happening.

Were you dreaming?

Have you been asleep this whole time, stuck in an extremely realistic dream?

The pain in your arm when you pinched it tightly answered that question for you…

You stared into the darkness of your house, wide eyed.

Was he really about to say what you thought he was?

“Of course he was!” You answered that question aloud, slapping your hands to your face.

And you just hung up on him!

You froze.

You hung up on him.

…

You scrambled out of bed.

You tripped over your twisted blankets in the process.

Go, go, go! Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t care to put on any shoes. It was the least of your concerns right now. You yanked your front door open, darting out of it, and making a mad dash to Home.

Your feet padded against the ground below them, your legs moving faster than you thought they even could. Your adrenaline was spiking through the roof!

What if it was too late now? What if you ruined your chances, forever?

Your brain nagged at you. What if this? What if that?

When you came into Home’s view, it didn't even see you as you approached, attention focussed elsewhere. Once it did take notice of you, its door swung open for you, swaying slightly as if to usher you in. That's exactly what you did.

Your eyes, blurred with stressed tears, scanned the room around you. Drifting to the table where Wally's phone typically sat, you found it to be missing. You followed the line that connected to the wall, ending at the landline, sat right next to the man you were looking for.

His head lifted from his knees, attention captured by the sound of your hurried breaths as your body tried to compose itself.

His widened in shock eyes met yours, teardrops rolling down his cheeks as they did on yours. No matter, a smile still remained on his features, despite being the most pathetic you’ve ever seen. You stared at each other for a moment, until you swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“Say it to my face,” you panted out.

You walked closer, kneeling before him, your hands cupping his cheeks. His own came up, wrapping gently around your wrists.

“Please,” you begged softly, voice cracking with desperation, choked up. “Please, Wally, say it to my face,”

His gaze softened, never breaking from yours. He opened his mouth, hesitating.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.

And that’s all you needed to hear.

You closed the gap between you, kissing him, his grip on your wrists tightening.

“Again?” You murmured softly as you pulled away, looking into his awestruck eyes. He took a moment to process what had happened, before he responded.

“... I’m in love with you,”

Your lips pressed to his in another gentle kiss, Wally having the mind to return it, more prepared this time. When you pulled away, the corners of his smile quirked upwards.

“Ha ha, again?” He was the one to request this time, leaning his forehead against yours. “I'm in love with you,” he repeated, hopeful of receiving another kiss. You gave a choked giggle, giving him what he desired. You pecked his lips, his cheeks, and then his forehead.

“I’m in love with you too, Darling.”

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but! feelings are out there! feelings are reciprocated! yippee! I hope you enjoyed this part, maybe just a smidge more than the last, haha!

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more Singin' in the Rain ot3, now on the honeymoon boat

part one

part two

The ship was a grand one. Cosmo, whose nautical knowledge began and ended with that Douglas Fairbanks picture about pirates, could tell that much. There was a majestic dining room and a wide, clean promenade and state-of-the-art engines that would get them to Europe in just a few days. The dining room even featured a four-piece band, who were a little stiff but not half bad.

His room, his island of privacy away from Don and Kathy and their combined magnetic pull, was bigger than he expected, well-appointed. It went a little overboard embracing an Egyptian theme, although the decorators had tastefully stopped short of including an actual mummy in a giant stone sarcophagus. He was grateful for that. The piano, as promised, sat in the place of where a desk might normally be, keys gleaming invitingly.

There was just one problem.

“How,” said Cosmo, dropping onto the bed, “did you manage to accidentally book us two adjoining rooms?”

“I’m sorry,” said Don, crossing his arms. “There must’ve been a mix-up at the offices.”

“Maybe the travel agent heard wrong on the telephone,” said Kathy. She rubbed Don’s back consolingly. Don shot her a grateful look. It was all very sweet, probably.

“How?” said Cosmo again. “Nothing sounds like ‘adjoining.’ It doesn’t even have a rhyme.”

“Are you certain?” said Kathy.

Cosmo nodded; he’d already run through the alphabet, twice. “The closest I can get to is ‘disappointing.’” Don was leaning into Kathy’s back rub like a cat, but his face was full of uncatlike guilt. “Don,” said Cosmo, “look, pal, I appreciate the free ticket, but please tell me you’ll fix this.”

“I already talked to the cruise director and there aren’t other rooms,” said Don. “We’re out in the ocean, what do you want me to do, alert the coast guard?”

“Alert the coast guard,” said Cosmo, “flag down a passing mermaid, strike a bargain with Poseidon himself!”

“Who?” said Don.

“The Greek god of the sea,” said Kathy, like that was the important part.

“I don’t speak any Greek,” Don replied, “do you?”

“I will swim to shore,” Cosmo said, to nobody in particular.

“We can swap over to a different ship when we get to port if we need to,” said Don, shoulders slumping uncharacteristically. He must’ve felt worse about his screw-up than he let on. “In the meantime, the door locks from both sides, so—”

“I’m not—worried that you’ll barge in at all hours pestering me for a cup of sugar,” Cosmo broke in.

Don blinked. Kathy went very still beside him.

Out loud, it sounded more suggestive than he’d meant. Why had he picked sugar, the sauciest ingredient of the baking world?

“Or flour,” he amended.

“Then what’s the trouble?”

“I.” Cosmo sighed. “Why am I the only person in this room who seems to know what a honeymoon is for?”

“Why,” said Don, wide-eyed, “what’s it for?”

“D’you think, if I jumped in the sea and started paddling now—” said Cosmo.

“Don’t worry,” said Kathy. “Don and I can be very quiet.”

And the trouble was, this was worse. The prospect of hearing them from the other side of a single thin door was one thing, and honestly it was plenty bad—Cosmo had played a role during several key moments of their courtship but at least he could say he didn’t know what they sounded like in the throes of passion—but for reasons that Cosmo did not feel like examining, the thought of them stifling themselves in the act, the thought of them naked in bed together, touching each other, biting down on a giggle or a moan, and whispering, ‘Shh, don’t wake Cosmo,’ made him feel like his whole stomach was a sore tooth.

“Don’t put yourselves out on my account,” he told them. Belatedly, he realized that was maybe the worst thing he could’ve said. He blushed, and then he stood, face still flaming—Damn his Irish complexion—nodded to them both, and fled to the promenade.

The ocean stretched in all directions as far as Cosmo could see. It was dizzying, and also strangely calming. He stared out at the waves and reminded himself, hardly for the first time, that it wasn’t Don’s fault how Cosmo felt about him. It wasn’t Don’s fault, and it wasn’t Kathy’s fault that she was maybe the most charming woman he’d ever met. You could certainly blame Don for booking the rooms, for not double-checking over the telephone, but there was no malice to it. They were both, at the end of the day, wonderful people who had decided to open this trip up to him for whatever reason, and besides, his bed was piled with any number of pillows he could jam over his head if they did make noise at night.

He stood there holding onto the railing for a long time. Eventually, he heard footsteps behind him.

“Feeling better?” said Don quietly, almost lost under the roar of the water. Without really trying to, Cosmo turned to look at him. Under his coat, Don was wearing a nicer suit than before, and the color had returned to his face. He looked—well, he looked like a handsome movie star married to a gorgeous starlet. Don took a few steps and rested his hands next to Cosmo’s on the rail.

“It’s the salt air, I think,” said Cosmo, nodding. “Feels like I could do anything. Why, I might write another musical, wear my trousers baggy, become a pirate.”

“Your trousers are fine as is,” said Don.

Cosmo shrugged. “A little change can be good.”

“Sure, unless it isn’t.” Don sighed. It was an awfully sad sigh to be having about the fit of a guy’s pants, Cosmo thought, but then Don turned to him and added, “You know, we really have missed you.”

“Don,” said Cosmo patiently. “I was at your house this Thursday. I stayed for three hours. I drank all your gin.”

Don didn’t make a crack about the gin, which was probably a bad sign. “And before that?”

Before that, it had been a while. Cosmo winced inwardly. “I’ve been busy,” he said, “you’ve been busy, Kathy’s been busy—”

“We invited you over, four different times,” Don interjected. “If I’ve done something, if we’ve done something, I wish you would just tell us.”

In front of them, the sea rolled and rolled. Cosmo thought about deflection, about twisting the moment into a joke, a sword duel where cold steel met only an outstretched rubber chicken: squeak.

He let out a long breath. “Why the Hell did you bring me along on your honeymoon?”

“We brought you along because we wanted you along,” said Don. “Whenever you’re not there, we wish you were. It doesn’t need to be any harder than that.”

“So it isn’t…” Cosmo started.

“What?” “You and Kathy aren’t having problems? Hoping for a buffer, or a distraction?” It was a very new theory on Cosmo’s part, and once the words had left his mouth, he realized how badly they fit the facts at hand.

Don smiled a private little smile. “Me and Kathy are doing just marvelously.”

“That’s splendid,” said Cosmo, because he had to say something, apparently. Marvelous didn’t bode well for Cosmo’s sanity at night, but it beat his friends being sad. “Lovely.” He let his cadences drift into a so-so British accent. “Capital show, old sport. Tip-top. Simpy spiffing.” Not his best work.

Don lay a hand on Cosmo’s coat sleeve, at the elbow. “Do you want to come to dinner with us?” he said. “It’s meant to be a formal affair but you’ve still got time to change.”

Whenever you’re not here, we wish you were. Obviously, Don didn’t mean “whenever” in the strictest sense—Cosmo got the feeling he was not present in Don’s mind, say, when Don was in bed with his beautiful wife—but the thought now made him feel warmer than the gin had. It would be enough. It had to be.

“Sure,” said Cosmo, “why not,” and Don thumped him encouragingly on the back.

“Cosmo,” said Don as they headed back into the body of the boat, “piracy, really?” Cosmo grinned. “Don’t blame me, blame that salt air. Makes a man feel like anything’s possible.”

Kathy and Don looked enchanting at dinner, and Cosmo cleaned up alright too, if he didn’t say so himself.

The food was good—salmon with hollandaise sauce and French beans, braised duckling with apple sauce, some fancy beef thing, salad Dumas and ice cream for dessert—and the band had relaxed a smidge and was playing something from this century, which was nice.

Over dessert, Kathy told them about how, one night several months before meeting Don, she’d been at a speakeasy during what turned out to be a police raid.

“What were you doing in a speakeasy?” Cosmo asked before he could stop to think about it.

“Why, drinking milk and reading Austen, of course,” she replied, a picture of guilelessness. Don snickered, and she grinned.

“I walked full-speed into that one,” said Cosmo.

“Buddy, you ran,” said Don.

“I was drinking,” Kathy acknowledged, nodding, “but really that’s where the best dancing is. The best music, too.”

Cosmo, who lately only drank at parties or at home because it was easier and safer, nodded thoughtfully.

“Hot jazz?”

“The hottest, at least in Los Angeles. Once we’re back, we should all go!”

“I could always stand to take in more culture,” said Cosmo.

“Oh no,” said Don, “don’t let her pull you into her sordid past. Did you forget the end of the story is ‘and then the police came?’”

“That’s more the middle,” said Kathy. “Well, middle-end.”

“So how’d you escape the reaching arm of the law?” Cosmo asked.

Kathy swallowed her ice cream. “I saw the police were all rushing in through the front door, and I dashed to the back and through the performers’ dressing room. I’d done makeup for some of my school plays, so I fought my way up to the mirror, grabbed a grease pencil—a few lines here, a few lines there—borrowed an old coat of the back of a chair, ran maybe half a block, and pretended to be an old lady.”

“Really,” said Cosmo.

“It’s mostly in the walk and the posture,” she said. “And it helps that a few of the street lights were out.”

“And the cops were fooled?”

“One of them asked me if I’d seen any young people running that way,” said Kathy.

Cosmo clapped his hands together with glee. “Don, you married a criminal mastermind! Never make her angry.”

Don wrapped an arm around her shoulders and flashed her a besotted look. “I don’t intend to.”

Kathy nestled into the half-embrace. “Tell me more about—was it Coyoteville? With the ventriloquist.”

“Dead Man’s Fang,” said Cosmo. “And your wish is my command, but I don’t know what else there is to say. We came, we saw, we lost our sleeping arrangements to a puppet.”

“He tucked it in that night, remember?” said Don suddenly.

“He did!” said Cosmo, delighted.

Sometimes when Don started in on the official line about how they’d studied at the conservatory and the rest of that baloney, Cosmo worried that some part of Don believed it, that it was Cosmo’s job alone to remember how long they’d traveled that strange, bumpy, often farcical road together towards some measure of success and respectability in Hollywood. But Cosmo had completely forgotten that particular detail. He had burned it from his mind.

“After he fell asleep, one of you might have moved the dummy and claimed that bed,” Kathy pointed out.

“He left it with the head turned facing us, eyes open,” said Don. “Neither of us were touching that thing.”

“So instead, Cosmo had to put up with Don all night,” said Kathy solemnly.

“So instead, I had to put up with Don all night.”

He could still recall the potent mix of resignation, terror, and guilty excitement he’d felt, huddling up on that mattress together. Their act at the time had involved being in close quarters a lot—at one point, the choreography had Cosmo leap onto Don’s back and then immediately continue playing the fiddle—so it wasn’t like touching Don was a novelty, back then. But doing it offstage, out of costume, away from any onlookers except for Esther Quill the ventriloquist dummy, it had felt like an entirely different proposition.

Don had been a real champ about it, though. When Cosmo had started shaking with withheld hilarity that this was his life, the punchline of all punchlines and nobody to share it with, not just Don’s best friend but his literal bedwarmer, Don had clearly assumed it was a simple case of the shivers, and so he’d bundled Cosmo close, tucked Cosmo’s head under his chin, and wrapped his arms around him, muttering warm in his ear about how if Cosmo dropped dead, Don was out a dance partner “and that whole routine wouldn’t work as a solo number, it’d go over like a brick.”

“Just imagine what barnyard animal they’d have you opening for then,” Cosmo had whispered back, because Oatmeal, Nebraska had already happened to them. “A pig who juggles. A cow acrobat. A chicken magician. Just a little sleight of wing, folks, nothing up my feathers.”

And Don had laughed, and held Cosmo tighter, and the ventriloquist had shushed them, which had made them both crack up again. It had been a long night, and not one Cosmo would forget in a hurry.

“Who runs hot as a Holland furnace, let me tell you,” he added now, in case his tone had shifted a few shades too close to dreamy.

“Oh, I know,” said Kathy, smiling.

Don raised an accusing finger at him. “Well, you were shaking like a leaf! You’re lucky I was there, especially when we didn’t have so much as a sheet of our own!”

“Wait, why didn’t you have any blankets?” asked Kathy.

“The blankets,” said Don airily, “were for the puppet.”

And so dinner had been a joy, and after that, Don and Kathy invited him back to their room for a drink or two, because they’d had the common sense to bring alcohol, which was of course not offered by the cruise. The three of them sat on Don and Kathy’s bed (much bigger than Cosmo’s—not that he was jealous, he didn’t need the space, but the sheer expanse of mattress really did rival a small country, and Cosmo was determined not to picture in any detail how the two newlyweds might make use of that) and passed a flask around and had some more laughs and when Cosmo next got a glimpse of his watch, it was three in the morning.

“I should go,” he said.

“You don’t have to,” said Kathy. She’d shucked off her heels at some point and now her stocking feet were in Cosmo’s lap. Don sat on her other side, head on her shoulder. He’d loosened his tie early on, and his suitcoat was draped over one of the bedposts. While they were drinking, it had all felt very natural. Looking at them now, Cosmo had the sense he was intruding on something private, something intimate.

Granted, they weren’t exactly trying to kick him out, but Kathy was drunk, or tired, or else she was both drunk and tired, and it was up to Cosmo not to outstay his welcome. They had a whole two weeks together, after all, and their rooms were barely a wall apart.

“My regrets, Cinderella,” said Cosmo, “but I can feel myself turning back into a pumpkin.”

He made as if to stand, but her feet were in the way. Very gently, he picked up her ankles, lifted them off his legs, stood, turned her like they were doing some sort of a dance move, and deposited her feet in Don’s lap instead.

“There,” he said to no one.

A long pause followed. Don and Kathy blinked up at him. He sorely regretted moving her. It had seemed like the most elegant solution. Probably he should’ve found one that didn’t involve taking hold of her legs, skin warm through the thin layer of nylon–

Kathy’s brow furrowed. “What makes you the carriage?” she said at last.

“What?” said Cosmo, who really did need to make an exit.

“Cinderella,” said Don, apparently reading her mind, which was swell for them.

“Better that than the mouse footman,” Cosmo told her. “Or the lizard coachman. Or the horse.” Or—who else? There were a lot of characters in Cinderella, he realized.

“There’s a prince in that story, Cosmo,” said Kathy. “A human prince.”

“Yes,” said Cosmo, patiently, “and you’re married to him, your highness,” He sketched a little bow but Don and Kathy weren’t looking at him. They were having one of those silent couple conversations, with mostly their eyes and eyebrows. A career in movies before the advent of sound had probably given Don a real advantage in that department, Cosmo thought, although Kathy seemed to be holding her own.

“It’s a made-up fairytale,” Kathy said at last. “Why, it can go any way you want it to.”

“The lady’s got a point,” said Don.

Cosmo blinked. He knew how it sounded, knew that to the untrained ear, it certainly—there were overtones, or undertones, or just plain tones that vibrated with suggestion. Cosmo had grown up in Vaudeville and now he lived in Hollywood; these things happened every now and then. These things did not happen to Cosmo. He was good for a dance or a laugh, and nine times out of ten, that was enough for him, but he wasn’t exactly fending off amorous advances—not like Don, and probably not like Kathy, either.

Also, Don liked women. Don only liked women, as far as Cosmo knew, and they had lived out of each other’s pockets for years.

The fact that a late-night ménage à trois rendezvous was increasingly the only explanation that held water in his head—it said more about Cosmo’s fragile mental state than it did about Don and Kathy’s true motives, he decided.

Don and Kathy who were still sitting on the bed, waiting for some sort of response.

“I wouldn’t, uh,” Cosmo started, and then realized with a stab of panic that for once, he didn’t have a joke in the wings, waiting to go. “I wouldn’t know where to start,” he said.

“You said earlier today you might become a pirate,” Don offered. Kathy cuddled up close against his side, watching with bright, intent eyes. He wrapped an arm around her waist. “Enter pirate, stage left.”

“I said I was thinking about it,” said Cosmo, trying not to sound affected and missing by a mile. “A fella can think about all kinds of things he wouldn’t do.”

Case in point: Cosmo was not about to climb back into bed with them, no matter how cozy that bed was, no matter how warm and inviting and beautiful the two of them looked together.

His hands were starting to shake, he realized, and if Don saw that, and past experience was any judge, Cosmo might spend the night being cuddled for warmth again. What was Cosmo’s life? He didn’t go in for horoscopes, but maybe he should’ve, maybe that was the key to understanding the whole puzzle: Cosmo Brown, born under the one constellation that resembled clown shoes. He swallowed back a hysterical laugh and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Why not?” said Kathy quietly.

Because he didn’t want to ruin his oldest friendship and his most promising new one, all in a single go. Because he hated rejection, and the thought of two no’s that close together made his head spin unpleasantly. Because then there would be no more innocent touches and smiles and nightcaps in Don and Kathy’s room.

That wasn’t what she’d asked, though. Mentally, he shook himself.

“If everyone who thought about being a pirate became one, the whole US of A would fall apart,” Cosmo informed them. “Nobody would work, or pay taxes, or go to see films. Not to mention the national parrot shortage—just try to get ahold of birdseed anymore! There’d be a run on eyepatches and tri-corner hats, and the price of a simple pirate earring would shoot through the roof, in fact—”

“It’d cost a buccaneer,” Don filled in. He sounded almost sad, which was a mystery because that bit was evergreen.

“That’s right,” said Cosmo. He rocked back onto his heels, at a loss for a moment. He’d really been counting on that joke to clear the air.

“Cosmo,” said Kathy. “Do you want to go, or do you want to want to go?”

Cosmo struggled to make sense of that. He struggled to parse it in a way that worked outside his own feverish imagination. His entire mind came up short. That was where it got you, going on the road with only an eighth grade education, he thought. His was a cautionary tale.

Maybe ninth grade was where they taught you how not to twist a moment in your head to the point where it really did seem like maybe Cosmo could’ve kissed either of them, could’ve kissed both of them, and it would’ve been fine, or even more than fine. Maybe it was that, and Dickens, and Geography; Cosmo still could not locate Siam on a map. Or Paris. Come to think of it, ménage à trois and rendezvous were the only French he knew besides bonjour. This time, he did laugh. It was that or scream.

“I am both too drunk, and not drunk enough for this talk,” he said, turning for the door that led directly back to his room.

“If you’d rather stay—” said Don.

“Of course I’d rather stay, Don,” Cosmo snapped, sharper than he’d meant to. “But leave me enough dignity to fill half a shotglass, at least.” Don and Kathy said nothing. When he got to the door, he sighed. “Sorry, that was—I’m sorry. See you at breakfast.” “Goodnight,” said Kathy.

Alone in his room, Cosmo closed the door and ran his hands through his hair. Pirates in Cinderella, he thought. Offers to stay, with his room not 30 paces away, at three hours past midnight. Maybe it would all make sense in the morning.

#singin in the rain ot3

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gabnills · 1 year

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Memories NeteyamXF!Reader

Warnings: I don't really know, a bit fluff and sad a little

WORDS: 980

Note: it's my first time posting something like this, I know it's rubbish but I fell madly in love with this man, by the way this is not my mother tongue so sorry for the mistakes

Helping the village Tsahik was never an easy task, it took a lot of effort to care for injured hunters at the end of the day. Especially when you heard in the distance the familiar song of a particular Ikran.

You knew him well, as well as his rider. You would then rush out of the healers' tent, expecting to find Neteyam on the other side. You weren't even surprised anymore to find new bumps and scratches every time he returned, but that didn't mean you didn't care.

-By the great mother, how the hell did you do that to yourself - Nete, as you called him in solitude, he returned with a big cut on his side, you could see the blood flow without any care, not to mention the big scratches on his face and on his arms.

But you could see his serious look when talking to his father, you decided to keep quiet so as not to interrupt that moment. It was customary by now for the chief to scold his children, almost always for something Lo'ak had done recklessly. It bothered you that Neteyam always took the blame for his brother's actions, but you never told him anything because it was something you didn't really understand.

When you saw his father send him to the healers' shop, that's when you caught up with him to question him.

-By the strength of Eywa, tell me what happened this time

-It's okay, dad wants me to attend to my wounds - it was certainly strange that he treated you that way, Nete was always sweet, and when he looked at you it seemed that he had the most sacred thing on earth in front of him, but this time his His response was curt and he didn't even look at you.

-Come on, I'll cure that for you. You took his hand and walked through the shadows with him to your personal tent, forcing him to sit on some blankets and hastening to find various plants and mixes before grabbing a wet rag to start cleaning his wounds.

You were sitting in front of him, passing the rag over the scratches on his face while he had his eyes lowered and fixed on the floor, you could see how the cut near his ribs made his breathing painful.

-So you're not going to tell me what happened?

-I don't want to talk about it now, I'm tired - it wasn't until that moment that I look into your eyes, as tenderly as you knew him. And at that moment you noticed the great sincerity in his look with his last words.

You responded with a nod and kissed his lips, quickly but tenderly as you knew he liked it, you could see a hint of a smile on his face and then you continued to clean his wounds.

Shortly before the night eclipse, Neteyam and you were lying on a high hammock, on a large leafy tree, which allows you to see the eclipse every night. He had been very tired and as soon as you finished treating his wounds he fell asleep on your bed, almost unconscious.

You felt his long, strong arms rest on your bare waist, then you lifted your head to look into his eyes. He had woken up.

-I was beginning to think that maybe you were already dead.

-If I pretend to be, would you give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? - his sounded tired but you could tell his funny tone

-You don't need to be dead for that.

You got a little closer joining his lips with yours in a tender kiss, he tightened his grip on your waist and one of his hands went up to your cheek, he pushed a lock of hair from your face and put it behind your pointed ear.

You felt how the kiss slowly rose in tone and although you really wanted it, the knowledge of the seriousness of his injuries made you slowly pull them away from him.

-You were tired, remember?

A smile appeared on his face, so big that you were instantly contagious with joy.

-Yes I remember- he approached you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You held on to the strong arms that encircled you.

-This has to stop, I don't know what happens between you and Lo'ak but you can't keep coming back hurt every day, I swear that next time I'll tell your grandmother to wash your wounds with a rock from the river - you felt her quiet little laugh

-You already know him, he feels he has something to prove to everyone, it's not easy being the son of Toruk'Makto

-I swear I try to understand but you are hurting yourself and him by assuming the consequences for his action

-He just wants to make dad proud, like all of us.

His voice began to sound duller. The sun was already completely hidden.

-You're not your father, and you don't have to be for us to be proud, none of you have to prove anything-you got closer to him, taking care not to hurt his bandages, you placed a soft kiss on his chin

You could feel his hot breath on your braided hair, each breath starting to take longer and starting to sound quieter.

-You must be tired, tomorrow I will check your bandages Nete

You closed your eyes feeling his body around you, holding onto each other and being as close as possible. When you opened your eyes again, you already had some tears accumulated, it wasn't until that moment that you felt the absence of her warmth on you. You were alone in bed and you were struck by an insatiable need to feel him again, to hear his voice and see how he looked at you with absolute devotion every day.

But Neteyam was gone.

#neteyam #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #fanfic #neteyam x reader #fluff #jeke sully #lo'ak #kiri #neytiri #tuktirey #the way of water #female reader

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reallydelicatezombie · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Legolas

I blame "The Rings of Power" for getting me all riled up over this elfin dude. 😤 Also, NSFW Alphabets are one of my favorite types of smutty writings because they're a great overview of the character, and they're really good for getting me thinking about what scenarios and oneshots I could potentially write for the character. ALSO also: for the purposes of this fic, we're giving Legolas dark grey eyes. I do not like the blue contacts in "The Hobbit" at all, and in the books his eyes are grey, BUT since Bloom's eyes are dark brown, I decided dark grey would be a good medium. But you can imagine him with whatever color eyes you want! 😉

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The literal Prince of Aftercare. Did you expect this soft, sweet cinnamon roll to be anything else but loving afterwards?? He worships you, giving you sweet praises in Sindarin and Westron, telling you how well you took him, while he strokes your hair and holds you tightly. He will get you whatever you desire, whether it be food or drink, or a nice hot bath. He loves gently bathing you as he sits behind you in the tub, leaning you back against his strong chest. He'll massage your sore muscles, rub soothing Elf ointment on you, and then cover you both in the softest blankets as you fall asleep in his arms.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Legolas absolutely loves your neck and bare shoulders. He finds these areas so intimate and alluring. Your beautiful neck is just begging to be kissed and sucked when you arch it for him during sex, and your bare shoulders draw his hands from his sides to caress them. He also loves your luscious hips and supple thighs. Elvish women are generally svelte, and you were worried when you first fell for him that he would find your womanly shape unappealing, but to the contrary, it enthralled him. He loves squeezing and stroking all your curves, and he especially loves that he can grip your hips to pull you back into him when he's taking you from behind. He can hike your thighs up higher around his waist so he can angle himself deeper when he's fucking you face to face.

On himself, Legolas is very proud of his hair, arms, and hands. He knows he has beautiful hair, and when you first asked to touch it, he blushed furiously, but was secretly very pleased that you found it so desirable. As for his arms and hands, he has spent a great deal of his life perfecting his archery and fighting skills, and has built up lithe but incredibly strong muscles. Muscles that he uses to hold you up agaisnt the wall.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Legolas has two places that he loves to come on you, although he will gladly come anywhere you wish. First, he absolutely loves coming on your face, watching the cum drip down your soft face and graceful neck, dip into you clavicle, and then down your breasts. He think it is the most beautiful, the most arousing sight he has ever seen. He was deeply ashamed to request trying this, so you took the initiative and knelt down to let his cum splatter onto your face. His reaction was one of such awe and pleasure that you simply had to do it again and again. His second favorite place is on your lower back/ass. Really, what these two places boil down to is that he loves seeing you covered in his cum; it's like marking that you're his, a sight only for him to see, and the sight drives him absolutely wild.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Legolas would literally rather die and never see the Undying Lands than ever tell a single soul this, but he has a particular dream of stumbling upon you completely naked in a woodland glade (for his eyes only, of course) shooting a bow--his bow, to be precise. He knows it is strange, but the thought of you absolutely bare, with every curve on display, using his weapon with your muscles tensed and taut, just absolutely ruins him. He has had many, many dreams about this exact scenario, and if for whatever you reason you found out and decided to surprise him by fulfilling this fantasy, he is positive his poor elfin heart would stop and he would die on the spot. (Spoiler alert: you do find out about it when, after one of his nights drinking too much with Gimli, he drunkenly tells you. You of course surprise him several days later by inviting him to meet you out in the forest, where you are waiting naked with his bow. He does not, in fact, die, but he is speechless for several long minutes. He then fucks you senseless and decides that he is the luckiest being in any of the realms.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is not experienced; he has had at most two flings before he met you, long ago in his early youth, and only a handful of times with each. BUT--this does not at all mean he is bad or awkward when you get together. Far from it, in fact. Not only is Legolas keenly observant (he sees with his elf eyes, after all), but Legolas has read some things. You see, the Elves have a lot of writing about a great many number of things, including sex. There is a great deal of early Elvish erotic poetry (complete with pictures) that Legolas just so happened to read in his teenage years. It has stuck with him ever since. As his father's library expanded, it gradually grew to include volumes of a similar nature, but from a human perspective. He, being the learned scholar he is, read that, too. Only he didn't think he'd ever need to use that knowledge--until he met you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He'd be hard pressed to choose a favorite position, but he absolutely loves taking you from behind when you're both laying down on your sides. This position allows him to be as slow and sensual as possible, and he can reach around and play with your nipples and breasts, or stimulate your clit; he can also kiss that lovely neck of yours, or turn your head so he can press deep, passionate kisses on your lips. For times when you both need it hard and fast, he holds you up against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his waist. He can hold you like that for multiple rounds, and can use the wall for leverage. He loves being able to kiss your lips, neck, and shoulders in this position, and his dark grey eyes bore into your e/c ones, making sure he's bringing you to the height of ecstasy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nothing about Legolas is goofy or silly, but he does have a unique sense of humor, and will say little things to make you smile or laugh, or even blush (which makes him smile and laugh), during your time together. There are times, however, when he is deadly serious and just needs you. He won't joke during those times, and you wouldn't think to, either.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has very trim, tidy hair down there, and it grows like that naturally, so he doesn't have to do much grooming. He has a tiny little trail of faint golden hairs leading from his lower abdomen to his groin. You think it's incredibly sexy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Legolas is deeply intimate, no matter the occasion. He believes that making love (or even the times when it's fucking) is a special thing, one that he does not take for granted. So he wants to show you how special you are to him. He reads you love poems, and erotic poems in Sindarin and Westron, and will light a few candles for soft lighting. He'll hold you close, whispering sweet phrases to you: Chin gelair chîn orthernir guren. (Your radiant eyes conquered my heart.) Thîr vain chîn darn thulen. (Your beautiful face halted my breath.) He will also write poetry and songs just for you, which is incredibly romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Yes. Just yes. He does, and when he first fell for you, he was greatly surprised to find that he simply could not control his urges, which proved quite . . . distracting. You met when you joined the Fellowship, and during the various battles that followed, like the Battle of Helm's Deep, was not the most opportune time to get a boner. So he had no choice but to find somewhere and jerk off, otherwise he would have been too distracted during battle. So now that you're together, he doesn't need to jerk off so much, but since there are times he must be apart from you, he still finds it necessary. During these times, he just dreams his fantasy of you naked and wielding his bow. He also dreams of what he'll do to you when he returns.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

P R A I S E KINK. Your handsome elf needs to hear that he is doing a good job, he needs to know that he is the only one who can make you feel this good. He lives for your praise, for your sweet, lust-filled moans when he's taking you; tell him how strong he is, how handsome you find him, please. He will shower you in praise in return: "How well you take me, Miluis (lovely one). So beautiful for me, spreading your legs so good for me."

Hair pulling kink. He *loves* it when you pull his hair, whether he's going down on you or if he's balls deep inside you. It shows him how great he's doing. He likes the bit of pain that comes with such pleasure. He also likes to pull your hair. If he's behind you, he'll wrap it around his hand and pull enough to make your head snap back; if he's in front of you, he'll do the same in order to reveal your neck to him, so he can suck and bite on it. Speaking of which. . .

He loves it when you bite and suck on his sensitive ears. You rubbing and caressing the tips sensually is completely foreplay to him, and you know just how to rub them.

He also loves spanking your ass. He would never truly hurt you, because he loves you and knows he's much stronger than you, but he does love seeing the imprint of his hand outlined in red on your ass check. He likes to watch it jiggle when he spanks you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Because you two are travelling much of the time, you don't really have a fixed location exactly, but he loves any room you two share on your adventures. It's the intimacy of the space that he craves. He also loves any forest, meadow, glade, or dale, too. Seeing you exposed to him under the night sky with the stars, or under the bright sunlight, just does something to him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

In keeping with his fantasy, seeing you using his bow and using it well gives him an instant boner. Along that line, any fighting skills you posses and use will turn him on. If you pin him down during a sparring session using your thick thighs, he immediately stops fighting you, gets the cockiest grin on his face, a massive boner, and just lays back enjoying it. Seeing you in elfin clothes, with your hair beautifully braided (by him, of course), with a pale gossamer gown that dips low and shows off your neck and collar bones makes him fall in love with all over again (and also leads to you finding some private room somewhere to fuck). If you should happen to learn Sindarin (you do, of course) and you start to say something even remotely teasing, he is instantly a blushing, horny mess. (You do this often.) Bonus points are given if you say it in a low, sensual voice, just barely whispering it against the shell of his ear. He is literally putty in your hands.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Legolas would never take you in an environment he felt was dangerous (so like, if there are orcs roaming about), because as much as he desires you, he would never forgive himself if he didn't keep you safe. He is also not a fan of anything public. He is very private and reserved when it comes to things like that; as he is an elf of few words, being in a spot where you could get caught or within easy earshot of someone hearing him giving you pleasure would likely lead to teasing from the rest of the Fellowship, and that is a conversation he does not wish to have.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Have you heard ya boi roll his 'R's in Sindarin?? Of course he is amazing at giving oral. He absolutely loves the taste of you, like sweet water, and puts all of his linguistic skills to good use when pleasuring you. He has also eaten you out many times while you hovered over his face. Anyway he can give you oral, he would gladly do. On the other hand, he equally enjoys receiving. Not only is your technique superb, but in this position he can sit and watch your beautiful face as he cums all over it. You take his cock and his cum so well, and to be honest, this is something he had only read about in those erotic Elf texts until he met you. You literally stole the breath from his lungs the first time you wrapped your tongue and mouth around his hard shaft.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally, Legolas prefers to take his time with you, so slow and sensual is his preferred pace. This way, he can make sure to give you the maximum amount of pleasure: kissing, caressing, breast play, oral, before sliding into your wet heat, he loves all of it. But as said before, there are sometimes when he just wants to fuck you senseless and do it roughly, so he'll slam into you at a bruising pace, which you love.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Occasionally they're necessary because of time constraints, but he prefers the times when he can give you all of his attention instead of rushing through it, which is why you don't often have them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like the situation previously mentioned where there might be orcs or other malicious beings around, he is just unwilling to risk your safety. He doesn't have the drive to have sex where there's an added element of danger. And while he does love pulling your hair and spanking you, anything more that might break your skin or cause lasting harm, like knife play or whips or wax play--these are not risks he takes with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

My dear, he is called the most tireless of all the Fellowship for a reason. You will most assuredly get tired long before he does, but honestly he prefers it that way, because the thought of not being able to satisfy for as many times and as long as you desire honestly makes him a little sad. He is always up for more than one round, but realizes that for your human body, that might not always be physicallly possible. So, he tries to go for as long as possible, like well over an hour as long as you're not too tired or sore. Your bones are usually limp by the time you're done.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Elves, unsurprisingly have several toys, but because mechanical and electric things have not been invented yet, these are stationary and usually involve insertion. You've tried them together, but they weren't anything special. You much prefer your fair Elf prince's fingers, tongue, and cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Also unsurprising: Legolas is a huge tease. He will somehow always manage to sneak up on you without a sound and then whisper something shockingly naughty against your ear while ghosting a light kiss over your neck. When you turn around to say something, he is somehow standing far away, grinning st how aroused he made you from something so simple. He will also make a big show of braiding and unbraiding his hair in front of you, knowing that you desperately want to run your fingers through it. Speaking of showing off, he manages to be practicing some martial art or other shirtless a truly absurd number of times. Even when it's freezing out. "Is it not a bracing day out, perfect for exercising, Miluis?" You would fuss at him that it's too cold out, but you know he doesn't really feel the cold and then you'd have to deprived of the sight of his muscles.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud, but talkative. For someone who is generally quiet, he says a lot during sex. He is always whispering praises in Sindarin and Westron, as well as many swear words in both languages. He can't help it; he just needs to say how good you make him feel and how much he loves you. He won't mind if you make some noise, however. He lives for your moans and pants, your praises and screams. He'll do anything to get those out of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It is Legolas's personal goal to go through every position and technique he read about in Those Books (you know the ones) with you. He thinks you would both greatly enjoy it, and plans on asking you if you'd like to some day. You will of course say yes, and will have the best sex of your life.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's long, not very thick, but veiny. His cock has a mushroom head, and gets a very fleshy pink when aroused. The anatomy is the same shape as a human man.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. He wants you all the time, anywhere (so long as it's safe), any way. You can wake him up at 2:00am, and he's ready to go. He's ready after a long day of journeying, after a battle, after lunch--any time you want. He just loves you so much, and loves connecting with you physically and emotionally. You bring out all of his desire, and he has to show you that. If you don't have a high sex drive, though, he's of course very respectful and can content himself with plenty of jerking off to his favorite bow-wielding fantasy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Elves vary greatly in their sleeping needs; for Legolas, he always makes sure you are safe and comfortable before even thinking about dosing off. Sometimes he'll immediately fall asleep, not from exhaustion, but just because of how comfortable he is. Other times, he might be exhausted, but he'll stay up, looking at you dream. He'll go over in his mind what you two just did and how much he loved it.

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• ° . ☆ “Free coupons, take one and cry all afternoon ” II

— apollo x mortal!reader

part i

summary: part ii, you need to read it, the link is above. run, go warnings: none a/n: really forgive me, haha. I wanted to do something very nice but, well, you'll read what I did. I don't know, forgive me 😔 I couldn't control myself HAHA Still I hope you enjoy it.

Lester was about to throw up the burger, or well, the two bites he had taken. No misunderstanding, it was good.

But you continued to check that they were well taken care of; Giving him pretty smiles and walking near him with that lavender smell of yours. Shit, he wanted to be close to you.

They were too many of you, so they had to join several tables and, among the place that was about to explode, they stood out.

A very lively table, Apollo assumed.

Percy played with his soda making swirls telepathically, Leo put his hand in and undid it, it was funny until the son of Poseidon realized that the drink was disgustingly tampered with. He didn't take a sip again. The other boys laughed.

The girls were talking and laughing and pushing each other, including Meg.

Nico picked at Percy's fries and sipped on Will's soda. Living his best life, Apollo thought.

He liked the idea of being with them and being able to take care of them (even though they beat them to the times they had saved his ass) he could now return the favor.

Oh, if only you could see it. You would be happy. You told him in almost all your lives that he was guilty of being self-centered.

Apollo found himself struggling with the thoughts of him, you weren't dead. You were in front of him.

You passed the door to the counter, holding a tray in each hand. That image flashed in his mind, transporting him back to when you used to walk around with two vases on your shoulders, dancing among the people. Some chains hanging from your neck and the jewelry clashed. You have always been beautiful. Whatever way you came back to him; Boy, girl, you were always beautiful.

— LESTER! —He jumped out of the seat and collided with Jason's shoulder.

— All good?

No, he wanted to be with you.

— The girl over there is talking to you, — Will said with a worried look for his father.

He looked up and spotted you behind the cash register. He made his way towards you without hesitation.

—Mr. Lester, I see that you didn't wait two seconds to use those coupons.— You said with a smile on your lips. Some strands of hair were sticking out from under the cap you were wearing.

—We were hungry.

Idiot, couldn't he think of a better line?

You let out a laugh, and he leaned slightly on the bar, his stomach wouldn't leave him alone.

You leaned over the bar, closing the distance between you. The boy smelled like sunshine and some kind of sweet scent, totally pleasing to your sense of smell. Strangely, you wanted to be even closer to him, like a little impulse to be with him alone, to hug him. Were you attracted to him? But it seemed like a joke, they had only met by chance. You cleared your throat.

— Everything's alright there? — You pointed with your eyes to the table where the rest of his friends and sister were. Although this one had nothing in common with him.

You looked at him. The blonde curls mixed with the black ones making a particular blend, you wondered if it was something genetic and his blue eyes, you had seen them. You were sure.

He touched your shoulder excessively softly, as if he was afraid of breaking you.

— Excuse me?

You let out a laugh and straightened up. Again he was a little further away and you didn't like the feeling.

—I didn't hear you, sorry. Did you say?

Lester smiled.

— It's all good. If we make too much noise, we can leave.

You denied without thinking, almost as an act of desperation. You and he chatted a little more, and you told him to sit down so he could finish his meal.

Walked into the kitchen and cursed under your breath. It was inevitable, he would have to leave at some point. What if you asked for his number? The thought made you bite your lip, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

You felt stupid. Would you look like that in front of him?

You gave him the coupons you had collected to go out with your friends for half a month, just for the sake of it? You never talked to strangers on the street, but Lester didn't seem like a stranger to you.

Apollo returned to the table and ate a chip without much enthusiasm.

Rachel glanced at Piper.

— Any problem? — Frank said drinking soda from the straw.

The god shook his head and sighed. He felt useless, helpless because he wanted to be with you, but he couldn't find a way. Maybe he could ask you for your number. Yeah! Or not?

— I think it's better that you eat. —Rachel said. As if she could guess his thoughts. Or maybe yes? He looked up and took the burger in her hands, after examining it, he handed it to the son of Hades. Nico ate it almost in an instant. And he got up again to go with you.

— Excuse me!

— Tell me — A waiter served him. Apollo felt stupid, so he ended up ordering ice cream.

He returned with the cone in his hand and a pout on his mouth.

Piper hid her giggle behind the paper menu.

The thoughts of asking for his number also didn't leave you alone, but every time you tried to approach him, something simply interrupted you.

You quickened your pace towards him. You cursed the fact that Lester's back was turned, and an arm stopped your path.

— Miss…

Again. You ended up in the kitchen, mumbling and grimacing.

Apollo also couldn't find you at any time that you could speak. He slammed his hand on the table and bumped his forehead against the plastic surface. It seemed like a joke!

Rachel shook her head slightly and stroked her head.

—Hey, Apollo.

He denied rubbing his face on the table.

Everyone wanted to ask, but the redhead put a finger on her lips.

— Apollo

— It's not Apollo, it's Lester

She understood, things weren't going well, but it was inevitable. Rachel got down to Apollo's level.

— Try it one more time, if you hate this, try it as many times as necessary. But know that you tried everything.

The god's blue eyes peered through his hair, and stood up with a sigh.

Everyone at the table pretended not to have heard, they played dumb talking about the weather.

And he tried again.

and he failed again.

You didn't feel any different, you felt like everything had been so easy until you got it into your head that you needed to be with him. You looked through the delivery window and noticed that his table was almost empty, you had worked in food chains for so long to know that they were about to leave the place. Your soul felt a despair that at the same time seemed meaningless to you.

You looked for a pen and paper, a sheet they use for receipt notes.

You wrote your number and a note: call me!, and you doodled a heart. Inexplicably, you also drew a sun. If you couldn't get close, someone else could.

—Brenda!

Your coworker stopped her pace and raised her chin. She just had a tray in her hand, perfect. You walked over to her quickly.

— Deliver this to table seven.

She nodded.

Apollo was already feeling hopeless, he drank Piper's drink and talked to her friends. During the conversation, your coworker handed the note on a small tray. Rachel looked at the paper and waited for Apollo to take it.

He did, and while he was laughing about something Frank had told him, he crumpled it up and threw the ball of paper into the metal trash can.

The redhead didn't say anything, she knew what was happening. She knew that even if she went to the boat and gave the paper to her friend, it would be something else.

The food was finished, and the rest had been pleasant.

Then everyone rose from their chairs.

Apollo looked again at the same window through which you had been spying on him, until at that same moment it was your turn to throw out the trash.

And that's how things ended.

Apollo walked away from the place, and you didn't see him leave. Both felt their spirits on the ground, their stomachs full of anxiety. It was strange, it was fleeting. But when things didn't have to happen, it was that simple. They just wouldn't happen.

At least, not in this life of yours.

Every chance with Apollo would wither, corrode, perish. It didn't matter how much they tried or struggled.

It was not going to work. At that moment, you were destined to meet but not to stay together, not even for a full day.

And how cruel because there was so much he wanted to show you.

But not now, but until 100 years later.

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧#lester papadopoulos #pjo hoo toa #apollo x y/n #trials of apollo #apollo x reader #apollo x you #lester papadopoulos x you #lester papadopoulos x reader #lester papadopoulos x y/n

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molly-ghuleh · 9 months

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Could you possibly do “one more kiss? Please?” With Secondo? :)

Kiss Prompts: "One more kiss? Please?"

Secondo x reader

SFW! Contains: Grumpy Secondo, fluff, kisses (obvs), coffee, use of 'piccolina'

Of course anon! Thank you for requesting <3

You could tell Secondo had woken up on the wrong side of the bed from the moment you opened your eyes. Something about him is off. The steam rising from the shower and flowing through the crack in his bathroom door in wispy tendrils seems to emanate a negative aura, despite the his sweet-smelling body wash.

Your Papa needs a pick-me-up, and you know just the thing.

Being as silent as you can so as to surprise him, you dress in the shirt he'd hastily discarded last night and your underwear which had been torn off you even faster. You pad your way over to the kitchen and begin to prepare him a cup of coffee.

Secondo is a very particular man about his coffee--only the best whole beans from Colombia, freshly ground for every cup he makes, and a splash of his favorite sweet cream from the local farmer's market. He owns the best coffeemaker in the entire Abbey--better than the ones in the kitchens, and far better than the Keurig in the Clergy's break room. In desperate situations when he makes himself a cup from a coffee pod, he always grimaces at the taste. What do they put in these things, eh? Dirt?

You smile when you hear the shower turn off. He'll be out of the bathroom soon, dressed in only his pants and a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned. That outfit is your favorite of his. It makes you so hot for him that he might as well just walk out completely naked.

The coffee begins to brew into a plain black travel mug.

You wish you could make him breakfast, too. But Secondo never has time for it, preferring instead to hold you for a little longer after his alarm goes off, rather than get out of bed and leave you to wake up alone.

"That smells good," Secondo says as he emerges from the bathroom. His voice is groggy and low and his footsteps drag as he strides into the kitchen. As you predicted, you can see a stripe of skin from his collarbones to the waist of his pants. A dark line of hair trails down from his navel and disappears below his belt. Despite his shirt blocking most of the light, you can see a few lingering drops of water glistening on his skin.

Satan, give me strength, you pray.

You bring your gaze up to his face. "It's for you," you tell him. The coffee finishes brewing and you remove the mug from underneath the nozzle. Moving towards the fridge to find the glass bottle of sweet cream, you continue, "I can tell you're not in the best mood this morning." As you move back towards the mug, Secondo intercepts you. He gently takes the cream from your hand and places it on the counter with a clink, then brushes the loose hair away from your face. He tilts your head up towards him with gentle hands. "What would I do without you?" He says, softer than is usual for him, and something inside you screams that he's saying the words he has yet to tell you since you began seeing each other.

"Suffer, probably," you quip with a little grin.

Secondo releases a huff that's supposed to be a laugh. He leans down and kisses you, still cradling your face in his hands. The smell of his cologne mixes with the aroma of the coffee to create a blend of just him. "Thank you, piccolina," he mutters against your lips.

He tries to pull away but your fists clutch his open shirt. "One more kiss? Please?" You practically beg. Not because you need it (although you cherish his kisses more than anything), but because he does.

He is in a very strange mood, you decide, because he doesn't hesitate to grant you one more kiss. And then another, and another. Usually Secondo would grumble about being late, and then kiss you anyway. But this morning he showers your lips in little pecks and smooches with no regard for how late he may or may not be.

Eventually though, he does pull away, and you let him. His coffee will get cold if you don't put the lid on the mug.

As Secondo turns to screw the lid on, you wrap your arms around him and press yourself against his back. "Try to have a good day, okay?" You mumble against his shoulder blade.

Secondo unwraps your arms so he can turn around in your hold. "What would make my day go well," he says lowly, placing his lips against the sensitive skin below your ear, "is if you visited my office at lunch."

You chuckle despite your legs suddenly feeling rather weak. "Yes, Papa."

#this one is a little short flsajdlfjalsd sorry #soft secondo #secondo x reader #secondo prompt #secondo my beloved #secondo emeritus #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus x reader #prompt writing #kiss prompts

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Hi could I request kissing in the rain with Morpheus after a fight?; thank you

[MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]

“Is my love not good enough for you?”

In all of his passions, Morpheus can quickly come on a little too strong. Although, ‘little’ should be treated as a diplomatic euphemism. There’s an element of mindless obsession in him, an endless chasm that deepens the stronger his affection is. It scares you. Not because he’s changing into a violent beast of rotten flesh and unrequited love but because you don’t know how to handle it - for every nugget of gold you might think about, Morpheus shoves entire pounds of red diamonds into your hands. While such devotion sounds wonderful on yellowing pages of vintage romances, the reality is quite underwhelming: you feel burdened, pressured, as though there is a debt you have to repay him. And this imagined debenture is slowly but surely killing your love for him.

“I never said that and I never meant anything like that. I said that it feels like you’re smothering me and that’s exactly what I meant by it - you’re going a bit too fast and too strong for me.”

“All that I have given you is a token of my own affection. Human language is not quite sufficient in expressing it.”

“Do you ever consider how your actions make me feel? What am I saying, of course you don’t! You go around guessing what I want or need but never bother actually to ask. This,” you frantically point between him and you, “will not work like that. I don’t want it to.”

And without exchanging any more words, you shut the door behind you and left into the night. Wandering the empty, dark streets of the city, you have not headed anywhere in particular except forwards. Tears are streaming down your face. You couldn’t stop them even if you tried. Shortly after, the rain started pouring as though the night wasn’t cold enough already. A string of curse words leaves your mouth as you hug yourself tightly.

Rid of strength, both physical and emotional, you sit on the curb of some unnamed street you’ve never been to before. All of it is wrong. So very wrong… You have stumbled upon a man who was more than glad to treat you like a queen in a castle and the most rational thing to do, judging by your behaviour, was to tell him off for being too much.

You put your face in your hands. The cold rain was drenching you and you could no longer tell whether your palms were wet with rainwater or your own tears. A shudder shakes your body but you don’t care at the moment. Tomorrow you’re going to wake up with a cold but, again, it doesn’t matter at the moment. Nothing really does.

“I know you can hear me, Morpheus,” you whisper under your breath. “You always do, somehow. I want to make things right. I have to. Please, just… give me a chance.”

You feel heavy material around your shoulders. It smells somewhat sweet and musty like fruits and parchment. The warmth of the garment is a pleasant change from the cold rain. Surprised, you look up only to see Morpheus standing right in front of you. The small area surrounding you is suddenly dry, the rainstorm miraculously avoiding the feuding couple.

“It is unsafe for you to be out at this time,” he states in a voice strangely devoid of emotions. Morpheus appears indifferent as he helps you up from the curb. Is he not as upset as you had expected? “This is me giving you chance.”

You look away for a moment, gathering your thoughts. There is so much you want to say, it’s hard to decide where to start. You already messed up once and although you know Morpheus is lovestruck enough to let you break his heart numerous times, it was simply wrong to rub salt further into the wounds you have inflicted, even if it was not intentional. “It’s just… you don’t love like humans do, you know?”

“Why would I? I’m not human.”

Silence. Part of Morpheus expects this disagreement in the way he’s too familiar with - his heart being shattered, reality-bending love rejected as if it could never be good enough. Like he is not good enough to have a happy ending.

“Look, Morpheus, you’ve got all of eternity to fall in love and get your heart broken only to love again. I’ve only my life, not even a century. I want to be certain before I commit.”

“What would make you certain?” he asks immediately.

Truthfully, it’s a very expected reaction from him. Something about his predictability makes you scoff quietly. “You can’t just make me certain that I want this life. It’s consistency, reliability, trust… Time, Morpheus. I need time. With you; just the two of us being together, no grand gestures involved. I want to know you, not what you can give me.” Staring at Morpheus’s face, you think he looks a little lost as though it was beyond him to disjoin those two elements. A troubled sigh leaves your lips. In the cold night air, the expression of distraught turns into a barely visible cloud of fog. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry, Morpheus. I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that. I know you mean well and that you only show just how much I mean to you but I need you to be patient with me. I’m still learning what it’s like to be loved by one of the Endless.”

“As much as I do not like idly waiting, I do have all of eternity to wait until you’re ready.”

His thin hands cradle your face. Morpheus leans in, your noses brushing against each other, but he lingers as though he was waiting. His shaky breath feels hot against your lips. Then, ever so gently, Morpheus tilts your head upwards only to lock you in a desperate, longing kiss.

You just know he isn’t going to have to wait long.

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Hello, Aceweek!!

Basically all of my characters could be read as ace in some kind of way, but let’s focus on one of them.

This big, tall pine tree right here is Uxue. She’s a solitary shepherdess who, in her story, fights against a curse laid upon her by her own mother, an overprotective and stubborn sorceress who, with the best intentions, cripples her ability to make a name for herself.

I always thought of Uxue is canonically autistic, and most of her personality traits, body movements, mood, and way of directing herself regarding the world, is based off my own experience as a very socially retracted autistic trans woman, reason why I gave her such an unusual look, although I never thought of her as a transgender. She’s not very talkative, certainly isn’t social at all, instead preferring to work her days away in the hills with her sheep, from place to place, but always in the familiarity of the wilderness. Her best skill, or “special interest”, one might say, is gunslinging. She’s quite a good shot and revolver-trickster, although the curse laid on her doesn’t quite let her reach her full potential. This in particular is a parallelism, through fantasy magic, to the way many of us in the spectrum feel about our special interests, unavailable to develop them under the crushing weight of a system that demands productivity out of us.

As for her asexuality, the bread and butter of this post, from the moment I began to sketch her first drafts, I wrote her as asexual on a gray area, which correlates with her autism, just like in my very own experience. Her general reclusiveness, the harshness she feels on interaction with another people, does cause her a certain yearning to be loved by someone quite close, and that someone is a shepherdess from a land afar, called Marcela. She visits her from time to time, to spend some lovely days out shepherding together. I never thought of them as girlfriends, nor as close friends, because I never felt like labeling these two would be half interesting. While I never actually made it canonical, both of them can be read as aromantic. My own experience with aromanticism, discovering I was on that spectrum, that romantic love was a world I didn’t quite understand but I was capable of loving someone back very dearly, influenced that ambiguous subtlety between the two quite a lot. Regarding explicit sex, while Marcela certainly isn’t asexual, and in fact, is quite promiscuous, she understands Uxue’s needs due to her good socialization skills, and such needs are to stay away from conventional sex. Uxue, much like me, doesn’t generally like being touched, yet she loves physical contact with someone she trusts a lot, and feels comfortable engaging in soft displays of affection and vulnerability. Much like a lot of us autistic folks around, Uxue has a hard time displaying affection in standard ways, but I intentionally wanted to write her as a woman of many faces. She might be solitary and sometimes uncaring, but she is terminally, tragically sweet, even though one might have to peel off a lot of layers before seeing that side of her. This is something I wrote for her after yours truly met the person who did tear down my own barriers. Here are these two on my sketchbook:

But what’s these strange names and strange clothes Uxue is rocking around? As an end note, if I may, I’ll nerd out about the place she’s from. In this universe, a vague post-apocalyptic fantasy, the factions’ culture, dressing customs, and bestiary, are based off very loose interpretations of Iberian pre-roman folklore and more recent, regional folklores. Uxue belongs to a tribe which is vaguely based off the valley of Roncal, in Navarra. Here are some very loose sketches of her general Basque-inspired vibes.

Her name, in Basque, means “dove”. One must point out that Navarra and the Basque country, while sharing a language, have different cultural customs and identities. Although, in the story, Uxue’s faction, especially regarding the bestiary, is an amalgamation of both. Uxue is a good gunslinger because her tribe has a tradition of solving the problem of menacing creatures, all pulled from Basque-Navarrese folktales, by prioritizing speed and aim. This was an idea that came to me after investigating the area to make the factions. Near Roncal, there’s the royal arms factory of Orbaizeta, one of the most important weapon manufactories of Spain during the late 18th to late 19th centuries. Today, it’s abandoned and overgrown. That and a general knowledge among the Spanish that Basques have a tradition of steelworking, gave me the idea of a post-apocalyptic culture famous for the quality of their guns and the skill of the wielders.

And that's all, folks!

Don't get spooked!~

#acespec OC #ace week 2023 #oc #artists on tumblr #asexual characters #queer #LGBTQIA+#queer artist #art

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publicaciones-sin-sentido · 1 year

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Lichgestalt (König x Reader) Part 1

Warnings: Anguish, self-loathing.

En Español Parte 1 - Parte 2

"Lichgestalt" the word echoed in his mind, throned in his heart making the blood in his veins roar… König was unfamiliar with many emotions, not happiness, not desire… and of course never jealousy… he looked down at his stomach just to make sure he hadn't been shot, then the burning and stinging sensation would be explained.

He saw you from the shadows of the dining room talking to the new soldiers, smiling and giving advice, you were kind, but at the same time firm and regal if a private tried to be smart, you used that look that could stop a man's heart.

He looked with envy at the others, because it was so easy for them to talk to you, because he couldn't be like them, much of his life he walked without a particular meaning, then he joined the army, and found some peace, on the battlefield he was a monster, anxiety disappears and the König he wished he could be in public could emerge, cheeky, rude, even a joker, the one who had courage… not this cowering shadow that measured almost two meters. Not wanting to finish dinner, he got up and left the dining room without saying a word, but he gave you one last look. And of course you didn't notice.

"You're a weird kid" "Get away from us"

König opened his eyes, "Those children again" he sat on his cot, which was adapted for someone his size, at first he thought that the dreams were due to the discomfort of his cot, which was too small for him. But he wasn't…his childhood dreams came and went and he hated that he couldn't stop them. He looked at his hand, bruised from years of training, calloused and large, now adding a long scar, the stitches gone but his skin still felt strange and sensitive.

I remembered the warmth of his Lichgestalt's touch, the way you healed his wound, even without the necessary resources, his squad had to rescue a political hostage, at one point one of the kidnappers managed to get close with a knife which passed the cloth of his glove, reaching the skin.

I could reduce the man without problems, but you came running knocking him down with a single touch, I could remember your face transformed by anger, with a quick movement you broke the attacker's neck, but in a blink you were taking his hand inspecting the damage.

"It's not very deep but these cuts bleed a lot" I look you in the eye "I gave my first-aid kit to the boys so they could treat the hostage. Do you have yours?"

"I lost my first-aid kit during the raid" your voice sounded dry, guttural due to lack of use.

She seemed to think, and then she took out a white embroidered handkerchief from her side pocket. "I have this, it should suffice"

"It will be ruined" you looked at her worried, and if the mark didn't come out and she hated you?

"It doesn't matter, I prefer to cover this, or it could get infected, don't take it off until we get to the base, okay?" your voice was sweet

I take a deep breath because suddenly his heart was pounding.

I look under her pillow and there she was, the white handkerchief embroidered with a blood stain, although she had washed it, the stain didn't come out completely.

He took it to heart, "It's the closest I can have her to me"

Comment for part 2

Part 2

#konig x you #konig x reader #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #cod 2022 #cod x reader

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nyandereneko · 5 months

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"Love is friendship set on fire."

Word Count: 526 Summary: “Be it friends or lovers or anything in between, they simply longed for one another’s company.” Author’s Note: Day 4 of this prompt list, just a little cuddling between lovebirds ^_^ as always thank you for reading!

*****

Sometimes it felt like a dream to be able to openly express their love for one another. A short ‘I love you’ uttered first thing in the morning, a serene ‘I love you’ to welcome them to bed. The intrusion of their petty misgivings was a strange and unnecessary phenomenon, to be sure, considering it wasn’t as if they hadn’t been exchanging gestures of affection for the majority of their acquaintance—from the subtle to the grandiose. It was involuntary, almost inevitable that they’d end up doting on each other here and there, as stubborn and foolish as they’d both been to deny such evidence in the same breath as they’d spoken unmistakable words of care or admiration.

They’d crossed the fragile boundary between friends and something more almost as naturally as breathing, and with about as much awareness. Perhaps the line itself had never really been as solid as it seemed. It certainly hadn’t felt that way with every subtle touch, every caught gaze, every cherished word that’d passed between them. An inherent sense of camaraderie and comfort emanated from every interaction, big or small, imbued with the very essence of their admiration and fondness for one another.

“I love you, you know,” Vax whispered, lips brushing Nova’s ear as he twirled a coil of her hair around his fingers.

“You never let me forget it,” Nova replied just as softly, letting her body mold into his arms as he cradled her close. “But I want to make sure I do the same for you. I never want you to doubt or question the love I feel for you.”

“In a way, you show me just by letting me love you,” he explained, closing his eyes as he savored the sweet scent on her hair.

“That makes it sound too easy,” she countered, and he chuckled as he brushed some loose locks from her face.

“I think you’ve proven just how difficult it can be—we both have.” Nova supposed he had a point, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to reflect on those particular failings at the moment. She didn’t want to ruin the mood, although it was hard to imagine anything could when it was just the two of them, reveling in each other’s company like this. She let her eyes flutter shut, following his lead as the rise and fall of her chest fell into sync with his own.

“I love you, and I’ll never tire of saying it,” she repeated, nuzzling his neck as he played with her hair. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity. I’ll do my best not to take it for granted.”

“Always so serious,” he teased, caressing her head with soothing pets. “Don’t overthink it, just get some rest.”

She sighed contently and acquiesced to his request. Wrapped up safe and sound in her beloved’s hold, there was no better place for her to take refuge. He was her solace, and she his sanctuary. Be it friends or lovers or anything in between, they simply longed for one another’s company. There was no future either could perceive without the other, and only time would tell how fate would intervene.

#self insert #selfship #selfshipping #oc x canon #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #selfship fic #selfship fanfiction #self insert writing #my writing #ck writes #my self insert #my self insert writing #fate touched #fate touched writing #obsessed w/ you vax my precious one!!!

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umniamusic · 1 month

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Films that you could spend Christmas watching

7 from this year, 7 from years past

2023 Films you may have missed, which is a crime!

7. Theater Camp

The lightest fare on this list, and still manages to punch in the gut. This one’s for the annoying musical theatre kids to have some healing and representation, which I’m all for because I am one. Star-making turn by Noah Galvin.

6. Poor Things

Well written, gorgeously performed, an art piece of complete wonder. Massive trigger warnings for Sex — the way it’s explored in this film is prolific. There isn’t, to my recollection, anything non-consensual, but it does feel very old-school feminism — liberation by way of sex. I will grant it one honor, it doesn’t feel very male-gaze-y (until it tries to do Lesbianism), which is a massive feat for a male director to accomplish.

5. Strange Way of Life

I have publicly and privately said enough about this masterpiece, it’s everywhere now, go watch it.

4. Passages

If you’ve ever seen or read the play C*ck, it’s basically that, but even more intensely frustrating, and ultimately, the two lovers both get their justice against the terrible, bad bisexual man who simply “cannot choose”. The play is one of my favorites, this film has immense patience and fantastic writing — but I am looking forward to the movie about very boring bisexuals who are happy in their relationship… or the more common archetype, not often explored — the bisexual cringe-fail loser who gets absolutely 0 play. I shall keep waiting.

3. The Sweet East

Bonkers. If you can find a screening (New York, looking at u!), run, and I mean truly run. Although trigger warnings for graphic Violence of every kind, because it’s a critique of America. No spoilers, get got.

2. Bottoms

A turning point in modern cinema toward the future I’ve been excited to witness. Deeply hilarious, deeply serious, and gorgeous to look at.

1. Past Lives

There is nothing I can say about this masterpiece that hasn’t already been said. You will cry if you allow yourself to, but more than anything, you will be romanced.

Old Films I discovered this year, which you may also like,

in no particular order

7. 8 1/2 (1963)

What no one tells you about the validity of the claims around this being one of the best films ever made, aside from that it is blatantly a vanity project for Fellini, and that directors like to big up projects they feel they would want to make about themselves — is that Marcello Mastroianni is incredibly beautiful to look at, and beautiful people will smooth over any incongruence. It’s also heartbreakingly honest, in a way that few storytellers ever are. I don’t often give men a pass for bad behavior just because they know they’re behaving badly — but Guido is the exception. Also, I maybe want to be him a little bit but we stay silly.

6. Cabaret (1972)

I don’t need to say anything about this masterpiece other than it’s more timely to watch now than ever. FOSSEEEEEE!!!!!

5. Shiva Baby (2020)

The way Emma Seligman makes films will be studied. She has, in only two features, shown an incredible mastery of suspense and stakes, the kind that doesn’t make me want to leave the cinema or switch the TV off. The language, both visual and verbal, that she uses — I’m a superfan and I’m not leaving until they turn on the lights. This film is absolutely stacked with ideas, tension, heart, authenticity and humor.

4. Atomic Blonde (2017)

Even my one gripe with the film was resolved by the very end. I stumbled upon it recently and lost my mind, and had that moment where I felt I was witnessing one of my favorite things ever, that I’d be referencing for a long, long time. It gives kick-ass, it gives beauty and cinematography, of course it gives John Wick and Violence, but I actually adore most of David Leitch’s filmography so far — the kind of action films I respond to most.

3. To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995)

This one is for the girls who really don’t want to watch a film where things go terribly wrong — where even the bad things go well? That’s this film, and it’s the most gorgeous, heartwarming cotton candy. Also, John Leguizamo Marry Me challenge.

2. Bound (1996)

So i’m in the middle of a bit of a Wachowski’s era, and it started with this film, which unfolds with a terrifying pace once it gets going, and has a very 90’s understated but still arthouse visual language. Also, Lesbians! Which is always a welcome achievement.

1. Frances Ha (2012)

Feral Girls, rise — many films saw me and understood who I wanted to be, but very few of them knew me as I am. This one? Greta knows me.

💕Merry Chrystler💕

Stay safe, keep ya mask on, Free Palestine,

UMNIA

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2023 Walkerverse Fanfic Awards

I'm so happy to do this. There are so many great fics out there (besides the ones I write ;)) and I hardly ever have the chance to do reclists. So here are my submissions for @theladywyn's fanfic awards!

Putting my answers under the cut because this is a long one.

+Favorite Author(s)

@theladywyn (<3)

+Favorite Character Centric Fic

and my love is yours but your love is not mine by @theladywyn

Summary: He's dreamed of this day- of Sadie in a white dress, walking down the aisle, surrounded by all their famiy and friends.

She's always walking to him in those dreams.

Reality's a little crueler.

I should sue you for the emotional damage this fic dealt out but I love the ending and I'm hoping for an epilogue of their actual wedding day <3

+Favorite Angst Fic

your whole heart's a village, everyone you love has built it by @theladywyn

Summary: "how do you know my name?" That is probably not top priority, but a strange woman helping her and Walker out of the car and then knowing her name has to be pretty high on the priority list. Au for paranormal/supernatural elements.

GHOST EMILY!!!!!!

+Favorite AU (completely new setting) fic

Mighty Fine Shootin by @theladywyn

Summary: He doesn't get a chance to finish his question, because the girl uncrosses her arms and fires her tiny silver pistol at him. He dives out of the way and the bullet barely misses him. He pulls his gun out, although he does;t have any intention of actually shooting her. She's a child.

Wild West AU. Sadie shoots at Cordell. What more can I say?

+Favorite AU (divergence from canon event) fic

Made to be Broken by sakuranomi88

Summary: An AU stemming from the first few episodes of Season 3. Liam was sexually assaulted while in captivity, and when he finally tells his brother what happened, Cordell decides to take matters into his own hands. Together, he and Liam find closure through vengeance against the man who left Liam broken and traumatized.

I do have to give a warning for Walkercest but even beyond that, I love how Cordell takes justice into his own hands here for the sake of his brother. He wants to help Liam and this is the only way he really knows how. Even if Walkercest isn't your thing, I would recommend this fic based purely on the brotherly love.

+Favorite Completed Multi-Chapter/Multi-Part Fic

there's a white flag waiting just to find out what we're made of by @theladywyn

Summary: Things go very wrong at the medal ceremony for Cassie and August. 3x14 AU.

This whole two-parter event lives in my mind rent free and it's one of those that makes me wish Walker would take things down a darker path. This fic scratches that itch so hard.

+Favorite Episode Tag/Missing Scene Fic

Lessons in Failure by @theladywyn

Summary: Liam hesitates on the porch of his brother's house. This might be a bad idea. Interfering in his brother's parenting- specifically as it related to Stella's and Cordi's relationship, which has obviously just taken a turn for the worse- is the sort of thing that gets him punched. Tag to 3x06

I have so many feelings about this episode and this plotline in particular and I love Liam's perspective on all this.

+Favorite Sick!Fic

Got Your Back Partner by @peachparakeet

Summary: Her decision was made—not only was he staying home, he was going to have company too. “Alright. You sit tight. I’m gonna call James and tell him to mark us down for vacation for today.” As his mind finally caught up with him, Cordell realized what Cassie said about taking a vacation day. “Wait, us?”

Just a short and sweet story about Cassie taking care of her sick partner. Perfection <3

+Favorite Hurt/Comfort Fic

when your floorboards start to rot, pray there are not bodies underneath by @theladywyn

Summary: His fist connects with real solid flesh and there's a familiar surprised cry. Cassie.

I wish the show got more into the realities of Cordell's trauma and how it might manifest. This fic is perfect for that.

+Favorite Whump Fic

The Voice in my Head by @peachparakeet

Summary: Sometimes silence can be deafening, especially when it's your own thoughts making the noise.

You know those fics that you find and you start reading and you can't make yourself stop reading even though it's 3am? Yeah, this is that fic. Supremely whumpy, delightfully angsty, and the whole Walker gang is here! There's nothing not to love about it. Please read and give it love <3

+Favorite Angst Fic

For Every Light by sakuranomi88

Summary: Cordell's life unexpectedly and drastically changes when he's given full custody of his newborn baby girl. Liam loves his niece like she's his own daughter and is happy to help care for her when Cordell is busy working. But when lines are blurred and crossed, Cordell asks his brother to back off, which sets off an unforgettable sequence of events that leaves the entire Walker family reeling.

I honestly just love how this fic addresses the co-parenting dynamic between Cordell and Liam that's prevalent in the show. It's deliciously angsty without having an antagonist per se and I love that.

+Favorite Ship Fic

Day One by @theladywyn

Summary: Day one, Trey thinks. Fifty-five to go.

I'm not the biggest Cassie/Trey fan but I love fics like this. Trey dealing with his own insecurities and emotions around Cassie leaving and Cassie dealing with her own crap.... It's lovely.

+Favorite Friendship/Platonic Dynamic Fic

The One Where (Part Nine) by AGJ1990

Summary: Another few Liam/Lulu snippets. Minor spoilers for the Walker season three finale.

This one is a little bit of a cheat as it's not the individual fic I love so much as the whole multi-part series. Giving Liam a father role is something I've played with myself but never committed to writing and I love the take this author has on the concept. I just love Lulu a lot too.

+Fic You Can't Stop Thinking About

Outsourced by hellhoundsprey

Summary: After Dan’s partnership with Serano comes to light, Denise’s and Dan’s marriage finds itself on the brink of ruin. With barely one leg to stand on, Dan has not much choice but to accept his wife’s terms on what she reckons might help relieve some of the tension. (Set between 2x10 and 2x11.)

This fic scratched an itch I didn't even know I had and I come back to reread it often just because it's so good. The dynamics here are so interesting and not something I would've thought I'd like but I love every second of it.

+Favorite Crossover Fic

Indeliable by 36and40

Summary: There's something that intrigues Walker about the man who works in the sandwich shop with the mohawk, piercings, tattoos, and the intense green eyes outlined in black. They couldn't be more different. It could never work between someone as irreverent as Priestly and a Lone Star born and bred Texas Ranger. Could it?

A story about overcoming fear, living authentically, coming out and coming home. And sex. Lots and lots of sex.

This fic is a crossover between Walker and Ten Inch Hero and it's one of my favorite crossover fics written in general and probably one of my favorite Walker fics.

This fic is a major AU that's largely removed from the show aside from the main character and a few others (Cordell even has a different brother) but I love every bit of it.

+Funniest Fic

The One with the Wedding Dresses by @theladywyn

Summary: "Well, I feel out of place." Cordell shuffles his boots on the fluffy pink rug at his feet and worries the brim of his hat in his hands.

"You feel out of place?" hisses Cassie under her breath. "You get the easy part."

What more can I say except that this is a hilarious concept and I loved every word of it?

#walker #walker fanfic #walker fic #walker fanfic awards

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bluepandastarfish · 21 days

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Chocolate Cake And Blood Wine: Chapter 1

A Lady D x OC

Living in the village was difficult.

As children we were all taught by a few village elders who had seen many examples of Mother Miranda and her 'gifts' but also punishments to those who did not follow her. We were split into girls and boys up until our 12 year of education where we were sent to marry or work, the boys were taught to farm and support their family. While us girls were taught how to cook, clean and how to look after their future children. All the while we were told that children were to be seen and not heard.

At the end of every learning day we would be brought together to pray and offer gifts to Mother Miranda despite the fact that the majority of us had never seen the deity ourselves. The woman had only ever shown her face during festivals or the birthdays of the 4 lords (except the Lord Moreau because the smell he brought with him was far too much for anyone but the lords to bare.)

I remember one of Lady Dimitrescus birthdays in particular, although I cannot specifically remember her age, where the weather had been incredibly walm and so her daughter's could come to the village as well. I was only 7 at the time but I remember quite clearly that while Mother Miranda was, loudly, chastising the lady for being late for her own birthday I ran away from my mother.

"Andrea!" I can hear mother hiss at me as I run toward the cake stall. She'll never catch me though I'm far to fast for those silly heels she wears. She's so stupid- she says a proper lady does not run. Lucky for me I'm not a lady yet.

I slip through the gaps between villagers and I can almost taste the cake when I turn back to check if mother has decided to follow me and-

"OWWWWWW" a high pitched voice wines, I've tripped and taken someone down with me… a triumph! I clamber to my knees to see who I had knocked over; 'maybe it's Oliver he always wines like a baby'. Although I'm slightly disappointed to find a strange mess of ginger hair and golden eyes staring up at me from the floor.

The people around us begin to get louder and briskly walk away towards the platform that holds the lords as me and this… I don't acctualy know what it is, stare at each other.

"I've never seen golden eyes before" I whisper as I mean into her face and stare her in the eyes, some people would think it's weird but I just want to know how I can get pretty good eyes like this… thing. "Why are they that colour? What are you because I read all about eye colors and no one has golden ones! Oh my goodness are you a fairy? One of the library books said fairy have golden eyes! But where are your wings? Are you pretending to be a fairy?!"

Although I expected it to admit to being a fairy or a fairy impersonator instead it starts giggling and kicks it's legs a bit. That's so rude! I bet if I told this things mother about how it laughed at me it would get told off so bad!

"Your not supposed to giggle! Stupid fairy-thing!" The thing just put it's hand over it's mouth for a moment before seeming to calm down. It took it's hand off it's mouth but still held a bewildered smile as it studied me with its, very pretty, gold eyes.

"Sorry tiny maiden, I didn't mean to laugh at you. But you're very funny" it then sits up on it's knees as well and now is taller then me,I don't like that at all. I stand and cross my arms over my chest as I glare at the laughing fairy thing. " And I'm not a fairy, I am a regular little human like you!" Well I find that incredibly hard to believe!

"No you can't be. humans can't have golden eyes because if they did I would have gotten some for myself." Speaking of getting something for myself I look over it's shoulder at the now deserted cake stall the chocolate cake look so amazing! "Anyway you better go fairy thing because I've got a date with that chocolate cake over there!" I March past it and don't turn around to see what it does as I approach the holy sweetness that is chocolate cake.

I come to find however, that the cake man has put a glass cover over the cake. Stupid! I can't move the glass, I'll drop it and then I'll cut myself and then I'll bleed out and die and it will all be because of the silly man who decided to hide his cakes behind glass! I kick the side of the stall and huff as angry tears gather in my eyes.

This is completely unfair.

I feel a gloved hand on my shoulder and shrug it off as I huff again. " do you need help tiny maiden?" The same high pitched fairy voice questions. "I can use my magical fairy powers if you'd Like?" That instantly stops me from crying as I who around and face her with a big grin.

"I knew it!- I won't tell anyone don't worry! I'll even share my cake with you if you help me!" the fairy laughed slightly before pulling the glove off her hand in front of her face.

Suddenly her hand flew away and became lots of tiny bugs! My mouth opened as wide as it could but snapped shut quickly as I diddnt want to catch any of the fairy fly friends. The fairy looked up to the cake and narrowed her eyes like she was concentrating as I turned to watch the flys as well. All of the fly surrounded the bottom of the glass cover and slowly lifted it up off the table and next to it on the empty part of the stool.

The fly drifted back to her hand and became her hand again. Silence insured as she put her leather glove back on and stared at me waiting for my reaction, almost nervously.

"HOLY-" She covered my mouth with the hand that turned into fly and smiled widely using the other hand to being a finger to her lips telling me to be quiet. Normally I don't listen to people but I kinda owe this fairy for getting me the cake.

She removed her hand from my mouth and lowered her other back to her side as she leaned down to my level. "We've gotta be quiet tiny maiden, my mother has very good hearing and she might think something's going on if she hears shouting" This just raises even more questions that my tiny brain can't comprehend.

Instead of telling the fairy that I don't care if her mother can hear me, I just nod slowly and whisper "would you like some chocolate cake fairy?" She pushes her lips together and furrows her eyebrows a bit.

"Fairys can't eat chocolate tiny maiden." What can I give her in return now? I only have a chocolate cake to give her. "But don't worry I have an idea! How about you promise to be my friend forever instead?!" She was far to exited about that idea for my liking.

"I'm not so sure fairy" she looked quite upset now " forever is a very long time, I might have to check with my mother if that's alright first- oh but I can't I promised I wouldn't tell anyone! Oh no what-" she giggled softly breaking my speech.

"Don't over think it tiny maiden. How about we tell each other our names first! That's what friends do isn't it?" I stare blankly at her because don't really have many friends unless you count my chocolate cake, but I'm about to eat that and I don't think you're supposed to eat your friends. "Well my books say that they do so lets do that" she holds out her hand sideways down to me and straightens her back. "Hello human child, my name is Daniela and I would like to be your friend" after a moment of silence she waves her hand up and down a bit and tells me "now you have to do it back".

I sigh and she smiles as I place my hand in hers "hello Daniela , my name is Andrea and i accept your offer of being friends" I shake her hand slightly and smile a bit up at her. She grins at me and shakes my hand with much more enthusieasum, but then goes still and turns her head to the side.

She groans and looks down at me with a small smile still on her face "sorry tiny- Andrea but I need to go my sister is calling for me, can you get home by yourself or do you need to be at the celebration?" To be honest I think my mother will have given up on me by now so I just turn around and carefully take the chocolate cake in my arms before turning back to her But looking at my chocolate cake, mouth watering.

"No, should be ok I know my way back thank you Daniela" as I look up I see she is no longer standing in front of me- in fact she's nowhere around me when I turn my head. But I'm not worried because I have my delicious cake baby to eat, so I skip home to devour my stolen good.

I look back on that memory now and think how lucky I had been. Since I was taken up to the castle to work I have been told of Lady Danielas various mood swings. Although I probably shouldn't take the other girl's words for the truth, most of the maids are so scared that they make up ridiculous stories (like how lady dimitrescu supposedly sleeps hanging from the ceiling like a bat).

I have been working here for only a month and a half which is apparently the expectancy for most of us, according to Ioana who's been working here almost 30 years. She's about the only one who's nice to me apart from the wood chopping guy but he is never allowed inside- under penalty of death. So I don't get to talk to him much unless I'm picking something up from him, he does buy things I need from the duke from time to time which Is very much appreciated.

The Ladies themselves haven't really caused me any harm yet. I think the closest I got was when I was about to enter lady Cassandra's bedroom to rekindle the fire and another girl who had been cleaning ran out with half her face practically scratched off.

That was in my first week. After that I was pretty sure the head maid didn't like me because the other new girls did menial tasks or stayed out of sight of the ladies until their first month was over (while I was sent headfirst into Lady Cassandra's bedroom). This incident also made me become extra fearful to avoid being seen by any of the ladies which, now I think of it, may be the cause of them never harming me; they simply don't know I exist.

Anyway, tomorow is the day I have the worst jobs on my schedule:

Breakfast 6:30-7

Polish banisters in main hall

Change bedsheets in lady Bella's bedroom

Lunch 11:30-12:30

Clean maids bathrooms

Help prepare ladies dinner

Dinner 6-7

Curfew 7

It's never too difficult, the time management is the worst part. Most of the time I end up missing the majority of lunch because the banisters in the main hall never look quite clean enough, but that's fine I just have more food at dinner.

Tomorow will go as well as any other Wednesday has, I'm sure of it.

#lady dimitrescu x oc

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somevagrantchild · 9 months

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Tagged by @hekateinhell! Thank youuu! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Since this is my VC sideblog, I'm only choosing from my VC fics 🦇 Not in any particular order:

A Bridge (1,200) Louis/Lestat Later Rue Royale era. During a lonely brooding walk, Louis unexpectedly meets an equally brooding Lestat on a bridge near the river. Set not long before their family starts falling apart, things are still good between them--but are they ever, really? Semisweet and angsty (my favorite flavor) I wrote this little fic while I was in the hospital waiting room while my mom was having surgery. It's one of my oldest stories, and the very first one I wrote entirely on my own (I usually co-write with friends), and I'm still proud of it, especially as it's more focused on Louis's POV (third person) and I'd previously only ever really written from Lestat's. I was in an artsy phase, and I wanted to focus on using bridge symbolism in a sort of opposite way from what might be expected.

The Center of it All (1,500) A few years after Queen of the Damned, Lestat is having an introspective night, remembering his time working on his first book and how differently he felt about Akasha before he actually met her. Cynical and self-effacing. This is my most underrated fic, and I wish more people would give it a chance! People don't click on it because it's not in any ship tags, and is really just a Lestat solo moment, though he does describe an old conversation with his TVL era lawyer, Christine. But it's another early work for me, and I wrote Lestat's internal monologue in first person, trying to capture his voice from the way he writes his own books, as well as being a bit meta about the way Anne write. I think I did a pretty good job, and wish this little fic would get some love!

Under the Stars (6,400) Louis/Lestat earlier Rue Royale era, set during regency times. A strange woman in their neighborhood has Louis concerned about the safety of their dark secret, but Lestat isn't taking his worries seriously. Classic Loustat repressed mutual pining with an adorable ending. I wrote this for a Secret Santa exchange, and the prompt was my giftee's headcanon that Lestat pretends to be Claudia's dead mother's brother, while Louis is her father, and that's how they get by with their neighbors not knowing they're gayyyy (and also vampires). I'd watched Bridgerton recently, and am pretty much always in the mood for a Regency Romance, so decided to set it in that era with some Jane Austen flair, focusing on Lestat's POV (third person) and how much he doesn't want to admit he's desperate for Louis's attention. The idea of them needing to trick the neighbors led me to the idea of, what if one saw through it?? But I took it in a sweet and humorous direction for some Christmas fluff (rare for me!) and this has since become my most popular solo fic on ao3 by far! Although it has pining, it's romantic and not so angsty for once from me.

The Bear in the Snow (4,100) Lestat & Armand. After Blood Communion ends, Lestat still isn't sure where he stands with Armand, and he's been stressing about it. On Christmas Eve, Armand gets Lestat to stalk him out into the snowy forest, where he tells a story from his own childhood in a subtle/manipulative (but in a good way) attempt to begin to bridge the rift between them. This was another Secret Santa gift, and the prompt from the giftee was a story about young Andrei having some soft time with his parents. I don't write Armand very often at all, but I was excited for the challenge--except writing a VC fic with no vampires?? I wound up coming up with the framing device and telling it from Lestat's POV (a cop out for me lol he's my default voice), but since the main story is Armand speaking aloud, telling a story about hunting bears with his father, a lot of it is his first person voice as well. Lestat and Armand's angsty obsessive frenemy dynamic is one of my absolute favorite parts of the entire series, but I'd never been brave enough to write any of it without a co-author before, so I'm really proud of how this one turned out.

The Hour Before Dawn (6,400) Louis/Armand set when their relationship is falling apart, shortly before Louis goes to see Lestat in the crumbling house in New Orleans (so early 1970s according to IWTV or 1920s according to TVL) Louis has been growing even more distant, and Armand is desperate to keep him. When Louis returns home to their apartment in New York after some unexpected days away, Armand resorts to playing his trump card. Of all my old co-written fics from years ago, this one still really sticks with me. It was my very first time writing Armand, and dark, desperate, needy Armand, at that. It's third person, but more omniscient than from either of their POV's in particular. My prose focus was on extreme subtlety and only hinting at Armand's true feelings and motivations through physical actions and his word choices (and lack thereof), leaving a lot between the lines for the reader to pick up on only from external clues. Kind of the opposite of my co-written stories now, which are all extremely internal-heavy, where you read every single little thought and feeling going on with every character (and that's why they're millions of words long 😆). This one is sparse and mysterious and soso bittersweet and angsty 😋

I think all my VC pals have been tagged already, so branching out of the fandom and tagging @gaslightgallows @les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques @nellachronism

#ask meme #vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire #loustat #armand/lestat #armand/louis #loumand #vc fic #self rec #Sacraments of Commitment and Puppets on Silver Cords get honorary mentions #But you all are already well aware of those 😅

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