#and tbh? if i was comfortable here? if i had some stability if i had yk my college stuff (that has like. housing support) and my therapist

[gooppoo]

asked for filth? alright

how about jake fucking the reader in ways the na’vi dont usually do? like eating her pussy making her sit on his face, fingering her, all the ways that you think they wouldn’t do and reader is just overwhelmed and so fucked out while hes laughing at her lovingly

no this is a really interesting concept bc how does james cameron b havin these mfs get down and dirty?

Let me show you.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: oral (reader receiving), fingering, face sitting, jake is actually being a softy (surprise surprise)

p.s. challenging myself to condense my writing bc I tend to overwrite tbh

"Yes, sit, right here." Jake giggled at your bashful nature.

You swallowed nervously, "I-I don't know Jake..."

He swished his hand nonchalantly, "Babe, I promise, you're gonna love it. When I was one of the sky people we did this all the time." Your ears flattened when he mentioned the sky people, "Listen, just try it, if you don't like it, we'll stop." He cocked a brow.

Your tongue ran over your teeth thoughtfully. Hesitantly, you shuffled toward his expression, praying that he was true to his word (his devilish smile was less than convincing).

Either side of his head, your thighs rested, one hand stuck out in front of you for stability. Jake chirped from beneath you to see if you were ready, and you sighed, unsure.

A wet, warm sensation spread across your folds and toward your clit. Your body involuntarily stiffened and jolted your hips away from his mouth.

"Woah woah hey, just my tongue. Don't worry baby." He studied your anxious stare, chewing on your bottom lip, "Only gonna use my tongue and my fingers. Promise." His wink was not as comforting as he thought, but still cute.

In your chest, your heart hammered making the rest of your body hot. It all seemed so new all at once, and it was overwhelming.

But...from the little bit you had, it felt pretty damn good.

Still, you proceeded with caution, and returned to your original position. You waited for his tongue to explore again, instead he opted to peck along your thighs. A part of you wanted to protest and whine for him to focus on your clit, but you let him show his expertise.

When his tongue made a reappearance, it was trailing toward your much wetter core. Again, the temptation crept up to force his tongue where you wanted it, but you were patient. And soon enough that patience paid off because before you could form another coherent thought, Jake was showing you that it was possibly for you to form incoherent thoughts.

It was like he was kissing you, making out with you messily, only it felt one hundred times better. All you could really do was gasp and mewl, feel Jake pull you harder down onto his character to dive deeper into you. At times, you'd both hum when you'd hips would buck out of pure pleasure.

But as soon as you adjusted to this new phenomena, another was introduced, this time you didn't pull away. There was a weak prodding at your slippery entrance - perhaps his fingers he had mentioned - sometimes penetrating through the tiniest bit just to slide back out.

It was different, and would take some adjusting, but as long as Jake kept his attention on your clit there wouldn't be any protest or insecurity. And he knew this too, he wouldn't send your body into shock and shove two fingers into you just to quicken the process. So he took his time building up to massaging your g-spot and keeping a blissful pace on your clit with his magical tongue.

Eventually, he was knuckle deep in you, stimulating your most sensitive spots and watching you gradually unfold on top of him. Feeling your thighs relax almost too much, cunt pulsing around his working digits, it was just as he had remembered it.

However, he couldn't sustain this rhythm forever, it would only get you so far, and he wanted you cumming on his face! He tried his best to be as unsuspecting while lapping at your clit and applying more vigor to your insides. And while this did send you further into your clouded mind of lust, it also quickly became too much.

"Jake - jake," you tried to warn him that you were on the cusp of overstimulation.

"Keep saying my name baby," he laughed against you. The faint tremble in your thigh and the tightening of your naval told him everything he needed to know, "I know it's a lot, it's okay. You're doin' fuckin' great." Most of his words were muffled, the vibration of his voice sending chills up your spine.

Sooner than he has expected, your thighs were stiffening, and your walls were tightening. He continued his pace with a sprinkle of passion, knowing what was waiting for him around the corner.

"Jake - oh, OH!"

There it was. That honeydew sweetness dripping down his fingers and coating his tongue. Making your sturdy legs shake and clit become too sensitive to even kitten lick. Jake was pussy whipped, no question about it.

When enough was enough, his half-damp face peaked from underneath you, an overly cocky smile plastered on his features.

"Whatcha think?" You nodded, still gasping for air, "I knew you'd like it."

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar smut #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you

[cambrinkisbae]

⋆.ೃtreat me better ࿔*:･

paige Bueckers x fem!reader

words : 3k

themes :

-angst

-18+

-comfort

warnings :

-drinking

-slight sexual content

-homophobia

A/N - I got this idea at like 2 am and it took me three days to write it but I love it tbh.

No matter how close the game was, the girls will always go out after a win. Most times I choose to not tag along since i'll probably get pushed aside. This time Paige and the girls came home more excited than usual. They made it to the final four. I was laying on the couch watching a couple episodes of friends when the doorknob of my apartment shook open. The sound of Paige's keys jingling single handily lifted me off the couches cushions. My eyes lit up even more when Paige's bright eyes met with mine.

I was originally just a trainer for Paige when she tore her ACL but during all of that, I was also trying my best to improve my volleyball career. Once I realized that being Paige's trainer would lead to a bit more, I also realized that I would get invested in everything else. Now that she was healed I tagged along the other girls, helping them out when no one was there to help with their own injuries. Finally, the season was almost over. All the other people that helped out with the teams injuries were back and ready to work. So this was my chance to get back on the volleyball court and actually pursue something. Paige was there the whole way. Anytime I would push her away so that she could focus on her own goals she would say something along the lines of "you helped me so much y/n I can't just not give anything back" and I just couldn't say no when she had that sexy of a voice. Who said that. Everything was chill, me and Paige stayed friends and we helped each other reach our goals. It felt nice to have such a good friend by my side with all that I was going through.

Paige walked through the door and her bright blue eyes met mine. She had a couple tears of joy in her eyes ready to fall and once they did I was ready to gently wipe them away. I wrapped my arms around her torso while hers were lifting me up in the air. Wow she never did that before. A loud giggle left my mouth when i noticed that I was in the air now. The blondes arms had a tight grip on my waist, keeping me up with stability. When she finally let me down all she did was jump around the living room like a child. "Did you see me and Nika's blocks?" She yelled across the room while I stood in place with my hands on my hips. A very entertained look was on my face while I watched Paige leap through the living room. "Yes i did! I saw everything!" I rushed up to Paige to hold her in place and calm her down. Before I could pull her into another hug, our phones buzzed at the same time. Paige pulled hers out first and looked down at a text from KK asking if we were up for a party tonight. Without hesitation Paige grabbed onto my wrists and shook them around while begging for me to come with. "Are you serious Paige? We do this every time, i don't like parties...." Paige kept on whining while giving me puppy dog eyes. I guess this once wouldn't be bad.

WRONGGGG

So I gave in and went to my bathroom to get ready. Most of Paige's stuff was here already so she didn't bother going back to the teams house to get ready. I spent around 45 minutes getting ready. I don't know why. It's not like there would be anyone important there. It's just a party. Nothing more. I dragged the mascara wand against my eyelashes while blinking to dry them quicker. I took one last look in the mirror before going to my closet to pick out an outfit. My eyes were immediately drawn to a black tube top and some jean shorts. It was probably going to be cold outside so I grabbed a red zip up to cover my bare collarbones and shoulders. The only shoes I could find were my red converse which I was kind of lucky to have. I walked out of my walk-in closet to find Paige sitting on the edge of my bed, putting on a pair of shoes. The moment i stepped out, Paige's eyes were very obviously clinging to my body. She tried to hide the fact that she was staring hard at my top by complimenting me quickly. "Shit you look good! Everyone's gonna be on you..." Her words dragged on with very clear tones of jealousy. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a red button up flannel. Fuck me.

Once I had grabbed my purse and some lip balm, Paige held my hand while walking out the door and I locked it behind us. We walked over to Paige's car and the moment we got inside it was Drake on repeat. She sadly grabbed the aux before I could. The entire drive was filled with Paige's voice cracking every other lyric and me pretending to not know every line. The bar that the girls decided to be at seemed way nicer than the others. Of course I may have not been out either the girls a lot but the times that I was, most of the places they partied at were just a tad bit sketchy. Paige parked her car next to Aubrey's and stepped out of the car before brushing off her shirt by sliding her hands down her chest. She clearly wanted to look presentable. The second I heard Chase Atlantic playing on the speakers I couldn't resist from singing, almost screaming, to the lyrics. I waved to a couple of the girls who were sitting at a booth right ahead of me and Paige.

"What took ya'll so long?" KK said before shoving Paige's shoulder with a wide smile on her face. "This one did" Paige said gesturing behind her to me. "She must have someone to impress huh" Ice teased me while poking at my hip. I let out a forced laugh knowing that they were right. "Nuh uhhh. I just like doing my makeup to go out..." I lied quickly. Before anyone could make anymore remarks on how i cared about my appearance, Nika came around the corner with a plate of shots for everyone. I jumped up once she set down the cup and wrapped my arms around her back. "NIKA!" I squealed, clinging myself onto Nika's body. She leaned back a little, almost falling back from the intensity of my hug. "Woah! Heyyy!" Her arms settled around my waist, melting into my back. My eyes were shut against Nika's skin but when I opened them I saw Paige staring the both of us down with not an ounce of happiness on her face. I tried my best to not react but jesus it was hard. Is Paige Bueckers, my best friend, jealous that i'm hugging her teammate? Or am I just tweaking.

I stepped away from Nika and gave her a squeeze on her forearm before pulling Paige to the side and whispering to her. "You good? You looked pissed at me just right now." She did nothing but nod. Just a simple nod. She took a sip of her drink before going over to talk with Azzi. I looked around the building to see if there were any other girls scattered around the place but for the most part everyone seemed to be in the same place. I walked up to the table of our booth and took a shot before leaning my head on Paige's shoulder. Most people viewing from afar would think that we were dating but I swear we have no feelings for each other. Paige doesn't at least. I had been messing around with the short sleeve of Paige's flannel when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I spun around to find one of my old volleyball teammates staring at me. I didn't realize it was her until she gave me that 'bitch do you not know me' look. I gasped louder than ever before wrapping my arms around the girl. "Oh my God Liv?! What are you doing here?" I squealed while pulling myself out of the hug. "I transferred a couple months ago! I saw on your Instagram that you went here and decided to surprise you. Plus my boyfriend plays for the basketball team so..." I turned around to pull Paige over in Liv's direction to introduce the two girls. "Paige this is Liv!" I say, frantically tapping the blondes shoulder. "Remember we played volleyball together in high school?" Paige was silent but seemed chill. She just kept of nodding in agreement with the same enthusiasm I was giving her. "I'm gonna go catch up with her ok? Don't dance without me p!" I yelled out while walking across the bar to sit down with a couple of Liv's friends.

I ended up sitting between her and a brunette guy. I didn't want to rude, so I introduced myself to him before Liv could. "Hey I'm y/n." I held my hand out in front of the guy. He looked at me in the eye, making me notice that his eyes were even more blue than Paige's. Damn. He held onto my hand and shook it for what felt like longer than needed. He had a shy smile on his lips and did anything he could to not break eye contact with me. "I'm Carter." It felt like our hands were melting together before he pulled away to look at Liv. "Carter this is y/n!" Apparently me and Carter were quiet enough for people to not realize that we already knew each other by now. "Oh yeah she introduced herself already." He pointed his thumb to the side, motioning to me. A little time passed that was filled with mindless drunken conversations. My head had slowly fallen on Carter's shoulder and It took me by surprise when he didn't shove me off. So I pretended to sleep soundly when I was really listening in on whatever nonsense every what talking about now. I slowly tried to inch my arm through Carter's to loop our limbs together. This is when he knew that I wasn't asleep, he gently moved his arm away from his hip for me to fit my arms through before closing in on my arms. What the fuck am I doing. Now I tried my best to act tired when he tapped me "awake." I sat up and looked around while rubbing my eyes gently enough to not smudge any mascara. "I think I'm gonna head home now." Liv snapped her head to me and furrowed her eyebrows. "What why? We've only hung out for a little bit." She whined. "I don't know I'm just tired already." I groaned while standing up and grabbing my purse. I was about to leave when I felt Carter's strong hand hold onto mine while he lifted himself up. "Let me drive you home."

Me and Carter were halfway to exit when I remember that Paige was probably still waiting for me. Just as we were going to cross the booth that Paige and her team were at I changed my mind. "Actually Carter I'm sorry but I have a friend that goes home with me and I cant leave her alone." His expression changed immediately.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." He had his hand wrapped my wrist now.

"Seriously I would feel so shitty if I just left her." I laughed off what started to feel like fear.

"No. Come on stop being ridiculous, you need to get home." His hand started to tighten around my skin.

"Carter can you stop. Just let me go home with her." I started to try and shake my arm out of his grip.

"Y/n just fucking stop. Lets go." He tugged on my wrist, trying to lead me out the door. This was perfect timing for me to be in the girls' sight now.

"Shit! Carter let me go!" I stopped walking and stood still while trying to pry his hand off of my wrist.

Finally Paige looked up and saw what was going on. Not a single ounce of hesitation crossed her mind. She stood up and rushed over to me. "Hey man let her fucking go!" She stormed in Carter face while holding a hand around my waist, pulling me away from the brunette. Carter was startled away by the 5'11 girl that had just as much confidence and more than his own. I had a couple tear in my waterline but quickly got rid of them by blinking and wiping the wet streaks of of my face. "Woah back off, I'm just trying to take her home." Carter snapped at Paige. "No, fuck off." Paige turned around with me in her grasp and walked back over to the booth. Everyone but Caroline didn't even realize what just happened. "Fine, I wouldn't want to fuck a dyke anyway." Carter yelled back at both me and Paige. It took everything in me to not turn around and swing at Carter. So Paige did it for me. she threw a hard punch right at the brunettes nose, knocking him back against the floor. "Jesus Paige!" I wrapped my hands around both of her arms and pulled her away. Her adrenaline faded away in less than a second but I swear I could still see fume flowing out of her ears. She winced while rubbing her knuckle back and forth. "Lets go." Paige said coldly while look down at Carters now bloody face. I nodded silently before holding onto her hand and walking the two of us out the exit door. Surprisingly, Paige hand gotten even a little tipsy that night. As much as I didn't want to make her drive, I didn't want to get into a crash at 12 am so Paige drove me to my apartment and unlocked the door. "Paige no. come in." I refused to let her drop me off and deal with whatever anger was built up in her alone.

I practically dragged Paige out of the car and through my door. She seemed more drunk than I was right now. I walked her to my bathroom and tapped on the counter, gesturing for her to sit down on it. She lifted herself up and winced again after putting pressure of her wounded hand. Her legs were swinging back and forth while she fidgeted with her own thumbs and I grabbed a first-aid kit and some rubbing alcohol. Her legs were spread just enough for me to fit myself in-between. I rested against her thigh while holding her fist in my hand and gently swiping away the excess blood. "This is gonna hurt." Were the only words I let out from when she punched Carter to when we almost fell asleep. I dabbed a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol on the very tip of her knuckle, causing Paige's head to tilt back while she swayed her feet a bit more aggressively. "Shit!" she whined a bit before I pulled the cotton ball away and threw it in the trash can. Now that her fist was clean I could've just left it like that. I could've cleaned up the mess, put everything away and go to sleep. But of course I had to raise her hand up to my lips and place a gentle kiss on her knuckle. A lingering smell and taste of rubbing alcohol transferred to my lips but I tried to hide that. When I looked up, Paige's eye were locked onto mine. I did everything in me to attempt to look away but before I could I felt Paige's soft lips pressed into mine. I quickly got more comfortable with the kiss and slowly moved my hands to wrap around Paige's waist. I tilted my head to the side to perfectly fit her nose in between my eye socket and my own nose. She pulled away gently to look at me and protest what just happened. "I'm sorry-"

"Shut the fuck up."

I moved my hand up to Paige jawline and continued to wrap my lips around hers. I could feel that she didn't want to pull away but felt like she had the need to. "Sit up." I whispered through kisses and that she did. Paige stood up and moved her hands around my back, slowly moving them closer to my ass. I led her to my room and shut the door behind me before pushing her against the bed. I unlatched our lips to speak one more time.

"How long have you wanted to do this?"

"Long fucking time."

"I know."

I let my tongue slip in between Paige's lips, tangling itself with her own. Her hands were now running a long my back under my shirt. I pulled away for one last second to take of my shoes and jacket before fully crawling on top of Paige's lap and placing kisses down her neck and collarbones. Soft whines escaped the blondes mouth as I move closer to the opening of her flannel. Without removing my lips from her skin, I unbuttoned the flannel to reveal just a black sports bra. I looked up at Paige, giving her a look that was waiting for approval to take off her bra. She nodded eagerly giving me the chance to take it off. I couldn't help but stare at her tits before moving my lips further down her chest now reach her stomach. I traced my lips against each toned ab that she had. I could feel her stomach flexing against my mouth once I reached her bikini line. Now I gently unzipped her jeans and slipped them down her legs before tossing them to the side. The only noise I heard were the desperate whines leaving Paige's mouth, getting louder the lower I moved my lips. I practically tore her boxers off.

This is what I needed.

#paige bueckers #lesbian #basketball #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #smut #paigexreader #paige x reader #Paige bueckers smut

[medusa12346]

Choose a frozen character-YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE-EVERYTHING

I hope you enjoy!

Pile 1-

Pile 1, your future spouse is a very private person per se. They might be your opposite too. They’re very successful and abundant in their career, however, their personal life may be a bit wonky. They’re a very giving and materialistic person, however, they may not be the most caring or affectionate. They probably have an iPhone 11? That was specific lol… They may like dancing and may be into sports of some kind, I’m also seeing balanced energy between themselves, masculine and feminine both, with the masculine coming out stronger than feminine but the feminine leaving a harder impact than the masculine. I’m hearing that they have had an unhealthy cycle in their relationship, and the end of that cycle will be you. They will be holding onto you very tightly. This is a very valuable relationship, seems like they’ll never let you go and are quite possessive of you. Damn this person has a lot to say and to show, literally all of my thoughts are overlapping each other-They’ve broken down a million times and put themselves back together again…okay one thing they may not be big fan of animals though, especially rodents of some kind. They’re very mature, stable and practical, and grounded, which can make them a bit boring or dull sometimes but they’re usually really fun and nice to hang out with even if it’s not too extreme. Your person’s love language is giving time, gifts, effort, and money. I’m getting a lot of Virgo, Taurus, and Capricorn plus a bunch of mutable energy. OKAY OKAY extreme message, their house might have been destroyed in a fire once? Your person is a summer person and loves seeing you in flowy and comfortable dresses.OOH okay, they might be a POC, if you’re black then they might be the same but this applies to anyone who’s a POC! OKAY, so your person may have had a backward ascendance, like they might have been spiritual once but then lost faith? I’m also hearing that its no point in convincing them again tbh, let them be, it’s their journey and the universe is honestly okay with it. Your fs might be really close with your mom in the future or their mom too, but I’m hearing they’ll be close to yours, I don’t think they had a typical family environment. HOWEVER, they have definitely healed from this though, I get so much positive energy from them. They’re pretty confident about themselves and may be working on a major project currently? Most probably financial and material stability. If they’re a girl, they like to wear off-shoulder tops and if a boy then shirtless- if gender-neutral then according to their birth gender I’m hearing. They might like seeing you in boots, high heels, and drunk for some reason? (if you’re a girl) OOh, you will make them the happiest person in the world after agreeing to marry them/being a long-term partner. You two may have kids together if u want. They have a very fair mindset, sometimes a bit too much. Maybe they’re in law as well, and they value truth a lot. Even white lies would hurt more than the cold truth. They have a lot of compassion for the world, and charity seems to be important for them.

Pile 2-

OOOOHHHH yall are soulmates no cap. However, you may ignore your future spouse for the first time. They may be a player, and you might think they’re playing you the first time they ask you out or something. GURL, I UNDERSTAND NO WORRIES. There’s gonna be a whole lotta passion here, I also see new beginnings so you may be leaving something, a relationship may be, (friendship too) and going into this relationship. They CAN be a bit emotionally mature and sometimes a bit less understanding with a heavy demeanor, but in the end, they pepper you with kisses and cuddles, and hugs. I’m seeing in their previous relationships, they used to act tough with their sp when their friends were present, but with you, they are cuddly and baby even with their friends, oh and btw they probably got new friends LMAO-I get that they think you’re very smart, logical, practical, emotionally detached and commanding, and they absolutely love it, they go crazy for you HSDHSHSJSJSJ. HOLY JESUS SO MANY HIGHLIGHTS OF YOU TWO BEING TWINFLAMES/SOULMATES-ERNFJRJERF. UM basically, they’re also financially stable and love kids and pets. I don’t think they were born with a silver spoon, they worked hard for it and got it in the end. I’m getting major ‘daddy’ vibes from them SJSJSJ so maybe they’re a lot older than you? You’ll also be ending some sort of cycle with his person, like maybe negative thinking, anxiety and all of that will go to trash. You’ll also let go of some de@d family members, that you couldn’t ever let go of? BOIIII THEY HAVE CONQUERED all the challenges life has to throw at them, theyre one tough cookie.They will be majorly in business or in managing, i dont see a very ‘artistic’ person ig? But theyre very romantic, so they’ll probably try to be romantic. I’m seeing different people a lot, so maybe they change their appearance quite a bit, like dying their hair and putting on fake nose rings? I’m seeing you’ll gain a lot of confidence in this relationship, and also get more connected to nature and to earth. ALSO, YOU’LL START GETTING OUT OF BED SOON some of them could wear a turban or tie their hair up in that kind of way after showering? Specific NDNDJD.I’m seeing you two will majorly be the cool aunt and uncle, i don’t see you have kids if you don’t want to, but there are more chances of you two having nieces rather than your own kids. Your person could be Saturn dominant, and they always have instant karma either out to get them or to protect them.

PILE 3-

Your person is trapped in a difficult situation for now, and they have to be careful with what they do, and speak. They have a bucketload of work that’s been stressing them out, plus people are annoying the f out of them LMAO- they might be going through their first spiritual awakening? And they’ve become a bit immature during the process, but will come out better than ever after it. Oooh yeah, they've been going through it right now. Maybe they just swerved their way out of something (relationship maybe), and they recently might have lost a friend.For their personality, they’re definitely very sweet and creative and artistic, they love to experiment with colors and can be childish when they want to, but after this awakening, they’ll be a lot more mature and elegant in the way that they express themselves. Also, the crown chakra may or may not be important to them, maybe they’re focusing on rebalancing it after their work. They have messed up quite a few times this year, and they are working on moving past that shame and regret and guilt. I’m also seeing that blue may be important to them? As well as cars. They’re romantic too, and they set up the mood before asking you out on a date, possibly a Leo venus. They might also have been physically hurt once or more than that? There’s a need of going to the hospital a lot..mAYBE THEY’RE A DOCTOR? Oh, of they are, they work with infectious diseases and have to be really careful. I also see a toxic workplace, maybe their boss is really annoying and coworkers are not willing to compromise so everything is just wrong right now. They probably like traveling tho. They may have mars in 3rd and love debates. This person is really secretive I’m not getting anything here-AS for appearance, they could wear glasses, dye their hair grey, and have tanned skin. They also probably were impulsive once and that made them have a lot of anxiety but in the end, they got through it all. You could meet them through friends and online, but I’m also seeing a very dramatic meeting where y'all are MOVIE STARS OR SOMETHING. Sorry for it being shorter than the other piles, but i took half of the deck out and the majority of it gets vibes of renewal, toxicity, and hurt.

This is an old post. It is mine.

All coprights reserved to @amoretarot

#pick a card #pick a pile #pick a cards #pick a picture #pac #pick a picture. #future spouse #tarot reading

[stargirlfics]

The Gentleman

Alfred Pennyworth x Black Dancer!Reader

Series Summary: Two chance encounters turn into something quite unexpected the longer you spend around a certain Englishman

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, set after the events of The Batman film, age gap - reader is mid/late 20’s or 30’s (up to your preference), mentions of stalking/being followed, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn kinda vibe this chapter

Word Count: 6.2k

Note: The first chapter is finally here! Andy Serkis as Alfred lives rent free in my head tbh and this idea has been too, I’m having so much fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it also!

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Gotham’s misty autumn air felt cool against your cheeks, your heels clicking against the pavement as you set a brisk pace, the city beginning to wake, morning sun just barely cutting through the cloudy skies.

Fatigue crowded at the edges of your eyes, it had been a long night and you looked forward to a warm shower and your bed, hoping to finally rest.

 Rehearsals began later today for you and some of the other girls at the Iceberg Lounge and you knew your window to get some proper rest was entirely too narrow but you’d just have to manage. 

You’d have been home hours ago if you had just kept your mouth shut. 

He didn’t like when the girls got smart with him but his sleazy ego was far too big and you had scoffed at his comments about how this city was gonna be his one day soon, earning you the honor of doing all the club’s closing duties and bar clean up for the night. 

It had been amusing in the moment but you knew it was more than true that Oz had his fingers in many a shady pocket, a chill running through your chest at the thought of him having any kind of control over the city. 

His reputation as a gangster was no secret. 

Especially in the near year it had been since all those chilling riddles, the murders, since the unraveling of lies about the elite in Gotham and that terrible flood. The element had shifted, had given an opportunity for men like Cobblepot to step into the spotlight. 

But despite that, life was just starting to have some semblance of stability again. 

The temporary repairs made to the sea wall were undergoing construction for something more permanent, the last few neighborhoods that had been underwater were salvaged and being rebuilt, the displaced finally starting to find their footing again. 

Not everything was whole again but things were certainly on the mend. 

You pulled your coat tighter around yourself, debating on whether it was worth it to wait the extra ten minutes for your favorite café to open or just head straight for the subway home, your train of thought abruptly ended by the quick pace of heavy footsteps rushing closer from behind you, a sense of dread spiking you instinctively. 

It didn’t take you long to feel sure you were being followed, trying and failing to keep your breathing even as you gave a discreet glance to your side, fear numbing your cheeks at the hulking figure of a man creeping close behind you in your peripheral. 

The pace of your own steps picked up as you settled on the best course of action. 

Closer in distance to where you were now was the subway entrance but you didn’t take comfort in being followed underground a little too long before all the platforms would fill with people headed to work. 

The café would take you a couple minutes more to get to but there was always a line outside the building this time of morning and you felt safer knowing whoever was following you probably wouldn’t try anything with a handful of witnesses around.

It looked like you were getting a coffee after all. 

Adrenaline and a sense of panicked determination pushed your feet to carry you faster, still glancing to your side every minute to gauge how far away this person was, preparing to start running should he get too close for comfort. He was already too close for comfort as it was.

Winding around a couple streets later, you took a deep breath as the familiar coffee spot came into view, a tinge of relief easing the tension in your stomach at the line of people formed by the doors just as you thought there would be. 

And then, just a few feet ahead, you spotted a man getting out of a sleek Audi, rounding the back of the car, and stepping up onto the sidewalk in the direction of the café, his back turned as he stopped to pay the meter. 

A sudden idea sprang to mind and you didn’t give yourself any time to hesitate before you were going through with it.  

“Hi, honey! So sorry I’m late,” you called out loudly, rushing towards the man and before he could even turn, you slid in front of him, your back to the car, him in front of you, creating a kind of barrier. 

“Please play along,” you whispered anxiously, your arms thrown around his shoulders. 

The man was understandably bewildered by this but also quickly recognized the scared, wild-eyed look on your face and was reaching out to wrap an arm around your waist seconds later.

It was strange. You were shaky and scared and in the arms of a complete stranger but his calm breathing and the way his hand on the small of your back held you steady made you want to pull him closer. 

You refrained, not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable than he probably already was and instead, focused on your stalker, relief extinguishing the panic when he picked up pace and ran off, your grip releasing when he slinked around the corner of the building. 

“I’m so sorry about that. I was being followed for a couple of blocks and didn’t know what else to do, I-” 

You took a step back, the words rushing from your mouth before you were truly getting a good look at the man before you, taking him in until your eyes reached his face and it took all but two seconds to recognize who he was.

Alfred Pennyworth. 

You’d never seen him in person, just in photos or in the news whenever the occasional story about Wayne Enterprises or the anniversary of the Wayne’s deaths were talked about, stunned to be in a situation like this with Bruce Wayne’s butler? Bodyguard? Guardian? 

You’d always gotten the impression he was a little more than just the family butler. 

The cane in his hand, the scar splitting his left brow, and the one framing his left eye gave you indication enough. 

“Oh, that’s quite alright, miss. Are you hurt at all?” his tone was concerned but gentle, with a voice like syrup, accented and smooth, leaving you scrambling to reply as his eyes scanned you hastily 

“N-no, thankfully, just a little scared. But I’m okay, I appreciate this, truly. I’m so sorry to have bothered you!” 

You felt awkward still standing in front of him, your brain running a mile a minute, picking up things you hadn’t noticed in your rush to explain yourself. 

The hint of cologne on his collar, the perfectly trimmed cut of his beard, and neat style of his hair, the salt and pepper color of both, the glint of gold from the watch around his wrist, and his sharp and tailored attire. 

Oh. 

He was handsome. Attractive in a refined way, the way an older man like himself seemed to possess. Classy, suave, smooth. 

“Not to worry, you weren’t a bother at all. I’m glad you’re okay, I can only imagine that must have been very frightening. Can I hail you a cab or walk you somewhere safe?” 

The offer had you stopping in your tracks, a little stunned by his lack of annoyance, there was only genuine concern, in his tone, in the soft blue of his eyes.

As if sensing your urge to protest out of inconvenience on his behalf he gave you a comforting smile, “The least I could do is make sure you’re on your way safely.” 

There was that word again, “safe”, the exact word to describe how you felt standing next to him despite being strangers. 

Given what had just happened you knew you should have your guard up a little more but you couldn’t help considering his offer for a moment and ultimately decided to accept. 

“I’ll take a cab then, thank you, really I can’t thank you enough.”

“No need, miss, it’s my pleasure.” 

You stayed close as he waited with you, sneaking glances at him while he searched for any taxis close by, catching one a few minutes later. 

A shy smile wound its way to your lips at how he effortlessly guided you to the taxi cab when it stopped by the curb, not missing a beat to open the door for you, heat warming your cheeks at the gesture. 

One more thank you was said and his kind response was given, waiting until you were tucked inside the car before he shut the door, his figure lingering just a moment longer in your peripheral as you gave your address to the driver. 

You resisted the urge to look back at him as the car peeled forward, unsure why you felt a touch reluctant to leave him behind but you were already replaying the interaction in your head, a little giddy by how much of a gentleman Mr. Pennyworth had been towards you. 

The drive home was one spent lost in thought. 

Limbs restless with the edge of adrenaline the last ten minutes had given you, anxious about the man who had followed you and what might have happened if you were still out on the street, and simultaneously comforted thinking of the very attractive man who’d been there right in the nick of time. 

Trying to make sense of it in the moment was only proving to make the base of your head throb, only knowing one thing for certain, you’d need to be extra careful and aware of your surroundings going forward. 

–

Sleep had been elusive, your mind exhausted but unable to slow down as you counted down the few hours you had left before you needed to head back to The Iceberg, finally drifting off when you shut your eyes and pictured the dance you knew by heart now, imagining your body’s movements, everything slowing down till you felt drowsy enough to slip into a comfortable sleep. 

The consequence of your morning being thrown off like it had been was running late for your rehearsal slot, cursing at yourself when you heard the familiar piano notes of the scales intended to get your feet and body warmed up for the day. 

Eyes trained on the scuffed flooring, you slipped into the large studio, hoping to jump into the barre warmup with the rest of the girls without being noticed but it was too late. 

You’d looked up for a mere second and caught the disapproving look of your dance instructor, mouthing a “sorry” to her before slipping on your favorite pair of well worn heels and taking your place at the barre.

Madame Olena Efanova made dancing a dream. 

She never shared much of herself with the girls she taught but you all felt close to her anyways, starry eyed and hungry for the chance to dance her choreography. 

It was her that kept you all coming back despite the oppressive environment the club could have, despite being under Cobblepot’s thumb. 

You and everyone else working at the club had quickly come to loathe and fear him, you knew of his reputation as a gangster and didn’t particularly enjoy the shady business he conducted with many of the men that came to watch “his girls” dance at the new and improved Iceberg Lounge.

In the wake of the original being all but washed away in the flood, Oz sought to build himself up out of the ruins. 

44 Below was now hidden in plain sight, the new, more intimate location and jazzy burlesque feel to The Iceberg acting as a convincing front for the real back room deals. Drugs, guns, money, you name it. 

Madame Olena was the club’s saving grace. She made it feel important, real, something more than just lingerie and sexy dances and cabaret strip teases. 

There was conditioning, countless rehearsals, costumes, sets built, each girl got their own routine to showcase, it was a full production that wouldn’t be what it was without her attention to detail and encouragement of the passion you all had for dancing.

And maybe most importantly of all she was the only one standing in between you all and Oz, protecting you and teaching you to survive him, to survive Gotham in general. 

Your posture straightened and you focused on making graceful transitions between foot positions, relieved when she gave you an understanding look. She had, after all, been the one trying to convince Oz not to punish you for laughing at him last night.  

Maybe you’d ask to speak with her after you practiced your routine, tell her about this morning, about being followed and not knowing who or why it happened, she’d have kind words for you without a doubt. 

For now, you focused on making the prettiest lines with your arms, dipping into a plie and coming back up slow and controlled. Classical training couldn’t be beat. 

–

The second time you would run into Alfred was barely a week after your first encounter, on an ordinary and particularly chilly Friday night. 

Picking up an extra shift at your sometimes second job hadn’t been the plan but another dancer friend of yours needed the extra hands for drink services and you’d agreed to spend your evening at The Magpie helping out. 

Something about an investor dinner for Gotham’s Symphonic Orchestra and their partners; you hadn’t been too concerned with the details, satisfied with the extra money it would bring and opportunity to catch up with your friend. 

The lush wine red of The Magpie’s interior design and color scheme was always a favorite of yours, appreciative of the more intimate vibe of the place despite it being a higher end restaurant and bar, even if you’re weren’t getting paid you’d still have come by in your best attire just to be in the space. 

Kiera greeted you warmly at one of the employee entrances, sharing a laugh at how you’d worn the same dress, a tried and true pick that paired exceptionally well with the dark hue of both your skin tones, of course you were just that in sync with each other.

It had been like that when you had first met too, she was one of the newer girls at the club then just as you were but you think maybe she saw a lot of herself in you and stuck by your side, a quiet friendship forming almost instantly. 

There wasn’t much time to talk before you were both hurried along to the upper level of the building with the balcony terrace that overlooked the city, an impressive bar centered in the middle of the wide space, clusters of plush love seats and tables filled the rest of the space, replicating the same distinguished and intimate feel of the restaurant below. 

You just barely caught a glance at the table assignments before you were ushered off to the bar, but you were almost positive you had spotted his name on the reservation list. 

It was a touch alarming, being acutely aware of your heartbeat thudding against your ribcage, stomach flipping at the fact that you’d be in the same space tonight. It sounded silly you knew that, feeling a little foolish that part of you reasoned he wouldn’t recognize you while another part secretly hoped he did. 

You were sure you weren’t even a blip on his radar, you couldn’t allow yourself to think he would remember the brief interaction between you that day but even so, butterflies tickled your skin at the thought of bumping into him again. 

So to put it to rest, you made a deal with yourself, not to expect anything from him, you’d act like you’d never met and that would be that but try as you might, your heart was still thudding as you maneuvered the platter of dazzling champagne flutes through the room. 

Cheerful conversation could be heard as you got closer to the section you were covering, hands gripping the gold platter extra tight when you spotted him, unable to keep your eyes from searching.

Alfred Pennyworth looked even better than you remembered, a polite smile gracing his features, hair styled neatly back, a charcoal gray suit tailored perfectly on his frame, a matching tie with bronze accented thread stood out from the crisp white of his dress shirt underneath, the familiar gold of his wrist watch catching the light, almost like a beacon. 

You were going to drop the platter if you weren’t careful, forcing yourself to pull it together as you stopped in front of his table, two other men sat on either side of him. 

The conversation they were having lulled once you approached, carefully setting down the drinks in front of them, going through your old bottle service training, presenting everything neatly.

But your eyes were keen to wander again, catching his fingers coming into view as he reached for the champagne glass, cataloging the attractive build of his hands before you were looking at his face, one single second of eye contact made before he was looking away and then looking back in a double take. 

A flicker of recognition flashed across his face, his attention snagged on you still, lagging behind while the two men next to him continued with their conversation after thanking you. 

Too scared to peek at him again, you backed away, fleeing for the bar to keep yourself busy, your brain going a mile a minute with thoughts and far too many emotions to count. 

You knew you couldn’t hide forever, couldn’t mistake that he recognized you and that you’d have to come around again to collect their glasses and offer more but you were so taken by surprise that you weren’t sure what to do as you grabbed the next platter and made your way to the next table, focusing on the group’s drink requests before you made for the bar again. 

Eventually, you got enough courage to venture back to his table, a chilled bottle of Moët and Chandon in hand, but was disappointed to see Alfred missing from his seat. 

You definitely shouldn’t be looking for him, definitely shouldn’t be slipping away when you saw a quiet moment to catch him alone once you spotted him out on the balcony, but it was already happening. 

Now that the sun had fully set the wind had a sharper bite to it, your arms wrapping around yourself in a hug as you adjusted to the temper drop and weaved past the other guests strolling the terrace to meet Alfred at the stone balcony ledge. 

“Hi, Mr. Pennyworth? I don’t know if you remember me but I feel like we keep bumping into each other,” you approached slowly, trying to keep your teeth from chattering. 

“I do remember you, I’m happy to see you’re doing well, I hope you haven’t had any more trouble from that stalker, and please, just call me, Alfred.” his hands had been clasped behind his back until now, his right hand jutting forward to shake yours. 

“N-no, no more trouble thankfully. I still really appreciate you looking out for me in that moment.” your lashes fluttered at the firm grip of his hand, how the other one came up to press against the back of your palm too. 

“As I told you then, it was the least I could do. And oh my, you must be so cold out here! Here, allow me, please,” his brows furrowed as he took in the way you shivered, shrugging off his thick wool coat and holding it open, helping you slide your arms into the sleeves. 

He wasn’t helping the already smoldering crush you’d developed and this by far topped the list of things he’d done so far to make you interested in him. 

You thanked him and gave him your name after he asked, the two of you laughing at how you’d met twice now and he didn’t even know your name. 

The sound of his rich, deep accent speaking the syllables of your name made you shiver again but this time for an entirely different reason, the cold no longer much of a concern as you conversed with him a bit, learning he was here on behalf of a Wayne Foundation initiative with the Orchestra, that he loved classical music and probably would have been here regardless of it being a business venture. 

You learned one of the men he’d been sitting at the table with was Lucius Fox, his business partner at Wayne Enterprises who’d suggested he come tonight and you were silently thanking Mr. Fox for doing so, content to talk to him all night if you could. 

He asked about you too, and you explained that you were here as a favor to a friend, that you were a dancer but had also been working in the Gotham nightlife scene for awhile and could make a mean dry apple martini, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm with each other until a voice from the balcony doors called your attention. 

“Alfred, they’d like to go over some additional plans for the project…we need your input.” Mr. Fox called out from the balcony entrance to which Alfred let him know he’d be back inside in a minute.

“Thank you for being lovely company, I regret I have to cut things short.” his sympathetic smile and warm compliment made your heart flutter. 

“Of course, I understand! I have to get back to the bar soon anyways but it was nice to see you again too.” 

He was already walking away when you realized something.

“Oh! I still have your coat!” you tried to call out to him but it was too late, wind cutting across your words and the French doors shutting behind him all at once. 

You hummed to yourself, weighing your options as you looked out over the twinkling lights and inky black sky of the city again, wondering if it was completely selfish to keep the coat for a little while longer.

It felt special, more than just a nice gesture, maybe you were reading too much into it but the way his hands had lingered on your arms wasn’t something you could shake. 

The cold and the sneaking suspicion Kiera was looking for you had you hurrying back inside, reminding yourself to find him at the end of the night and give the coat back, and maybe, if you were brave enough, ask to see him again. 

Maybe that was too bold, and could you afford to believe meeting him a second time had been more than just coincidence? You weren’t sure and that thought was even further complicated when the later evening hours rolled in and you couldn’t find him or Mr. Fox, realizing he must have left earlier than you thought he would. 

You didn’t bother putting your own coat back on as you headed home later, happy to be wrapped up in something that was his. You wondered if he would come back to the restaurant in search of it, wondered if you should have left it there in case he did but you had decided to indulge this bit of desire, promising to take good care of the expensive material until you found a way to return it to him. 

The question of how that might happen coming to you in the shape of a little black business card in the coat pocket, his name and contact information engraved in the center in curled silver lettering. 

-

Wayne Enterprises was an intimidating building even from afar, impressive and sleek, looming over everything near it, but now that you knew he was in there somewhere, your opinions had shifted. 

Less looming and more enticing.

The intimidation was still very much there, however, nerves rising now that you were inside and asking to meet with Alfred Pennyworth, the man that had been in your thoughts all weekend, the man who’s coat you were here to return. 

The very coat you had draped over your arms, concealing your restless fingers as you gave your name to the lobby secretary and waited while they rang Alfred’s office number. 

You hoped you hadn’t interrupted him at a bad time, it was a Monday morning after all and you felt a little anxious knowing you just showed up without an appointment, you knew he was probably busy but thought dropping by would come off as less earnest, less thought out, not giving away just how much you’d actually thought about being near him again. 

Your worries weren’t given any more time to swirl around, the secretary confirming you’d be seen by him right away, feet slow and careful not to stumble as you were directed towards a set of elevators and given a floor number. 

The journey up to his office was spent reminding yourself that it wasn’t stupid to be doing this, wasn’t silly to try and follow a feeling, to follow the cues of something you thought might be there. 

What was the point if you didn’t try? 

Soon enough, the elevator came to a stop, dinging open with a bright chime. There were only a few offices on this floor, the one directly in front of you was where you’d been directed to go, only having to take a few steps forward before you were knocking softly on the dark wooden door. 

It wasn’t too long before it swung open and there he was…his rolled up sleeves making his forearms the first thing you notice. 

God, you wished he didn’t look so handsome all the time. The simple waistcoat and slacks he had on made you feel a little underdressed, in awe of how he always looked so put together, so classy. 

He spoke your name sweetly and ushered you inside his office, “Come in please, it’s nice to see you again!” that familiar feeling of safety and warmth easing the nerves you felt about all the ways you were different from him, why this might have been a stupid idea. 

His words were cheerful, nothing in his tone or body language suggested you were inconveniencing him and that made you feel relieved. 

Elegant described him perfectly but it could have also be used to describe his office space, the decor a mix of modern and gothic, dark stains of wood and furniture to match, ornate bookshelves lined the wall behind a massive oak desk in the middle of the room, the spines of hundreds of beautiful books filled the shelves, making you smile. Of course he was a reader.

His desk was littered with papers and pens, a stack of books, binders, a laptop open and an empty tea mug to the side. It all fit what you had pictured. 

“Thank you, I know this is unexpected but I…well I'm sure you’ve been missing your coat. That night at The Magpie, you left it with me, I hope it’s okay that I came here, I found one of your business cards in the pocket and thought I’d return it to you.” 

Your words were careful, gauging his reaction, pleased when he nodded and took the coat from your outstretched hand, moving to hang it up on the rack near the door. 

“That’s very kind of you, I had been missing it actually, it’s an old favorite of mine. I appreciate that.” he moved then to stand at his desk, tidying up the papers as you inched closer. 

A rich brown chaise and matching ottoman occupied the space to the right of his desk, the room still feeling cozy despite the large space. He had filled it with paintings and antiques, resembling something a little out of an art museum. 

“Yeah! It’s no problem, I appreciate you for lending it to me, I was going to return it that night but I think you left before I could.” you fiddled with the strap of your purse, happy to just watch him move around his space.

“Ah yes, I admit I did have to leave in a hurry that night and totally forgot about it, but I knew it was in safe hands,” he smiled at you then, the brightness of it reaching all the way to his eyes. 

You returned it, falling a little quiet as he spoke to you again, telling you to make yourself comfortable, watching for a second as he picked up the stack of books to return them to their proper shelves, and you, moving for the two armchairs angled towards one another in front of his desk, leaning against the back of one. 

Now was your chance to say something, deciding not to shy away from showing your interest this time.

“Hey, can I…ask you something?”

“Of course, ask away.” he glanced back at you as he found the right spot for the remaining book in his hand.

“That night. Did you only give me your coat because I was cold?” 

He faced you now, the edges of his mouth twitched up into a smile for the slightest second. Your breaths coming short and shallow as he took a couple steps closer to you. 

“No. Not only because of that. You were freezing and it’s what any decent man should have done but…yes, there was another reason.” 

You hoped he couldn’t hear the way your heart was beating in your chest as he grew silent, pushing the ball into your court now, your eyes searching his own for a moment before you found your words. 

“Well, then I have to admit something too. It was hard making the decision to come here to give it back.”

“Oh, how so?”

“I just knew it would probably be the last time I’d run into you ever again.” 

The words left your lips in a hushed whisper, your chest tight as he maneuvered even closer to where you were still leaning against the armchair. 

“Hm, then I guess this was meant to be. The other reason I had for giving you my coat was because I hoped it would mean it wouldn’t be the last time I’d run into you again too. That’s a part of the truth.”  

Your breath hitched in your throat as he took another step closer. Just a mere foot away from you now.

“What if I wanted to hear the whole truth?” 

“I’d tell you that I haven’t quite been able to stop thinking about you since the morning we met. Then, I’d say that what I really wanted to do that night on the balcony was kiss you.”

Flustered at the way he was looking at you, the words had been slow to process in your brain, only registering when your gaze caught the slightest lick of his lips. 

He was confirming that he was just as interested as you were and it felt so genuine.

“So what’s stopping you now?” 

“Is that what you’d like, love? For me to kiss you?”

Your sharp little intake of breath wasn’t missed, his eyes crinkling as he chuckled at your reaction to the pet name. The new tenderness in his voice made you lose your words entirely, only a simple nod gave him your answer. 

He approached slowly, closing the distance between your bodies with a single step forward, still giving you time to back out and you appreciated that he wanted your permission but there wasn’t anything you were more sure of than knowing you wanted this, right now. 

The tilt up of your head sealed your answer as his own dipped to meet you, your eyes closing as his lips captured yours, warm, soft, sure. 

Alfred felt solid and steady, your hands coming up to rest against his broad chest as he kissed you, the soft press of his lips turning a touch deeper, more eager when you leaned into him, a soft passion echoing in the way a warm hand came up to cup your chin, keeping you close to him.

You never wanted him to stop, getting pulled into a dreamy haze as you kissed, but your already racing heartbeat surged higher in alarm at the sudden woosh of the office door opening, your mind almost too foggy to react but Alfred was already pulling away from your mouth, taking a step back as Bruce Wayne came into view.

“Hey, Alfred I had a question for you about the-oh….” the younger man had just looked up from the papers in his hand in time to see the two of you pull away from each other. 

The way his eyes bounced back and forth between you and Alfred made you cringe inwardly, mortified that you’d been caught kissing by one of the most famous figures in the city, and caught with his butler at that. 

Alfred cleared his throat and turned to address him, explaining who you were and that you’d dropped by to return something of his he’d lost. 

If it were anybody else you were sure the seamless way he maneuvered into explaining would have worked but Mr. Wayne didn’t look convinced…a similar twitch of a smile forming in amusement before he was back to being unreadable, apologizing for coming in unannounced. 

Your eyes flit about for anywhere else to look, glancing at your phone quickly to see the time. Damn it. You needed to leave, there was a show tonight and you were cutting it very close to time.

“I didn’t realize the hour, I really should get going but thank you for making time in your schedule to meet.” the words came out more rushed than you wanted them to but there wasn’t any time to really explain your haste in departing despite the obvious interruption. 

“Of course yes, I was more than happy to.” came Alfred’s even response, an understanding in his eyes that put any worries at ease that he’d taken your move to leave so quickly the wrong way. 

Gathering yourself, you made for the door, giving Mr. Wayne a polite nod of acknowledgment on your way out, still a little frazzled by his presence and a touch annoyed at his interruption. 

You wish there had been more time to talk to Alfred, to see where else the kiss could have gone, to stop tiptoeing around the words you really wanted to say and ask up front if you could see each other again, but the little note with your phone number written on it tucked into the inside breast pocket of his coat would have to suffice as an invitation to continue this, whatever this was, thankful you’d slipped it in there before coming. 

You weren’t quite ready for the encounters you had thus far to fade into memories just yet. 

Alfred walked you to the door, opening his mouth to say something before stopping short, watching the way you turned back to face him, gesturing to the pocket of his coat just inches away from you, hoping he’d catch on before you turned forward again, walking away. 

Giddy laughter broke free from your chest as soon as you were alone in the elevator, almost unable to believe what had just happened. That kiss still fresh on your mind, your lips still warm, buzzing at being against his. 

It was his move to make now.

-

Distracted was an understatement as the rest of the day continued on, a sense of anticipation filling you that was one part to do with being on stage tonight and another part to do with Alfred. 

Hopeful that he’d call, that he’d want to see you again, trying not to listen to the tiny twinge of doubt as the night ticked by. 

It was right after the show that your phone trilled suddenly at your vanity, you almost missed the ringtone from all the chatter of the crowded dressing room, but caught it on the fourth ring, rushing to slide into your robe before you slipped outside to the alley round back. 

“Hello?!” your voice full of baited excitement. 

“Good evening, love. It’s me, Alfred. I found your note and I hope you know that I have been thinking about that kiss the entire day.”

“Me too,” you giggled, unable to stop the rush you felt at being called “love” again, at the smoothness of his voice over the phone, right next to your ear, biting the nail of your thumb as you found your words. “But I think maybe our kiss was cut way too short.” 

“Oh I very much agree,” his own happy chuckle came after, “I didn’t get the chance earlier but if we hadn’t been interrupted I was going to ask if you’d like to go out with me this weekend, if you are free that is and comfortable with that.” 

You had to keep from blurting out your answer as he continued, “I want to take you out to dinner, to do this properly, you deserve that.” 

His last words made you burn to kiss him a million times more. The thoughtfulness had you melting.

“I would love that, thank you. I’m free Saturday evening.”

“Perfect I’ll pick you up then.”

“Goodnight, Alfred,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice and hoped he could do the same with yours. 

The frigid air did nothing to tamper your high spirits as he let you know he’d be in touch again with details about the date, reluctantly letting you go with a wistful, and comforting goodbye.

“Goodnight, love.”

It was soon, maybe too soon but you couldn’t help the feeling already settling deep in your bones that maybe he was right, that maybe this was meant to be after all.

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A/N: Ahh well here we are! I know this was a longer length fic to start off the series but really couldn’t resist writing out all of what I envisioned in my head so I hope that translated smoothly here! 

Please let me know what you think! I would love to hear your thoughts and predictions, anything and everything!

Thank you so much for reading and big big thanks to @eupheme​ @squidlywiddly87​ and @thaddeuscranes​ for being my sisters in ✨ Dilfred✨ arms lol and inspiring me and encouraging me to write this series!

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[suckishima]

man i love this sequence so much—and tbh their dynamic in general which i feel like we don't talk about enough

on paper they seem like such opposites—and they kind of are—with tanaka being a mood maker and morale stabilizer for the team, he's loud and boisterous and never holds back what he's feeling ("dial down my feelings?? what does that even mean??"), while tsukki barely speaks on the court, openly admits to disliking loud and excitable people, and seems to calculatedly hide his emotions away. you would think they wouldn't like each other and wouldn't work well together, but i think every interaction we see between them is a positive one

we see them kinda partner up to roast other teams or their own teammates, but also tanaka is one of the few senpai that tsukki seems comfortable openly making fun of directly. but then tanaka doesn't even ever seem mad by tsukki's taunts—occasionally he'll even pass judgement on how successful tsukki was with his comebacks. and tanaka will just throw a jab back easily, which tsukki doesn't really seem bothered by either—tanaka never gets under tsukki's skin the way kageyama does, for example

and then we get a great little sequence like this one that's deliberately pointing out their differences and then using them to emphasize something more, and it's just so effective??

what tanaka goes through in the first set of the inarizaki match of feeling like he's not doing enough and having it shoved in his face that he'll never be the best, is like a speedrun version of what tsukki has been going through since he was in middle school when he found out his brother was lying about being the ace. there are these little subtle callbacks too—with the dichotomy of being lame vs cool (yamaguchi calling tsukki lame for not trying and tsukki thinking yamaguchi is cool for saying so), and furudate even uses the same visual metaphor of a never-ending staircase

it took tsukki years to realize he might be looking at things in a destructive way, and then months more after that until he actually saw the merit of trying—and then even here we can see that he doesn't find any of this easy. and tanaka basically does all of that in thirty minutes or so.

and while tsukki seems perturbed by this, he isn't mad at all. you can feel the respect tsukki is veiling behind his words in the first panel of the page when he calls him "ridiculously mentally tough." it's "frightening" to him because it's something that doesn't come naturally to him personally, when it obviously does for tanaka

of course it's important to note that the situations are completely different in terms of the catalyst for those feelings, tanaka didn't have some world-shattering event he's been struggling with since he was a pre-teen (that we know of). he just had an off day. but what i like is that the emphasis here isn't really about the circumstances, it's about their attitudes, how they each react to feeling down about themselves

and i just love the way furudate put this page in here. we just had this awesome sequence of tanaka scoring a well earned set point by doing a move he's been practicing for months after he spent all match feeling inadequate—sounds a lot like tsukishima winning set 2 vs shiratorizawa with a stuff block that was preceded by months of extra practices from him, but the reader (rightfully) isn't thinking about tsukki at all. until furudate gives us this conversation and we're reminded (not specifically or directly of tsukki's moment but) that this feeling is something other players, other people go through too. like, furudate didn't have to put this page in here, the chapter and tanaka's moment would have been just as epic without it, but i feel like it just adds this extra little emotional grounding to it

it just, it feels so human. getting down, being hard on yourself, feeling or even knowing you'll never be the best, everyone can relate—it's a storyline we've seen in haikyuu before but furudate always manages to make it feel not only fresh but satisfying because of how they present it to us with a new lens every time. tanaka and tsukki are so opposing in their character and actions that it makes their moments feel different and new, so it's just as cathartic for the reader every time, even though the underlying message is the same

whether it's hard or not, it's always cooler to try

#..i wrote an essay again... i always think i have one (1) thought and it turns out a thought is worth 1k words #fun fact ive been collecting screenshots of tsukki and tanakas interactions this whole reread to eventually do *shrug* something with lol #tanaka #tsukki #hq #hq meta #what more do you need #2021 reread #x #long post #if only i could write my fic at these speeds lmao #ugh and this post touches on a ton of themes im trying to integrate into current fic too and its just been. not working lol

[moon-alight]

Can I request how would &team comfort theyre s/o panic attack?

Thank you for requesting, here you go!! :)

&Team reaction to their s/o having a panic attack

Warnings: panic attacks obv, fluff

Word Count: 625

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-K:

I feel like K has had many panic attacks during both i-land and &audition, so he would know what to do.

He would find you crying and trying to stabilize your breathing, he wouldn't even panic himself, he just sits down next to you and wrap his arms around you. Talks to you in a soft voice and calms you down easily. He is a professional at calming people lmao.

-Fuma

Why do I feel like older members are good at this? He would do the same as K but a bit less calm. Seeing you cry breaks his heart, especially when he realizes you've had a panic attack.

He would know every trick in the book, every word to say and every gesture to make to help you calm down. He has a way with comfort.

-Nicholas

He would ask a lot of questions, not sure if he is doing anything right. He would ask you if he can hug you, if he can get you anything to help.

If you can't get any words out, he wouldn't mind standing beside you and holding your hand, rubbing comfortingly with his thumb over your skin to try and calm you down a little. (He would be a bit awkward)

-EJ

Not physical and also not vocal. He strikes me as a guy that doesn't want to make it worse and he knows too much noise or contact could.

EJ would just sit next to you, waiting patiently for you to give him a sign that you do want him to hold you or talk. He's very patient so he would have no problem just sitting near you to let you know you're not alone.

-Yuma

ALL OVER THE DAMN PLACE! He would see you panic and start panicking too. He really tries to stay calm but when you try to breathe and it doesn't go easy, he would freak out.

I think he would go ask Fuma for advice tbh. Yuma would fall in the process making you laugh a little and when he realizes you're calming down he would crack joke after joke to distract you from whatever made you panic in the first place.

-Jo

Oh, he hates to see you like this. He gets really sad by seeing you struggle. Would be by your side in seconds with some water.

Jo would just like EJ just sit next to you, not really sure if you want to be held or not. If you do, he's on you immediately, holding you and rubbing your back comfortingly.

-Harua

He gets it. I don't know why or how but he does. Harua knows you like the back of his hand so when you get a panic attack he's right there with you.

I feel like he would be very good at it, despite his age, and settles for holding your hand while sitting in front of you. Harua would tell a story, distracting your thoughts a little.

-Ta-Ki

Panicking! While he looks calm and collected, believe me, he's not. Has no clue, at all. He is so stressed.

Of course he wants to help you calm down. Of course he would do anything for you but he's just incapable. He would reach out to K for help, just to have options on what to do.

-Ma-Ki

Actually really well collected. Has his mind focused on one thing at a time. When he sees you panicking, he would do breathing exercises with you.

Maki is someone with a lot of chill, he would know what to do and how to do it. After you've calmed down, he would get you some water and snacks just to keep you hydrated after all the tears you've spilled.

#&team #&team reactions #&team fluff #&team scenarios #&team drabbles #&team k #&team ej #&team nicholas #&team taki #&team fuma #&team yuma #&team harua #&team jo #&team maki

[theoutgriber]

Abbott Elementary 2.14 "Valentine's Day" Thoughts (semi-inspired by @cdyssey's post)

Janine: "It's like, I don't remember what happened on the last season of Stranger Things--that was ten years ago." Burn.

It's interesting to me that Janine's projecting all this neediness from her sister ("I'm not your therapist"). Makes me think about how sometimes, when people have had their boundaries chronically ignored in one area of life, they may misattribute the source of their exhaustion to something or someone else.

That crossing guard is so beautiful, tbh.

Love Barbara and Melissa's different face reactions to Jacob's overshare about his relaysh.

I don't know how Melissa could afford Barclay Prime, but I want some steak and pearls. :P

Ava putting her picture with Iggy down (and then back up when Tristan says "I'm here to complain")

Tbh, I've heard people make that "underpaying a white teacher to teach Black history is almost reparation" argument unironically in real life.

So glad they snuck in some history discussion about MLK and Malcolm X (and it makes me think Jacob has grown as a teacher).

I like how Barbara is the one making the V-Day dinner reservations (breaking stereotypes and sharing emotional labor in the relationship).

"When I called him on it and said 'Do you have feelings for Janine?' he like, didn't answer!" - Shipper mood

"Like an anti-racist Icarus" #CRT

Barb: "Although I think workplace romances are a terrible idea..." This would be a great launch point for a "Do as I say, not as I do (or do as I do anyway because I ship it)" fic.

"Sweetheart, it is possible to like two people at the same time." This is true and important. It doesn't necessarily mean Barb thinks one should pursue romantic relationships with multiple people, but this is a fact that I actually think younger generations understand less well than older generations. And I appreciate the Abbott writers' exploding the dichotomy!

I just enjoy the comedic set-up of Ava sitting down at Zach and Jacob's Valentine's Day lunch table.

I would think that Lego bouquet is so cool. I agree with Janine.

I thought that the surprise was going to be Zach proposing to Jacob, but Ava's announcement works too. :,)

Ava is an autodidact!

Maurice noticing and complimenting the gel-x <3

I'm not sure Gregory knows what a Telfar bag is either, tbh.

Janine says "I love it" about the bag in the same way she said "I love it" about a broken printer. Oof.

Shoutout to Spirit Airlines XD

"You're welcome to join us." Other people have this covered, but WHAT?

Barb at least had a sense that Gary was going to do something for Valentine's.

I wonder whether Melissa's learning disability affected her initial reading of "I (heart) U" and made her think "IOU." Kind of interesting that she didn't assume that it was about Gary's love through context, however.

Barb says "I love you" with such tenderness. Also, what is with her microexpressions?? I think she might be saying "Girl, come on" when Melissa's slow on the uptake, but I'm also seeing something complex and perhaps...melancholy there.

New relationship energy amplifies everything. Melissa has stability and comfort with Barbara, at least in a platonic sense, that she doesn't have with Gary yet.

That was a fun and 'inspiring' episode.

#abbott elementary #valentine's day #barbara x melissa #barbara howard #melissa schemmenti #janine teagues #gregory eddie #jacob hill #barbara x gerald #melissa x gary

[silleve]

PRINCESS HOUSEWIFE | JEAN KIRSCHTEIN

synopsis: jean comes home injured and his pretty little y/n helps him out, only making jean want something else from her

cw: mention of abuse (not to character), injury, fluff, smut, oral (f and m receiving), vaginal penetration, dirty talk, and after care.

this one took a lot of work tbh, hope you enjoy!

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Being a little housewife wasn't all that bad. When you were little, you would pride yourself on wanting to be the best scout there was, but things took a turn. In your teenage years, you had lots of experience with titans, you weren’t afraid of them, and you knew how to fight them, that was until they seemed to have seemed to learn a new skill of being able to set a city to a blaze.

And there you were, your little kid dreams vanishing and you decided you weren't all that strong after all, you couldn’t stand to watch your comrades die anymore. 

And so you quit. 

It seemed silly, giving up on your childhood dreams, but you supposed your mental stability was much more important than anything else. 

Now here you were, tending to the house. You were fortunate for the situation you were in. Many of your friends were mistreated as housewives, their husbands ordering them around and beating them when they weren't meeting their standards. 

You were one of the lucky ones, you managed to find a husband that cared for you, didn't order you around and had nothing but love for you.

You met Jean when you were training to be in the scouts, there was some sort of magic between the two of you that was nearly unexplainable. You two could practically read each other’s minds. You knew when each other was in danger, when each other was going through something difficult, and you both seemed to know exactly what you guys wanted. 

It was a blessing, knowing that there was someone always around for you, it was all you really needed in life, you didn’t even want to work with the scouts anymore, not even in the slightest bit.

The whole, reading each other's mind thing seemed to come in hand, because as you were preparing dinner you had a shaking feeling something was wrong, and you were right.

As you were cutting up celery to make a stew, the door to your house opened, Jean coming in and looked nothing but exhausted. He had a cut above his eyebrow, a swollen eye, and some bruising on his jaw. 

When he looked at you your face softened, letting out a sigh. “Jean, baby what are they doing to you?”

He smiled at you as you came over to hug him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Don’t worry about me baby, just a long day at work”

“I see that, let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” you softly spoke. He nodded as you grabbed his hand and lead him to the dimly lit bathroom. 

You opened the cupboard and grabbed some basic medical aid things, letting jean rest against the sink. “So, tell me all about it”

Jean shrugged, not exactly seeming to know what he wanted to say. “I don't know, lets just say being thrown into a tree isn’t all that painless” 

You didn’t understand how Jean could always be playing around and joking in these situations, but regardless, it made you feel nothing but thankful for him. You handed him an instant icepack for him to press on his swollen eye and you worked on cleaning the cut above his eyebrow. 

The silence in the room was beyond comfortable, and you could even hear the cracking of the fireplace in the living room. Jean took the icepack away from his eye as you were finishing up, and all you could feel were his eyes lingering on you. 

You looked up at him, noticing the tiny little grin on the corner of his lips. “What are you looking at me like that for?” You asked.

Jean shook his head and looked down, “you’re just too damn pretty, you know that?”

You blushed and tried to hide the embarrassment by rolling your eyes. Jean chuckled at you before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him, pressing kisses into your cheeks. 

“Jean!” You laughed, “What are you doing?”

“I love you so damn much, y/n” He smiled, “You know that right?” 

You paused and looked into his soft eyes, lightly nodding. “Good” Jean muttered before sliding off the counter to press you into it instead, placing kisses all over your neck.

You couldn’t help but start giggling again, his silly antics taking over. “Jean!”

“Oh be quiet, puppy” He muttered, lifting you as you wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you to your bedroom where he laid you down on your bed, sliding his hands up your skirt, kissing you softly. 

You sat back up to take off your skirt and your dress, leaving your panties and bra on for Jean to take care of himself. He laughed at this, knowing exactly what you’re up to. “You’re a goofball, you know?” 

“Yeah but you like it” You smiled

“Yeah, you’re right” 

Jean moved to tug off your panties, going to undo your bra after. He paused and looked at your naked body, smiling to himself once again. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous” 

You giggled as you got up on your knees to reach him, pulling him in for a soft kiss. His lips followed you as his hands held onto your sides, keeping you from toppling over. He pulled one of his hands up to brush a piece of hair out of your face, keeping his hand rested against your cheek.

The way Jean kissed you was like no other, he cared about you much more than anyone else you’ve ever kissed before. He was so gentle and thoughtful, putting you before himself.

The two of you moved away from the kiss and Jean laid you back down onto your back, kneeling at the end of the bed, and pulling your legs so your cunt was closer to his face.

He looked up at you for a quick question of consent, you gave him a nod and a smile just before he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, teasing you. You whined and wiggled your hips, begging him to continue. 

Jean let out a tiny chuckle before finally kissing your pussy, beginning to lick up and down through your folds. Your mouth fell wide open and your back arched off the bed, a shiver running down your spine from the much so needed sensation.

His lips wrapped around your clit while one of his fingers made its way inside your cunt, slowly gliding in and out. The mixture of your slick and Jeans saliva made it easy enough for Jean to slip a second finger into your cunt, stretching you out. 

You gasped as he curled his fingers right against your sensitive spot, making your hands squeeze the sheets of the bed. You let out a shaky moan as you felt your thighs start to shake. Jean picked up on this and pressed harder into your sensitive spot, trying to create as much stimuli as possible, “come on pretty girl, you got this”

You fell into pure bliss as your orgasm finally took over you, letting out a string of moans. Trying to catch your breath, Jean leaned up to your face to kiss you before standing up.

He pulled off his shirt which still had rips and dirt marks on it from today's earlier events. You sat up as he dropped the shirt to the ground before biting your lip and pulling your fingers up to his belt. 

Jean laughed as you carefully tried to undo the belt, “No need to be so gentle sweetheart, I’m not gonna break” 

You rolled your eyes as you dropped the belt on the ground before tugging his pants and underwear down. Jean stepped out of his bottoms and kicked them to the side, watching as you dropped to your knees on the ground in front of him. 

Jeans' eyes slowly followed your movements as your held his hardened cock in your hands. It was awfully intimidating as the weight of it was starting to drip pre cum onto the floor. You slowly kitten licked the very tip of it before spitting on top of it, using your hand to slide your spit up and down his shaft. 

Jean let out a breath moan as you finally fully wrapped your lips around his dick, hollowing your cheeks, and beginning to bob your head up and down. You used your tongue to try to create more sensation and you looked up at jean to see his head had fallen back in pleasure.

You continued to bob your head up and down while Jean's hands made it to the back of your head. You paused your movement as he slowly pushed your head further down his cock, reaching the back of your throat. 

You tried not to gag but you couldn't stop yourself before you choked a little. Jean let go of your head to let you pull yourself off, going to catch your breath. Your cheeks and your chin was covered in your saliva and Jean reached down to try to wipe your face clean a little bit. 

Finding your mouth wrapped back around Jean's cock again, you could feel the twitches it was making. You tried to return the favor by hollowing your cheeks as much as possible while attempting to fit his cock back down your poor little throat. 

“Fuck, y/n. Don’t hurt yourself” Jean moaned. You ignored him as you continued your motion. It was clearly effective as Jean let out a whimpering moan while finally finishing in your mouth. 

He pulled you off of him as you swallowed his cum, sticking your tongue out to show him your empty mouth. Jean shook his head and laughed, muttering “You’re too damn sweet to me princess”

“Just for you” You whispered, standing up to pull him in for a kiss.

The two of you found yourselves in the same position of you laying on your back. Jean was leaned over you, kissing your neck as your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“Fuck” Jean groaned, “gotta fuck you now”

“Please” You wined back, releasing him from the hold of your legs.

He lined up his dick to your cunt before slowly sliding it in. The both of you let out a simultaneous moan, your cunt fluttering around his cock. 

“Fuck you’re so god damn good to me, y/n, wanna make you feel good” Jean whispered, leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear.

You let out a guttural moan as his dick hit you in all of the right places. You couldn’t help but wine for more, wanting to cum so badly. “Please Jean! Feel so full!” 

“That’s right, baby, fillin’ you up just right” Jean grunted. His thrusts became more aggressive and you wanted to worry because he had hurt himself today, but the way your pussy was taking him so well distracted you.

“Jean! Please! I wanna cum so badly!” You begged

Jean huffed before letting out a soft grunt, “I know baby, ‘m gonna make you cum”

He watched as he could see the little belly bulge on your tummy from his relentless pounding into you. He used the palm of his hand and pressed on the spot to add more pressure, causing the both of you to let out another moan. 

“Fuck Jean! I’m so close!” You moaned. Jean was clearly close to his release as well as you could feel his thrusts becoming weaker and sloppier. 

“Me too, baby, me too. You wanna cum with me, princess?” 

You nodded as your eyebrows furrowed, getting closer and closer to your release. “Come on, sweetheart, come on! Cum on my fucking cock!”

Your body responded immediately as you released onto him with ease. 

“There we go, just like that” Jean smiled as he eased you down after releasing into your right after. “Perfect baby, such a good girl for me” Jean held your hips as he slowly slid out of you, his cum dripping onto the bed. 

“Holy fuck!” You laughed breathlessly.

Jean pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling you up and leading you to the bathroom. “Here, baby. Why do you use the bathroom and I’ll start you a bath to get you all cleaned up”

You nodded while following through with your business, climbing in the bathtub, and watching Jean pull the sheet off the cum stained bed and replacing them with new ones. 

It wasn't too long before he threw them in the wash and climbed into the tum behind you, letting you rest your head on his chest. 

“I’m so lucky you have you in my life, y/n” He hummed

“I’m luckier”

#jean smut #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein smut #aot smut #jean kirstein #jean kirstein smut

[babyjakes]

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | afraid of the dark

pairing | boyfriend!curtis everett x reader

warnings | curtis and reader are dating but idk if they'd call each other boyfriend/girlfriend?, no real context as to how curtis and reader got off the train/found a place to live, reader is younger than curtis (she can't remember life before the train), SOFT!SOFT!SOFT!curtis i love him i adore him he is everything to me :'-))), me not really remembering snowpiercer that well lmao :^)

word count | 705

an | wow! i was struggling to find where to fit curtis into the list of prompts but tbh i think this worked out really well! i kind of love this little piece, it felt like i got to be artistic with it and i love that, i love writing stuff that blurs the lines between traditional storytelling and loose poetry <333 hope you guys enjoy!

As hard as you tried, you could never get used to it.

After living what felt like your whole life trapped in a noisy train car, adorned with dim but durable box lights chained to the ceiling that ran twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, one might think that finally having the peace of silence and darkness would be a luxury. But as you lay in your shared queen-sized bed, blinking up at the pitch-black ceiling, nothing within you felt at ease.

Tossing and turning amongst the tangled sheets, you tried over and over to close your eyes, tried your very best to turn off your racing mind and embrace the void before you, but as the minutes dragged on you could only feel yourself growing more and more restless. Tears prickled at your eyes as you turned again, this time to face back towards the other warm body settled in under the covers beside you. When his voice broke the silence to murmur your name, your heart nearly leapt right out of your chest. "Y/n."

Breath catching in your throat, you froze for a moment, cool droplets making their way sideways down your cheek. "C-Curtis, I-"

"Baby. Come here." His voice was low, steady. And as all your anxious thoughts swirled violently inside of you, you couldn't help but be drawn to that sense of stability, that rock.

Shuffling over, you let out a small sigh of relief as your body melted into his. He turned you gently to have your back pressed up against his front, wrapping his strong arms around you as you settled into his embrace. You could smell the faint remains of the expired drugstore soap the two of you had found on him, the almost familiar scent surprisingly comforting in a world that all felt so desolate and foreign. It almost smelled like something your father would have used, almost smelled like something from home.

"Pretty girl," Curtis breathed into your hair as he ran gentle fingers over your side, "what's on your mind?"

Tucking a little further into him, you admitted aloud what felt so peculiar, so counterintuitive. "The quiet, th-the dark, Curtis. I can't stand it. It feels..."

"Like you're lost. Completely lost, alone," he finished your sentence for you.

Letting out another breath, something deep inside of you was put to rest. He understood; he could put it into words better than yourself. "Lost, alone," you confirmed. "I hate it."

"Mhmm," he hummed knowingly, hand trailing up to brush back your hair from your face. "But I'm right here, sweetheart," he reminded you, tightening his hold around you so that as much as he could, he was encompassing you. Surrounding you, keeping you safe in every way you might need it. "We'll figure out something for light. Tomorrow, that's the first thing we'll do," he promised, the slow motion of his hand over your hair gradually easing all tightness in your muscles.

"But the quiet..."

"Let me sing to you," he offered, and for some reason, the suggestion only brought tears back into the corners of your eyes. "I'm no good, but at least it'll be something. And someday, I'm gonna find a way to give you real music. Like those discs and records you always heard about back on the train." Nodding, you knew what he was talking about: some of the tailenders you had known were old enough to remember life before the end of the world, where apparently entire orchestras and symphonies could all be listened to from tiny machines that ran on electricity. The only music you could remember yourself was singing, and the rare occasion that the higher-ups would audition folks on instruments to go play for the more fortunate cars.

"A music box," Curtis's voice broke your train of thought as you both grew closer and closer to a warm, deep slumber. "I'll make one for you- I'll figure out how. Any song you want, y/n. Any song you can remember. You'll never have to sleep in silence again." And as you finally drifted off to sleep, you found comfort in one fact that you could be certain of: Curtis was a man of his word.

#eun's writing #whumptember 2022 #curtis everett #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x y/n #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett angst #hurt/comfort #curtis everett blurb #curtis everett drabble #curtis everett headcanon #curtis everett imagine #curtis everett one shot #snowpiercer #snowpiercer fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

[gangplanksorenji]

I give you Gaeul

and her pits

After the Hanni Minji fic, perhaps Gaeul could be the upcoming idol in the collab list 🧐

Be honest with me Raf, have you thought about SFW or NSFW scenarios more for Gaeul? 😈

OMG, Frisky and Gaeul on my asks, omgomgomg I had been blessed.

And, also, maybe 👀. You'll never know—even I won't even know. I really consider writing her tbh, it'll be fun, I guess.

Also, of course I had thought of both SFW and NSFW scenarios with her, so, here it is:

SFW

Literally, I wanna give her forehead kisses and tell her how much she means to me.

Comfort her when she feels sad by giving the warmest hugs and dorky jokes (lmao).

Take her into the best ice cream shops and cafés in town and go on a date with her.

Maybe play some online games with her and teach her how to play those games.

Maybe stay in the balcony as the fresh breeze of air rustles on our skin, making us comfortable. Then, we share each other's thoughts, secrets and some confessions that can makes us laugh, mad, sad and more.

Watch some horror movies together as she snuggles her head onto my chest when the scene is just too scary for her to handle.

Sleeping together, with both heads resting onto each other, giving in to the drowsiness we've been feeling.

NSFW

(oh, this may go wild lmao)

Engage into an intimate kiss while she whimpers when I gently bite her lip.

Her blowing me is something special. I just wanna feel how good those lips are on dick-sucking, how good her throat feels and her enthusiasm on sucking me off, it just arouses me further.

Face-fucking her. I don't know but there's something with that face that I wanna fuck it hard—pound her mouth—and I want her to gag onto my length and make her eyes shed tears.

Tease her and maybe finger-fuck her as I hear her needy moans and whimpers while she leaks like a faucet.

I want her to ride me with such an hypnotic rhythm while she looks at me in my eyes with her hands pressing onto my chest for stability.

Maybe fuck her from behind because I want to see her perfectly-sculpted backside while I pound her.

Well, that's all! The contrasts are sooooooo evident I'm not used to it xD. Thanks for the fun ask as always! <3

-🍊

#ask

[aspd-culture]

Why do we develop Exceptions? Like, what is it about certain people that leads us to actually form an attachment to them, even though it feels chaotic and awful? And do prosocials also just feel like all their relationships are in some way unstable or is that a trait from the attachment issues?

Hmmmm, good questions here. This response is almost definitely gonna be a bit of thinking out loud.

So for the first part, why we develop Exceptions - on first glance I think the obvious answer would be that our society expects us to interact with people and sooner or later you will get into sticky situations if you have no one close to you because that is a major red flag to a lot of people - it can cause extra scrutiny pwASPD just don’t want the hassle of - I know that’s why I made my first friend. But that really isn’t quite it, because I could have (and had every intent to) appear to be their friend and be kind to them but keep them even further than arm’s length, just really interacting enough to sell the idea that I had friends so the school would get off my ass. However, that isn’t what happened, and I am still extremely close with this person today. I trust them like no one else besides my own alters.

So then, is it remnants of the biological instinct to pack bond for survival? Maybe. We certainly usually have at least some developed before the trauma that causes ASPD - social instincts literally start developing at (if not before) birth - so that could be it for many people, but there *are* pwASPD who literally had trauma from the first second, myself included. For us, then, what is it?

It could have something to do with the way ASPD develops. It is pain that causes ASPD - trauma to be specific - and many humans feel an innate need to share/voice that pain…. But that would still be social instincts.

Honestly? My hypothesis would be that while it is a mix of everything above, that the main reason is that at the end of the day, a pwASPD boils down to a child who underwent horrific circumstances (or who inherited the damage from a parent’s horrific circumstances in the case of genetically passed ASPD) and I think it is the nature of a scared, hurt child to cling to someone for help. I know that my Exceptions make me feel vulnerable and childlike, almost as if it is that infant instinct of “I am not able to protect myself - I have needs someone else has to fill *please help me*” that is causing my pull to be around them (even when I’m not particularly upset about anything).

Maybe I’m just sappy about my Exceptions and there’s some neurology to it, but until the prosocials get their act together and start doing unbiased research on ASPD, I’m gonna hang onto the idea that having Exceptions is me somehow helping the child I was who looked horrors in the face and lived to tell the tale. I’m proud of that kid, and I’m gonna take the win until proven otherwise.

Hehe *awkward cough* anyway moving past that.

Prosocials tend to believe, as far as I can tell, that their relationships are completely stable until/unless given a reason to believe otherwise. To constantly believe your relationship is unstable is labeled as one of four things - being “insecure”, having anxiety, having trust issues, or having relationship OCD. They consider all of these things as something “wrong” and therefore signs someone needs therapy. That said, although they *say* that, I’ve yet to meet any prosocials who feel entirely secure and comfortable in the stability of their relationships, so I’m pretty sure there’s some denial involved there. They also get pretty defensive about our view on the instability of relationships and, in my experience, will literally insult us and attack us if we say something that makes them question themselves on it, so tbh definitely some denial there, actually.

#aspd-culture-is #aspd culture is #aspd culture #actually aspd #aspd #aspd awareness #actually antisocial #antisocial personality disorder #aspd traits #anons welcome

[incorrectzbone]

Don't worry, stalk me as much as you want (that's what I usually do anyways) 😗 I'm so far from being hot or sexy (I'm the complete opposite) so I don't know how much of that is actually accurate. I've had latin on my last year of high school (I can't remember if greek was an option for the next two grades but I do know that they went to Italy in the previous years, I'm guessing they didn't keep it though. I couldn't have gone anyways 🥲), I was 15-16 at the time, now I'm 21, It's been a while and I don't really remember a thing (I usually say the same thing about french but I still know a few things, so I guess latin was harder). But guess what! Italian has been on my "languages I'd want to learn" for YEARS. I don't know Bonnie, this looks like some destiny shit over here 👀

I'm kinda wanting to write something with Ricky Vincenzo now. That will most likely never happen because I suck at writing 🥰 AND YES OMG RICKY AMBASSADOR! *insert fashion brands that I don't really know because I actually am "young and poor, short and ugly, moon boss baby Luna"* He would always look so good, he was born for this 🤩

(Now that I've said Luna, how do you say moon in italian?? 👀)

Ummmm hello? You're pisces as well?? That's it, I'm asking Ricky for the rings. What flowers do you want? He'll do everything you want for the wedding. btw are you sure about the dms?? not only asking because i'm really bad at making up conversations and keeping them, but also because you said that thing about this being your side blog and i assumed you didn't really wanna make your main known if that makes sense??

P.s. I'm talking about Vincenzo as if I had already watched all the episodes, but I think I left it half way through?? I have to go back and go insane over Vincenzo himself again 😳

😭 I had to take latin classes at that age as well and am now 22 so I totally get you: I simply can’t remember anything. It’s hard. Way too hard 😭 OMG LET’S TEACH EACH OTHER SPANISH AND ITALIAN (I say, as if I have the time to actually learn something outside of college stuff 😍 </3).

I still haven’t read anything from you, but I will, so please write Ricky with the Vincenzo concept for my mental stability 💖🖇️💖🖇️💖🖇️ OMG YES LET THE MAN SHOW HIS FASHION KNOWLEDGE!!!

(it’s actually “LUNA” in italian !! i guess italian and spanish are similar omg)

I LIKE EVERY KIND OF FLOWER 🌺 SO YEAH SINCE HE’S RICH LET HIM GET AS MANY FLOWERS AS IT’S POSSIBLE 😉🤍

I have to rewatch Vincenzo as well, it’s been too long and I can’t really remember it that well (also, the actors >>>>)

i’m totally fine with the dms !! my main is a new account i’ve made (actually, it’s a main with a different email from another main that i use on my pc and that has nothing to do with zb1 😭 i lost my old kpop one cause i rarely used tumblr for it !!) and i don’t really care about it being known tbh, i just wanted to keep it separate from this account lol (i also am not a great conversation keeper — taylor swift gets me — so please don’t worry about it! i know how it feels 💖💌) i actually followed you with my main but was too shy to tell you it was me 😭 that being said, if you’re comfortable here is my new main: @taeraeszone , but please feel free to also not text me if you don’t feel like it! i’m okay with communicating like this as well <3 whatever you want, i’m here for it !!

#💌 incorrectbox

[wouriqueen]

Single's Inferno 2 was entertaining. It still had some of S1's obvious flaws, but I'm note sure I understand some of the commentary I've seen here and on other platforms?

Like, why is Seulgi getting hate? That girl has been nothing but appropriate and as honest as possible this whole show. Her behavior being different depending on how attracted by a guy she is, or how comfortable she is with him, is 100% normal and human. She hasn't pretended to like Jongwoo as much as he likes her either - giving a chance to someone who's interested and whom you think you might like back after getting to know them is a real thing people do in real life lol. Jongwoo himself knew that. Tbh I did think she'd choose Jinyoung, as she obviously was very attracted to him, but I think he scared her off with his "stability" talk. She's still a student, she's younger, I don't think she wanted something complicated. In any case, it's actually impossible to truly fall for someone in such a short time, so it's okay for people to evaluate their options - especially that it's literally the show's point.

Also not getting why Jinyoung is being accused of disparaging Soe's looks, he simply noted Sejun's ideal type was the "charismatic" type (or sophisticated, or whatever other word they use) as opposed to Soe being the "sweet" type. I totally get being uncomfy with how Korean people so easily label people in general and categorize women by "type" in particular (sexy-cute, cute, sexy, charismatic, party girl...) but he didn't make that up.

And why are people resenting the men for going for the girls who fit more the Korean beauty and dating standard on a show where they only have 9 days to make a choice and much fewer days to even decide who they're going to pursue, and where the importance of initial physical attraction is that much bigger given there's a lot of personal stories and subjects they can't discuss for fear of disclosing age and profession ? The person you go for in that context would not be the same as the one you'd go for after really getting to know everyone and getting to witness their charms. The show exploits the first urge, not actual connections, despite it's claims. It's also different when you have several "options" which you'll then inevitably compare, as opposed to a chance encounter in real life with one (1) person. The fact that the Korean beauty and dating ideal is much stricter than in other countries can be felt, obviously, but all the factors above heavily influence those decisions as well.

Now don't get me wrong : I 100% agree that the man gravitating around the same girls makes the show extremely predictable. That is it's main flaw. But if anything, it's the casting team choices that should be criticized - they knew what they were doing when they cast Soeun and Seulgi, just like Jia and Jiyeon in season 1. The show might be more interesting if they didn't cast those kind of girls (not derogatory at all, to be clear) .... but there also would be less competition (which they want to keep the drama high) and maybe a higher number of people not remotely interested in anybody (though some of the connections on the show are already clearly exaggerated).

Anyway I liked this season more than the first one. None of the guys were annoying or too pushy, I really really liked every single one of the girls, and everyone expressed themselves pretty maturely (Yoong Jae took his time but he got there lol). Thrilled Soe had some positive development, she deserves it (shocked at how mature she was for her age). Bummed that Sejeong couldn't go to paradise at least once, but more pissed at the producing team for casting her while knowing she'd probably be in that position (like Yewon last season).

#single's inferno 2 #my thoughts #sorry to my mutuals for the dating show rant krkrkr

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

actually @malcolm-f-tucker this is all your fault >:/

(warning for gun mention, brief mention of death. also someone gets drugged but it's not really taken that seriously tbh)

Theresa stares in disbelief as the Glock she's been staring down clatters to the floor, a cacophony in the empty warehouse.

The operative is standing before her, disarmed; though Theresa is confused, as nobody on OJS' side has done anything as far as she can tell. Before her, the figure brings a shaking hand up, pulls off the tactical balaclava to reveal a round, open face with long hair pulled back and away from it. Tears spill down the young woman's cheeks, and Theresa briefly lowers her Sig Sauer toward the ground, to her feet, to get a better look.

But the operative isn't looking at Theresa; her eyes, blown wide with shock, are fixed on a point beyond, to Theresa's left.

"You," she says, and the way it comes from her chest is almost inhuman, like a great hand has shoved its way down her throat to mercilessly drag it out. She's definitely crying now, her breath coming in ragged, hoarse gasps as she continues to stare, as her hands ball into fists by her sides, the balaclava crumpling up. "How?"

Theresa doesn't want to risk taking her eyes off the operative; she instead tries to recall their plan, their formation. Douglas is covering from above; Carolyn is off to her right; Arthur must be covering from outside, and Martin is covering with him, so that must mean—

Herc on her left.

Movement. Herc is cautiously stepping forward, keeping his weapon of choice pointed down. "Hey," he says, softly.

"You died. You're dead. Dad had to pull me off of you." She's growing less intelligible by the second; choking on her own tears. "I didn't change my clothes for days. Your blood was all over me, I—you died. You taught me everything I know, and then you threw yourself in front of me and then you were dead. I held you, I watched you—"

"I made my choice," Herc replies, gently. "And you made yours."

"I didn't choose for you to sacrifice yourself for me," the operative spits back. "I didn't choose to be left alone; did you know Dad left because of what happened to you?"

"I do."

"Then why did you do it?"

Theresa has the distinct feeling she really isn't supposed to be listening to this. She steps back, lets Herc take over the situation, points her gun away, and carefully disables it.

"Oh, Linda," Herc says, and his voice is tender. Her name is Linda. The thought punches a hole through Theresa's stomach; she turns away, bites her lip hard. "There are some things you won't understand until it happens to you. Come here."

The operative—Linda—teeters on unsteady feet; then, decisive, she runs forward and hurls herself at Herc, crying into his tactical gear.

"I can't believe you're alive, Herc," she sobs, but it's muffled by his clothes. He chuckles, hushes her softly, one hand pushing down the collar of her shirt to expose her neck before curling around the back of her head, stabilizing it—the other hand goes to one of his pockets, and Theresa knows what will happen before it does, sees the little flash of metal in the dim room—

Linda wrenches herself free of Herc as the syringe drops to the floor and rolls away; Theresa bends and picks it up, sliding it into the sharps box she's been entrusted to carry. "What did you—" Linda chokes, trying to struggle back toward her weapon, but her movements are quickly growing sluggish, and Herc bundles her back into his arms as she slumps against him. "That's not nice," Linda slurs, eyes already drooping, as Herc gently kneels on the ground, cradling her to his chest and shushing her, gently rearranging her legs into a more comfortable position. "You can't just drug me to end a conserv...a conner...a..."

The operative is silent, lying limply in Herc's arms on the warehouse floor; Herc pauses, looking upon her still face with an inscrutable expression, before bending, pressing his lips to her forehead, and lifting her back up as if she were a small child being carried to bed.

"Get the gun," he tells Theresa, and she doesn't have much choice but to obey. "Let's go," Herc commands the rest of the room. "Got what I came here for."

#em writes #cabin pressure #heist au #to be clear here theresa is being used as bait in this scene kdfjajsj #ant you are ENTIRELY to blame for this

[hotdogdynamitezzz]

Happy Valentines Day!!! I wanted to participate in your game.🥺

First of all, thank you so much for creating this game because I have been wondering how my love life is gonna turn out next year. My birthday is in June so I haven’t had my birthday yet for 2023 but I’m just gonna send 2023/2024 solar return chart if it’s alright because my love life from now on to coming June is kinda predictable at this point but I’m soo curious about what’s going to happen starting from coming June!! So, I’m choosing option 1!❤️

So, this is my solar return chart.🥶

Thank you so much again and have a great day!🌱✨

Omg yes of course I can't wait to interpret this. Have a great day too!! Happy Late Valentine's 💕💕💖✨️

Your 7th house falls into Taurus and conjuncts Uranus. I also see Moon conjuncts Uranus and Mercury in Gemini is present.

Your love life could be a little turbulent? With Moon conjunct Uranus you may prioritize independence as it's your comfort zone. There's a close connection that could randomly go on and off or be shaken up a little as moon has to do with familiarity. So that could be any close connection tbh.

The ruler Venus is in the 9th House Cancer at 8° (Scorpio degree). Gaining some independence within close connections seems to be the key theme here. You may desire more life experiences like traveling or learning new subjects. I think you will honestly develop a lot of comfort in your growing experiences, you may desire some emotional stability and comfort in your relationships this year. You also might end up traveling with family or a partner.

Now your Venus conjuncts Mars, squares Jupiter, and opposites Pluto. That's quite some headstrong energy. You could clash with your relationships more this year or struggle with impulsive spending. I think your self-confidence may take a hit this year but you will go through some challenging love life experiences that make you grow as a person. I definitely see MAJOR attraction tho and most likely a very masculine or assertive yet caring partner you're looking for.

Your 5th house starts in Pisces and contains Neptune in Pisces and Chiron in Aries. You could get led on with crushes this year or feel rejected? Maybe a bit deceived as if you saw a connection to be more while someone else saw it as a game or vice versa. I see you using your pain as a way to express yourself through visual art though. Most likely painting or creating visual collages! There's a need for healthy boundaries this year with crushes and casual relationships though.

I think your growing experiences will help you a lot this year, I hope you get to travel!🥰💕

#asks #ask game #astro asks #ask blog

[itsjustsun]

When the hermit finally speaks.

You know I do this often disappearing into the night & hiding. I’m always gonna be like this. The truth is the world scares me. Not really my world, but the reality of the world is really scary. A lot of us aren’t really ourselves at all so I retreat. It’s my way of protecting myself and being intimate. The absolute right to privacy. A big part of me find myself chasing these ideals that’s not even remotely destined to happy for me. So many possibilities and so many dreams. I guess the reality of my life the things I thought I wanted I don’t want. What I want the most is peace & the ability to have a strong peace of mind. Mentally I’m fucked. Just like the rest of us. And I finally don’t have this fear of just not existing not being this thing or portraying this fantasy. I want reality. Simplicity. Security. Stability. And love. I’m not craving nothing else if those things come from self it comes from self. If it comes from my work situation it comes from there. I know I have hella possibilities and hella opportunities to explore certain things, but I guess my question is why now? Why the fuck now? I don’t wanna rack my brain on what on when on how. Feel like resting on just calling in gratitude what’s here and in reality all I’m gonna do is grow some shit and be alone. I guess the truth is it’s hard to feel beautiful in a world so cold. It’s hard to simply understand and I get it. I’m beginning to, but that lack of awareness has created a lot of pain at one point. I guess my luxuries in life is different. I don’t really see myself living too luxurious as far as material just comfortable and happy. It’s actually very tearful life is beautiful very beautiful and all phases of life to me and I’m no longer choosing to identify with the struggle. Life is beautiful.

Honestly just trying to find the time to pick up a new book I’ve been wanting to read or just take all day to cook one meal as I sip wine or whatever, but work is calling. The time I’ve had for recovery has been beautiful incredibly beautiful and I’m eternally grateful for it. I’m grateful for the love. I’m grateful for just all of the opportunities I am sincerely blessed and i acknowledge it. I’m not living this woah is me. I have a lot and that in itself is a blessing.

You know your boy has been slacking. Drinking. Enjoying myself but now it’s time to buckle back down on this health routine. I have some body goals and life goals tbh I’m manifesting. Step 1: is complete and wherever I go next I would love to settle even if it’s not completely at least for a while. Get to know what living slow feels like. You know becoming my own boss the grind is slow very slow, but it’s welcoming and I actually enjoy it. Starting a new job hopefully soon(just completed my background check) I just wanna make my money and dip. Lol. I dropped my cashapp below if anyone just wanted to help out a bit in this trying times. Lol. Working since a baby I now understand why my mom wanted me to enjoy my youth not only that, but also why she wanted to preserve it even tho my childhood was far from normal. Someone asked me a question on my NGL. Who do I miss the most? My mom. In real life you know I’m known to be this beacon of light, but bro that shit hurts. I remember just being separated how painful that was for me now her passing. To loose the only person you feel you could trust. I miss her. I wish I could hug her. I wish I could’ve experienced my mom in ways others got to with their mother. She loved the fuck out of us, but work, mothering & being drunk in love which is beautiful & inspiring life got in the way of our relationship sometimes. It’s funny how she still teaches me even with her not being here. To always move with love even in the presence of pain, fear, sovereignty and union. It’s just crazy to me. You know she wasn’t a saint mama had a real nasty and cruel side. But she loved and loved hard and loved on everyone around her. I guess when you’re used to just loosing ppl I’m used to people just falling from my grip. It’s the willingness to really be a part of the world kinda begins to fade. Honestly even thoughts of no longer existing in the world. I’m just like meh to the charades. Tired of ppl feeling like we have to pretend we don’t. We don’t and that’s what I’m learning. It’s oh fucking kay. But the truth of her loss makes me feel angry, it makes me sad, it makes me upset bc I didn’t feel like she got the justice she deserved. It hurts a lot. I can’t even explain. You know how you know things you can’t even say or the horrors you’d have to admit to yourself. It comes with a lot of guilt and shame. It comes with a lot of uncertainty how the fuck do I deal with all of this without the need to distract.

Gardening helps deal with the pain. The mental trauma that I keep having flashbacks about. I’m just helps slows the mind. My mind is always racing it’s like I can’t stop it and I know it comes from internalizing everything I kinda don’t speak on a lot. Really bc I don’t have the proper surroundings you know. I’m used to being the one with the level head those can speak too. I don’t have that. You know that was my mom as I was for her. Very level headed my peers, friends, and acquaintances are as well, but some are just not in the same phase of life at all. Those that are we talk we love on each other, but it’s just really hard to trust fr. I don’t trust myself truthfully and I’m done with the fantasies. I’m done being a fantasy and I’m done building a fantasy. Only real shit. Honestly when everything around is built on a fantasy it would never last and it time we stop treating ourselves like that. From our sex to our career or just general lifestyle it’s all a fantasy. The only thing that is important is the way we love & the fact that we’re living. How you been living? Good?Well I hope so.

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