#i built an entire vanity by myself

[to-thelakes]

Luke sleeps like a starfish when he's alone. Taking up all the space in the bed without Roxy next to him but on a case you have to share a room with him. It only has one bed

okay, i wasn't entirely sure what ask to reply to since what i am about to give you is a combination of 4 (not 3 as i told you last night (whoops)) asks that you have sent in! i just kind of got carried away and this one-shot is just SO CUTE. i'm gonna leave the prompts i combined for this below and then there will be the one-shot

so please enjoy the chaos below

star-fishing

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; luke helps you clean up after a fight with an unsub.

warnings; fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, one-bed trope, description of injuries (and cleaning them up), reader is down-bad for luke, a little bit of teasing and kissing

“Ow,” You hissed softly as Luke gently ran the cotton swab across your forehead. The Unsub had got you pretty bad but you had insisted that the medics didn’t need to clean you up. Which meant that Luke was doing it now. He was wedged between your thighs as you sat up on the hotel bathroom sink. The first-aid kit was laid out next to you but he was focusing on cleaning the blood from your skin for now.

The hand holding the cotton swab rested against your head as he swiped away the blood while the other had a hold of your face, keeping your head level. Luke was so close to your face. You could feel his breath fanning across your cheeks as you tried to decide what to look at. The heat was creeping up your cheeks despite your best attempts to keep your bubbling feelings at bay.

“Sorry,” Luke muttered, “I’m nearly done,” He added, briefly meeting your gaze before he returned back to the wound. There wasn’t much blood left so now he was doing his best to disinfect the wound. It wasn’t as bad as it had looked at first which gave him a sense of relief.

“I could have done it myself,” You said after a beat of silence. You couldn’t tear your gaze off his face. His eyes were boring into you and his hand was so warm against your cheek. You were sure he could feel the heat that had rushed to them but you tried not to think about it. He didn’t even notice as you admired his face.

His stubble had grown in a little since he hadn’t had the chance to shave and it somehow made that rugged yet soft look more prominent. His lips were so full and kissable. Every part of you wanted to just grab his face and snog him, fulfil the urge that had been clawing its way to the forefront of your mind for weeks. The feeling of his stubble and his lips pressed against yours would make it so easy to forget everything, you were sure of it. But you had to fight the urge.

You and Luke were friends. That was all you had been and probably all you would be.

His cheeks were slightly red from the heat of the bathroom and his chest was resting so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off him. His skin was so warm, you could have melted into him. Your hands always seemed to run cold and you desperately wanted to shove them underneath his hoodie to warm them up but you didn’t. It was unprofessional and he would complain about feeling cold himself.

You averted your gaze from his face, letting your eyes rove over his shoulders and down his arms. Even in the hoodie, you could see how built he was. But Luke wasn’t like the other muscular guys you had known. Usually, they were arrogant and the muscles were purely for vanity. Luke’s at least served a purpose outside of boosting his ego. 

But what confused you was how gentle he was despite the muscles. When you first met him, years ago, you had expected him to manhandle you. If you got hurt, you expected him to be frustrated but he was always so gentle. All the strength he held turned to softness and he held your face so gently as he took care of you. It was so disconcerting and it was far from what you were used to when it came to men but it made you feel safe.

Luke made you feel safe.

That was probably why you spent so much time around him. It was easy to be around him because he was such a teddy bear when he wasn’t trying to do his job. It made it easy to talk to him. He was so easy to talk to and you didn’t know how to deal with the feelings that he gave you. You had told yourself that you would never mix work life and your love life but Luke made that so hard.

You felt his gaze shift and his eyes traveled over your face. He could see how nervous you had suddenly become and he nudged your cheek with his thumb. Your eyes jumped up to meet his gaze and smiled at home.

Luke chuckled softly before he pulled back, a hand still rested against your face as he flipped the cotton bud. He dipped the clean end into the bottle of disinfectant before he returned to the wound on your forehead.

“Your hands haven’t stopped shaking since you punched him in the face,” Luke stated. It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about. The Unsub. You scoffed, balling your fists. He was right even if you didn’t want him to be. 

You dug your nails into your hand, hoping that maybe it would stop them, “I just-” He paused as he adjusted his hand so that he could tilt your face up to make sure everything was disinfected properly, “don’t want this to get infected.” You rolled your eyes before letting them close. It was sweet that he cared so much.

“I nearly had him,” You muttered after a moment. He chuckled, looking at you and tilting your head slightly. In the fluorescent lights of the hotel bathroom, it looked pretty clean and so he dropped the cotton bud into the bin. His hand left your face and his body moved from between your thighs as he searched for an appropriately sized plaster in the first-aid kit. You unclenched your fists but your hands were still shaky.

“We’ll get him,” Luke reaffirmed as he grabbed a couple of band-aid options. He then stepped back between your thighs.

“I know. We got lucky finding him the first day here,” You said after a moment. Luke nodded and he began to compare plasters for your forehead cut. He tilted your chin slightly to make sure it was the right size and once he was sure, he dropped the rest of the options before he ripped it open.

“Would have saved us sharing a bed,” Luke muttered, glancing at your face to gauge how you reacted. You pouted playfully, cocking an eyebrow.

“Don’t pretend you’re not gonna love it,” You stated, a teasing smile on your lips. Luke chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. 

“Uh-huh,” He muttered softly. He shifted the band-aid on your forehead before deciding on the position. He then pulled the backing off and stuck it down against your skin. He ran his thumb over it, smoothing it down before he stood back.

“It’s beginning to sound like you want to be in bed with me, The great Luke Alvez never ignores a teasing comment,” You continued to taunt him as he checked over the rest of your face. Aside from the bruises and busted lip, you seemed to be mostly okay. There were no immediate cuts and you didn’t have a concussion

“How’s your lip?” He asked, avoiding your comment. You shrugged, your finger coming up to gently press against the cut. It was busted, it wasn’t great but it wasn’t as painful as you had expected. The pain mostly just blended into the background.

“Could be worse,” You shrugged. Luke nodded, “Just for the record, we are having a pillow wall. I’m only teasing,” You said. Luke smiled up at you, he tilted his head slightly as he looked into your eyes. Your eyes kept shifting anxiously, you were picking at the nails on your hand without even realising it, “And before you get an ego boost, I am only doing this because I didn’t have another choice.” There was a teasing lilt to your tone, a smile on your lips which completely contrasted the anxious movements of your hands. 

He chuckled at your comment, it was a deep chuckle and it made a grin crawl onto your face. It was hard to resist despite the pain that it caused your busted lip. It was such an easy laugh from Luke, you wanted to hear it forever. His hands rested at his side, a green hoodie covering his usual button-up. He looked so soft and domestic, it was hard not to admire him.

“You could have shared a room with Rossi,” Luke suggested. You scoffed and shook your head vehemently.

“No. That man snores. I can hear him through the walls, if I was in the same room as him, I would commit a homicide.” Luke chuckled again and stepped back to help you down from the counter. You let out a soft sigh. You were so tired but you felt so dirty. Sweat, mud and the smell of the local PD was clinging to you and you wanted to shower it off so badly.

“I guess you’re stuck with me then,” He teased. You huffed out, pretending to be annoyed but you really didn’t mind. Part of you wondered if Emily had set it up so that you and Luke had to share a room. Her, JJ, Penelope and Spencer had already confronted you about your possible feelings for Luke at monthly pasta night. So, it wasn’t a hard leap to make but you didn’t want to assume - or make a fool of yourself.

“Yeah but you’re not watching me shower so get out,” You said, shaking yourself out of your thoughts, “I know you’d love it but not tonight mister.” You felt a little awkward and clunky teasing Luke the more your feelings rose to the surface but you tried to keep it up. Your relationship was built on teasing each other and if you stopped, Luke would be suspicious. You were not gonna let that happen.

“Not tonight?” He asked, a mischievous smile on his face, “So another night?” He asked. You scoffed and smacked his chest playfully.

“Play your cards right and maybe,” You stated before you urged him out of the bathroom. He chuckled as he threw his hands up in mock defense.

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” You sent him a teasing smile before you closed the door behind him. Once you were sure it was locked, you stripped out of your work clothes and walked over to the full-length mirror. You had fallen pretty badly during your fight with the Unsub and there was already a pretty nasty (and massive) bruise blooming across your hip.

You gently prodded at it before you checked over the rest of your body. Except for a few bruises on your knees and arms from hitting the ground, you were fine. So, you switched the shower on and waited for it to heat up before getting under the spray. The warmth soothed your skin and you did your best to keep your hair and face out of the spray. You didn’t want the band-aid to peel off and by some miracle, you managed to not get it wet.

After scrubbing the grime of the day off your body, you got out of the shower and slipped a towel around your waist. The shower made you look a little more sane and you dragged your to-go bag from beside the door onto the counter so that you could change into your pajamas. 

Thankfully, you had packed the more modest pajama option for this trip so you were in long pajama pants and a comfy vest. You took your time going through your night-routine just so you could calm your anxiety. The thought of sharing a bed with Luke was obviously fine but it made you feel nervous and giddy. Nothing was going to happen but you hadn’t shared a bed with anyone since your last partner so it just felt strange. 

After taking a few deep breaths, you stepped out into the bedroom to find Luke star-fished on the hotel bed. His head was buried in the middle of the pillows and he seemed to be asleep. He wasn’t even under the covers so it was hard to tell if he had actually conked out or not. You also couldn’t see his face. He might just have been resting for all you knew. 

Either way, he was in his own pajamas. Well pajama pants. He had neglected to wear a top which you didn’t really mind; it was a good view.

“Move over,” You stated as you walked over to the bed. Luke’s shoulders shifted at the sound of your voice and he lifted his head, eyes opening groggily. Had he been asleep? You couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Clearly the day had taken it out of him, “I’m sleeping in this bed too,” You added. Luke let out something incoherent before he reluctantly shuffled over. His head buried in the pillows again and you couldn’t help but smile softly. He was so sleepy, it was adorable, “Lights on or off?” You asked after a beat.

“Off,” Luke grumbled. His voice was thick with sleep which just made you smile even wider. You had never seen him like this before and your earlier assertion that he was like a teddy bear only seemed to be more accurate. 

Before taking your place in bed, you switched the big light off and trudged back over. The room was plunged into almost complete darkness but you could still navigate your way around relatively easily. You dropped into your side of the bed and tugged at the duvet.

Luke was still half-asleep on top of the covers and his hulking form was making it very difficult to move the covers comfortably around you. You let out a groan of annoyance as you tugged a few times with no avail.

“Luke,” You whined as you tugged again. He grumbled something incoherent and rolled over. Well, that was helpful, “Luke,” You complained again, tugging harder but it did nothing. You let out a soft huff and got up onto your knees. You leant over Luke and poked his cheek. He grunted in annoyance before attempting to swat whatever was poking him. But you evaded and did it again. He mumbled something incoherent again and you poked once more. His eyes reluctantly opened and you chuckled.

“You’re hogging the duvet,” You stated. Luke looked up at you, leaning over him and his eyes blinked closed for a moment before he let out a grumble. He then grabbed your waist and tugged you on top of him. You let out a yelp as you landed against his chest, “I’m cold,” You muttered. Luke wrapped his arms around you, tugging you closer.

“I’ll keep you warm,” He muttered as he snuggled up to you. Part of you just wanted to give in to this fate. It was comfortable and Luke was a human radiator but your toes were cold and Luke was half-asleep. It felt like you were taking advantage.

So, instead, you opted to poke at his chest and face a few times as you said his name softly, asking him to get off the covers. It took him a moment but eventually he opened his eyes again. It was a split second but when he realized what he was doing, his eyes popped open. All traces of sleep disappeared from his features and he let go of you immediately.

“I did not- I didn’t realize- I-” Luke began, stumbling over his words as he shuffled to sit up against the headboard. You giggled at his flustered reaction as you crawled over to your side of the bed again, “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have-” He continued to try and excuse himself but when he realized that you were laughing. His eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“You really know how to woo a girl,” You teased. His eyebrows furrowed and you tugged the covers back, “I think you’re half-asleep self is better at flirting with me.” You knew that you were stepping into dangerous territory with that comment but you couldn’t help yourself. It was endearing to see him so sleepy and touchy and you were also exhausted which made you a little more bold than you would like to admit. Luke was stunned by your reaction, “Come on, let me get under the covers. I’m freezing and I’ll set up a pillow wall. Avoid any more half-asleep kidnappings.” Luke watched you for a moment before he finally moved, “But if you are gonna cuddle me in my sleep, I’m not gonna object.” You were acting so confident but your heart was thudding in your chest as you moved to grab a pillow.

But when you turned back, Luke was just looking at you. He didn’t seem to know what to say as he looked into your eyes. You tilted your head to the side slightly but just as you opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong, he had tugged you towards him again.

“I want to kiss you,” He stated. You stared at him, your eyes widened as he looked at you, “Can I?” He asked. You nodded your head and he grabbed your face, pulling you to him. Your lips connected so softly. He was being so cautious of your busted lip and you melted into him. He only gave you a few soft short kisses before he pulled back a little. You reopened your eyes to look at him and he looked completely love-struck.

“Do it again,” You urged as you moved one hand to wrap around his neck. He grinned and tugged you into his lap before kissing you again. It was so soft and he let you take the lead as you adjusted your body to get a better angle, not disconnecting your lips for even a second. You were right. His lips were so soft and they made it impossible to think about anything but the two of you kissing in that moment.

Your head tilted to the side as you kissed him over and over again, his tongue ran across your bottom lip and you let him in without a second thought. His hands moved from your face to your hips and he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you as close as he could. His tongue explored your mouth as you held his face, whining softly as your fingers ran through his hair. 

A groan escaped his lips when you tugged at his roots and you let out a breathless giggle. He smirked and opened his eyes briefly before he let them fall closed again. You tugged him closer, hand cupping his jaw as you continued to connect your lips. Your fingers scritched at the stubble and you felt how he melted underneath your touch.

It was exactly what you needed.

The two of you kissed till you were breathless and when you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his. Your breaths mingled together as you panted, arms moving to wrap around his chest as you gently nudged your noses against each other.

“If I knew getting in the same bed with you would get me this, I would have done it ages ago,” You mumbled. Luke chuckled, his eyes closing as you moved your hand to rest against his chest, feeling the way that his chest rumbled with laughter, “Mhm, the wait was worth it though,” You said after a beat. Luke tugged you closer.

“More than worth it,” He muttered as he pressed a few kisses to your face and cheek and forehead. It was so sweet and you felt yourself melting into him.

“I think it’s time to sleep though,” You mumbled softly. Luke hummed in agreement and he shuffled back so that he could lie down. You were laying on top of him as he tugged the covers over the two of you, “My hands are cold,” You grumbled. Luke chuckled and he grabbed your wrists and tugged your hands underneath his back. The two of you shuffled to be comfortable before he wrapped his arms around your waist again.

“Better?” He asked. You hummed in agreement before cuddling up to his bare chest, eyes falling closed. You fell asleep, content against his chest with a sheepish smile on your face.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Mrs Dawkins P1-P5

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack x Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Series Mrs Dawkins Series

This is A Wattpad Series mostly I will be posting it here of course in chunks but it is much further ahead and having daily chapter's being released there, so if you can't wait the the series is linked ^

I woke to the typical birds singing in the nest, the nest seated on a lofty branch of the tree outside my bedroom window. I had listened to the newly born baby birds since their hatch only a few days after I arrived now they were age, where flight was soon to be thrust upon them. They must leap unknowingly into the extraordinary world and all its devilish Secrets.

I suppose I pitied the poor baby birds, that they would be forced from the nest they have known their entire lives on the will of another, That they are to be forced away with a loving arm and the familiarity that it is best for all, that they must go onward into this heartless world solitary.

But I knew they couldn't remain in their nest eternally. 

The world is about them and the only route left is forward.

I laid in bed, my body knitted and knotted with the cotton sheets of my bed. I listened to the bird's sweet song, as they praised the morning sun. But after a while, I forced myself up as the guilt of being laid in bed only made my stomach sick. 

I forced my body from my bed, pushed back the cotton sheets and carefully set my feet on the cold wooden floor. I stepped across from my bedside to the small bassinet where a large jug, sweet bowl, lavender soap and a fresh towel sat ready and waiting, I poured the water from the jug into the bowl and took the soap, I washed my hands intricately making sure to clean my knuckles raw and in between my fingers intensely. I then used my clean hands to scrub my face until my nose and cheeks were sore, once finished I set my soap back in its dish and dried off on my towel. 

I looked across my room, even if all of it still felt so new to me. My sweet suite on the second floor of our lovely new house with lavender-painted wood pallet walls that lined my room, my bed in the centre graced with cotton and silks, my wardrobe took up most of my room the whole corner lined with shelves filled with dresses, stockings, jewellery and shoes. My large three-pannel mirror against the wall with the ottoman to the edge, the sweet paper screen painted with lavender flowers to block it from the rest of the room. My vanity was laden with objects such as my brushes, perfume bottles and blushes many of which simply sat in their typical places. and My desk in the centre was laden with paper scattered around, pencils, paints, charcoals and all sorts of other such materials littered about. With a few canvases leant against the leg of the desk where I had yet to find a place to put them. 

 I did adore my room, even if I had yet to make it my home since we moved here.

I moved across my room and behind my screen, I slipped off my nightie and left it on the small washing basket. I took my stockings and pulled them up my legs to my thighs, I took my bloomers and pulled them up to my waist buttoning them up tight, I took my underdress and slipped it over my shoulders tugging it down to my ankles, I took a pair of shoes and slipped them on not needing to lace them up. I took my corset still laced from yesterday and clipped it on having to breathe in a little to do the last few up but it meant I didn't need someone to lace my corset for me, I walked down my wardrobe and ran my hand across the rail of dresses. I picked out my green dress with a pattern of branches and birds in the fabric, I pulled it out and slipped it on giving it a good adjustment to let the built-in crinoline sit as it should. I did up the few buttons It needed and fixed myself in the mirror not even bothering to do my hair. 

"Hello, You." I sighed at my reflection adjusting my red ribbon tied in a bow around my neck.

My bedroom door opened, which revealed the governess of the house whom I had known almost my whole life, She was tall, thin, in a pencil-thin corset, a black shapeless dress her hair pinned back slickly, she stood stiff as a board her back in a position I'm sure could balance four heavy books if needed, Her hand still on my door knob. 

"Ma'am! Breakfast is ready." Miss Hardcastle said, but with a sharp uncaring tone almost as if she was ordering me there rather than requesting. 

"Yes, Miss." I nodded, so I left my room and she closed my door and followed behind me to take me down to the dining room. 

I headed down to the dining room, A large room that faced the window with a large wooden table littered with flowers, the yellow walls littered with paintings, and the chandelier hung over the table. My father sat in his usual seat. 

My father was a large man with a head for business, fairly far round and not very tall, in his black suit, red waistcoat and silver pocket watch. He sat there with his large plate loaded with greasy breakfast food. The food loaded almost twice the size of the plate it sat on. 

I sat myself in my usual chair, I adjusted my dress as I spoke up "Good Morning Father," 

"Good Morning My sweet," He cooed, "How did you sleep?"

"Very well thank you," I smiled, 

My breakfast was brought by the kitchen girl, she set the plate down in front of me with two bits of toast, some marmalade, and some cut-up apples, oranges, and other small fruits. 

"Thank you," I smiled to her as she hurried away, I began to eat my breakfast, and I made sure to be slow to make sure it lasted. "What are you going to do today Father?" I asked, 

"Well, I have some meetings in port, I need to talk to the damn warehouse clerks, more meetings, more meetings, then I have some organization for your ball, some paperwork, all boring business things. Not for little girls." He said, 

"So, you'll be going into town today?" 

"I will,"

"Do you think perhaps today I could accompany you?"

"Y/n. You need to stay here my sweet, you're still new to the area, and this place can be dangerous." he explained, "And you have yet to debut. We've been working around the clock for your Ball haven't we Miss Hardcastle?"

"Yes Sir." She nodded,

"We wouldn't want to spoil the reveal of the ball?"

"Please father?" I begged, "I haven't left our house since we arrived, Please Father just for a walk to your meeting that's all I ask."

He glared, a moment the first time he looked up from his breakfast. He stared at me before he looked back down, "What do we think Miss Hardcastle?"

She stiffened herself even more, she glanced at me so I pleaded with her as I gave her my most imploring eyes before she then looked to the ceiling. "She has been very well-behaved, sir. She has done all of her work, and been making good time on her preparations,  I believe taking her to town could only potentially drum more interest in her Ball."

"Alright then." he nodded, "That settles that, You shall accompany me but I will escort you everywhere." He said, "Go on, hat, gloves, and parasol."

"Yes Father" I nodded taking my plate to the side to be cleaned and almost bolted out the door to run and get ready beyond excited! 

I got my jacket on and made sure it covered me well, I slipped on my white gloves, brushed my hair out and put my hat on my head tying it around my chin and adding a hat pin just in case. I made sure I looked as presentable as possible for my first time out, hiding my ribbon and adding a string of pearls atop my dress. 

I scampered to the front door and picked up a parasol that would fit my dress, I headed outside of the house to stand with my father as we waited for the carriage to come around for us.

I was so very excited I hadn't left our house since our arrival, so long on the ship and finally, we were here, I was thrown in a carriage brought here and I hadn't left since. I wanted nothing more than to explore Port Victory, meet new friends, and find little places for tea, cake, and activities as presumably I will be staying here for the rest of my life. 

The carriage pulled up so Father helped me to climb inside, and I took my seat. He climbed in after me and sat across from me. Once the carriage began on its way I couldn't prevent my wide smile almost biting my lip in anticipation to see what this place was like. 

"You are not to say a word."

"Yes, Father."

"You are not to smile either, it's too willing my sweet"

"Yes, Father." 

"You are not to leave my arm, not for a moment." He said, "This place is full of roughians, scoundrels, and vagabonds." 

"Yes, Father." 

Soon enough the carriage stopped and the moment the door opened I wanted to run and see all there was to see but I waited for my father to climb out and then offer me his hand. 

I took it and climbed out holding his arm as a young lady should when being escorted. I put up my parasol hiding myself under it from the aggressive sun. He walked me down the streets and I couldn't help but look at everything all the little shops, the people walking by, the market stalls, the gallows, the sweet little houses, all of it so fascinating. I did as Father asked and stayed silent as I looked at everything I could, he took me to a warehouse by the docks where cargo from ships was kept and stored. He had a meeting or three with various people none of which spoke to me at all. I took note of these men being the first ones I had seen but there was little remarkable about them. 

Once finished the meetings, Father walked me back through town to return to the carriage and head home, I had hoped for more but I was still thrilled. 

I slowed a little as I noticed a man heading our way, he didn't seem to move out of the way politely just heading straight for us until he bumped into us.

"Ohh do forgive me sir-" he said before he pushed through us breaking apart our arms. But as he did I felt this hard tug as my pearl necklace was forcibly grabbed by his dirty hands and ripped off me, it hurt as he broke my clasp and rushed away

"Father my pearls!" I gasped 

"You dirty rotten scoundrel! Thief!" My father yelled as he began to give chase, I picked up the skirt of my dress and hurried after him too "Guards! Thief! Catch that man!" My father yelled but quickly he ran out of breath and stamina, So I simply picked my dress up higher and bolted after the thief as quickly as I could "NOO! Y/n!" Father yelled but I just did my best to keep up with the man, luckily he was aged and sick, so I could keep up with him in a dress and corset. 

The thief turned down an alley but I followed him, seeing him opening a door at the bottom, "Return my necklace immediately!" I demanded as I managed to get close to grab my necklace still in his hand, we tussled with it back and forth for a few seconds before he backed far enough behind the door to slam it on my hand!

My hand crushed in the door violently, enough to make me scream and hold my hand close as it ached and brunt with pain, my necklace broke in the door sending pearls tumbling to the dusty dirt.

"AHhhhhhhh...." I complained 

"Y/n! My sweet! what did I tell you!" My father snapped as he caught up to me "My god your hand! we must hurry, we must take you to the hospital immediately!" He said as he held me in his arms and ushered me back to the carriage. 

My father rushed me to the hospital in the carriage, As soon as we arrived he ushered me inside and the nurse took us to a small room to wait. I sat on the metal-framed bed in the small wood-lined room, I held my hand to my chest as it throbbed with pain. My father stood in the corner his face a wash with fear.

After a while of waiting, the door opened and I was taken aback a moment, The doctor walked in wearing some dirty brown shoes, a pair of brown trousers with darker brown lines to create almost a faint attempt at plaid, a white shirt with long billowing sleeves that cinched at his wrists, the shirt... an odd grey washed out colour that old white clothes go after time, especially the arms darker and clearly washed more than anything else, He wore an old tattered green tie around his neck tucked into a blue slightly textured waistcoat, done up tightly around his rather thin body, he had a fluffy head of blonde and brown hair most of it pushed over to one side, dark chocolate eyes and a youthful sly smile, that sort of smile young boys get when they've gotten away with something. I had to admit... He was handsome. 

He came in and shut the door and smiled at my father, "If you don't mind waiting outside Sir."

"Yes of course," my father nodded as he quickly left the room. 

And this doctor turned his attention to me. He stopped just in front of me and looked at me from the tip of my toe to the top of my head before he shook himself awake and a smile cracked on his lip, "Forgive me, Dr Dawkins, Miss?"

"Miss Everset." I smiled "I would uhh but-" I began as I showed my hand

"Of course, now let's have a look at that hand." He said and he offered his hand sweetly 

"I shouldn't my father He'll-"

"Miss Everset. I'm a doctor." He reminded

I nodded and offered my hand carefully, 

"Now I need to remove your glove is that alright?"

"Yes Doctor," I nodded

"Lovely, nice and slow." he reassured as he carefully removed my glove and sat it beside me on the bed "Ohhh that is a nasty one." he said "How'd it happen?" he asked as he moved his hands softly and slowly over my own checking my hand for various damage, he was so gentle it barely hurt and his hands were so callus and rough. It almost made me giggle to think that I sat here and for the very first time a man touched my bare skin. 

"I was chasing a thief. He stole my pearls so I gave chase."

"Why didn't your father?"

"He tried. He's not so good at running."

"Because of his eye?"

I was shocked as he said that, looking up at him, my father had a bad eye injury that he gained many years ago it caused him trouble with running, reading and other sight-related things but it was so healed I had never known people who didn't already know about it to notice it let alone mention it, "I uhh Yes, people don't often know that," 

"I'm a doctor, you notice these things." He smiled,

"I suppose so. But yes I gave chase and the thief shut the door on my hand"

"Ohh dear, you poor thing." he cooed "Were they important to you, your pearls?"

"No, no. I just didn't want to lose them."

"I see." he nodded, "Well, good news nothing broken. you are going to have one hell of a bruise down the centre of your palm where the door hit, I will get the nurse to give you some bruise lotion to take home with you, follow the instructions and it should go away in a few days a week at the most. any issues with the bruising or your fingers in two weeks come back and we'll have a more intense look without all the swelling alright?" he explained and I nodded "Good, and as for the pain, Ice cream and hot baths." He winked, 

"I will, thank you doctor uh?" I blushed rather embarrassed I forgot, 

"Dawkins, Dr Dawkins." He smiled,

"Thank you, Dr Dawkins." 

"You're very welcome," He smiled, took my hand and gave it a soft polite kiss which made me blush even more "You're a very brave girl, chasing after a thief." 

"Ohh" I blushed, "Brave or foolish."

"My experience they tend to be the same, have a nice day Miss Everset." 

"You too Dr Dawkins." I smiled, 

He nodded and headed out back to his other hospital work, I took my glove and pulled my hand close to my chest again doing my best to... Breathe. 

I sat in the carriage as it bounced and bumped along back to our home, My hand clutched to my chest still, blush across my cheeks. My father looked at me and chuckled.

"Yes, father?"

"Only once in my life have I seen someone so happy on the way home from a hospital?"

"oh? When?"

"You're mother. When we brought you home." He smiled, "You seem very happy, you haven't stopped smiling since we left the hospital."

"I haven't" I admit, 

"Any particular reason you're so happy?" 

I knew I couldn't tell him the real reason I was smiling, "I'm just happy to have seen town father, Happy I got time out of the house."

"Good, perhaps I'll take you out more often." He smiled, 

"I'd like that very much, father." I smiled,

Soon enough the carriage stopped so Father climbed out and offered his hand, I took it and climbed out as we headed inside the house. Miss Hardcastle was there waiting for me so she took me to my room to swap parts of my outfit back to a more homely way. 

"Did you enjoy the trip, Ma'am?" 

"I did, it was lovely."

"Such a shame about your injury, we shall have to be careful during sewing time." She said,

"Yes, yes... I uhh I don't know, I think all things have a silver lining." 

"And what lining could this have ma'am?" She asked 

"...Well, I got to see the hospital." I smiled trying to hide my truth

"Yes well, we shall begin our day in the music room when you're ready," she said before she left my room 

I found myself unable to stop myself from sitting at my desk and got a fresh piece of parchment, my favourite ink fountain pen and I began to do an ink sketch humming and muttering to myself as I drew the sculpting lines and valleys.

"Dr Dawkins... Ummmm Dr Dawkins" I muttered barely being aware I was doing it kicking my feet back and forth under my chair as I drew, after a good while I stopped my pen and looked at the blue ink sketch of the sweet doctor "Hummmm," I smiled at it but I hid it away and fixed myself before I head to the music room. 

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Beauty School Dropout - Part II

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader

Summary: When Bradley is called back to Top Gun, he is reunited with a long lost friend from high school. Through their strenuous time leading up to the mission, the two friends relationship becomes complicated by external forces.

Warnings: cursing/foul language, sexual action (NO description) sexual innuendo

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When I got the call that asked me to come back to top gun, I couldn’t be more excited. Considering I already lived in California I would visit sometime. They even asked me to teach a couple classes. But coming back to fly an actual mission? It was the adrenaline rush I had been searching for.

Excitement boiled inside of me as I pulled into the parking lot and put my car in park in the pilots unloading area. I stepped out and looked up at the large building in front of me. It was illuminated by yellow lights in the dark, sunless sky. A look of satisfaction cascaded on my face.

“Lieutenant L/n!” A husky voice called from the open doors of the entrance. My attention turned to Solomon Bates, Callsign Warlock. A wide smile grew on my lips as I shut the door and began to approach him. My father died shortly after I started college, which is why I enlisted in the military. Warlock noticed early on that I was struggling emotionally with the loss and helped me through it. In a way, he had become like a father figure to me.

“Permission to hug, sir?” I asked while holding my arms out wide while we walked towards each other.

Warlock laughed, a bright smile on his face.

“Permission granted.”

We met in the middle and embraced each other, giving each other rough pats on the back. “It’s so good to see you again.” I commented enthusiastically as we pulled apart.

“I wish it were under different circumstances.” Warlock smiled, though his tone was sorrowful. I wondered what would come from this mission. His face read an entirely different emotion than that he was hiding behind his eyes.

“Come on, let’s get you unpacked.” Warlock clasped a hand on my shoulder and directed me back towards the car. Warlock explained that most of the pilots would be arriving tomorrow because of flights and traveling. Not everyone had the privilege of living stateside.

“Some of the pilots arrived earlier in the day.” Warlock explained as he tossed my bags on my bed. "Most of them will be arriving tomorrow though." He turned around to look at me, a smile on his face. “I’ll let you get settled.”

I opened my suitcase and began unloading my clothes into the small compact closet, humming my favorite song to myself. I knew I wouldn’t need many clothes, there wouldn’t be that many activities outside of flying and I assumed that their flight suits would be provided. They were nearly every time.

Once I finished with one bag, I began to move on to the next one when I heard a knock at my door. My attention was drawn to none other than Jake Seresin standing in the doorway, a smug smirk on his face. “Hey Vanity.”

A large smirk grew across my face at the sight of my old friend. “Hey hangman.” I hummed back to him, continuing to put my clothes away. Hangman stepped in the door, shutting it behind him and clicking the lock.

I heard that fate sealing noise, looking over at him with a raised eyebrow. “Really?” I questioned.

“Just in case you want to pick up where we left off.”

Going through flight school and Top Gun training with Jake Seresin was no walk in the park. Every step was bickering and head-butting and competing. Eventually the pressure built up until we both could find a release. Unfortunately, that release happened to be each other. Through our time together we fought and bickered until we couldn’t contain ourselves anymore. We broke rule after rule in order to see each other. Sneaking into each other's rooms, even meeting off campus. I wasn’t always proud of it, he was never the kind of guy I could see myself dating. But, he was handsome, and much more tolerable to be around when aroused, so I would be lying if I said she didn’t enjoy it.

“I’m glad to know you’re still the exact same.” I chuckled a little, turning around to step towards the closet but instead being blocked by Hangman's chest. My eyes traveled up and met his green ones. He always carried a smug look on his face that was present now more than ever.

“Would you be sad if I changed?” Hangman asked with the cock of an eyebrow.

I huffed out air in response. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to be a little nicer.”

"Nicer? That's all you want?" Hangman asked, allowing me room to put the articles of clothing away.

I stood on my toes to hang something up on a higher shelf. "I don't think it would hurt."

Two strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I felt Hangman's strong chest push against the top of my back, our body heat melding into one.

"I think I'm pretty nice to you." Hangman had leaned down to whisper in her ear. I felt the gentle brush of his lips against the sensitive skin on my neck and let out a little sigh.

One more time wouldn't hurt. For old times sake.

Hangman traced small circles on my bare shoulder after we had finished. I leaned over in my bed and looked at the time, it was nearing midnight. "You should probably go."

"But won't you miss me?" Hangman asked with a teasing tone. But, he listened. Placing a kiss on my shoulder before shifting around to sit on my bed, slipping on his pants and gathering his things.

"All the pilots are meeting at the Hard Deck tomorrow night, you're coming."

"Says who?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow at Hangman as he slipped his shirt on over his head.

"Me."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I watched as Hangman retreated for the door, pausing to look back at me over his shoulder.

"I'll see you later."

"See you later." I responded. When Hangman opened the door I noticed him come face to face with a smaller man in the hallway, but he quickly closed the door before I could get a look at his face. I heard muffled conversation from the other side of the door and then finally decided to turn over and go to sleep.

I arrived at The Hard Deck and opened the door. To my surprise, the bar was quite popular. There were a lot of people there already and the sun hadn’t even gone down yet. I closed the door behind me, needing a drink or two to calm my nerves and help me become more social.

Snaking my way to the bar, I found my stop next to a raven headed man. I ordered a cocktail that I liked from the gorgeous bartender and tapped my fingers nervously on the bar top.

“Y/n?” A familiar voice asked quietly. My head rotated suspiciously towards the man who sat next to me. Excitement flooded over me as I smiled.

“Maverick! What are you doing here?”

I had remembered Maverick coming to visit Bradley and his family at nearly every holiday event. He always brought one massive present for both Bradley and his mother that was the highlight of Christmas. After Bradley and I graduated he had even sent me a card congratulating me. It was always a fun time when Maverick was around. He’d take us out to eat or to ride his motorcycle (without telling the parents of course).

Maverick stood up and embraced my in a tight hug which I gratefully reciprocated back. “Look at you, you’re all grown up.” Maverick hummed in my ear as he pulled back and looked me up and down. “You’ve turned into a beautiful young woman.”

“Oh shut up, old man.” I waved my hand dismissively at Maverick and we both chuckled at the banter. The bartender returned with me drink and set it down.

“You two seem to know each other.” She commented and looked back and forth between the two of us.

“Y/n is the friend of a friend. I haven’t seen her since she started college.” Maverick explained to the woman.

“Y/n this is Penny, she owns the bar.”

“It’s nice to meet you Penny.” I took over Introducing myself. Before I could ask why Maverick didn’t mention that I was Bradley’s friend, I heard my call-sign being called from across the bar.

Two handsome young pilots were flagging me over to the pool table. I immediately recognized Hangman and dismissed myself from the conversation with Maverick and made my way over to them.

“Boys.” I charmed, crossing my arms over my chest and looking between the both of them. my eyes lingered on hangman for a moment longer, thinking about the events of last night. He gave me a wink in response.

“I see you two know each other.” The other man commented with an uncomfortable smile. Hangman looked over at him and smiled brightly.

“Coyote, this is Vanity. Vanity, Coyote.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said politely.

“Likewise.” I responded. Hangman handed out a pool stick to me. I smirked at him and took the stick, accepting the challenge. I then proceeded to break and pocket one solid colored ball. When I was bent over the table trying to find my next shot, I heard Hangman call out.

“If it ain’t Phoenix!”

I looked up to see a shorter, dark haired woman with two guys at her flank approach. I felt relief in knowing that there was going to be another woman joining the team. One could only handle so much testosterone.

"And here I thought we were special Coyote, turns out the invite went to everyone." Hangman sneered at the woman, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I guarantee she's got more skill in her left thumb than you do in that big hollow head of yours." I snapped back, smirking at the way his face twisted slightly with anger. Phoenix looked over at me and winked as a thank you.

The two pilots bantered back and forth with each other while I finished my turn at the pool table, racking up five balls before finally missing a pocket. I was proud, probably the best I had ever done at pool.

I slipped behind Hangman and Coyote where my drink sat on a table and took a long drink from the cold beverage. The bitter taste of alcohol flowing past my tongue and down my throat, slowly warming me from the inside out.

"When did you get in?"

"Oh, I've been here the whole time."

Looking in the direction of the unfamiliar voice, I laid her eyes on a smaller man, thick glasses set on his face and a southern drawl to him. He was munching away on a cup of peanuts while looking slightly scared by the confrontation.

"The man’s a stealth pilot." Hangman said. 

"Literally." Coyote added.

"Weapons systems officer, actually."

"With no sense of humor." Hangman said in disappointment. I chuckled, thinking the exchange that just happened was amusing. After learning his name was Bob, I took my drink and strolled over to the jukebox. I slowly sipped on my drink while cycling through the song options, drowning out any other outside noises. I soon felt a presence over my shoulder, looking up and to the left at Hangman.

"Play Slow Ride."

"Play Slow Ride, what?" I snapped back sassily at Hangman's demanding request. 

He held out a new drink for me with a smile on his face. "Please?"

I couldn't help but smile and take the drink from his hand. I selected the song for him. Hangman gave me a wink before strolling away. Now I had one almost empty and one full glass in my hands that I needed to do something with. I downed the rest of my previous drink on my way back to the table, setting down the empty glass.

"Bradshaw, as I live and breathe."

"Hangman, you look... good."

Believe it or not, Bradshaw was a common name for military members. Though it would be a lie to deny that I didn't think about my old friend Bradley every time I heard it. I just didn't expect to hear his voice follow this time.

With my heart in my stomach, I pushed Hangman out of the way so he was no longer in front of the table. I looked at Bradley, whose face turned pale upon seeing me. We stared at each other for a moment. I felt every emotion on high alert, ignoring the questions from the other pilots surrounding them.

Finally, Bradley broke the tension with a large smile.

"Vanity." He said through a breath of relief.

Joy overcame me as I sprinted at Bradley full force, getting caught in his arms and hugged tightly.

"Rooster! I can't believe you're here!" I laughed

"Me?" Bradley put me down, still holding onto my shoulders and shaking me violently.

"I can't believe you're here! What happened to beauty school?"

"I dropped out!"

"And joined the military?"

"I'm a Naval Aviator now, B."

"My god, I can't believe it." Bradley wrapped his arms around me in one more tight hug before pulling away and looking back at the group before them. Embarrassment washed over me as I realized that everyone was staring at us. Hangman had a look of complete disgust on his face.

"So obviously you two know each other." Coyote commented with amusement, considering it was the same thing he said to Hangman moments earlier.

"Yes, We went to high school together." Bradley explained. Hangman looked like he wanted to argue but ultimately, gave up.

“So, does anybody know what this special detachment is all about?” Payback asked. 

“No,” Hangman chimed in, finally continuing his turn of the pool game. “Mission’s a mission. They don’t confront me. What I want to know; Who’s gonna be team leader?” Hangman pocketed a ball, adding to the cockiness radiating off of him.  “And which one of y’all has what it takes to follow me?”

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.” Bradley snapped back with fire in his voice. I raised my eyebrows in shock. His tone of voice was clear that there was some dislike between the two pilots. The question was, why? 

Hangman walked up to Bradley, a large smirk on his face. Hangman squared off his shoulders as an intimidation factor. “Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel. But that’s just you, ain’t it, Rooster? You’re snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment… that never comes”

Bradley didn’t say anything, just let a small smile linger on his face. I was impressed with his ability to keep his cool. I would have already given him a right punch to the face. 

“I love this song.” Hangman hummed with a smile before slipping past them to continue his game. I was frustrated so I followed after Hangman, leaving Rooster and Phoenix to talk. 

“What was that about?” I demanded. 

“Nothing. Just a little intimidation.” Hangman shrugged it off as though it were no big deal. 

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms across my chest in annoyance. “Like anybody is intimidated by you.” I snapped at him. 

Hangman’s face grew a little more serious as he closed the gap between them, leaving only inches between their faces. 

“I’ve flown with him before, you haven’t seen him since high school, who really has the insight here? He’s a lost cause, this mission will only prove that.” 

Anger boiled up inside of my gut, churning slowly like butter. Before I could retaliate a bell went off in the bar, causing an eruption of cheers. Hangman's attention turned towards the bar for a moment before he smirks and looks back down at me. 

“Duty calls.” 

I watched Hangman stroll confidently towards the bar area and right up to where Maverick was sitting. My anger flaring up in me as I tried to ease my mind of all the ways I would strangle Hangman. 

Suddenly, the music cuts out. Everyone in the bar boo’s for a moment but then the piano starts to play. I knows exactly who it is. The other pilots are already over there by the time I snake my way through the crowd. Bradley looked up at me through his glasses and smiled, motioning with his head for me to sit next to him. 

I do so, leaving a space between us that Bradley willingly scoots over to close. 

“You still remember your part?” He asked. 

I smiled, looking down at the piano keys and putting them on the correct ones. I played a small tune, then looked up at Bradley for approval. I was met with an approving smile from him. “It’s music time, baby!”

Bradley and I put our fingers on the piano keys and began to play an old favorite, Great Balls of Fire. To my surprise, the whole bar erupted into song.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: You get one fluffy chapter after reading that piece of emotional damage -Danny Words: 1,949 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Daylight' -by Taylor Swift

XXXIX: The Loneliness is Coming From Inside the House

Nico manages to take them directly to Ara's cabin, he closes the door so no one knows they're here yet, then closes the little curtain Leo installed on her porthole so the light doesn't worsen the pounding in her head.

The boys work as a team, tucking her in and checking her wounds. Nico convinces her to take off her shirt so he can examine where the arrows hit her, and Jason turns around to give her privacy. She doesn't know if he caught up to Nico's secret, but that isn't her business, so she will keep her mouth shut.

Ara stays still while Nico heals her, there aren't many injuries, just bruises where the arrows struck, but she's perfectly healthy, only heartbroken and drowning in grief, and the only way to heal from that is by letting it happen.

Nico places the first-aid kit under her bed and sighs. "She's fine."

Jason scans her frame, nodding approvingly. "I'll tell the others we're back."

Ara points vaguely at the scepter leaning on her bedroom wall. That thing better work as they think it should, otherwise she sacrificed a big part of herself for nothing. She glares at it, but for the first time, she's got no cynic or sarcastic comments to send Jason off.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll rest—but take that thing with you."

Jason's blue eyes look relieved as if Ara deciding to take a break is a sign of better times coming. "Yeah, I'll do that. C'mon, Nico..."

"I'll stay."

Ara groans. "I'm not going anywhere, seriously..."

"You can scold her later, man," Jason insists politely. "Leave her alone."

"Take the scepter," she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "I don't want it near me."

"Later."

Ara turns her head towards him scowling. "You're not doing anything right now."

"I want to make sure you're okay," Nico admits with frustration.

Ara's face gets very hot, the boy had never offered to look after her before this moment. "Oh."

Jason's smile grows. "Cool, then. Take care of our General."

When Jason leaves, Ara and Nico stay silent for about five seconds, then Nico pulls her vanity bench closer and sits, eyes fixed on the door while he fidgets with the skull ring on his finger.

"I don't think Eros is coming to finish the job," she jokes. "He and Nemesis will leave me alone after this."

Nico watches her intently. "You saw yourself in Nemesis, didn't you?"

Ara doesn't deny it, her puffy eyes are staring at the ceiling. "I've been cruel to myself, and no doubt I'll be cruel again. My fatal flaw is ambition so I'll be tempted..."

"Tempted to what?"

"To mistreat those who care for me," she sighs. "I hope I can control it before it gets this bad a second time. Eros said the only way is to let love take over."

"You'll be okay," Nico pauses a moment, but in the end, he forces himself to finish his thought. "You're not a weaker version of me, you're built differently. No matter how angry and frustrated you get, you always choose to be good."

Ara's eyes lighten up a bit, but they also get teary once more. "That's just like you too, Ghost King."

Nico makes a face. "Don't start."

The door opens abruptly and Leo storms into the room. Nico stands in alarm and reaches for the scepter, but then he recognizes the boy and relaxes. "About time," he grins. "What took you so long? I thought you and Ara could sense each other from a mile radius."

Leo blinks, confused by Nico's expression, but he doesn't reply to him. He addresses Ara directly. "You okay? Jason told me—"

Ara moves so fast that Leo stumbles and crashes against the doorframe when she tackles him into a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around him in a way that forces him to stand on his tiptoes. Her entire body screams when she does this, and she starts crying again. Leo tightens his grip on her, scared and anxious.

"Please, tell me the stain in her shirt isn't..."

"She'll be okay now," Nico responds, grabbing the scepter and circling the pair to exit the cabin. "But you two should talk, so... I'll leave you alone." He closes the door behind him. 

Leo guides her back to the bed and sits with her, leaning against the headboard with one leg hanging off the mattress while he cradles Ara in his arms. His fingers brush through her choppy hair while she calms herself enough to speak.

"Jason said your brother Eros came to fight y'all, not that other guy..."

"It wasn't a fight," she dries her tears. "Not even close. Eros had us in the palm of his hand and..."

She sobs and Leo squeezes her, kissing her hair. "Ara, you have to calm down. Jason already told me everything..."

The girl freezes. "Everything?"

He examines the dark stain on her clothing. "The important bit. Couldn't've been easy, huh? Talking about the curse in front of them, especially in front of Nico..."

Ara shakes her head, cleaning her nose. "Nico was kind. Whatever was wrong between us... I think it'll get better from now on."

She doesn't want to jinx it, but part of the problem is being afraid to utter thoughts believing it taints them. When she was a kid, she enjoyed talking about what she wished for, it was the main reason why people liked her, she wasn't afraid to speak her dreams into reality.

"You were brave." Leo kisses her temple. "I'm proud of you. "

Ara closes her eyes and leans against his shoulder. "I know what's missing with the others, but I didn't understand it until now."

"Whatcha mean?" Leo frowns.

"Since the moment we met, I told you everything you wanted to know. Everything. I said things I hadn't told to anyone, and you fell in love with all of me because of it. That's why you stay by my side even though you know I could hurt you, because you know it's not my intention."

She sits upright to face him better.

"I have to tell them about my prophecy. And your curse."

Leo looks slightly concerned. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't care—they'll give me those pitiful looks terminally ill people get from their loved ones, and I'm definitely not looking forward to that, but if you think it'll help..."

"If it doesn't, at least we'll feel lighter," she replies. "I can bear my grief and my duties, but I can't do it alone."

Leo reaches for her hand and kisses the back of it. "Then we'll do that. When?"

Looking at it from a sober point of view, she knows the crew will get paranoid once they find out, probably try to keep Leo from fighting too much, and that can backfire. They're missing two of their most powerful and clever demigods, they need to be a unified team or the giants will run through them in a heartbeat.

"Let's wait until we get Percy and Annabeth back—because they will come back," she says with certainty. "Love will keep them safe until they find their way back. Once we rescue them everyone will be... hopefully in a good enough mood to give them bad news without crushing their spirits."

Leo nods. "Yeah, despair is not exactly on brand for me."

She intertwines their fingers and stares at them, deep in thought. "There is something I've been wanting to tell you... it doesn't change anything, I just want you to know."

"A'ight," Leo reaches up with his free hand and runs it through her hair. "I'm listening."

"Eros said I treat love like a curse, and I had that problem even before I met you." She presses her forehead on his shoulder again. "I was in love with Michael Yew. Though saying 'with' is a stretch. Michael was fond of me, which is not the same thing."

Her free hand reaches up and absently draws patterns over Leo's chest.

"I never did anything with that love because I was scared of it—might as well have been the reason why he died. I never allowed myself to love him enough to stop him from making rash oaths."

She closes her eyes, feeling extremely worn out after all the crying and talking about feelings.

"Hestia talked to me about him, said he was like me and there was only one way I could learn from him. The way he died... that is my lesson." She waits for Leo to say something, but when that doesn't happen, she moves and locks eyes with him. The boy is smiling a little, and Ara scowls at the sight. "You got nothing to say?"

He scratches the back of his neck. "I figured it out months into dating you. You wouldn't talk about him, but when you did I got jealous. I could tell you had liked him as more than just a friend."

Ara blushes. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I just—"

"It wasn't your fault. And I don't need to know how it happened, or who was it, to know it's not your fault anyone dies in the line of duty." Leo fixes his posture and tries hard to find the right words. "I understand why you fell for him, though your crush on Nico did catch me off-guard—"

Ara moves away again. "My what on whom?"

Leo blushes. "I uh... I was coming one night to see if you'd let me stay over, and I heard Percy talking about it with you. I freaked out and went back to my room, but I was too unsettled to ask—"

"That was all a misunderstanding!" Ara exclaims in embarrassment. "Gods, stupid Percy! He overheard Lily teasing me about my crush on Mike and he thought she was talking about Nico!"

"Oh. Oh, that makes so much sense." Leo pauses a moment, then grins and pecks her lips. "Then I'm alright."

Ara looks at him with amusement and disbelief. "So that's why you've been weird to Nico this whole time?"

"I mean Nico is pretty dang creepy in general, I don't need a reason to be freaked out. Wish I'd known him when he was all cute and hyper like you," he smirks.

Ara heaves a sigh, lowering her gaze. "I wish we both were that way still... it was better."

Leo's expression softens and he leans his forehead against hers. "I wish I could make the present better, but that's not the point of this, right?"

"I adore you..." she speaks gently. "I value you, so I'm sharing all of me. Even the love I had for the boy that came before you."

Leo's eyes are full of mirth. "He got to meet you when you were all cute and easy to impress. I wish I'd had that advantage..."

Ara laughs a bit, it feels wrong to laugh, but also necessary. "If I'd met you then, I don't know if I would've fallen for you, or hated you for being so good at what I wanted."

Leo seems very pleased with her answer. "I know you're lying to make me feel better."

"I swear I'm not," she tilts her head to brush his nose. "Aphrodite was in the right when she chose Paris for Helen, you balance me out... and sometimes that can be irritating."

"Yep, I'm a real bother," he mumbles and cups her face. "I'm just an annoying joke."

"You're perfect." Leo's been called evil, troubled, stupid, scrawny, and all the variations of ugly you can think of—but perfect? It doesn't compute in his mind at all, yet the way Ara holds him close leaves him with no room for doubt. The girl mumbles the rest of her sentence against his lips. "And you shine like daylight..."

The boy's nose and ears start to heat up at her words and he decides to shut her up for good by deepening the kiss. Ara doesn't fight it and instead melts into it, she's decided to build her life around love, and Leo is the blueprint.

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[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

“8 May.—I began to fear as I wrote in this book that I was getting too diffuse; but now I am glad that I went into detail from the first, for there is something so strange about this place and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy.” 

Jonathan Harker, Full-Blown Solicitor: At first I felt like talking about how everyone in the entire country feared for my life if I came here, and half the people in the country actively tried to stop me from coming here, and how I almost got eaten by wolves on the way here, and how the coachman is a wizard, and how my host literally never eats around me but spends the whole time I’m eating staring at me like a creep was making too big a deal out of things and complaining for no reason, but now I’m sure of it--this place has bad vibes.

So Jonathan is getting a little antsy because, uh, everything that’s happened to him and also Count Dracula is a complete night-owl who won’t ever let him go to bed before dawn because he’s too busy asking all sorts of questions about England and mysteriously telling Jonathan about his adventures as a merciless warlord for the past thousand years and then laughing it off like “Oh my family just keeps really good records of these things lol namaste :).”

We’ve finally come to the infamous Bermuda Shave Scene where Jonathan’s like:

Count Dracula didn’t show up in the mirror. What the fuck?

He startled me so badly that I cut myself a little.  Boo.

When he saw the blood he went for my throat like a gotdamn murderer. D:

I was like “AAAAAAH!” and jerked away, and he grabbed the crucifix instead, and he was back to normal.  Pretty sure I didn’t imagine that, though?  This whole thing is so weird.

Count Dracula threw my mirror out the window, and it broke.  How am I going to shave now? :(

Guess I’ll have to use the bottom of my shaving pot.  It’s metal, so if he throws that out the window, at least it won’t break. :( :( :(

I mean, for real.  Jonathan is sitting there like “But there was no reflection of him in the mirror!” followed immediately by “This was startling, and, coming on the top of so many strange things, was beginning to increase that vague feeling of uneasiness which I always have when the Count is near.” He discovers this guy has a mysterious Won’t Show Up In Mirrors Syndrome and is like “I’m really beginning to think this guy is sketch.” Who can really blame him for not following up on it, though? Our man’s on a mission to find himself a band-aid. 

Count Dracula: Take care, take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this country. And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischief. It is a foul bauble of man’s vanity. Away with it! *yeets shaving mirror out the fucking window as hard as he can*

Shaving mirror: *shatters into a thousand pieces on the stones of the courtyard far below*

Jonathan: I was… using that?  To shave?

Naturally after all this, Jonathan is like, “Well, a man still has to eat.  Not Count Dracula, which is so strange!  Ha ha, he’s such a weirdo.  I’ve never even seen him drink!  Anyhoo, breakfast time.”

He goes exploring in the castle after breakfast and finds that he can’t get out, and also that it doesn’t really matter if he can’t get out, because they’re in the middle of nowhere.  He goes completely bonkers at discovering this, with all the built-up panic about wolves and sorcerers and staying with Count Dracula finally breaking through his Berlin Wall of denial, and just tears around the castle like a cat with the zoomies trying to open all the doors and windows.

Meanwhile, Dracula is cleaning up the breakfast dishes, making Jonathan’s bed, and planning lunch.

I mean, on the one hand, this is Count Dracula we’re talking about.  On the other hand, this guy is basically running a bed and breakfast with one guest by himself, while trying not to let on at all that he’s the one doing everything, and he’s only done the costume quick-change trick the once, so the rest of it really is involving some ‘60s French farce nonsense where he’s ducking into random rooms and booking it down hidden passages and sticking to the ceiling with half a roast duck under one arm to keep Jonathan from noticing. 

Also he’s spending like 8 hours a night doing nothing but monologuing at this dude, which really eats into your whole cooking/cleaning/shopping time, and you know the brides certainly aren’t going to be helping out with any of this shit.  

Did any of them become the immortal blood-drinking hellwife of the devil to sweep the floors and wash the windows so a twenty-something English idiot would think they had servants?  No, they did not.

Sidebar: Can you even imagine the reaction of the poor peasants to Dracula needing normal people-food for the first time in centuries?  Even if you assume he went out and bought it, it’s something out of a nightmare.  

You’re a 19th century small-town grocer, minding your 19th century small-town grocer business, when in walks Count fucking Dracula wearing the shittiest disguise you have ever seen in your entire 19th century small-town grocer life.  He pulls out a wooden box with dirt still on it, snaps open the rusted-ass lock with his bare hands, starts plunking fucking Roman coins down on the counter like it’s nothing and is all “Hello yes I am a normal person having a normal guest for a few months and need… food.  Normal food, for one normal person.” while refusing to break eye contact.  And if you take more than a few seconds to recover from the aneurysm this induces, he starts helpfully listing foods that you vaguely remember your great-grandmother talking about having when she was a kid, and you have to have another aneurysm about that.

More likely the dude just rolled up to the nearest farms’ storehouses and grabbed anything that looked plausible, and the peasants who lived there were like, “I swear to God and the Virgin Mary and all your favorite saints that I saw Count Dracula legging it out of the barn with three of my chickens and my last bag of coffee beans.  Maybe he’s decided to stop eating people?” Which of course leads to another mass gathering in front of the inn while everybody debates over what this means and starts blessing everything in sight, and somebody gets the priest who’s like, “He’s feeding the Englishman.  He has not decided to stop eating people, he’s a vampire, he can’t just decide to stop eating people.  Biting someone who’s just drank a pot of coffee is probably the closest thing he can get to an espresso, God help us all.”

Anyway, eventually Jonathan reverts to form with “I’m definitely getting murdered, but maybe if I pretend I don’t know that, I can squeak a few more hours out of this.” and also “If I confront him and he denies it, everything will just be really awkward.”

Which, in his defense, it would be?  Imagine that conversation, between these two idiots.

Jonathan: You’re keeping me prisoner here.

Count Dracula: I have no idea what you’re talking about. That’s preposterous.  I would never.  You are my honored guest, not my prisoner.

Jonathan: So I can leave whenever I wish.

Count Dracula: Of course.  There’s the door. *gestures to series of locked doors*

Jonathan: They’re all locked.

Count Dracula: No, they’re not. *sits back, steeples fingers, stares at Jonathan like a muppet until Jonathan just gives up and eats dinner like another muppet*

“I need, and shall need, all my brains to get through.”

Jonathan: I was utterly and completely doomed.

At this point Jonathan goes sneaking around the castle like a creeper and manages to watch Count Dracula fluffing his pillows and fussing with the table service and presumably basting the chicken with a little chef’s hat on, and all Jonathan can think is:

“This gave me a fright, for if there is no one else in the castle, it must have been the Count himself who was the driver of the coach that brought me here. This is a terrible thought; for if so, what does it mean that he could control the wolves, as he did, by only holding up his hand in silence. How was it that all the people at Bistritz and on the coach had some terrible fear for me?”

Like, I don’t know, my dude.  We could consult, for a moment, your Fun List of Foreign Words everyone in the town was throwing around when they found out you had a coach ticket to Castle Dracula:

“Ordog” (Satan)

“pokol” (hell)

“stregoica” (witch)

“vrolok” and “vlkoslak” (were-wolf or vampire)

Sure sounds like your dude might be some sort of shape-shifting warlock or some shit!

“What meant the giving of the crucifix, of the garlic, of the wild rose, of the mountain ash?”

Meant they didn’t want your ass to get ate, Jon. 

“In the meantime I must find out all I can about Count Dracula, as it may help me to understand. To-night he may talk of himself, if I turn the conversation that way. I must be very careful, however, not to awake his suspicion.”

Jonathan Harker really looked at this situation and went, “If only I can get a lonely egomaniac nobleman talking about himself…”

8-10 hours later: He’s that Dracula, all right.

Dracula: The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told.

Also Dracula: My desire to go to England where no one knows I’m a fucking vampire has nothing to do with the British Empire kicking the shit out of Russia two doors down from here and my subsequent discovery that the British Empire is pretty much never not kicking the shit out of somebody, somewhere, to the extent that another thirty or forty war crimes per week could go completely unnoticed if I play my cards right.

#dracula #may 8

[freitag]

A Year with the X100V

On August 27, 2021, I was sitting on my couch playing with my Sony a6000 and a 35mm lens. The lens was new, which is why I was playing around with the camera. I specifically picked this lens to give me an inexpensive push into manual photography. The thinking was that if it didn’t work out, 🤷‍♂️ no big deal, I rarely used this camera anymore. I thought I didn’t care because the images from my phone were good enough and there weren’t circumstances that warranted taking my camera and lenses.

Sitting there, holding the camera, I realized I was trying to recapture what I had with the Fujifilm X10. That camera was between my “real cameras” when I had gotten sick of my Nikon DSLR. For all of the drawbacks of the X10, it was fun and I used it a lot. With the a6000 and that 35mm lens, it was obvious what I was trying to do.

Right then and there I decided to go back to Fujifilm. When I bought the X10 in late 2012, I didn’t even consider the X100 because it was too expensive as a transition camera. This time I knew that if I spent the money and bought it and I still didn’t go out then I was probably done with that kind of photography. I decided to sell all of my gear and buy whatever the latest version was.

🔎 Searched for the latest iteration of the X100 series camera.

💡 Discovered the X100V was the latest model.

📲 Called my local camera store that would buy my equipment.

🙋‍♂️ Do you have any X100V cameras in stock?

👨🏻‍💻 We have 1…but it's only in silver.

🎯 That's the one I want.

(true story)

Within an hour, I was back on that same couch with the Fujifilm X100V. Only later did I learn how insanely lucky it was to have found that camera. Regardless, I found it. And it instantly felt right to me. I mean instantly.

I decided to pick a different spot, at least once a month, and try to capture it. I figured this would give me good practice and a chance to see new areas in and around Denver. I wasn’t interested in going full manual mode just yet but I did want to practice my compositions. I’d leave everything on full auto and just think about moving myself to get the better shot. Photography 101, if you will.

So I did. And I did. And I did. And I did.

I was enjoying myself but my photography was hit or miss. I know that's the nature of photography but my stuff was all over the board. I was using Apple’s Photos because I didn’t want to get too bogged down in the process of editing photographs. Sometimes I’d edit the levels or play with the light but for the most part I'd take it as it came from the camera. If you look at any of those images, it's a testament to how wonderful the Fujifilm X100V captures color. 

This method of going out and shooting a location and then sharing my favorite 15 to 20 photos was hard to maintain. And it wasn't any fun for people I was trying to share with. Photographs are like dreams, people don't care unless it's about them or it's really good. Sharing to Flickr was cumbersome. Plus I was getting nagged all the time to pay for an upgrade and that was getting old. The fun was starting to get sucked out again, right around 6 months of owning this camera. The last album I shared on Flickr was February 20, 2022. 

Enter Glass.

I had Glass on my iPhone the entire time I owned my camera, signing up about a week or two before buying. I’d post shots from time to time but thought it was a little niche, maybe a little limiting in how I could share. But there were some photographers that would post images every once in a while that would blow me away.

Then on February 15th, Glass came to iPad.

I liken Glass on iPad to a good coffee table book about photography. I’m not there for the likes or the interactions or the vanity, I’m appreciating photography.

That was it. That was the thing that helped me get through my years-long slump with photography. I started watching YouTube videos on street photography, using Adobe Lightroom, color correcting my photos. I started using the built-in film simulations and dialing in recipes from Fuji X Weekly. And I began posting only what I thought was worthy of sharing, taking time to crop and fix and correct my images. I have found a passion that has long been dormant.

Obviously the camera itself isn't what makes people better at photography. Some of those great images from people on Glass were shot on iPhones. It's the work, the effort you put in to get the shot and what you want it to be in post.

But it’s important to find a camera that you want to use. I think we lie to ourselves about that part. We go into making a big-ticket purchase and we don't want to make a mistake so we do the pros and cons and we read the reviews and we just don't trust ourselves. I realized that I loved shooting with the X10 because I wanted to pick it up and use it. That's what I got back with the X100V. This quirky video on YouTube absolutely nails it. You want to use this camera.

The secret sauce this year was timing. I mean, the way the pieces all fell together is unreal. I was trying to make my old camera something it wasn't so I made a decision to try something else. I call a local camera shop and they have the camera I want in stock, a camera you can't find anywhere. And right as I'm making that decision, a new photo service launches that puts photography first. And then, just as I'm growing frustrated with my options for sharing, Glass makes an app for iPad that's so good it changes the way I want to approach photography.

So, yeah. The X100V is 👍. And if you're on Glass, please give me a follow. I'll leave you with a couple of recent photos. Love this camera.

#photography #fujifilmx100v #fujifilm

[newagesurvivalist]

Why is there something rather than nothing?

I am alive. My life is a succession of moments, that are somehow capsuled into the concept of being yourself; but the differences of normal life are supposed; and so, I do not know myself.

Alive: that is to say, electric. When the moments cease to be endeavors, we are thrown back upon the obsequiousness of normality, which brings us no restoration of the obvious truth: there is no spoon, as The Matrix says - or, I remember my mistake.

This is not arousal. All people are aroused, but I am indifferent. This is because I am constantly at odds with others that I do not know; and I am indifferent to the cause of Nature, because there is no nature, only Art; and yet, Art is all nonsense, because we do not need leaders, we do not need wisdom because all that there is the consequent repetition of the same - and this is a marvelous endeavor, that is, however, pointless.

Whatever we do, we can never approximate the orderedness of nature, even though order implies art - and so we see the vanity of the artist.

Everything is strange. The walls are strange. The people are strange. The existence is strange. As long as we move in oblique trajectories, the fallow-lying of the inordinate world is subsumed; and so, the moments of space and time are destroyed. But maybe there will be something true to the essence of manifold meanings, that corroborate with the ultimate truth in which we are caught. I do not know myself. However, I do what I can to make a mark on the world. The world is a paradise for calm and patient animals who seek the best there is under the sun. And we can do something with the time with have yet waiting for us in the meanwhile. We do what is all right in the eyes of the Lord.

What happens, is coincidental. There is no pattern to the world-events. However, the corollary to happy existence implies that there is a freedom in the structures of space and time; and so, we can see that the coincidences are actually Zen-like superimpositions; and so we encounter Form in these parts: trajectories of meaning that are disconnected from the higher world in which the Nothing-Everything of the world is located - and we see that it is so. The momentary instability of pure nature is cut loose from the urbane connection between feelings that means everything in the totality of events; and this is what philosophers call, Coincidence.

I do not see any reason to be cynical. I just want to be friendly and commercialistic to the friends of Reason, who populate the infinite world around us; and stringent idiots can build palaces of Gold and Silver in the countryside of the Great King, who is mentioned in the Holy Book; and we all see this happening all the time: things that are real co-exist in the fabric of colluded vacinities in the motion of locomotion, and nobody ever saw the remains of Camelot constructed in the backyard of Sigmund Freud or any other maverick who built great castles in the air. But the ideosyncrasy of automatic constellation is returned to the homeland of the greater men and women who worked together on the return of the king, who still rules and overpowers the network of simple fools who want a little paradise for themselves in the area of the entire world; and we all really know what is going on and what we need, but someone will be cauterizing the wound of the first men who populated America and we are still wondering at their prowess, because nobody had seen such architecture before; and maybe, even though people need a retreat from the pressures of palace life, a man can make an effort to change the world entire, from beginning to end, and populate the condescension of revolutionary mavericks who can strangle the opposition in the polis of Hellenistic heroes that rule our imaginations. Why, we really do want to return to Ancient Greece and live with the heroes of old, but the wise expanse of ol' England continues to suppress our happy remembrance, and we really do need happiness, we need security.

Maybe there is a chance for returning of the change of the rich men, but nobody really knows if that should happen. The totality of nature can no longer be seen in the eyes of men. The reclusity, of ordinary hermits, suppresses our dear cherishing of the good old resentments of the happy few who went to another country to aid the men of old. But nobody needs this. The viscerality of statements is valid and we all need this concurrent commodity that houses the dead. But nobody can really see the continuity of plainness that continues all around, why, it is a continuum. But the good old days of merriment are behind us: only freedom amounts to simplicity. The validity of Reason is limited, but harrowing dangers return us to the present and this connects us to the pristine presidium of collatoral redundancies, that will forever aid us in our valiant attempt to overpower the enemy, And the enemy is everywhere, goddammit.

#the matrix #unnaturalness #electricity

[intrepidradish]

Media: Dragon Ball Z

Year/my age: 2002/12

What drew me to the media:

I came home from highschool everyday and had a small tv with a built in vhs in my closet. It was 4:30pm and toonami was on Cartoon Network. I watched the entire Cell Saga and Majin Boo like a fiend. It was a shitton of episodes! Ugh. It's almost impossible to watch all the way through now, but maybe because as an adult I want like...more plot motivated writing. One of the best fanfic foder aspects of DBZ is that so much is left open to interpretation. I didn't question the filler episodes as a kid. I just liked all the muscles and screaming. The animation/manga style remains super duper fun. But mostly I found DBZ memorable because of Vegeta. I got truly invested in him as a character, because for most of DBZ, he really lets you down. I think TV shows love to harp on tropes for children, ie the bad man becomes a good man and all his values change to match the good characters *sparkles*, because they think morally those are the stories that should be told to children. Which is sad, honestly. Vegeta doesn't fall into that arc. He remains...kind of a bitch... and his character arch is fantastic and long and hard and he fucks up a lot and he doesn't really apologize for any of it. This was amazing to see as a preteen. Teaching failure to a child is really hard, and I think that America's school system is really bad at even attempting to. But failure is super important. Because all of life that child cum adult is going to fail, and its going to suck.

What made me a fan:

In college, I did another pass of DBZ, and whoa, developing adult horny brain really went into spiral knots wondering...so what the fuck... Bulma and Vegeta... had sex? They made a child. They made Trunks. So they had sex, right? I think this is pretty common a reaction. And as soon as you think that, well... the next step is... 'wait wait wait, how did they have sex? why did they have sex? what did that even look like?' And that's what sends you scouring the internet at 1am in your underwear (covertly, because you're in a dormitory with three other roommates).

I wish I could put to language what is it about romance that sends people into fandom holes. Romance is really important to fandom. I think it has something to do with how regimented relationships are in mass media. They aren't diverse. Most main stream romance is very streamlined and never gets into the messy odd bits without being labeled as some kind of edgy cusp drama. I don't know. But relationships seem to be the spring board for fandom hijinks. I'm all about it. I'd rather have fake blorbo relationships in my brain to obsess over than the real world. That shit gets you into trouble.

Oh god, and what an indicator of future dispositions. If you get into the Vegebul fandom, a lot of them are rape stories (because god forbid, a woman could want a shitty asshole alien man to bone at night. Bulma has her own set of problems, specifically with vanity being high up there). But yeah they were hot and I was pretty ashamed about the whole thing.

I was such a baby then.

Have I written fanfiction for it?

YES. One winter vacation, I wrote a 40 page fanfiction. This was probably in 2010? It was UNFINISHED, but I was incredibly sweaty the entire time, trying to build up to a spanking scene. (Yes, 40 pages of build up for spanking. I'm embarrassed for myself.) My computer crashed and the entire document was corrupted. My first fanfic was lost. RIP

Opinion on the fandom:

Pretty chill. I didn't interact with it much besides reading secretly. Originally, I was reading on fanfiction.net. When I came back to it years later (once again after college, I got my husband into it) I was reading fanfic for it on Ao3. I run into other Vegebul's periodically. They are all in their late twenties, early-late thirties. I follow someone here on tumblr that wrote this fantastic long series (100+ chapters) called Pillow Talk which is on Ao3. It's fucking incredible about showing the ups and downs, ins and outs of their relationship, because they do wind up together in canon (which is wild).

The most recent interaction I had was in the kink community, which was like *sigh* 'god, we are so fucking predictable, aren't we?' We had a good laugh! But he was trans masc too, chilling in a femme body, so we clicked right away about it.

I also remember I had an annoying conversation with my stepbrother once about tattoos. I don't have any, so they were asking why I don't. I said "If I started to get tattoos it would be a slipper slop before I start making bad decisions like getting a full Vegeta arm sleeve." Their mouths twisted in that judging you face and said "yeah don't do that." Like...ahem. My point exactly.

I think people get pretty judgy in general about Vegebuls because its a 90s kid's show, and its not a very good one. But being a Vegebul is kind of like... realizing your parents have sex. It's part of 'coming of age'.

Would I participate again:

Hell yeah, I would. Once a Vegebul always a Vegebul. The biggest hurdle for me would be catching up on all the new material. I watched Dragon Ball Super and found it lackluster. GT was so bad, I cannot. Something that's commonly an issue for me is the amount of subject material required to understand a story in fanfiction. I'll get into it later with other fandoms, but if the lore gets too big, I suddenly don't know how to participate.

Master post

#my personal take

[prettiestcowgirl]

all i’ve ever wanted was a home that would be there when i returned; something i had control of and maintained. i am realizing that i am weak in my nerves and in my heart and i crave a home’s consistency, stability, and steadiness. a place to hide myself. i want to build a place that others feel safe in too.

i’ve found solace in other people’s homes my entire life. i’ve had a room everywhere i went. i’ve had so much love from complete strangers. i want to pour my filled cup back into the world. i am angry that im investing. im angry that im branding or whatever the fuck im doing. i am angry that im in an industry built on vanity and self-indulgence, but i remember that i have to play by the rules of a game i was born into. if i want to help others i have to put the life jacket on myself. once i have abundance i can take care of everyone around me. 

it sounds very trivial, but i want to keep cupcakes in those glass holders on my counter. i’d tell my guests to help themselves and send them home with full stomachs. 

#headspace

[ravenmolars]

The Backrooms

The strip club, or simply The House, as they like to call it, is a dark, sad thing that seemed to cave into itself. Its front felt small and easy to overlook despite being substantially bulkier than all the shops and storefronts selling winter coats and expensive looking suits. The door was shut but I could hear the music, the voices, the occasional explosive laughter, the way it spoke “come in, come in”, cinnamon-dusted into the chilly wind. Frosted glass flanked it on either side, dancing with scarlet, pink, electric blue. A group of young men-they looked to be somewhere in their twenties-jostled their way into the door, whooping and giggling. For a moment there was an explosion of sound and strobing neon hues. A second later it would have shut onto itself. I slipped in after them.

It felt like hitting a wall, or diving into a pool, or being smothered by so much velvet there was the real danger of choking. The air was thick with perfume but also sweat and the smell of human bodies. It felt alien in the middle of winter. Sultry music bounced off the dark walls, the rafters above crisscrossed by metal beams, the entire floor shook with it. The walls were lined with leather sofas, each one curved into itself so it formed its own little pocket. Lights hanging from the ceiling illuminated the bodies sitting, or crouched, or lying on their backs in them, dressed in all sorts of clothing, some less than others. Those were where the giggles came from. More sofas lined the entire floor, spotlights and strobe lights cast multicolored spots across the faces that occupied them. I was surprised to find that there were several girls among the crowd, young women who seemed more or less my age, each one glued to the elevated stage that took up the middle of the room. A metal pole ran through the floor, gleaming until it connected with the ceiling above, a dancer twirled with one leg hooked around it, dressed in fishnets and the type of scarlet lacy lingerie they show in Victoria’s Secret stores. Her eyes were closed, lips only slightly parted as if lost in bliss. I found myself studying her face, the shape of her chin, the curve of her mouth, the length of her dark hair, anything that would impart familiarity.

“Don’t be silly.” Spoke a voice in the back of my head.

Usually the flight of stairs leading to the second floor would be closely guarded. The bouncers still stood around, a middle-aged man built like a brick wall and a slightly younger woman who looked just as muscular. Both were dressed in dark shirts that looked oddly out of place for the season. I had to thank myself for choosing the perfect time-it was past nine, the floor was packed with bodies that milled around like a can of worms, their clothes shown purple, violet, burgundy and orange, crawling with colors, some glittered while others seemingly glowed from within. The bouncers scanned the crowd but their gaze glided over faces before skipping to the next. I slipped up the staircase at the first chance.

The laughter became muffled, fading into background noise. The music had stopped, something was being said over the loudspeaker. There was a wooden hallway on the second floor, lined by doors. Most were shut, some had lights shining from the crack beneath them, not sultry and neon like downstairs but the sterile glow from fluorescent lamps. I heard voices behind some of them-those were the ones I made sure to skirt past, tip-toeing until I reached the end of the hallway.

The door was like any other of the backrooms, wooden, plain and without markings. “Please.” I found myself pleading, as I turned the handle and gave it a gentle push. It swung inwards with a gentle creak.

“Thank god.”

The room was small but surprisingly well furnished. A desk took up one wall, various articles of makeup neatly sorted in shiny dark boxes or sparkling bottles, as were things that seemed entirely unrelated to vanity. A lamp stood proudly on one end, half-obscuring the mirror that reflected the dresser opposite to it, its drawers open but the contents folded in compact squares. The floor was swept spotless, the walls a faded-out dull green but they had the texture of fresh paint. A bed took up the far side, the blanket folded into an immaculate rectangle like everything else in the room. The window above was frosted over, the streets below throwing ocher, plum and sunset blooms.

I found myself restless for the next hour, shifting between the chair propped in front of the desk and the sheets of her bed, touching the articles of clothing as if they would bring back memories of her skin, the muffled music from downstairs came and went, the laughter and whooping grew, as did the blossoms on the window, people going on their pre-Christmas shopping spree. The clock struck ten.

I heard footsteps climbing the stairs. The seconds seemed to stretch to minutes, then hours. The door swung open.

She was wearing silver high-heels, the type I’ve never seen on her before, and dark stockings, with a matching dark lingerie. But it was her face that caught my eye, the curve of her eyebrows, her hair longer than I remembered but the same dark chocolate, the contour of her chin, the startled O of her mouth.

“Becca?”

“Jay.” I said, the name came out as a croak. My eyes stung. Something in my chest felt like it had swollen to the point of bursting.

“Oh my god, you aren’t supposed to be here.” She closed the door but her hands were shaking as they sank into her hair. She stumbled to the desk, the tremor very noticeable in her legs. I didn’t even remember when I had thrown my arms around her, my cheek pressed to hers.

“You have to leave, you can’t stay here.” Her voice came out in strained gasps, as if they were bowing under pressure.

“It’s okay, babe, it’s okay.”

“Fuck, don’t ever pull this on me again, you understand?” The last line of defense had failed, her words shuddered as she pressed her tears into mine.

“I promise baby, I won’t, I promise.”

And then our lips were on each other, and the walls seemed to mix with the floor and the eggshell ceiling, we didn’t so much stumble rather hurl into the sheets like dancing comets, the blankets losing their form as the world spun, as the half-lidded darkness fused into our skin and for a moment it felt like the world would no longer matter anymore.

 

Tendrils of smoke curled and snaked like vines, up, up they said, until lost somewhere among the rafters, wisps that untangled and tangled like the bedsheets and our arms and legs. I felt Jay’s gentle breath on my neck.

“You want one?” I ask.

“I gave up some time ago.”

“You never told me.”

“Lots of things I haven’t told you.”

She stirred. The melancholic music I arrived to had been replaced by a primal, bellicose tune that drowned out even the muffled chatter. Occasionally a shrieking laugh pierced through the building. I wondered what kind of fun they were having.

“What’s it like being here?”

“Hm?”

“What’s it like being here.”

Her eyelids were pressed close. A memory shot at me from the dark and I felt my chest ache.

“You’re worried about me again, aren’t you?”

“Yea.”

“You should stop that.”

“I can’t. I try so hard but I can’t.”

“Because you’re scared?”

“Yes.” I say, turning my head to glance at her face. Her eyes were still closed, so tranquil as to betray sleep if it weren’t for the curl of her lips, the suggestion of a smile. “I’m scared.”

“You know I was more afraid than you when I came here, but it turned out okay in the end. Our boss gave me a place to sleep, the food’s not bad. She’s a nice person too. The other girls here are also really nice. We help each other all the time. You ought to meet them one day.”

I chuckled. “Not when I still think about you.”

I felt her twirling my hair around her finger, gently tugging on it the way she did all those years ago. “Then stop thinking about me.”

I sighed. Her arm had come to rest just below my neck and I drew circles on the back of her hand. “There was a game I started playing with myself. I thought that if I was preoccupied with something I would have less time to think of you, so I started doing stuff. At first I thought I would go on a walk, or do some extra cleaning around the house. How long could I go without looking back? Then I started working extra hours at the office, I got a part-time job for the weekends and I would push myself until I collapsed when I got home. In the end I even started dating again, none of it worked. I would think about holding your hand, or telling you about the day when I was tired or making dumb jokes. When I look at someone else’s face I would pick up things that remind me of you. Even my dreams felt like they had something to do with you, Jay. I tried so hard but none of it works.”

“So you tracked me down.”

“I tracked you down, because I thought I would go crazy if I didn’t.”

She didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even sigh.

“I’m sorry, Jay. I’m sorry for scaring the living shit out of you. I promise it’ll never happen again.”

There was a crash from downstairs. Angered yelling, a male voice, then giggling, amused whoops. A motorcycle blazed past from far away, sinking into the night.

“Say Jay, have you ever thought of leaving?”

The tugging on my hair stopped. Subtly I felt the flesh under the her arm tense. She sat up at the side of the bed, hands clasped, her back turned to me. I didn’t know if she had put her bra back on or if I had never taken it off in the first place.

It was a long time before she spoke. “What makes you think I want to leave?”

“Sweetie, I know you don’t want to. But maybe leaving for a better job would give you a chance to have so much more.”

“Who the hell would hire me? A single mother trying to raise a four year old with no house, not even a car. It would only be a matter of time before they find out I’m with another girl.”

“You have to give it a shot.”

“What for?” There was a snarl in her voice. “So I can move in with you and whatever kind of bullshit happened last time would repeat itself again? And when that happens you can just sneak right over so you never get to be lonely anyway.”

I kept silent. I really didn’t know what to say. The pause was so long it felt like the wind was leaking in, freezing the air.

“I’m sorry.” She said, finally, turning to face me. Her makeup running down her cheeks in smeared streaks. “I didn’t mean to hur-”

“It’s okay. Last time was my fault.”

A hand reached from across the sheets, touching my middle finger, then the knuckle of my index finger until all of mine were interwoven with hers.

“What I mean is that you have to understand that I don’t have much in terms of choices. I have to feed Max, and I have to keep him safe. I won’t know what to do if something happens to him. And this place-this place isn’t all that bad when you get to know it. At least it’s warm, there’s a roof above our heads and it’s only a short walk from where he’s is staying. Not even counting that it pays well, at least for now.”

I ran my thumb over her index finger. There was a scar there, a pale half-moon. Something I had noticed long ago but never found the opportunity to ask.

“I should be the one saying sorry. If it weren’t for me you would still have that old job. Max would still be with you and you wouldn’t have to worry about all this.”

“It’s not your fault. We were just...stupid. Neither of us would have seen this coming.”

“I’m the one being stupid. I didn’t know you had more important things to worry about. I underestimated how much people would judge you.”

“And I didn’t actually know you when I said I wanted this relationship. You told me you had a big hole inside you that needed to be filled, I thought you meant that as only a joke. I thought I would be the one giving out love and not the the other way around, so when it happened I had no idea what to do.”

“I couldn’t help it-I couldn’t help giving you all that, because without you my life wouldn’t make any sense.”

“But deep down, you still knew that something was wrong, that you can’t always be hyperfocused on what you think I need.”

Bells sounded from somewhere down the street. It was strange, to say the least, how similar yet utterly distinct the two types of laughter were. One was closer but muffled by wood, metal, writhing bodies, entirely carnal. The other was from outside, the only true separation being a single sheet of glass, and distance. Crisp and carefree.

“You also have to consider what I actually need.”

There was a gruff knock on the door. I jumped. Jay sprang from the bed, scrambling for a towel draped over a chair.

“Shit! I forgot the time!”

“Who is it?”

“You have to hide.” She flung open the dresser, dark satin dresses, lacy underwear and a dozen other articles of clothing I couldn’t name peaked from inside.

“Get in.”

I crossed the distance from the bed in what felt like a single, bounding gallop. Sinking into the fabric just as the door creaked open.

“Crystal?” It was a husky male voice.

“Yeah?” Jay spoke in a way I’ve never heard from her, high and chirpy. Like a bird.

“You’re up in ten minutes.”

“M-hmm. Will Tara be there?”

“She told me she isn’t feeling quite right, probably the flu. You’ll have to do without her. And put your uniform on”

“Okay.”

The door closed. I peaked my head out from the jungle of clothing, almost colliding with her forehead.

“Crystal?”

“My stage name. You gotta put these back on.” She said, throwing me a black and gray ball that I recognized as a pile of my own clothes.

I wasn’t sure what surprised me more next, the fact that I managed to get dressed in a little under five minutes or Jay putting on lacy socks, do her hair, reapply makeup, and what felt like ten other things in about the same time frame.

“Listen, going downstairs right now is way too dangerous.” She said, just as I was slipping on my boots. “You’ll have to wait until I’m onstage. Your best chance is when everyone’s eyes are on me, got it?”

“Yea.” She was already stepping out the door.

“Jay!”

“hmm, Baby?”

“Please stay in my life.”

I knew it was a plea. She paused, one hand still clutching the doorknob. She knew it was a plea, too.

Only half of her face was visible. Her lips quivered. Something in her eyes spoke of vulnerability, Something in them spoke of holding back tears. But it was only there for an instant. Like slipping on a mask the flesh in her face hardened, replaced by the resolution I had known and loved about her for so long.

Violet and teal spots danced across the wall behind her.

“I will.”

And with that, the door clicked shut between us.

#writng #writeblr #creative writing #original writing #romance #nonfiction #short story #short stories

[kangtaebins]

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#ykw gets me 🧍🏻‍♀ #it's that anytime my dad needs help w smth physical/handy he asks my brother #or when he's about to do smth he tells my brother to watch him so he knows how #but not me #and I'm just #i know more about shit than my brother does #why don't you ask me to help you putting shit together #i built an entire vanity by myself #i put my bookshelf and nightstand together by myself #i know how to do shit bc i had to teach myself why don't you ask for my help #he had to take this rack around the house and asked my brother to help him while i was literally standing right there #i literally 'oh no don't mind me i apparently can't carry a light ass rack' #my mom even 'why didn't you ask her she was right there' #he just 'oh i didn't think you'd want to' #like you didn't a s k #irritating as hell no wonder a lot of women grow up not knowing hoe to do/fix things around the house until they're on their own #like why is that such a common thing #teach your girls like you do boys #ask your girls to help you like you do boys #and teach boys what you only teach girls too #i don't understand how household things can be gendered it's- literally things everyone should know how to do #god damn #anyways i ended up helping him but not bc he originally wanted me to but bc he felt bad after i pointed it out :/

[dddytoji]

my pet

notes: naoya x fem!reader x toji // this is my first time writing a smut and my first jjk work as well so please give me any constructive feedback! (shout out to my best friend for being my editor and helping me out with this self indulgent one shot!) please enjoy! :)

word count: 4,438

warnings: 18+ NSFW; dub con, degrading, insulting, misogyny, pet play/master, slapping, spitting, pegging, cock sounding/stuffing, naoya x reader x toji, etc

You were going to a regular family dinner with your fiancé, Naoya Zenin. You were seated waiting for Naobito and Naoya to begin dinner. "Well we're just waiting on one more person for tonight's dinner." Naobito stated with a bit of distaste. He took a long sip of his sake. You peered at Naoya who looked irritated at the idea of whomever it was would be sharing a meal with the rest of you.

"I'm getting tired of waiting so let's dig in, we can't just wait on him." Naobito said, beginning to eat his food. You waited for Naoya to also have his first bite before you proceeded to eat as well. "She's such a good wom-" Naoya began before he was interrupted by the door sliding open.

"Ah, pardon the interruption." The man said walking in and seating himself right across Naoya with a small thud. He was a very well built man. Your ears burned red from seeing the way he was structured. He was more attractive than Naoya, if you so boldly admitted to yourself. "Oh, is this lady Naoya's wife to be?" The dark haired man questioned as he ate his food.

Naoya seemed more agitated, allowing Naobito to answer instead. "That's correct." Quietly, you ate your food keeping your eyes glued to the dinner in front of you. "I'm Toji, what's your name?" Toji asked you as you looked up to meet his eyes for a moment before answering politely. "Y/n," You spoke back, noticing how his face was rough with a certain gentleness when seeing it clearly.

"You need not speak to my fiancé so directly." Naoya responded staring at Toji with hooded eyes, the tone of his voice underlined with anger. "Eh? Well then how am I to speak to her?" Toji asked puzzledly, pointing his chopsticks at Naoya. Naoya replied, "Through me. She is a woman after all and mine at that."

Toji let out a hard taunting laugh. "Toji!" Naobito yelled, taking another drink of the sake bottle now in his hand. You jumped at the sudden loud voice. "Fine, fine," Toji sighed with his eyes now hooded, "but she's not even yours yet what makes you think she'll last long enough to actually stay with you. She doesn't even know if you're even capable of making her c-'' Toji was cut off by Naoya who gripped his shirt collar.

"Naoya," You spoke, grabbing his sleeve lightly, "please do not lower yourself to his level." Naoya removed his eyes from Toji's and glared back at you. Glancing back at Toji he shoved his chest and he let go of his shirt. "You're right," Naoya spoke with a distasteful tone as he glared at Toji, "I shouldn't lower myself to the level of gravel like him."

Toji scoffed a smirk playing along onto his handsome lips, "Seems like your woman knows how to restrain your leash." Chuckling, Toji shoved more rice into his mouth.

"If anyone has a leash on any one, it's me on her." Naoya responded back, taking a drink of the rice wine in his cup. Your ears burned with fury listening to Naoya speak about you in that form. You were no one's leashed pet, especially not his. You weren't even his wife yet and he already speaks of you in this way? Audacity. That's all he had. You were only obedient enough to be respected and not get insulted.

You kept up a gentle and sweet act in order to live a peaceful life in this stern household. "Naoya, I am no pet to be owned." You replied back to him in a calm and stoic tone while looking straight ahead. "She's got a point there." Toji agreed, while swallowing the food in his mouth.

Naoya turned your head to him by grabbing your chin forcefully. "No woman, especially you, shall speak to me in that manner. If I say you're a pet, then you're a fucking pet." He spat at you angrily while pushing your face away from him while releasing your jaw.

Taking a deep breath you stood up from your seat, "If you'll excuse me, I have finished my meal and will be heading back to my quarters." You announced, exiting the room without a glance back at the men sitting at the table. Toji was slightly shocked at the scene that just happened in front of him. The black haired man glances at Naoya to see his reaction.

"Pathetic woman." is all Naoya says out loud as you leave the room still being in earshot of you. You balled your fists hearing his comment.

Naobito who is also a bit shocked speaks up, "Well I think I'll be taking my leave as well." The head of the clan leaves the room with a bottle of sake in his hand.

"Go fucking apologize," Toji barks to Naoya with a bitter tone. "No, why should I? She's the one who's acting out of place." Naoya retorted, taking another drink from his cup. "You're gonna go apologize, cuz I said you are." Toji gritted out, Naoya glared at him angrily.

• • •

You had just arrived at your quarters and slammed your bedroom door shut. You were infuriated that you couldn't say anything. "What I would do to have that man on all fours in front of me." You said bitterly through gritted teeth. You began removing your kimono, annoyed at the fact that you had to wear these damn things daily.

Opening your closet door you are greeted by more kimonos and only slip on dresses to sleep in. You spotted the black box on the bottom corner of the closet. Maybe some self-pleasure would relieve my frustration. You shook your head against the thought and just grabbed the black slip-on dress.

Walking over to your vanity you removed any residue of the day's stress. You got yourself changed and ready for bed. Finally letting your hair down, you settle yourself into a futon that was placed on the ground in the middle of your room.

As you try to put your thought-full mind at ease to get some sleep, you hear the entrance door slide open then shut. Shuffling noises are heard then right after the sound of footsteps creeping to the door of your room hit the wooden floor boards.

Sitting up immediately you go to grab your robe hooked near the door as you slip it on you hear, "I'm coming in, woman." You hear Naoya's voice echo with a dejected sigh. The door slides open, revealing Naoya standing there with his arms crossed.

He's a bit shocked seeing you standing in front of him in only your open robe and your slip dress on. His face flushes and he looks away, "Put something decent on, woman."

"Woman?" You question. You were now at your wits end with him for the night. "Eh? Do I have to wear something decent in my bedroom? You came here at an indecent time, Naoya." You angrily spat poking his chest.

He looked at you now in disbelief that quickly morphed into anger. He grabbed the wrist of the hand poking his chest. "I guess it seems like you don't know your place tonight," Naoya hissed, walking you back into your bedroom getting closer to the futon that laid on the ground.

"No, it seems like you don't know yours." You mocked knocking him down to his knees and lifting his chin to look up at you. Through the faint bit of moonlight seeping through your window, you were able to see his appalled expression.

"Why you-" Grabbing his cheeks and squishing them together, you stopped all other words ready to come out of his mouth.

He grabbed your wrist with both of his hands. Before he could do anything; in a swift motion you removed the robe's waist tie and tied it around Naoya's wrists. You were surprised that you managed to tie his wrists as quickly as you did.

Holding his wrists above his head, "Tonight, I'll train you on how to be a good little bitch for your master." You growled out, releasing his face and pushing it away. "You crazy whore, let me go." Naoya swore in anger, his entire body trembled in rage as you stood looking down at him.

Pulling him down by his wrists that you were still holding, you made him land on his elbows with a thud to the ground. You laughed menacingly, walking towards the closet and pulling out the black box in the corner. "You think this is funny? You fucking cunt!" Naoya screamed at you as you walked back over to him.

You used your foot to lift his head, "It is, especially when this is how we'll be experiencing our first night together." You smiled innocently. Opening the box and emptying the contents; some toys, bottles of lube, and condoms came falling out.

Naoya looked at you stunned in fear after seeing the contents of the box displayed on the ground. "You dumb worthless wench! What do you think you're gonna do?!" He howled, anger seething through his expression. You bent down to grab his face and slapped him.

"A dog does not speak unless ordered to." Naoya's anger made his body quake. The fact you dared to speak to him in that form and to even slap him was unacceptable and ludicrous.

"Untie me you stupid whore before I decide to kill you!" Naoya cursed glaring daggers at you. You slapped him again across his face then again, and again, then again one more time.

"YOU FUCKING SLUT! UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW SO I CAN KILL YOU!" Naoya was furious at this point. You stood up and kicked his side hard enough for him to land on his back.

"I told you, I will be training you on how you should obey your master." Reaching for the collar and leash that was mixed on the ground with the other toys, you sat on him pulling at his blonde hair to lift his head from the pillow making it easier to place the collar around his neck. you smiled in love with the view of seeing him under your control.

"Get that shit off me!" Naoya demanded. Grabbing his chin you brushed your thumb pad across his bottom lip. "Now, Why would I do that? You look so good with it on. Like a proper pet." You leaned closer to him enough to let his lips brush yours.

Grinning, you whispered lowly in his ear, "The way you look right now turns me on so much." You proceeded to give him a soft kiss on his jawline. Swallowing hard, Naoya looked at you with his rage filled eyes. Awaiting what else you'd do, and how far you'd think of going.

As you slide yourself lower on him, your womanhood sat directly on his dick. Undoing his top you opened it exposing his well-built chest. Now sitting on his dick it hit you, that he was aroused.

"Well look at what we have here my slutty pet? Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this." You grind your womanhood down on his growing bulge making Naoya's breath hitch in his throat.

You positioned yourself in between his legs with his legs on either side of your hips. "This shit is not turning me on you fucking slut." Naoya said insultingly. You removed his pants and then traced a finger on the outline of his underwear where his bulge stood out. Judging By the tent in his underwear alone, you could tell that the blonde man was huge.

"Calling me a slut when you're the one whos leaking." You poke at the tip of his dick where a small wet spot has been created from precum. Naoya had no retort for what you said, all he can do is grit his teeth in anger as you pull off his underwear. His cock springs up, the night air hitting his exposed member. You run a finger from the base of his cock to the tip.

You are just a tad bit shocked at how large his cock is. Maybe this was what he traded for instead of having a decent personality. "Well, just know I'm not nice enough to let you cum anytime soon." You commented as you reached for some lube and the beaded sound laying on the floor.

Naoya shook his head seeing the metal beaded rod in your hand he already assumed what your intentions were. "I'll make sure it doesn't hurt too much, darling." You scoffed at the word ‘darling’ leaving your lips. After having lubed up the sound you stroked Naoya's cock with your free hand to get him to relax.

As soon as he seemed more relaxed you spread the opening of his cock and started placing the beaded sound into his opening. Naoya's eyes widened, filling with tears at the foreign object being inserted into his cock. "FUCK! YOU INSANE PSYCHO BITCH!!" He bellowed out as you slowly pushed the sound into him.

After a few more curses and muffled cries, it was fully in. "Now, that wasn't too bad." You gave him a gentle smile. You stroke his dick gently feeling it twitch in your grasp. Naoya looked at you with fuming glossy eyes.

Tracing your fingers up and down his abdomen you felt just how toned he was, maybe not as buff as another certain Zenin but nicely toned. Your fingers slowly went to tease his nipples rubbing them in a circular motion.

Naoya lowered his arms down to move your hands away, "I'm not a woman! Do not pla-'' Before he could finish you pulled on the leash attached to his collar yanking him towards your face.

"If its only a place to tease women, then why is your dick twitching like a dog in heat?" You breathe out amused. Taking that moment you grab his face spitting on him. Standing up you removed your robe along with the slip dress leaving you only in some black lace-trimmed panties.

Naoya's face began to burn a crimson red, this was the first time he has ever seen your body naked. He had never seen you so exposed and bare like this, he hated to admit how much he loved the way your body looked lightly lit by the moonlight. You placed yourself back in between his legs once again grabbing the lube, you poured it on Naoya's cock letting it flood down between his ass.

Using one hand to stroke his dick while your other hand slid in between his ass. He froze sensing your second hand's action. "Don't you fucking dare you lowly whore!" He barked, his eyes widening in anger as you smirked and proceeded in plugging your index and middle finger in him. "I already let you stuff my dick! You damn lunatic!!" Naoya fumed as you resumed.

"You have no place to talk when you're g-spot is literally in your ass bitch." You sneered going further in him and spreading him out. As you began to pump into him with your fingers spreading him in the process. He muffled his moans and whimpers by biting his lip.

You let go of his dick and slapped it. "I never said not to make noise, bark for your master, disobedient bitch." You commanded as he let out a sharp gasp. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as you added another finger.

Proceeding to pump into him faster, making him arch his back and causing his breathing to become erratic. "S-Stop please!" He moans out, finally you had managed to hit his prostate.

"Call me master and I might consider your request, useless dog." You growled at him, pulling out your fingers. Naoya shuddered at the release of your fingers from his now begging hole. You were about to grab your strap on when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

Frozen in place for a second, you placed a finger to your lips signaling Naoya to keep quiet, "May I ask who?" You called out as you glanced at Naoya to make sure he kept his mouth shut. Surely he wouldn't want to get caught in this situation.

"Uh, it's me Toji, I wanted to make sure Naoya didn't upset you more than he already has," Toji responded from the other side. Your mouth formed a small 'o' as you glanced back at Naoya. A smirk forms on your pretty plump lips. Naoya scowled at you and at Toji's response.

"He hasn't upset me further, but please come in." Naoya shakes his head furiously, obviously he didn't want to be seen below a woman nor did he want Toji to see his woman exposed. "Alright, I'm coming in." Toji slid the door open slowly, his head peered into the room. The dark haired male was in shock after witnessing Naoya and yours position on the futon.

"Would you care to join us?" You proposed a bit of a gleam in your eyes. Toji froze for a moment but then proceeded to walk in without saying a word, closing the door behind him. He gripped at the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head making his way over, revealing his buff and sculpted build.

"You're into this shit!?" Naoya questioned as he saw Toji approaching you from behind. "Did I order you to speak?" You questioned, slapping his cock. Naoya flinched at the action inhaling a sharp breath.

Toji chuckled looking down at Naoya, "Seeing you getting treated like dirt by such a pretty lady, kinda tickles my taste." Toji sank onto his knees behind you.

"I'm gonna do what you haven't and fuck your woman," Toji smirked taking your breast into his hands, you could feel the rough callouses on his hands as they groped your breast. You sensed the bigger man's muscles flex against your bare back.

You bit your lip as you felt his hands roam your body. Naoya's body shook with enmity, "Get your fucking hands off of her you fucking bastard!" He demanded trying to sit himself up.

You grabbed the leash and pulled him up as close as possible to your face, "You're going to shut the fuck up and watch your master get her cunt fucked." You hissed cupping his face with your other hand. Kissing his lips roughly Naoya returned the kiss back with the same roughness. Ending the kiss you pushed him back down onto the futon.

Toji continued to explore your body with his hands. He let soft kisses touch your nape, slowly making his way to your left shoulder. His left hand was groping your right breast while his right hand wandered down inside your black panties.

"Wow, you're fucking wet," Toji breathed into your ear his deep voice causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His fingers quickly found your clit and he began to massage it in a circular motion. He was gentle with his motion, but going at a steady pace just enough to make your body tremble with enjoyment.

You let out soft moans as he let his hands pleasure and unwind you. "On all fours pretty lady," Toji commanded, you followed his orders and positioned yourself on all fours. Your face was now in front of Naoya's throbbing cock.

The blonde man watched as you were bottomed out by Toji, this view infuriated him. He hated seeing Toji as the one you were submitting to, Naoya's frustration grew by each tortuous second. Toji proceeded to remove the garment inclosing your soaking pussy. The chill night air hitting your womanhood made you gasp softly.

Toji laid on his back his head in between your legs underneath you. You let out a moan as soon as you felt Toji's tongue start to lap your soaking pussy.

Naoya's dick began to twitch again hearing your moans get louder. It was making him more eager to have you touch him. "Fuck." Naoya exhaled.

"Tastes so fucking good," Toji moaned between each lap of his tongue gripping your thighs. He used his fingers to enter your hole, "Loosen up for me, princess." Gasping loudly, you gripped the sheets of the futon as his fingers began to pump in and out of your pussy.

You let your body move on it's own, fucking yourself on his thick fingers. "Y/n! Fuck please." Naoya breathed out desperately. Your mouth opened as you began to tongue Naoya's cock not wanting to deprive him too much.

In reality, you wanted to take Naoya's full cock in our mouth, but since you were in the midst of training this misbehaved dog, maybe another time.

"I'm going to cum!" You screamed as you came all over Toji's fingers, your legs trembling from the sensation. The dark haired male made sure to clean up all of your spilling juices with his mouth.

Toji repositioned himself on his knees and pulled you up by your arms so you were on your knees again. "Can't believe Naoya hasn't had the pleasure to enjoy your taste." Toji smirked and looked at Naoya, he grabbed your chin so he could kiss you.

"Taste yourself, my lady." Toji bit your bottom lip making you open your mouth allowing his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. Pulling away you smiled innocently seeing Naoya's flushed face due to him being probably mad or frustrated, whatever it was you liked the expression.

"I have to give my pet the rest of his training and if he takes it well he can fuck his master's cunt next time too." You grabbed the strap on and put it on yourself, making Naoya flip and position himself with his ass up.

You proceeded to grab the lube and spanking paddle, placing the lube on Naoya to make it easier on yourself and him to slip in. Naoya was surprisingly being very complacent now, maybe seeing how Toji satisfied you made him want to do the same.

While you prepped Naoya, Toji removed his pants and underwear, tossing them to the side with the mess of clothing scattered on the floor. The heavenly carved man used his hand to pump his throbbing hard cock, getting it ready to fuck the life out of you.

"Time for some training bitch." You said sliding the attached dildo into Naoya. You hear his muffled gasp, you used the paddle to spank the blonde male's ass. Naoya jerked his head to the side at the shutter of pain coming from his ass. "Your master wants to hear her slutty pet moan, so refrain from keeping quiet." You ordered spanking him again.

Finally you were fully taken in by Naoya you then began pumping into his plump ass. You started at a slow enough pace to let Toji insert himself inside you.

You felt his cock fill you up. He was big and his girth filled your tight pussy. Your walls clenched around his cock almost about to cum from him just entering you. Toji gripped your waist, "No cumming this easily, my lady." He hummed into your ear.

Snapping back your head nodding at his command and you happily continue thrusting into Naoya. Picking up the pace Toji met you with the same rhythm while his left hand was placed on your neck gently squeezing the sides with his fingers and thumb.

His right hand squeezed and groped your left breast; with your hand on Naoya's waist to keep your pace steady. Naoya's grunts and moans echoed through the dimly lit room as you begin to hit his prostate.

"Please stop!" Naoya whimpered as he starts to feel the immense pleasure from having you fuck him. Toji's grunts and moans get louder filling the room as well. "Please, please! I hate you! You fucking piece of shit woman!!" Naoya cursed through waves of pleasure.

You used the paddle to reprimand him for cursing. You're able to see the tint of his ass get redder with the little bit of moonlight peaking in, it was a full moon out tonight and your body and mind were in bliss.

You kept thrusting, hitting Naoya's prostate repeatedly, "I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Let me cum please!" Naoya pleaded out to you. Now you just had to see his expressions, imagining it when it was right in front of you wasn't sufficing. Toji kept his rhythm as he was also close to his peak.

Your smooth hand grabbed Toji's wrist to stop him as you halted your movements into Naoya. Pulling out of the blonde man, you flipped him over on his back. His face flushed and wet with tears, his eyes sparkling with wetness making the sadistic side of yourself excited.

Seeing him in that state made your pussy get wetter than it was already. Toji felt you squeeze around his cock at the view of your fiancé looking like a pathetic animal. You grabbed Naoya's cock and removed the beaded sound slowly from his flushed-pulsing cock.

With each of the beaded rod sliding out Naoya panted and moaning once it was fully extracted from his huge cock. "Please make me cum, Master." Naoya whined while looking at you completely bottomed out.

Your face blushed as you repositioned yourself back into Naoya. Toji started again as well once you got to a good pace. Picking up the speed of your thrusts, you were ready to make his dick unload the cum he had been building up.

Naoya was now shamelessly moaning and grunting as you were hitting his sweet spot repeatedly. He arched his back to feel each thrust you did. Deciding  to add to his pleasure you pumped his cock in your hand, making him throw his head back at the blissful feeling.

Toji kept thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot and making you throw your head back in satisfaction as well. Moans cascading out of your mouth a symphony. Your panted as your walls clenched around him as you were getting close to your orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" all three of your pleasured voices mixed at once as you reach your climax. Removing yourself from Naoya, his cum squirts all over his own chest.

Toji pulls out of you, cumming on your back all the while your legs tremble as you cum as well. "I fucking hated this," Naoya grunted out breathing heavily. You smirked at your fiancé and questioned him, "Wanna get your brains fucked again, you dumb crybaby pet?"

#jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #naoya x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x reader x toji #tw degradation #tw pet play #jujutsu kaisen x reader #reader insert #dub con

[katsubiatch]

Distant Shores-1

Summary: The heathens came to raid every year, stealing treasures and killing along the way. Your father was the King of Wessex and wanted to strike a deal with the heathens. The heathens and their ruthless numbers in exchange for some lands to farm, riches... and you. You are the Christian princess that is now to marry the Heathen King, a man that you're sure would rather kill you than marry you. This is going to be a miserable marriage.

A Viking!BakugouxReader fic.

Warnings: Arrange Marriage, general viking things, abusive father

They came every year, rowing to shore in their long boats with the intricately decorated dragon or serpent heads, shields of all colors decorating the sides. They would set up camp near the edges of the water, far enough to stay dry but not so far that they couldn't leave in a haste if need be. Violent in their tendencies and lacking the most simple of manners. Vulgar in their speech but carefree and happy. Men and women fighting side by side. They were tall, muscular, built like the gods they worshiped. Some with long hair that was braided back from their face, others with the sides shorn short and what was left was braided. Almost all had some sort of facial hair, minus the young ones desperately trying to grow it in, and if that was long enough it would be braided as well. Their clothing was not all together different from what you were used to. Perhaps not as ostentatious or gaudy as a he clothing around court. It was practical and useful, rather than just for show. Your father, the King of Wessex, was intrigued by these heathens as he called them. They had came ashore last year, destroying a few temples and killing all the holy men and women inside of them while stealing all the treasure inside, before taking their leave back to their homelands. It was interesting to say the least, though they had heard of these northmen before this was only the second time they had made camp on their shores. So In an effort of good faith your father decided to invite them to the castle, to talk he said. He wanted to strike a deal with them. He was going to offer a few things he thought they could not refuse. So he sent out a messenger to bring back their leaders for a feast. They spoke in a different tongue, looking at the women of court with lustful eyes as they ate. One man, who seemed to be their leader spoke up as he looked at the King. "What is it you have to offer me?" He spoke your language but it was choppy with the words out of place. You were surprised to find he knew the words at all. His hair was short on the sides, the rest braided back until it ended in a short pony tail. He had red eyes that you felt could pierce through anything or anyone. Scars littered his arms and bare chest, an axe and a sword at his hips. "Well, I am willing to offer some lands for you to do as you wish. Farm, build settlements. They are yours to do as you wish. I am also willing to offer you something more." The man said, grinning at the Viking earl. "I am offering my pure daughter, Y/N, to you." You. You were an offering. You always knew that your marriage would be arranged but you didn't think like this. To someone who had different customs, a different language, a different land someone who was different in almost every way possible. You wanted to throw up

The last thing that you thought your father was going to offer up was you. After all you were his only daughter and you figured that you would be married off to someone, a prince or lord in order for you father to gain some lands or troops for wars. Though you supposed this was kind of the same thing. The last thing that you expected was to be offered up to the Heathen King. You could feel his gaze on you, calculating red eyes watching your every move. You kept your eyes downcast, a habit from living in the castle for so long. You tried your hardest to hide the look of shock on your face, train it into a neutral expression.

"Well aren't you lucky, you get the Christian princess." One of the men next to the Heathen king spoke to him, in their language. One that you didn't understand.

"I have no need for a wife... but I could make it work. His proposition is interesting. I feel like he is going to double cross us."

The viking seemed to contemplate for a minute, hand rubbing over his chin as he looked you up and down before looking back at his men. "I will accept your offer, but I am surprised you would give up your virgin daughter to such a... heathen like myself." You could feel your face heat up at that, like they were talking about you without you even being there, despite the fact that you could feel the Vikings eyes on you the entire time.

"Well you are the man I need to make an alliance with right now." Your father stated, leaning back in his chair. "She will make a fine wife, I'm sure she can adjust to your ways." It became quite obvious to Bakugou that the king did not care about his daughter and what happened to her. He knew of the rumors that were spread about them. How they raped women and killed them when they no longer 'served their purpose.' He could tell you were scared but it seemed as though your father did not care.

"Then she will leave with us in the morning, we will be married under our Gods." Bakugou grunted, taking a long drink out of his cup, eyes never leaving your shaking frame. There was not much more that you could take, you didn't want to marry yet let alone a barbarian that you didn't even know. Someone who hardly spoke your language, who had different customs and Gods than you.

You excused yourself and made your way out of the hall, running as soon as you were out of sight. You couldn't slow your breaths, they were coming much too fast. You felt as though you were hyperventilating and needed to calm down. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe it would be okay. Once you made it to your room you had calmed down just a bit. You still did not want to marry this man. He looked cruel and would surely just have his way with you.

You sighed as you sat at your vanity, taking out the clips and pins that held your hair up in its complicated look. You supposed now you'd have to have it in the braids you saw on all the Viking women. You moved it back away from your face when you heard a knock on the door that caused your heart to race. You knew it was your father, sent to give you instructions that you didn't want to follow.

"Well, you embarrassed me out there. Running away like that, it's almost like you don't want to marry that brute." Your father hadn't waited for an answer to come in. "You have to make him happy, the last thing I want is them storming our shores because you're too stupid to please this man."

"Father I don't want to marry him. I do not know him and... and what if he kills me? You could marry me off to a prince from a neighboring land and they could offer your army to help if the viki,.." you started to say before you were struck against the cheek. The king of Wessex didn't like being told what to do, especially not by a woman.

"You will listen to what I have to say child, you will do as you are told, no questions. You will marry that brute and you will like it. Keep him pleased bed remind him of our treaty or I can send someone to remind you of your place." Your father threatened, pointing a finger in your face while you held your cheek and tears sprang out of your eyes. You had thought perhaps he had some shred of love left for you, however he just saw you as a bargaining chip.

That night you did not sleep well, tossing and turning. Dreaming about a pair of bright red eyes.

The next morning your maids had dressed your for the last time, putting you in a simple dress and cloak that wasn't too showy but was still made of fine fabrics that showed your status. A bruise had formed on your cheek from your fathers ring but that was something he didn't try to hide anymore. His daughter had a wild tongue according to him, and he needed to correct it. This wasn't the first time that he had struck you, but you were hopeful it would be the last. Unless of course your new husband was the same.

You were told you didn't need to pack anything, your husband to be would provide everything that you'd need. Least that is what they told your father. So down you went to where they were waiting, restless horses under even more restless men. They'd been giving plenty of gold and treasures to get them through the winter so they were eager to get back home. "Here she is, your future wife." The King said, presenting you to the Viking leader. You dared to look up at him, seeing the same eyes that had plagued your dreams. You watched his eyes flick around your face, lingering on your cheek before landing on your eyes. You soon looked away, not wanting to cause any new problems. It was the way you were raised, never look a man too long in the eyes. It was disrespectful. "She has some problems obeying but I am sure you can get her in line." The king winked befor pushing your towards the horse that Bakugou was on. He looked down at you before hoisting you on top of the beast to sit in front of him. Your face turned a bright pink, you'd never been this close to a man before, and his bare chest was burning into your back. You supposed that you'd have to get used to this if you were to be married soon.

Your father and future husband shared a few words with each other that you didn't pay attention to before you were off. The entire ride the few Vikings that had come along we're all talking in their own language, nothing that you understood but they seemed to be in good spirits, laughing and joking. You were lost in your own world, gently running your fingers over the horses mane before you heard the man behind you speak up. "What happened to your face?"

You weren't expecting it after how quiet he'd been for the entire ride so you jumped at the sudden noise behind you. You chewed on your cheek, deciding on an answer before landing on, "My father was correcting me. That is all." You weren't sure of the correct answer but that apparently wasn't it as you heard a grunt behind you and a small growl.

Before long you made it back to the Viking camp, which was mostly torn down at this point, bustling with activity. The boats were being packed, tents torn down and supplies being put up. You were in awe at how fast they worked, and were intrigued with the people and what they were doing. It was almost like a culture shock, you were used to the castle and this was something different. The man that was to be your husband helped you off your horse and gave you a warning to stay close. In the matter of an hour everything was packed up, you staying close to the man was he went around inspecting work and checking things before he lifted you onto a boat and climbed on himself.

The boat itself was amazing, all the little attentions to detail was beautiful, your fingers traced over the edge and the little designs there. You were again in awe, you could deal with this. If you could see little things of beauty like this then you could take it. Once set off to the sea your eyes were wide with wonder. You hadn't ever been this far before, you hadn't even been out on the water and it was breath taking. You couldn't get enough. That is... until you were sprayed in the face with the water. You coughed and shook your head, as the men on the boat laughed. You didn't complain however, you were still just in awe of the sights. What you didn't notice was a curious pair of eyes watching you from the other end of the boat, never leaving you as he watched you drink in everything. He was curious about you, that was for sure.

After getting hit with the ocean water you learned your lesson about staying too close to the edge. However as night time drew closer and the sun went below the horizon it was freezing and your cloak wasn't cutting it. However you didn't complain, instead just hugged it closer to yourself.

"It looks like your princess is going to freeze to death." One of the rowing men commented, looking over to Bakugou. "Might want to warm her up."

Bakugou heard this and in turn stood up with a grunt before walking over to you and unceremoniously dropped on of his furs onto your shoulders. You looked curiously up at him, but melted into the warmth it gave. "Thank you." You chattered out, cuddling close to the furs.

"Can't let you freeze, princess." Bakugou murmured as shuffled back over to where he came from. You watched him go and smiled softly, perhaps he wasn't so bad after all.

#Viking Bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #katuski x reader #katsuki x y/n #Bakugou x reader #Distant Shores

[pastelpaperplanes]

Hey tfcon annon from before, youtube Team TFNation, saturday stream, 7:44:28 - 8:44:06 - 9:50:47

AYOO thank you very much!! And seriously thank you so much for the time stamps of all three parts

(anon is referencing THIS ask)

oh the reading was so GOOD 😭😭 rip a full season 4 I cry, ohh what we could have had. it went full circle. PLEASE 💀

spoilers under the cut!

I rly like all the references that the writers built into the episode! The eternal flame for sure (poor Op, just let him do his job the publicity and souped up looks,,leave him alone ajdjsk) and especially the little nod to mnemosurgery. morbid. but hey Megs survived and then some AHHH

I will admit. knowing far too much fanon vocabulary being used in canon—granted for ENTIRELY different functions and intentions— still had me chalking. I still need a moment cuz was very alarmed oh my fuck

Sentinel was about a stupid and awful as I expected him to be, yes I’m still in love with him. no I can’t explain myself when I don’t even know why, he looked v sexy in his suit. added beef is always appreciated in both tastes and looks and TASTES. AYOOO okay I’m done stop THROWING things at me I’m just so sad he roped poor Bee into all the publicity shit :’) Oppy was so good to him after all of that, I love how it took a reassuring little invite for Bee to perk up again AW. Genuinely disappointed Sentinel didn’t try to run w Rattletrap’s janky photoshop Megop pic. AHHH. I would have killed to have Op confirmed SPUTTERING over that nonsense my heart is throbbing pls let me imagine a senario where instead he goes ‘WAIT. HOW DID THEY FIND THAT’ Megs would have wined and dined his plucky nemesis STOP BOOING ME

ngl when Megs started tossing his goons into the power cell I wanted to DIE knowing who would come next, unless my brain literally shut off for those lines and chose not to listen to it—I don’t think Blitzwing was executed??? I have hope for my boy??? If I’m wrong pls don’t tell me lemme ride this HIGH. Rip lugnut you stupid himbo king, I worry for Strika though oh no how would she take it yikes

Jazz was such a pure soul my heart goes out to him idk how he’s such a LIGHT in the whole damn squad when he’s put up w so much. Him speaking in Prowl’s memorial service was sweet, but tone it down on the goovies and jives good god son. Jettwins? Flawless. Outstanding. All 3 lines of them. Could not have asked for better boys were they. sharing a milkshake at maccadams?? literally my heart is dying and crying that is the cutest I love those bros sm it physically hurts me

#JusticeForBeachcomber all he wanted to do was smoke weed and deliver his damn energon. No he does not get paid enough to get maimed on the job. The VA had me wheezing, my mans was so nonchalant absolutely literally getting manhandled then MURDERED 10/10 line deliveries alsjdlaskdj

Bulkhead getting a whole lot of time to shine I was so happyyyyy and ooo getting to see him reunite on the farm granted it ended piss poorly was so cool!! My boy is so valid and I’m so proud, he deserves some stickers over his battle scars

Ratchet,,hbhhhbbb snffnf :’) and Acree :’DDDD AHHHHH theyre too damn cute I need me a sweet little fic with that much needed quiet night

Absolutely fucking THRILLED to find out that Sari is likely gonna live forever seeing that she doesn’t need to sustain herself like, at all. Her upset about Burger Bot oml ajsnksw girlie can you still taste?? do you chew and spit now I’m sobbing real tears for her

Optimus has got to be my fav little journey out of the whole entire reading. He is SO tired and doesn’t like the attention or swanky vanity upgrades, please get him a vacation after Mags was like ‘you. you are my successor. why are you crying and sobbing and shaking your head no I know I literally crushed your spirit saying youre not a hero to your face but aha—‘ and then fucking dies. VACATION. STAT. Technically he gets one being stranded on Earth again. Now I need to draw an Op where it finally dawns on him that yes, YOU are the Magnus by rite of passage—and has a sleep-deprived conniption CRYING fit in his big scary clunky suit. the absolute epitome of Looks Like They Could Kill You, Is a Cinnamon Roll

Overall 12/10 the whole cast and guests absolutely crushed it. Literally couldn’t have imagined the s3 aftermath kicking off any better this was a TREAT!!!!

#SO GOOOOOOOOOD #no I do not regret staying up late to listen my heart is SOARING #transformers #asks #tf nation 2021 spoilers #tf nation 2021 #transformers animated

[mistressmaker]

Half-Bath Remodel Reveal

Okay so it's an early reveal because I still have chair rails to put up, flooring to install, a door to paint, and I need to seal the trim, but like pretty much done???

Keep reading for more pictures, details on how I cut costs, and my inspiration for this bathroom!

The 'original' half-bath last remodeled in the 70s

My house being 120+ years old, I'm trying to keep to that vibe while still making it feel fresh/modern. Stylistically, I've been sampling from french decor, victorian, and old country colonial.

My style of house (Upright and Wing) was mostly built by tradesmen and didn't have flashy things typical of other houses from the time period. I'm trying to incorporate some of that flashier stuff in appropriately just to give it a bit more character. Typically, Victorian homes had parlor rooms with the best finishes in the entire household. To keep to that trend, my living spaces meant for guests have the more elegant victorian/french finishes while the other rooms will have more of a rustic french country/old country colonial vibe.

Floral wallpaper has almost always been popular, but early 1900s trended toward tiny floral prints. This house was built in 1900 so the floral wallpaper felt appropriate, but I opted for a more modern, bold print.

Victorian and even colonial homes had wide trim, wide plank floors, and wainscoting/bead-board commonly in the home. (In fact my house has all those things, but in very, very bad condition with cheap soft pine). I covered the bottom half of my walls with thick 5" trim and bead-board. Chair rails will be coming soon!

Mostly finish trim work in the half-bath

How I Saved Money with this Renovation

The vanity was found on Facebook Marketplace for $50 and repainted to go in the bath.

The vessel sink and faucet cost around ~$130 altogether. (Trying to buy a sink the size I made using this vanity and vessel sink combo would have been well over $200 new)

The chandelier was found on Facebook Marketplace for $50. The couple I bought it off of said it belonged to their parents who obtained it in the 50s/60s (french provincial was popular for a while)

The mirror I antiqued myself and got it off Facebook Marketplace for $20. Find out more here.

Breakdown of costs (minus plumbing which I budget separately because I'm replumbing the entire house):

Half-bath Total- $482.37

Toilet - $87.42

HD 10/20/21 Sink - $56.41

HD 10/20/21 Faucet - $80.03

Wallpaper - $49.08

HD bead-board - $52.98

HD Supplies - $48.27

Amazon Ceiling Medallion - $10.16

More Wallpaper - $33.08

Hardware Amazon Barn Door- $48.95

Hardware Amazon Shelving - $15.96

Keep in mind my bath was completely gutted when I started! I saved a lot of money doing this myself and thrifting items.

#remodeling #house renovation #old house stuff #old house fixer upper #fixer upper #diy home projects #renovations #diy #old houses #diy renovations #crafting #home renovations #home ideas #interior #half bath #bathroom #bathroom makeover #bathroom remodeling #bathroom renovations #french country #french provincial #victorian

[ronnieiswriting]

BY DORNE PART 3

F!reader x Oberyn Martell No descriptive terms for reader, no use of y/n, EXPLICIT, ongoing

Part 1 Part 2

Important: set WELL before the events in Game of Thrones/ Book one of ASOIAF- King Aerys Targaryen is on the throne, Elia Martell is alive, Ellaria Sand is not in the picture (yet?) and Oberyn doesn’t have any daughters yet. As for the universe this is set in, Each major house (Starks, Tyrells, Arryns, Martells etc) are the families that run each region of Westeros but with a 70s backdrop instead of a high fantasy one.

The reader is Oberyn’s favourite arm piece- one he brings to lots of events. He’s known as the hungriest of all the Martells and he likes to prove that to anyone who might question that, therefore, its no secret that Oberyn has had a number of partners and sometimes multiple at once, men and women. Insatiable appetite aside, Oberyn hasn’t enjoyed spoiling any girl as much as he does you, and he’s set on keeping you around for as long as you can keep up with him.

TAGS!!: female masturbation (descriptions, references, partner watches), subtle power play, 70s circle beds, crotchless romper, lots of praise, implied oral f receiving, other sex acts implied/ referenced, feelings, a little bit of angst at the end. ENJOY (if I missed any tags pls let me know!!)

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

If you had expected any other words to be the first from your lover’s mouth the second he found you- after almost two months apart- you would've been disappointed. The first thing he had done, however, was pull you to him eagerly and greet your starved lips with a searing kiss. When you had separated only for the necessity of air, Oberyn had started remapping your body with his hands as if he had forgotten it in his absence.

You hummed against him, arms circling around his neck where his dark curls brushed against your skin. It had gotten longer since he had been away- you wondered if he planned to get it cut soon. “I missed you.” you told him, drawing in a breath of his cologne.

Oberyn groaned. “Honey, did you touch yourself?” His hands climbed up further, thumbs brushing against the sides of your breasts.

You nodded. “Of course I did. I missed every bit of you with every part of me.”

His brow creased in response. The world forgotten, Oberyn led you in the direction of his room. “How many times.”

You weren’t oblivious to the power you had over the man currently attacking your neck with desperate lips, and you couldn’t deny its effect on you- his effect on you- a welcome kind of intoxication. You gave him an answer, “I lost count.”

He nodded against you, lips dragging and stubble catching across your skin when he looked away to fumble with door handles. After he cursed them for sticking, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You’ll forget all about your fingers when I’m done with you.”

When he finally got the double doors open it was you that pulled him inside, slamming one shut again by shoving his back against it and the other with a kick.

He looked at you differently then- still like an animal of course- for you had never known the hunger running deep in his pitch black eyes to ebb its flow. But this look came when you would reach out and touch the power you had. And nothing needed to be said, no words to acknowledge the truth- the way Oberyn looked at you let you know exactly how he felt about you seizing power.

The hardening length of him pressing against the inside of your thigh also got the message across without spoken language.

You leaned into the sensation and ran a hand up his chest, along the thick chain of his heirloom necklace. Dropping your voice only slightly, you said “Why don’t I show you?”

Oberyn was leaning forward so far on the vanity stool that you were almost sure he’d fall off it and get a mouthful of the brightly coloured shag rug that covered one side of the room. He watched intently as you draped yourself over his circle bed, pulling back the sheer curtain on your way in a manner you hoped was seductive.

Since you knew Oberyn was coming back that day, you’d made a point to wear one of his favourite pieces- a slinky, lace romper with only a few skimpy panels of silk. Though, what he liked about it most (other than the way it barely brushed the tops of your thighs- and the fact that it was sinfully crotchless) was the colour; not the typical warm orange or bright yellow that the Martell’s so famously covered everything in. You were like a beacon in the room as soon as you took off the earth-toned dress you were wearing, capturing the man before you as he drank in the sight of the romper- rich, royal purple.

He had muttered something that sounded remarkably like an old Dornish verse at the garment, swallowed, and restrained himself to the seat where he adjusted himself shamelessly.

Once you had gotten situated against the pile of velvet cushions set up against the arched bedhead, you stretched for effect, reaching high so he’d get a good view of the way your pert nipples peaked against the fabric. Seeking the rush from his response, you looked at him through your lashes and let out the faintest of moans.

His full lips tugged up at that, edging impossibly closer to the foot of the bed. You found yourself wondering how he would look kneeling for you… another time, you thought.

When he smiled fully, you were unable to resist mirroring it. “Go on, baby.” he said, voice strained with admiration. “Show me how you missed me.”

You obliged him, edging a hand down between your legs that you parted wide for your man to see. When you reached your uncovered sex, your eyes locked onto Oberyn’s as you spread yourself open with your fingers and felt the wetness that had began to gather there. It started slowly, your digits easing the anticipation into a low pressure that made your entire body relax further into the plushness of the bed.

He praised the sight, “That’s it, honey.” and you agreed with a lazy hum.

For a few minutes, you were content with the languid pace at which you teased yourself, running fingers up and down your slit and coating your lips with your arousal. Sufficient pressure built, you tilted your hips towards him and pulled one fingertip over your clit. The pleasure was instantaneous but you resisted throwing your head back in favour of maintaining eye contact with the man at the end of the bed. You noticed that he had scooted the chair forward and contorted himself to be eye-level with your cunt, elbows on his knees, one thumb tracing his bottom lip as he drank you in. He began to compliment you again, “Sweet honey, you look so-” but you cut him off when you moaned his name- circling the bud again to the sound of his voice catching. Before you could hold back the flutter of your eyes at the sensation, you saw the devilish smirk that took to Oberyn’s lips. He repeated the sentiment slower this time and complete, matching each word to the tempo of your fingers, “Sweet, sweet honey. You look so fucking gorgeous.”

It was then that you were suddenly, painfully aware that the man who was so good at pleasing you was so close to you and yet wasn’t touching you- not his hands nor his lips or his cock. His tender words were nowhere near your ear and they weren’t kissed into your skin- it was as if he had become the presence you imagined when he was away. And while the both of you were so clearly enjoying the dynamic, it was an intense thing to act out what you had done to imitate his affections in front of him. There was a rush to it- something exciting about showing him how you could superficially replace him- and the powerful feeling you got out of it easily outweighed the frustration of not having him between your legs right then.

Oberyn seemed to enjoy it as much as you did. You coaxed yourself closer to release with one digit slipping just inside every few swipes. You could hear him through it, his voice harmonising with each breathy moan from you and it sounded like he was repeating phrases- thanking the gods for what he was witnessing, cursing himself for not coming back sooner, praising you, encouraging you- and you could tell he was dying to touch himself.

Though you had intended to watch him the whole time, your eyes kept rolling with the effort to chase a climax. Looking at him again, you could’ve pounced on him- he had shifted upright and was working idly at the buttons on his shirt, never taking his eyes off you. He noticed the way your attention drew to the tent in his pants because you showed your appreciation by wetting your lips and arching your back, fingers never stopping.

You moaned his name again and he chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to touch myself. To think I’d come in my hand when your pussy is right in front of me- now that would be an insult.”

You replied without thinking, “You don’t have to come- you--” you paused to squirm, finding a better angle, “You could just stroke yourself a bit?” You were offering him the chance to even the dominance, maybe even take all of it. You’d let him.

It was a vain effort and a suggestion he refused entirely. “If I’m going to make you forget about your fingers- I need to see what they can do, right? I need to know what I’m up against.” He returned to his previous position, chain swinging heavily into his bare chest, hands locked together on his knees and gaze set on your dripping centre. “Don’t let up, sweetness, okay.”

His words encouraged you to go faster still and you moaned louder. When you started to thrust two fingers inside yourself everything felt enhanced. Your feet slid against the sheet as you struggled to ground yourself through the rapidly increasing intensity and your gasping breath turned into a string of words, “Gods, Oberyn- I missed you so much.” and “Did this every night- in every room.” A feat you exaggerated a little- Oberyn’s mansion was a relatively small building next to the Martell manor but it couldn’t be called humble. Your whole body started to burn when you told him how you missed his cock.

He didn’t hesitate to rouse you further, telling you how much he missed you- namely, “Your sweet cunt…” You lost sight of him when your head finally fell completely back into the mass of pillows but his voice rang equally insistent and lustful. “You’re my best girl, honey.” he said as you continued to tightly swirl your clit. “My sweet lover- that’s it, baby- so good for me.”

Tantalizingly close now, you reached under the romper to flick your nipples, squeezing because you desperately craved the same level of stimulation he’d so often saturate you with. Chasing that feeling further, you tried to hit your clit with the thumb of the same hand you fucked yourself on but you couldn’t.

For a second you almost gave up and asked him to help you come- add a finger- anything. But he got you there before you could even get out a word or a pleading moan. Oberyn’s praises came again and he practically begged you to come for him. “Come for me so I can make you come again and again. Let me prove that I missed you... Come so I can fuck you so good you forget the entire world--”

Your climax came out with a choked sob and in a white hot flash that drained all the feelings in your body. All of you went limp but your chest heaved in the air. The bliss was incredible and well-earned but there was so much more to be had.

With the little energy you could muster, you beckoned to him with the same fingers you pulled from yourself. They were still glossy with your slick but barely had the chance to cool in the air as Oberyn’s lips quickly latched around your fingers. His tongue swirled to devour your spend and hungry hands roamed over your tired thighs that trembled in the aftershock.

Kissing your knuckles once he had licked you clean, he moved the same hand to the crown of his head and encouraged you to grab hold. He gave your other hand the same treatment before he moved his lips over your thighs, massaging the tension from them with the pads of his fingers. “My turn.” he mumbled into your skin.

By the time Oberyn had proved himself better than your fingers, the sky was beginning to turn purple with dawn. When he had found you that day it had been just after 10pm.

Somehow, though, whether due to miraculous pacing or because neither of you had so recently exerted yourselves, you and Oberyn were still wide awake. He emerged from between your thighs again- this time without a heavy pant or a shiny chin- with a washcloth in his hand. Coming up to sit back fully on his knees, he unashamedly looked you over.

The purple romper had been folded down around your waist and you were sure one of the straps were broken from the force it had been yanked down with. He smirked proudly at the number of hickies he had left all over your skin as many of them would be seen regardless of what you wore. “You look good.” he said.

Oberyn was quite a sight himself. When he removed himself from the bed to return the cloth to his ensuite, you admired the way his skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat. His hair stuck out in every direction and before he disappeared behind the doorway, he rolled his shoulders and neck with a happy groan. You called out to him, “You make me look good.” Then, put off by the feeling of the lace against you, you kicked off the romper fully and stretched back out on the bed.

He replied, “I don’t agree with a single word of that, baby.”

When he came back into the room, you couldn’t help but admire the almost comical way in which he had shrugged on his favorite robe but not bothered with affording himself any more modesty in it than he had completely naked. You took the opportunity to ogle him openly, proud of the marks you had left on him and he wasted little time in crossing the room again to rejoin you on the bed. When he had gotten comfortable situated between your legs, this time on his back, with his head resting on your stomach and arms slung over your thighs, Oberyn looked up at you fondly. “I do think I proved myself though.”

“To who?”

That smug smile returned, “Well, to you.” Then he looked to think on it for a moment, pondering as his fingers drew half-thought images across the skin of your thigh. “Proved that I’m still good enough for you.”

You didn’t even bother to hold back from rolling your eyes. “You know that’s ridiculous, Oberyn.”

Oberyn nodded, warm eyes drooping before closing softly. “Mmhmm” he hummed.

It settled like that for a while. You stroked his hair, drawing more relaxed hums from him while a question started bubbling up in your mind.

You pushed it aside for a different one, “Why don’t we do something tomorrow?”

“Can’t, I’m afraid.” He sighed, “Doran wants me to come in first thing to review some clause in the trade documents with Lys- something about a weird shipment- it's all very complicated really. I’m sure he’ll find a way to keep me there longer too and spring more papers on me or something.” When he finished the silence started to sting. “I’m sorry, honey. You know I’d love to-”

You refused to let him get to the “but” in that sentence, “It’s okay--really! I mean we just did a lot… Maybe later in the week?”

Oberyn kissed your hand. He was visibly relieved of the tension diffusing between you.“You got it, honey.”

Oberyn left about an hour later, giving you a tender kiss on the forehead and the promise of “soon”. The warm spot beside you and the marks on you were the only tangible signs that Oberyn had even been there at all and you lamented the fact that they too would be quick to flee as the rest of him had.

You hated to pout but it was easy when your lover had barely spent a day with you before being snatched away again by something more important. Important, demanding or serious -any similar word- was more so because you were relatively less. You- unlike business or politics or events- could wait on his bed all day and night for his return.

Ultimatums weren’t known to be answered romantically every time. And you swore to yourself that you’d never force him to choose. Nevertheless, the seed of doubt had been planted and the casualness of your relationship with Oberyn nurtured it against your better judgement.

You stewed over these thoughts long into the morning, staring up at the canopy butt-naked.

He had told you something before he left for King’s Landing two months ago that you remembered suddenly. “... you are the reason I am going to rush back to Dorne.”, the unspoken idea there being that he would value your company above the general comfort of familiarity. You had almost told him then how you felt about him, but a nagging feeling had told you to hold it in and now you had to suffer under the weight of more doubts and insecurities.

Maybe if you had, he would have been able to clear up half of the doubts you were festering over- maybe he would have said he loved you too. It was a selfish thought but irresistible all the same and you were too quickly lulled into indulging in it.

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