#i really love satine but i made her so sad

[sunkissed-zegras]

🌱 wedding dress shopping w your mom and ellen... you like a dress but it's over your budget but jack gave his card to ellen and ends up spoiling you

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 | jh⁸⁶

♡ ─ word count | 704

♡ ─ warnings | slight angst (y/n being sad over a dress) but cute mom/ellen/you moment!!!!!

♡ ─ ev's notes | jack seems like the type to drop 50k on a wedding dress LMAO (as he should)

"Oh my gosh, this one looks like my wedding dress!" Your mom gasped as she touched the dress, a warm smile on her smile. You gasped at that, touching it as well. Ellen smiled as she watched you and your mom continue to admire the dress.

"Oh, does it really?" Ellen chuckled, a fondness evident in her voice. "We have to look at the old pictures when we get home again, I love good old wedding photos."

You nodded, still marveling at the dress that bore a resemblance to your mother's. The three of you were in a bridal boutique, surrounded by lace, satin, and tulle in every shade imaginable.

"I remember the day I found my dress," Ellen continued, her eyes sparkling with memories. "It was such a special moment, just like this one. It's a dress that holds so much good memories, despite the stress that comes along a wedding."

Your mother laughed, her eyes reflecting the shared memories of her own wedding day. "Yes, despite the stress, it was one of the happiest days of my life. And finding the perfect dress made it even more special."

Ellen nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. There's something magical about finding that one dress that makes you feel like a princess."

Your mother began walking away from the dress, looking around. "Anything catch your eye yet, sweetie?"

You shook your head as you sighed. You were still thinking about the dress you had found a couple days ago but you had decided it was way other budget, not being able to justify spending that much money on a dress.

Ellen noticed the hint of disappointment in your expression and stepped closer, her eyes filled with warmth. "Is everything alright, Y/N?"

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to share your dilemma. Finally, you took a deep breath and spoke, "I found a dress a couple of days ago that I absolutely fell in love with. It was perfect in every way, but..." You trailed off, the weight of your decision hanging in the air.

"But it was way over budget," Ellen finished your sentence, her voice gentle yet understanding. "Sweetheart, finding the perfect dress is not just about the price tag. It's about how it makes you feel, the emotions it evokes. If there's a particular dress that captured your heart, it shouldn't matter how much it is."

Your mother, sensing your hesitation, chimed in with a reassuring smile. "Your happiness is what matters the most. We can always explore options, but if you're still thinking about it then we should look at it again, babe."

"But it was way over budget-"

"Y/N." Ellen said firmly. "It doesn't matter the price, Jack told me to make sure to get any dress you want. Jack wouldn't even notice how much we took, plus all he wants is his future wife to be happy." She smiled as you laughed.

You sighed as you nodded. "Okay, then."

"Sweetheart, it's not even gonna make a dent in his bank account, trust me." Ellen joked as you laughed again. "And plus, your wedding day is a once-in-a-lifetime occasion, and you deserve to feel like a princess."

Your mother nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Ellen's right, sweetheart. Jack loves you more than anything, and he wants to see you happy on your wedding day. If this dress is the one that makes you feel that way, then let's make it happen."

Finally, unable to resist any longer, the boutique attendant brought out the dream dress once again. As you slipped into it, a sense of certainty washed over you. The delicate details, the way it made you feel – it was worth every penny, especially knowing that Jack wanted you to have the dress that would make you happy.

Ellen and your mom exchanged knowing glances as you twirled in front of the mirror, a radiant smile on your face. Their silent approval meant more to you than words could express.

"This is it," you said, your voice filled with certainty.

"Oh, sweetheart, you look absolutely breathtaking," Ellen whispered, genuine happiness radiating from her. Your mom, too, had tears in her eyes as she watched you.

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[r4ikkonen]

please can you do a fernando alonso imagine where she’s 22 years old and in college and he’s her sugardaddy, because he doesn’t have time for an actual relationship ? and he had a rule of no falling in love but then he realizes he’s in love with her when he’s bringing her shopping and he confesses it to her later that day after they have sex and she loves him back too

No strings attached | Fernando Alonso x Reader

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Ever since you got into your dream college Yale life has been a little bit challenging.You had to work a part time job at starbucks to be able to pay the rent and your scholarship.Yale is overall very expensive and your grades are not that bad either.All your problems disappeared over the summer break.Your friend Zara and you went to the Silverstone Grand Prix.Zara was sweet enough to get both of you the paddock passes and you enjoyed your time there very much.Zara was a big fan of motorsport and you would always come with her to watch Formula 1 or NASCAR.Even though you would struggle with understanding the terms you always found a way to enjoy every race.Zara introduced you to a lot of drivers and there was one that caught your eye.His name was Fernando and he drove for Aston Martin.

Zara often teased you about him and that drove you crazy.After the Silverstone race you and Nando got into contact and you would often talk to each other.He came up with an idea to meet at the restaurant.You gladly accepted and spent 3 hours getting ready just to see him.Your hair was shiny and your satin black dress was hugging your body.When you arrived you saw a man drinking wine graciously while waiting for you.You took a seat and his eyes went straight to look at yours.

“Oh hi y/n didn’t see you there” Fernando said giving me a slight smirk.The way he talked was very flirtatious and I tried not to fall in any off his gestures.He asked me about my college and about my life.I felt like he really cared about it and he would listen to me like I was a song.

After we finished off our desserts it was time to go home.He gave me a ride home in his new Aston Martin car that cost more than my life probably.When we arrived he stopped the car and looked at me right into my eyes.

“Remember Cariño, no strings attached” He told me while grabbing my thigh placing a warm kiss on my cheek.His dark brown eyes met mine and I felt goosebumps rising up on my arms.I waved back to him and entered my apartment.We were now using each other for each others needs, like money and attention..

Few weeks went by and I was living my life to the fullest.I truly had everything, from Dior to Chanel to all of those designers.I was now a sugar baby and Fernando made sure he spoiled me go bits.We were talking nonstop and he called me any second he gets.I really felt like he was my boyfriend.He always listened to me and he always helped me.We would often see each other when we could.He was busy with racing and scoring points for me while I studied my ass off to become a Doctor.Whenever I’d miss him I would always remember his words.”No strings attached”.They are still haunting me and I tried shaking off the feeling that I have a slight crush on him.

I went shopping to get some new clothes because I’ll be flying to Oxford to see him.I was very excited and I picked some gorgeous outfits that he of course paid for.

He greeted me with a big smile on his face pulling me into a big hug.As I wrapped my arms around his neck I could feel his after shave.I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and he blushed like crazy.We had time of our lives he showed me Oxford and we tried some great food there too.Living with him for these 4 days were amazing.

It was the last day and I already felt cranky.I didn’t want to leave him, I didn’t want to go back to my sad apartment.I wanted to stay with him forever.When I got out of the bed I saw him preparing pancakes.The smell was so strong and I couldn’t help but giggle while looking at his bare back.His muscles were so defined.His Samurai tattoo was exposed.I bit my lips and sat on the counter trying to catch his attention.

“Good morning Mi Amor” He said placing a warm kiss on my cheek while holding the pan carefully.

“Good morning love” I replied starring at him and admiring every move of his.

He slid a plate across the counter.

“Eat.” He demanded waiting for me to taste one of his pancakes.

“Mmm this is delicious, maybe I should kidnap you and make you make me pancakes mhm?” I teased trying not to sound too clingy.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all” He winked flirtatiously at my joke.

We spent the whole day to ourselves chilling on his big sofa.I was sitting on top of him resting and scrolling through tiktok.He grabbed my phone and threw it onto the coffee table. “Hey!” I yelled hopping that he didn’t break my phone.He didn’t say anything he lifted me up and undressed me exposing my bare breasts.I whined to his actions and he kept placing wet kisses on my neck while whispering something in Spanish.I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pulled out his member.I moaned at his actions as he pressed his warm fingers inside of me. “Fuck Nando please..” I groaned begging him to fuck me some more. “Be patient cariño” He whispered in my ear making me want him even more.We spent that whole morning making love..

After he made sure I was comfortable.We were still laying on his sofa naked.. I used his torso as a Pillow and his fingers were playing with my hair.We were just laying there in silence

“Cariño” He said with a frightened look on his face.Holding me by my waist.

“Yes?l” I turned off my phone locking an eye contact with him.

“Cariño there’s something you need to know” His words weren’t so clear and I was scared for the worst.I’ve thought to myself, what if he breaks up with me?What if he finds me too needy?I couldn’t shake away my fear.

“Uh look, I’ve been thinking about this for some time know and honestly, I think im in love with you, I know I know no strings attached but.. I feel very happy with you and I want to take you with me everywhere I go.”

My eyes went wide to his beautiful confession and I couldn’t help but to give him a big kiss.I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled away from the kiss “I love you”.

I’ve never seen such a smile on his face before he stared at me deeply and I could sense how happy he felt.He grabbed me closer and said

“Cmon let’s go get ready there’s one more place I need to take you too”

#formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 smut #formula one #f1 #ferrari #red bull f1 #aston martin #aston martin f1 #aston martin formula one #formel 1 #fernando alonso #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x you #f1 fanfic

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 24 pt 2

anakin x reader

A/N: HELLO MY LOVES!! i am so so sooo sorry for my long ass break- school has been insane; im taking 19 credit hours and have three labs on dif days 😭/ last week my grandpa died and then my car broke down… so it’s been a time. anyways!! im back now for the time being!! i hope you all have been doing well and are excited for the stories to progress!! thank you all for the support and for being so patient w me :)) i love u all

Unexpected guests, a tedious day… how will anakin react?

warnings: cursing, ani is a disabled veteran, ptsd

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There was a knock on the door and Anakin begrudgingly hoisted himself up to go see who it was. 

He opened the door and was met with Ben, Satine, Ash, and their other friend Rex. 

“Surprise!” they said in unison.

You felt a wave of anxiety- you knew Anakin wasn’t fond of surprises (look how he reacted to your pregnancy!) But you also understood the gesture everyone wanted to make. 

“Happy Birthday Skyguy!” Ahsoka exclaimed once Anakin stepped aside to allow them inside. 

“It was Ahsoka’s idea by the way” Ben said to Anakin as he patted him on the shoulder.

“Look, you wouldn’t have let us celebrate if we asked- and if we planned something you wouldn’t come. So this was the only choice!” Ahsoka defended in a mock-sad voice. 

Anakin seemed perplexed- almost frustrated, so you were ready to be on damage control once he finally responded. 

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it”

Huh?

“Not what I was expecting, but I'll take it!” Ash exclaimed. 

“Wow Anakin, that's some real character development” Rex joked as he placed the chocolate cake on the counter. 

“Yea” Anakin blushed. 

“y/n” Ben greeted, “how are you doing my dear? Is the baby doing well?”.

“Hey Ben! We’re both doing just fine, except that this little one has decided that around midnight is the best time to start kicking” you joked (it really was a pain though; you weren’t getting good sleep at all). 

“And is Skyguy tending to your needs kindly?” Ahsoka added with an arched brow. 

“Yes, Ani has been so sweet; making me weird combinations to satisfy my cravings” you laughed, rubbing his back. 

“Of course,” he said back, eyes full of sincerity. 

“Damn, y/n. He must really like you because he hates cooking. When we bunked together, I had to bribe him to make me a PB & J” Rex added with a boisterous laugh. 

“I never said I didn’t like to cook, maybe I just didn’t like to cook when it was for you” Anakin quipped back. 

“Look at you Sky guy! Being a good boyfriend and all '' Ahsoka joked. 

You and Anakin hadn’t really talked about what the relationship officially was since the fight; it just never really came up. But hearing him being referred to as your boyfriend again made your heart skip a beat. 

“Is this everyone?” you asked Ben as Ahsoka and Rex continued joking with anakin.

“Yes, we didn’t want to overwhelm him, plus the last time we did a surprise thing with a bunch of our friends, he wasn’t thrilled” Ben chuckled. 

You, Ben, and Satine stayed on the side line and observed the other’s banter. You couldn’t help the soft smile that found its way onto your face as you watched his eyes crinkled when he laughed. 

Satine noticed your adoring gaze and nudged Ben’s shoulder; she nodded her head towards you and the pair smiled. 

Ben gave his Fiance a look and she nodded. 

“You really do care for him, don't you?” 

Ben’s voice grabbed your attention from Anakin.

Of course you did, but you didn't want to sound childish and too forgiving to Satine and Ben. 

“Yea” you tilted your head to the side and sighed, “I do. I know he has his flaws but so do I”.

The pair listened intently, “I know some may see me as too forgiving, but I believe Anakin is a good man. A man deserving of love; love that I want to give him.”

“Maybe some of my optimism is the baby, but I wholeheartedly believe that we would still be as happy as how we were before, if I never got pregnant”. You explained, placing a gentle hand over your stomach. 

“Do you think that’s naive of me?” you asked worriedly.

Ben scratched his beard in contemplation and Satine shook her head. 

“I do not think you are naive for having hope in the person you love.” her smooth voice assured you. 

“I have known Anakin for many years and rarely have I witnessed him care for another as he does for you.” Ben added.

“Of course, he loved Padme at a time, but even when they were in the prime of their relationship, he never really actively bettered himself. They would get into little spats over repetitive things that Anakin promised he would fix, but his resolutions never really stuck.”

“Though…” Satine interjected, “I do see a change in his nature since you’ve been with him”. 

In that moment you locked eyes with Anakin across the room and he winked at you; no matter how long you’d been together, he never failed to make you blush. 

You turned back around and smiled to the couple, “Thank you, that really means the world”. 

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“Alright, everyone! We’re gonna light the candles!” Ahsoka shouted with a jovial tone. 

Everyone headed towards the kitchen and gathered around the counter; Anakin was already standing by the cake (which looked quite scrumptious), so you walked up beside him and gave him a small side hug. 

“Hey princess” he smiled as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Everyone was still chatting amongst themselves and Ahsoka was looking for the lighter she unfortunately misplaced, so no one noticed Anakin wrap around a gloved hand to lightly squeeze your ass. Your eyes widened and you pinched his side lightly, making him let out a small laugh. 

“Found it!” Ahsoka exclaimed, excitedly holding her beat up lighter. 

“You coulda, just asked me for mine, y’know?” Rex offered.

“Why didn’t you offer it when I was ripping my bag apart?” Ahsoka sighed, fakely annoyed.

Everyone laughed before Ahsoka opened the cake box and lit the lighter. 

“Alright, Skyguy! This is your moment, better wish for something good“.

“Don’t worry Snipps, I’ve got it ready” he joked, pointing to his head. 

“Alrighty” she said with a sing-songy voice before lighting the candles.

Rex started the “happy birthday” song and everyone joined in to celebrate the man in the middle. 

Anakin blushed ever so slightly before giving his cunning smirk and gently blowing out the candles in single blow. 

Everyone cheered and Ben handed him a knife to make the first slice. Anakin’s hand slowly gripped around the hilt of the knife before he brought it down into the soft top layer of icing. After the pieces were distributed, everyone found somewhere to sit and began conversing with whoever was close by.

Anakin sat in his normal spot on his sofa and you invited yourself to the seat beside him after he nodded you over. 

You sighed as you sat on the plush couch; the weight of the baby was really getting to you so it felt nice to be off of your feet for a moment. Anakin set his plate down onto the end table to his left, then promptly draped his stiff arm over your shoulders to draw you closer. 

“Hi” you smiled, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Hi” he smiled back, leaning in to gently kiss you. 

The two of you sat quietly for a moment just observing the others.

“What did you wish for?” you eventually said.

Anakin sighed and began to speak, “Well, I-”

You gently (but quickly) placed your hand over his mouth, making him confused.

“wha-?”

“Shh, shh It was a test!” you giggled. “Don’t ya know that if you tell your wishes, they won’t come true” you smiled.

He rolled his blue eyes with a smile and playfully obliged, “alright, if you say so. But it better come true, now that you said that” he winked.

“I’m sure it will, the birthday wish is a sacred tradition” you joked as you batted your lashes at him. 

“Of course it is,” he playfully responded. 

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The party continued until Rex realized he had to be at work in 5 hours; Anakin thanked everyone and they all left with wide smiles. THankfully there wasn’t much of a mess, so all you had to do was put the leftover cake in the fridge. 

Once everything was taken care of, you took a seat on the couch next to Anakin once again. You leaned into his chest and ran your fingers through his sandy locks. 

“I didn’t think you would be this thrilled by a surprise” you said after a few moments of silence.. 

He grabbed his soda and drank some before speaking, “Well with all that’s going on- who’s to say I’ll get another one of these?”.

His grim reminder made your stomach drop. The macabre threat of Anakin’s eventual death always hung over your head, but the joyous events and lifted spirits of the evening must have kicked it to the back burner for a moment. 

You bit your lip and leaned over to embrace him. 

The two of you sat there for a while until you felt droplets landing on your shoulder. You pulled away to see Anakin’s blue eyes filled with a sea of sorrow. 

“Oh, Ani…” you sighed, pulling him into your chest.

“I’m scared, y/n”.

You had nothing to say because you were just as scared; so instead you held him as tightly as you could. 

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a/n: RAHH sorry again for being gone for so long 😭😭 but i hope this chapter still is as enticing as the others!!

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[nut4shuri]

how about bestfriend!shuri finding out you went on a date and getting mad so yall fuck it out 👀👀

Best Friends

(18+)

Shuri X Reader

Warnings: ⚠️Dom Shuri,Rough S!x,Provocative Language⚠️

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Stepping out of the lukewarm water you pranced around the bathroom expeditiously wondering how this night would possibly end.

"This could be a hit or miss" you said to yourself in the mirror.

It had been a couple months since you had a date and since you have moved to Wakanda not many people have made you feel anything.... accept your best friend.

But you know It would never happen so you had to let that feeling go.. Even after you two made love more than once..

But earlier when you were out scrolling the city looking at The Beautiful lights and the Beautiful sounds and The Beautiful People just The Beautiful atmosphere all together you met someone.

"Hello" the tall brown skin and fairly built man spoke,His eye's where gray ans his hair was a dark black,it was dreaded up ans he stood about 6'1.

He is Georgous. you thought..

You smile brightly and spoke back.

"Hi"

"I seen you over there and I just couldn't keep my eyes off of you and I just wanted to come over and let you know that you're absolutely breathtaking."

You were appalled by his bluntness but the passion in his voice, something moved in your heart.

You and the boy had spent all day together,talking and getting to know each other,bur it felt like you'd known him forever.

"I know this is weird,you just met me ane all.."he spoke as he sat beside me.

"Do you think i could take you out tonight?"

"Sure." You smiled brightly.

~

Butterflies Fluttered in your stomach as you slipped on the skin tight silk Satin dress.

Only pulled out in special occasions.

Smiling to yourself,you ran your hands down your sides.

You quickly finished your hair and finished applying makeup.

Moving from the mirror as your phone began to vibrate.

You walked out of your room always to be met by your best friend with the bright smile on her face.

"You look stunning."she said taking your hand and spending you around slowly.

"Where you going" she asked eyeing you. Her brown eyes staring you down making you weak.

"I got a date tonight" you said

"Date,Hmm-" She begin to speak but you cut her off "I really have to go I'll see you later bye love you" you said as you walked off as quickly as your heels could take you.

~

Smiling as you walked your way back to the Palace hand in hand with the guy whose name you found out was Erasmus.

He smiled brightly at you with passion and fire in his eyes as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

Stopping in front of the Palace Gates.

"Tonight was really great."

"It was."

"Will I be seeing you again?"

"No she won't"a voice said making me look up to come face with the face with the princess she had a annoyed look on her face as if she did not like the guy one bit and if looks could kill he would be dead right now.

"Shuri-" you said

"Princess-" the guy began to speak.

"I don't want to hear it leave before I handle you myself" she spoke angrily

"You can't just" you began to speak

But the guy said nothing else as he walked from the palace a sad looking his face.

"Shuri wtf-"

"Shut the fuck up" she said grabbing your arm.

~

"Please y/n,i need you, i need you like the air i fucking breath." She whispered in your ear.

"i need you too..please shuri"

Her lips clashed against yours hungrily,devouring you like you where her last meal.

Her hands groped at your ass and sides,smacking it lightly as she sucked against your neck.

Pulling away she pushed you onto the bed before stepping away.

"Strip." She spoke before walking away.

You quickly moved,struggling to unzip your dress as the zipper was behind you but finally manged to get it off.

The cool brushing up against your skin like a thousand kisses.

You striped till you had nothing on.

"Your so beautiful,what am i gonna do with you?"

~

"Fuck fuck fuck" you screamed in sweet agony as shuri thrusted her fingers in and out of you,her tounge wrapped around your clit sucking lightly.

She nipped at your skin,kissing your inner thighs as her fingers sped up,brushing your favorite spot every time.

Her tounge flicked over your clit,spelling out her name and groaning into you making you moan louder.

You grabbed her head grinding your pussy into her face,wanting nothing more but for her to make you cum after she had denied your orgasm more than 3 times.

She was playing a game,that just wasnt fair.

Pulling her fingers away she looked in your eyes,pulling her fingers to her mouth and sucking them slowly.

She moved quickly as she grabbed a hold of your hair aggressively flipping you over and smacking your ass.

Pushing her strap deep inside you without warning,she thrusted fast and rough.

You moaned out as one of her hands wrapped around your neck possessively,holding onto you for dear life.

"Fuck,your so tight" she groaned

You clenched around her as your eyes rolled back,her grip on your hip became tighter.

Just as you felt your release coming she pulled away making you whine loudly.

You could barely catch your breath as she flipped you over and spread your legs

Landing a harsh slap on your pussy you moaned out,she grabbed your face harshly.

"Do you think he could make you feel like this? Does he make your pussy this wet,Or Take your breath away like i do?..."

"I don't think so." She said.

Had to channel my inner Anna to write this.😌

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[pedrisbanana]

Hey could you do Pedri smut where he gets jealous at a football award show when different footballers flirt with so he takes you back home and shows you who you belong to😜

This sucks (like Joao Felix gf did 3 friends... excuse my Joao bashing😝)

Enjoy 🍌

Mi Amor

Pedri kissed your cheek, before leaving you to yourself at the red carpet. He needed to give a few interviews, but promised to be back in no time. 

You looked around to see if you could spot anyone you knew, like Gavi or Ferran, but none of them seemed to be near.  Suddenly you felt a hand on the small of your back. Your pearly white satin gown had a low cut back, leaving your skin exposed.

"Hey, you're Y/N right ?" 

You looked up to see Alejandro Garnacho flash you a smile. 

"Yes." You hope he'd notice the confusion in your voice on why he should know you.

"Well I have to say you look very beautiful..." He said, winking flirty. 

You looked down to your hands clutching the small glittery bag you picked for tonight. Taking compliments was never your best asset. Garnacho dropped his hand. 

"I saw you at the match last Sunday. Sadly you weren't cheering for United. I'm Alejandro." he laughed and you tuned in. "I know, I saw you on the pitch, but as long as Pedri won't play for ManU, you won't see me cheering for them"

"I would want to see you cheer for me" Garnacho teased.

"Well I guess you'd have to join Barcelona then" 

"Barcelona doesn't hire second hand talents from the Prem" Pedri appeared next to the Man United player. He looked at you. "We need to get inside" 

"Pedri." You shot him a glare for his rude comment, but took the arm he offered you. "It was nice talking to you Alejandro"

When Garnacho was out of earshot, Pedri said: "I don't like him."

"Why? I thought he was nice. You were the one acting rude" You replied annoyed.

"Yeah because he looked at you like he wanted to rip your dress off" Your boyfriend instinctively pulled you closer. 

You smirked. "Do you want to rip my dress off too? Or is your ridiculous jealousy getting to your head"

"Don't test me, princesa or I might do it here" He growled in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You had to admit, seeing Pedri get jealous and horny was a thing you didn't want to miss out on. When reaching your seats in the ballroom, you smiled to see Vinicius being seated next to you. You knew him from the Real Madrid youth camp you were working at last summer. Pedri's already fed up mood didn't really improve when seeing how the Real left wing admired your outfit. Lucky for him the award show was already over, even tho you'd love to see an annoyed Pedri hold a laudation. 

You and Vinicius laughed about some memories from the camp, when you felt Pedri's hand squeezing your thigh. Taking his hand you smiled at him, but Pedri kept his annoyed frown. You gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"So I heard you were close to joining Madrid once, Pedri." Vinicius teased your boyfriend, knowing it was a sensitive Topic for him. 

"Yeah, luckily they made me see the better option I had" Pedri took a sip of his drink, intertwining your hands.

"That's sad, white suits Y/N so much better than blue and red, it really brings out her eyes and makes her skin glow" Vinicius said looking at you. 

You decided to push Pedri's buttons by running your hands down your chest, over the white fabric, leading both your boyfriends' and Vinicius gaze to your cleavage. 

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Pedri's knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel tightly. He was pushing the speed limit, even crossing red lights. Usually you felt save around him, but now he scared you a little bit. Maybe teasing him tonight wasn't the best idea, especially with Vinicius talking about your shared time. 

You let out a breath when Pedri finally parked the green Mini in the driveway. He held the car door open for you and helped you get out. Leading you inside with his warm hand on your exposed back, you tried to steady your heartbeat. Why was the air so thick all of a sudden ? 

Once you reached the bedroom, Pedri had you pinned against the door. His lips were leaving open mouthed kisses and little bites on your neck. He pushed your head back by pulling on your hair. 

When his mouth reached your ear, his words were harsh and direct. 

"You belong to me, mi hermosa" 

You sighed. "I know-"

His hand moved from your hair to your neck, fingers pressing down on your pulse point. Your breaths became short and quick. Pedri's chocolate eyes, darkened with lust, focused yours.

"No, mi amor, I don't think you know." his other hand pulled down the straps of your gown, letting it pool to the floor. "But don't worry I will remind you"

You arched into him, trying to kiss him, but he turned his face, making your lips connect with his cheek instead. Pedri let go of you to unbutton his dress shirt, the garment joining your dress on the bedroom floor.  Then he unbuttoned his pants and kneeled in front of you. 

His hands embraced the soft skin of your thighs up to your hips, fingers playing with the straps of your panties. The soft scratch of Pedri's stubble created goosebumps on your skin as he kissed up your skin to your most sensitive spot. You moaned his name, fingers pulling on his dark hair.

"Pedri ... mmhm.. please"

You felt his nose pressing against the dampened lace of your panties. Your fingers tugged on his hair, trying to get him to stop teasing you. Pedri smirked and his hands wandered to your backside, digging into the flesh of your cheeks. 

"Mi Amor-" he sighed. His voice felt like music in your ears, vibrating against your fabric covered clit. 

He stood up, leaving you breathlessly leaning against the wall of your bedroom. You could see his prominent bulge pressing against the cotton of his briefs, straining the opened fly of his dress  pants. Pedri adjusted himself, hand cupping the fullness of his balls inside his briefs. 

The sight made your lips part. Your boyfriend saw, motioning for you to come to the bed. 

"Pfff.." The midfielder shook his head. "First you embarrass me at the party by letting all these guys flirt with you in front of me and now you can't keep your drool in when seeing my cock, huh ? Pathetic" 

You didn't answer, redness spreading on your face. His degrading tone making wetness pool between your legs as you sat on the bed. 

Pedri laughed to himself. "I didn't know my girlfriend was a pathetic little slut" He cupped your face with his hand. You didn't expect the light slap he gave you. 

"Face to the pillow. You don't get to look at me when I put my cock inside you" Your boyfriend pointed to the headboard. "And close that mouth before I stuff it with your panties" 

"Pedri" you sighed. Testing his jealousy was definitely paying out. 

"After tonight Pedri will be the only word that you'll think of ever again. I will be the only one you'll ever think of. " His voice. If he kept talking like that you might come from only him talking.

You positioned yourself on all fours, leaning on your elbows, but Pedri made quick process by pushing your head down into the duvet. The rough pads of his fingers left your skin burning. He pulled your panties down to your knees, spreading them apart. 

You closed your eyes, imagining the way his toned arms flexed while putting you into the positioned he preferred. Pedri thrusted into you fast, without warning and you squirmed, trying to keep your hips up. 

His pace was quick, hands on your hips leading your movement. Pedri was using you for his pleasure and you knew that this was more than just sex. 

He was making clear that you were his. His girlfriend. His to love. His to talk to.

His to fuck. 

Your moans became more frantic, his name on your lips a plea. Pedri slipped out of you to rub the tip of his dick through your folds, teasing your clit over and over again. Clenching around nothing, the knot in your stomach tightened. It became almost unbearable. 

When he slipped inside you again, Pedri gave a few sloppy thrusts and came with your name on his lips. 

This was unusual, Pedri always made sure you reached your peak before him. He turned you on your back. You looked at him, as he discarded his pants and underwear, laying down next to you. 

Your clit still pulsed and the feeling of his cum dripping out of you made it worse. You were so turned on, but he was just looking at you smiling. 

"You're so pretty. Vinicius was right about you and the color white. The white of my cum-" Pedri leaned close and pushed his semen back into you with two fingers. "- really makes your skin glow" 

You moaned loudly. Your boyfriend kept fucking you with his fingers, adding a third one. Your back arched, as his thumbed grazed your sensitive clit. 

"I'm sorry" you groaned, hoping he'd finally let you reach your climax. Pedri's lips touched yours, but he didn't kiss you. 

"An apology won't get you an orgasm, bonita, but the way you clench around my fingers shows me how desperate you are to come" His thumb stopped, fingers still pumping in and out of you.

His lips moved against yours ever so slightly, finally giving you the kiss you were leaning in for. The pressure became more and more. The fingers working you too well and you knew you couldn't hold back anymore.

Pedri must've felt it too cause he picked up the pace on your clit again, granting you the release you needed so badly. His name coming from you like a chant, he fucked you through your orgasm. 

When you came down from your high, Pedri already wrapped his hand around your throat, adding slight pressure. 

"Open up, hermosa" 

He pushed all three fingers between your lips, coated in his cum. Keeping eye contact you sucked him clean. Pedri groaned at the sight. 

"Mi amor..."

Oh yes, you really were his love.

A/N: I started writing this before Garnacho mocked Pedri ... what a coincidence. As usual pls leave me some feedback babes <3

@venus5starlite thank you for your fun request (don't worry my parents took my phone away so many times at night, I feel you )🥰

#pedri fanfic #pedri smut #pedri one shot #pedri gonzalez #pedro gonzález lópez #pedri x reader

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yves fluff because i need some copium after my grandma just died

Sloppy work, but it's not to expand on his characterzz, its 2 serve me 💯

You sat on the bed, staring at your phone. The room was dark and the only thing illuminating your face is the phone screen.

Your grandmother had died, you weren't close to her. But she was close to your father. He's taking it hard and your mother has to be with him as an emotional crutch.

You don't know how to feel. So you glued your eyes onto the phone screen as you scan the texts and photos your parents had sent of the funeral. You feel bad, yes. But you never knew your grandmother, you were one of her fifty other grandchildren. And you came into this world a lot later, when her mind starts to deteriorate. Of course, she wouldn't even know what your name was.

You didn't feel much. But there was a dull emptiness that you're feeling. It's sad. It really is sad.

It's late at night. You don't know how to process it.

You jolted when you heard a knock on your door, initially not wanting to open it in fear of the unknown. But after receiving a text from Yves saying he's waiting outside, you reluctantly sat up from your mattress and headed to the door. It wasn't very far, you live in a cramped apartment anyways.

You opened the door to see him, beautiful, beautiful Yves. He had a sympathetic look on his face, as if he knew what was going on. But you think he just has this really good sense of intuition. You believed that he was some sort of a psychic medium and he must have felt some kind of shift in auras... Or something else. You don't care, you're just glad to see him in this very confusing phase. He's always been this beacon of light, Yves knows what to do to solve this. He knows how to solve everything.

He wordlessly greeted you with a kiss on the forehead. You stepped aside to let him in, he placed his handbag and duffel bag on the couch. You switched the lights on and locked the door behind you. Your neighbors would sometimes come home drunk, you wouldn't want them stumbling into your room by accident.

He took out what he needed and went into the bathroom, starting the "sanitizing" process. Which includes a thorough shower and a change of clothes, you were extremely picky as to who or what gets to touch your bed. And Yves never ceased to amaze you by knowing what your requirements are despite never properly communicating it to him- most importantly, knowing how to meet them and enthusiastically doing so without complaint.

It takes a while. But you can be sure that he wouldn't "contaminate" your bed. So you went back to somewhat spiralling silently. Looking through the texts describing the event, the circumstances and how your grandmother was found dead, by who.

You felt... Bad. Horrible. You don't know why. You're not missing her because it's just as if you're discovering that a stranger has died. It's a shame, but it isn't necessarily something you would lose sleep over. And your stomach has been recently acting up too, you're bloated and gassy. You remember Yves saying that you tend to have gut problems whenever you're feeling stressed or upset.

You're too distracted over the news that you didn't realize Yves left the bathroom with his jet black hair perfectly dried and silky.

"Sit up straight, please." He murmured as he caressed your back. You didn't realize that you were slouching and hunching to a horrendous extent.

You turned your head to look at him, he's wearing a long, flowy nightgown. It's smooth as it's made of satin, you liked how it brushed against your skin as he rubbed your shoulder soothingly. He sat close to you on your bed, you didn't mind because you think he is clean enough to be on it.

He didn't ask what happened. Yves doesn't have to. You didn't want to use up your depleted energy stores to tell him either.

That's why you sat in silence with him as he gave you tender and loving touches. At some point, you crawled onto his lap and rest your form on his chest, letting his manicured hand sweetly stroke your head.

"it's late, my love." He mumbled against your forehead. The vibration of his voice tickled you. He gently took the device off your hands and set it on the nightstand.

Now with your hands free, you would go on idly toying with strands of his hair. He pressed a kiss on your crown, wrapping his arms around you protectively and cupping your cheek with a soft hand.

You felt very much at ease in his presence. You knew that he wouldn't leave you be, you knew Yves would somehow always show up when something is wrong. He always knew when something troubles you and he always knew how to take care of it.

You felt him shift around as he gently laid you down on your bed, letting you sink into your fluffy pillows and soft bed foam.

He tucked you under your blanket, bringing the comforting material to your neck as he continued caressing the side of your head. You stared into his mysteriously knowing emerald eyes as he stared back into yours, half lidded and relaxed.

"There is no need to be afraid." He whispered, pressing another kiss onto your forehead. "I'm here." He continued, now holding your hand and massaging it. You didn't realize that you kept your hand out of the blanket.

Fear... That's what you're feeling. Your grandmother died after years of battling with dementia, she's trapped in her own mind and each day she's not dead, it's a day of terror. She died alone in her room, with no one realizing until the next day when her body was cold.

You were scared to share the same fate. You were scared to be her.

"I'm here." Yves repeated as he wiped away the stray tears that you didn't even realise fell from your eyes.

"I'm staying." He continued, laying on his side as he observed what you might do. His hand is resting on your neck, fingers gently drawing circles on your skin. "I will never leave you."

Yves smiled, it was warm and inviting, seeing it allows a wave of relief wash over you.

You moved closer and snuggled into his chest, allowing yourself to cry and release the burden of fear that's been trapped in your core.

He rested his chin on the top of your head, arms securely enveloping your much smaller form. Occasionally, he would give you a peck or two as you pour out your emotions onto him.

In the end, you were exhausted. You managed to fall asleep under the blindingly bright lightbulbs installed in the ceiling. It didn't bother you, because Yves was there to shield your eyes from it.

He spent the entire night quietly whispering positive and loving affirmations in your ears while you sleep, giving you only the sweetest dreams.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere male #oc yves #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #male yandere oc x reader #fluff #tw death

[givemea-dam-break]

Lovely, that's what I hoped to hear🩷 absolutely love the stuff of yours that I have read so far, and I'll definitely read the test when I have time, but in the meantime i'm gonna leave this request: a george x reader, somewhat inspired by the "Flower" oneshot you wrote for Lockwood. I'm thinking they go to the Fittes Ball, and the reader goes shopping with lucy for dresses. And I'd love some flustered George who is just wholly overwhelmed by reader who is all dolled up in a pretty dress. And here you can maybe include some locklyle? Like Lockwood showering Lucy in compliments and being charming and confident as usual and reader hoped for a similar reaction from George but he just kinda says nothing bc he doesn't know how to handle himself. And they go to the ball and while lucy and lockwood go off to retrieve the book, reader and george just are kinda awkward until some guy (or someone we know, kipps or someone) comes up to reader and asks her to dance. And she jist goes with him bc while she is disappointed with georges reaction she is still determined to enjoy the evening. And maybe when they are about to leave George wants to get her and she dismisses it and says she's having a good time and she's coming home later. And when she comes home george is still awake and waiting for her in the kitchen and they have a little fight and some confessions 👀

Let me know if you like that idea! And thank you in advance if you decide to write it🩷

a/n: i love this idea so much!!! it’s going to go a little differently due to the fact that after the fittes ball, they have to go get the mirror, but i hope this has turned out ok as i've cut out a big chunk of the actual story to keep this moving lol. strap in because this is a long one <3 also can i just appreciate your username i love it

warnings: angst, mild language gn reader

"Best friends have correlating dresses. It's law, basically."

Lucy laughs at you, flicking through the dresses on the rack. "Is that so? I have to admit, I'm not great when it comes to clothes. You just pick for me."

Grinning, you show her the dress you've already picked out for her. It's simple, made of royal blue satin with flowy sleeves that bunch at the wrists, and it falls to what would be about mid-thigh. Lucy doesn't look entirely convinced, but when you show her the pair of sparkly tights, she smiles.

"It's part of the Lucy flair," you explain. "I have a pair of boots you can borrow to go with. I have the image in my mind."

"Alright, then," she says, taking the dress and tights from you. "What are you going to wear, Fashion Expert?"

"Hmm." You tap your finger on your lip before selecting a dress from the rack. Red, also satin, with fluttery capped sleeves and thin gold stitching in the shape of flowers at the hem. "What do you think? Red and blue - pretty iconic"

As you expected, Lucy shrugs. "You'll look pretty in it. You look pretty in everything."

"Thanks," you laugh. "Do you think he'll like it?"

"Who, George? I'm sure he will. Whether he tells you that is another story entirely."

"True."

The sad truth, really. As you both go up to the counter and purchase the dresses, you can only hope - dream, more like - that George will come out of his shell a little. He's not overly keen on the fact that he's coming to the Fittes Ball, but he agreed a little more easily when you said you could stick with him on the outskirts while Lockwood charms people until his socks blow off. You can't blame him for not wanting to come. He doesn't like people, really, and his thing is staying at home and sticking his nose in a book. If you guys weren't going to infiltrate the Black Library at Fittes for this book by Mary Dulac, he wouldn't be going at all, even with your promise.

On the walk back to Portland Row, you keep yourself talking, if only to keep the nerves away. If you're being honest, the whole prospect of breaking into Penelope Fittes' private library and stealing a book isn't what's making you sweat. It's the thought of George seeing you in a dress.

Most days are spent in pyjamas or your work clothes. There's nothing overly special about your faded jeans or ectoplasm-spotted jacket, not even your sturdy boots that you spent time making little embroidered patterns on. George has seen you at your worst - hair frizzed from sleep, crumbs left on your T-shirt, wearing socks with far too many holes in them, so the thought of dressing up for a special occasion makes you a little nervous. Will he think you look nice?

Lucy would scoff if you asked her that question. She'd say that you don't need a boy to find you pretty to be worth anything.

But George isn't just a boy. Not to you, anyways. He's much more than that.

The better part of the afternoon is spent getting ready. You fix Lucy up with a pair of your nicer boots and sit her down to put some makeup on her, for which she doesn't stay very still. Yeah, immediately after you're all going to go on a heist and steal back a very important mirror, but who's to say you both can't look good doing it?

George and Lockwood come in shortly after you've finished your own makeup, as well as styling yours and Lucy's hair, and you stop short, watching for George's reaction.

He's dressed in a nice black suit, with a white shirt and orange tie, and his hair is slightly neater than usual, but it suits him. Your heart flutters a little looking at him.

Lockwood, for his part, looks completely wonderstruck by Lucy, who watches him carefully. The tips of her ears are tinged pink.

"Luce, you look -" He clears his throat, and you hold back a smile. "You look great. Amazing, actually."

She presses her lips together, but you can see the smile tugging at the corners. "Thanks."

"Uh, I have something for you, if you'll accept it." From his pocket, he pulls out a thin silver chain on which a small gem glitters. "It belonged to someone close to me. I'd like for you to wear it."

Lucy takes it with gentle hands. "What if I lose it?"

"You have a pretty good track record with precious necklaces."

She laughs at that, looking over at you. You smile as you fasten the necklace around her neck. "Thank you, Lockwood."

His grin is confident, clearly bolstered by the fact that she accepted his gift. He keeps looking between her face and the glittering necklace.

Silence ensues, and your gaze travels over to George. He's standing there, staring at you with those gorgeous dark eyes of his, and for a moment, your heart feels like it's going to explode. You wonder what he'll say, if he likes the dress or not.

"I'll go check on the cab," he says before darting out of the room.

And, just like that, every piece of confidence you had dissipates and it feels as if you're a balloon with a hole poked in the side, slowly deflating. You should've expected it, really. George isn't the complimenting type, but you liked to hope that for once he might say something.

Swallowing your embarrassment at your failed hopes down, you plaster on a smile and turn to Lucy and Lockwood. "You're right, Lockwood. She does look amazing, doesn't she? Blue's her colour." You give a pointed look at the blue tie he wears, and notice he's even wearing blue socks.

The little detail makes you happy for Lucy, truly, but it doesn't make the hurt any less painful.

Lockwood smiles, but Lucy's quick to notice the expression hidden under your smile.

"Come on," she says. "We better get going."

--

The Fittes compound is bustling with people - wealthy socialites, young agents, supervisors, everyone dressed up in fancy clothes, sparkling in the twinkling lights. Music plays from every corner of the massive room in which the Ball is located, packed to the brim with people. Waiters breeze by with trays holding drinks and food. Lockwood plucks a flute of some sort of drink from a passing plate.

"Shall we make the rounds?"

Lucy groans. "Posh people and small talk. The worst form of torture."

George makes a sound of agreement but doesn't speak. Beside him, you shuffle awkwardly, clasping your hands behind your back.

"Plan still the same as earlier?" you ask Lockwood. "You and Lucy find the book while me and George stay to - what was it you said?"

"Mingle," Lucy says in a mocking tone. You've half a mind to believe she's done it to make you laugh.

"Just keep the attention off of our absence," Lockwood says. "Kipps probably expects the worst of us tonight."

"He asked you to this, didn't he?" Lucy asks you. "Won't be much of a problem to keep him distracted. Just dance with him or something."

Tension snaps in the air. Beside you, George doesn't say anything but his hands twitch a little bit.

You shrug. "Probably won't dance with anyone tonight. But I'll make conversation. I'm good at that."

Soon, Lucy and Lockwood split off from you and George. The two of you slowly drift towards the edge of the party, out of the tightly packed crowd of old people with expensive-smelling perfume and cologne. Once or twice, you almost choke on the strong scent.

George keeps close to the wall, watching the crowd carefully, while you stand a foot or two away, arms crossed over your stomach.

Truthfully, you'd love to be dancing. It's not so much about the party or even the music, but who you'd like to be dancing with and how it'd probably be the only time you ever get to do anything remotely like it with him. But here you stand, staring out at the few couples with the bustle that are shuffling together, grinning.

"Thanks for coming tonight," you say to George, trying to make conversation. Usually, it comes easily, and you can find anything to speak to him about, but it's strained now. "I'm not sure I'd be a great distraction on my own."

George shifts slightly. "I'm not sure about that. You've got a fan coming over now."

You try to ignore the hint of irritation in his voice. He's allowed to be irritated - about coming to the party, at least. This really isn't his scene. But if he's mad that someone else asked you to go with them, he's got no right. He's made no effort.

But, he's right about one thing. Quill Kipps is making a bee-line right for you.

"(name)," he says upon reaching you. "Karim. Where are the other two?"

Plastering on a sweet smile, you say, "It's Lucy and Lockwood. They've been making mooney eyes at each other a lot recently. I wouldn't be surprised if they're off dancing somewhere."

"And what about you? I can't imagine that you like just standing on the outskirts of the party."

"You don't know me as well as you think you do, Kipps," you say. "In fact, I have company that is far more preferable than you."

Kipps glances back at George. "Yes, you look like you're both having the times of your lives. Well, I only came over to ask you if you'd perhaps come dance with me. If not, Bobby Vernon has asked me to suggest he be your partner."

"Bobby? Isn't he, like, twelve? And aren't you twenty, or something? Both options sound positively strange."

"It's just a dance."

You look over at George, who's watching the encounter carefully with narrowed eyes. He rubs the lenses of his glasses on his orange tie.

You've made a promise to stick with him at this party, and you don't intend to break it. No matter how disappointed you feel that he didn't even say something like You look pretty when he saw you in your dress, it doesn't entitle you to leave him.

"Sorry, Kipps, to both of those generous offers. Like I said, my company is much more enjoyable."

He takes the rejection better than you thought he would, but soon it's just you and George again.

"You should've gone and danced with him," George says after a while, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Otherwise you've bought that dress for no reason."

You're not sure why that comment makes your skin flush hot with anger, but it does. You bought the dress to feel pretty in, not just for George but for yourself. It wasn't for no reason. Crossing your arms over your chest, you turn away from him. If you look at him any longer, you're worried angry tears will start prickling your eyes.

"Well, then maybe I will go dance with Kipps. You don't seem overly interested in conversation with me, anyways."

"Fine."

Maybe you expected him to put up a little more of a fight. Maybe that's why, once more, you feel your body deflate a little. You don't spare him another look as you trudge through the crowd until you find Kipps.

"Oh, (name), hello again."

"I've rethought your offer," you say. "I'll have that dance if you're not busy."

He's not your preferred partner, but it was starting to get stifling standing with George when you had so much you wanted to say. Kipps at least tells you what's on his mind.

For example, "Karim seems pretty unhappy with your decision to dance with me."

"He doesn't tell me what I can or can't do."

How ironic. He has in fact told you to dance with Kipps, and here you are, obeying like a dog on a lead. You scowl at the thought.

"You look nice," Kipps says. "Red suits you. And your hair looks nice."

"Thank you." It's sad that the only compliment you've gotten beyond Lucy's is from Kipps. Even then, you're not sure how to feel about it. He's old in a teenager's terms.

"If looks could kill, I think I'd be dead."

You turn your gaze, eyes catching George's distant figure, but he's looking at a little book he'd stashed in his suit pocket just before leaving.

Looking away, you try to keep the sadness out of your voice. "Stop messing with me. I'm trying to enjoy this party. I'm standing in the same building as Penelope Fittes. This is a big moment for me."

Even then, it's clear to even Kipps that the enthusiasm just isn't there.

A flash of blue catches the corner of your eye, and you see Lucy waving as discreetly as she can.

"Thanks for the dance," you say, offering him the best smile you can muster.

Kipss grabs your wrist as you make to walk away. "Be careful with Karim, okay? I know our teams don't get on, but that doesn't mean I want to see you get hurt because you want something he can't offer you."

For a moment, you just look at him. Finally, you say, "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

--

The bone glass is gone. Pamela Joplin is no longer a threat. The ghost of Edmund Bickerstaff is no more. Lockwood's bullet wound has been treated. George and Lucy are safe.

And yet...

Sitting at the kitchen table the following morning, you scribble away at the thinking cloth. After the events of last night - the Fittes Ball, the 'Battle of Kensal Greene' as it's now known - you couldn't sleep, so you've sat here all night, scratching away at all the swirly shapes on the cloth. Really, you should throw it out and replace it, but there are a few funny drawings you've recently drawn that you'd like to preserve a while longer.

The stairs leading down to the kitchen creak, but you don't move. There's only one person it could be.

Lockwood is sleeping off his bullet wound, and Lucy is up in the attic having a nap.

George steps through the door, shutting it softly behind him, but you don't look up at him. Instead, you take an angry bite out of your toast.

"Is that my egg cup you're using?"

"Yup."

Usually, he would've made a little scene out of this because, typically, it's Lockwood that uses his egg cup and the two of them love causing a scene. But he doesn't say anything; he only makes himself a cup of tea and some toast before sitting across from you.

It's silent for a while. You're not sure what to say, so you opt to keep scribbling on the thinking cloth. The most recent doodle you've made is of you and Lucy as stick figures, which is nothing compared to the sketches she's got pinned up in your shared room in the attic.

"So, last night."

You don't bother to look up. "What about it?"

"You dancing with Kipps?" His tone is cautious.

"Me and Kipps?" You scowl at the hidden implication. "He's, what, twenty-something? I'm a teenager. That's gross."

"No, I know, I didn't mean that. I just meant you two dancing together."

"No one else was going to dance with me. Well, other than Bobby Vernon, and he's about half my height."

George is quiet for a moment. "I just..."

The sigh that leaves your lips is exasperated, to say the least. "You just what, George? You're usually very straight to the point, so I'd like to know what said point is."

You know you're being harsh, but all of your emotions feel frayed from not sleeping and the boil-over from yesterday. You're still frustrated about it.

"I didn't like seeing him dance with you."

"Well, you don't really get a say in it, seeing as you didn't speak to me most of the night, and when you did you were telling me to go and dance with him. Seems a little confusing, right?"

"I didn't know how to say what I wanted to," he says, frowning. "Seeing you in your dress... I don't know. I don't know how to say it now."

"Oh, I have an idea: (name), you look pretty. Four words. Four words, George! I get it - you struggle to say things when you get overwhelmed, but I would've appreciated something as simple as that. I didn't need you to dance with me, or to give me a necklace that belonged to someone dear to you, or even wear a tie that matches my dress. I just needed four words. Three if you take out my name!"

"It isn't that easy! My throat closes up around you, and I forget how to speak."

"You're speaking fine right now."

"Yeah, because we're arguing. You're not standing in front of me looking like you've been blessed by some god."

You blink, stunned. "Well, I suppose that's one way to put it."

"I could put it a million different ways in my head, but I just can't say them." He won't look at you. In fact, he's taken his glasses off. "(name), I've never felt like this before, and it's hard to vocalise any of it. Last night I was - well, a lot of it was spent trying to figure out how to word it all without embarrassing myself. Like - like, I enjoy mornings with you before Lucy and Lockwood get up - well, most mornings - and we just talk about anything. You listen to me about things you probably don't care about."

"I do so care about Jonathan Fro-yo's books -"

"Jonathon Arroyo, you mean." There's a little smile on his face. He's fiddling with his fingers. "But that's beside the point. There are a lot of things I like about you or enjoy doing with you, I just don't know how to say it all."

Watching him for a moment, you decide to take a leap. "Would it make it easier if I told you I am hopelessly head over heels for you? Those mooney eyes Lockwood and Lucy are always doing? I'm also a culprit of it, but you're the source."

The glasses are back on, and you have to admire the way his hair flops over his forehead in messy curls when he turns to look at you abruptly. Those entrancing dark eyes of his widen in shock.

"You're telling me you couldn't guess? George Karim, perhaps your research skills aren't quite on par with what you think they are."

He smiles, a little less subdued this time, and your heart soars at the sight. "I'll try my best to talk from now on," he promises. "But it gets hard. All I ask is that you understand that."

"So, am I correct in assuming you like me back? Because if I've just admitted that I'm crazy about you and you don't even feel the same, I'll be mortified."

"I do," he says. "And you did look pretty last night. Beyond pretty."

It's not much, but it's a start, and you're willing to work on it.

#george karim x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #george karim #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #x reader #fanfiction #george cubbins #givemea-dam-break

[cuttergauthier]

Enemies To Lovers

female Mittelstadt reader x Matthew Knies

Warning: against, fluff

word count: 1.8k

this takes place last year

let me know what you guys think🤍

I’m Luke's older sister and John’s younger sister. I'm a Sophomore at Minnesota, I already knew some of the guys on the team since I met some of them last year during my freshman year. I get along with everyone except for Matthew. I’ve always tried being nice to him, but he just doesn’t like me.

For some reason even if he’s always mean to me, I still have a crush on him, I just wish he would feel the same way.

Today was a game day for the boys, they were playing Wisconsin, I was going to the game with Morgan  she’s Brock Faber's girlfriend. She’s a Senior this year, we been friends since my freshman year when we met and she took me under her wing. We were getting ready for the game together.

“what are you wearing to the game?” she asked me while she was trying to find something to wear

“I was thinking just leather pants with my Minnesota hoodie and a black puffer vest” I told her while I was doing with my hair

“ ohh that’s going to be so cute… are you trying to impress someone” she replied with a smirk

“shut up” she was the only one I told about my crush on Matthew.

“why don’t you just try and talk to him… you never know he might feel the same way about you” giving me a sad smile

“Oh yeah, because him always being rude to me, would mean he might have a crush on me” I replied sarcastically

“Maybe that’s why he’s always rude hon, he might not know how to tell you”

“ Doubt it” I replied before getting ready to leave.

We both got dressed and left to go to arena.

Once we got there we met up with two of the other girls.

“You guys are so pretty” Jenna said giving us a hug

The game started and we were up by 2 goals scored by Logan and you guessed it Matthew.

The second he scored Morgan was smirking at me, which made me roll my eyes.

We ended up winning the game 4-2. We went down to the locker room to wait for the boys, when they came out, they were ecstatic, I went and gave both of my brothers a hug.

“Good game Luke, you to John”

“Thanks sis, the guys want to throw a little party, you down?” John asked

“For sure, I never miss a party” I said smirking which made him chuckle

Morgan came over to us with Brock

“you’re going to the party, right?”

“of course”

“Perfect, let’s go home and get ready” she said grabbing my arm as me we are way out of arena and go home.

I ended up only changing my top and wore a cute Red Long sleeve satin top. Once we were both ready we made our way to the senior house where the house was already full of people.

“I’m going to go find Brock, are you okay alone” she asked me

“of course, I’m going to go find something to drink” I replied, she nodded and left.

I made my way to the kitchen for a drink, Matthew was by the fridge getting himself something to drink, when he turned around he saw me standing there.

“of course, you’re here” he scoffed closing the fridge and opening a can of beer

“I never miss a party Matthew… is there any more beer?”

He nodded before leaving me there alone

It made me sad. I just really wish he wouldn’t hate me

I opened the fridge and got myself a beer, when I turned around, I saw Jackson looking at me with sad eyes.

“what?” I ask while taking a sip of beer.

“You like him don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I lied

“It’s not hard to notice y/n, I see the way you look at him… just don’t give up on him… you might be surprised on how he really feels about you.” He said before leaving me standing there shock.

I shook my head and made my way to the living room to see if I could find one the boys.

I saw Logan and Jimmy talking so I made my way over to them.

“hey boys” they both smiled at me and gave me a hug

“hey, you want to play beer pong? Jimmy doesn’t want to” Thomas said looking at Jimmy annoyed

“I’d love to but you’re going down Logan” I said, making them laugh

We made our way to the beer pong table “Are we making a bet?” I asked him. We usually always made a bet, that the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted.

“yep” he replied smirking

I could tell he was up to something I just didn’t know what

We started playing, and a bunch of people started to make their way around to watch. I was doing pretty good, but Logan was still beating me, we both only had one cup left.

“Come on y/n you got this!” I heard Morgan and Brock yelled

I threw and missed making me throw my head back groaning

Logan smirked before throwing the ping pong ball into the cup

And a bunch of people started cheering for him, since he won

I was feeling a buzz from all the beer, and I had a bad feeling about what he was going to make me do.

“Okay good game, what do I have to do?” I ask him which made him smirk

“i want you to go and try and talk to Matthew, it’s about time you two had a normal conversation!” he said smirking

“No way in hell, I don’t feel like getting insulted by him right now” I was annoyed, why would he make me do this.

“come on y/n just get yourself another drink and go find Matthew please” he begged using his puppy dog eyes

“fine I will but if it end up with me punching him, I’m not going to apologies” I breathed out

“ you and I both know you wouldn’t punch him” he said smirking before leaving me there

I scoffed and made my way to the kitchen to get another drink, and hopefully find Matthew. The only way I was going to be able to talk to him is if I’m drunk.

Thankfully he was at the fridge again, getting himself another drink

“Mind giving me a beer?” I said behind him, he turned around and saw me

I saw him roll his eyes and grab a second beer. Once he closed the fridge he turned around and gave me the beer and went to walk away before I grabbed his arm.

He looked at his hand holding his arm and then my face. I could tell he was annoyed so I let go of my hold.

“Sorry… but can we talk alone for a minute?” I asked softly to open my beer.

He scrunched his nose before taking a sip of his beer.

“Fine… let’s go upstairs then, I don’t need anyone seeing us talk” he replied annoyed before making his way up the stairs to his room, with me following behind him. We both made our way in his room before he closed the door.

“What do want?” he asked with a glare

“Do you always have to be mad at me… what have I ever done to you?” I said softly

He let out a sign

“seriously… this is what you wanted to talk about?”

“ yes, I’ve tried being nice to you, but you have never once been nice to me.” I said sadly

“ I don’t have time for this,” he replied, annoyed, making him turn around and about to walk away, making me grab his arm again.

He turn to look me in the face with angry eyes

“Let go of my arm” he said angrily

“No, Matthew, please just tell me, why…” at this point I had tears in my eyes threatening to fall

“No, I don’t want to talk to your or about this” he replied angry and storming out of the room

I closed my eyes choking back a sob, I got myself together and left the room trying to find Morgan  to let her know I was heading home, I couldn’t stay here any longer.

When I finally found her, she could something was wrong, she knew me better than I knew myself

“What’s wrong, did you talk to Matthew, did he do something” she rushed out before hugging me

“No it’s fine, I tried to talk to him, he didn’t want to talk. I’m just going to go back to our place, I don’t feel like being here anymore” I said softly

She gave me a soft smile before nodding

I gave her another hug before making my way home.

Once I got home, I made my way to my room, I changed out of my clothes and threw on a pair of gray sweatpants and my Minnesota hoodie.

When I was done I heard a knock on the door.

I made my way over and opened the door seeing Matthew there with his hand in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?”

“can I talk to you” he asked softly

“now you want to talk, you weren’t earlier” I was starting to get angry

“yeah well after you left Morgan  sort of gave it to me that I had to stop being an ass and talk to you, so here I am” he said losing his patience

I made room for him to walk inside before closing the door

We made our way to the couch and sat down

“I’m sorry okay, I never met for you to think I hated you” he said looking at me with sad eyes

“Then why did you, you made me feel like trash Matty” I said

“I know… I really am sorry… I like you y/n, I have for a long time, I thought you’d never feel the same way, so it was easier for me to just be rude to you all the time instead of telling you how I feel and being turned down” he said grabbing my hand

“Well you would’ve known I felt the same way if you would have just told me how you felt”

“ what” he asked surprised

“I like you to Matthew… even if you were an ass to me” I said making him chuckle.

“can I kiss you?”

“yes”

He leaned in a kissed you softly

When you both pulled away breathing heavy

“any chance I could take you out sometime?” he ask chuckling

“ I’d love that” I replied before kissing him again

#nhl #nhl fanfiction #NHL Hockey #NHL fic #Hockey Fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey #matthew knies #matthew knies blurb #matthew knies imagine #matthew knies fic #logan cooley #jimmy snuggerud #Gophers

[buckyalpine]

Hi :> its my birthday today (oct5) and no one really wished me a happy birthday besides my family :<. So may I please request a Bucky x fem!chubby reader romantically and avengers x fem!chubby reader platonically where they surprised her on her birthday and she didn’t expect it because she thought that they don’t care. She cried a little and she received a lot of different gifts. And bucky’s gift was very special and she cried (you can choose what special gift is that😉) and in the end the party ended and both reader and bucky went to their shared room and cuddled for a bit before saying goodnight’s and i love you’s. I hope this is okay! Thank you!!🫶🏻

Hi my lovely!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY I hope you had an amazing day, sending you lots of love and birthday hugs!!! <3

11:59 PM

You stared at the time on the clock, sighing to yourself. It was almost 12 and you knew you should have just gone to sleep, it was unlikely any messages would be pouring in anyway. You had a sliver of hope for one person. He wouldn't forget. He would definitely wish you.

12:00 AM

Nothing.

You could feel tears sting your eyes, no one remembered, not even him. What hurt the most was you always remembered all of theirs. You pulled the sheets over yourself, your pillow getting more wet by the second. What a fantastic start to your day.

*****

"Y/n!"

You could hear Steve calling for you, his voice slightly muffled standing outside your door. You trudged out of bed, to find Steve standing with Sam, both of them grinning down at you while you were still in your "I <3 White Wolf" T-shirt.

"You think you could take Sam to do some shopping? He needs some help"

It wasn't the strangest request, the team came to you for help all the time. You couldn't help the feeling of your heart dropping when neither wished you a happy birthday but you figured there wasn't much you could do. You nodded, giving them a weak smile before closing your door to change.

"She looked so sad, maybe we should just tell her"

"Yeah, and ruin 6 months of work?"

"Fine"

*****

"It's for my...friend. She's got a bangin' body like yours, now go try the dress on so I know if it'd fot her or not" You'd spend the entire day shopping with Sam, though he seemed to be more interested in playing dress up with you more than anything. Every time you tried something on, he'd inspect you up and down. This time, his eyes lit up. It was a floor length gown that hugged your curves perfectly. The satin material hugged your body, with a high slit that showed off your thighs. You looked amazing.

"Mhm, yup, how about you go...feed...the ducks?"

"What"

"The one's outside of the mall and I'll join you after, leave the dress in the changeroom"

You felt like you were in a fever dream, but you were really just trying to get through the day. You waited outside for Sam to join you, it appeared he bought the latest dress he made you put on.

You both reached the compound which was empty. At first you were sad, but now you were just mad because of all people to not wish you, not even see you was your boyfriend. What the hell was he doing?

"Sam, where's Bucky?"

"With...Steve?"

"Where's Steve?"

"With Tony..."

"For fucks sake" You whispered to yourself. "Where's Tony and don't say with Nat"

"With Clint"

You stared at him while he had a shit eating grin on his face, dragging you to your floor. You confusedly followed Sam,

"Try it on one more time!"

"But-

"Just do it and show me!"

You put the dress on, admiring yourself in the mirror for a moment before stepping back out into the hall, to find it empty.

"Sam?"

No response.

"Y/n!"

You made your way to the pitch dark living room, confused over where everyone had gone-

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N"

You slapped your hand over your mouth to contain your scream, the room lighting up with the entire team waiting for you, a comically large pile of presents in the center. Well almost everyone was there...you still hadn't seen...

"You know, there's another present waiting for you outside"

You made your way outside to find the garden strung with fairy lights, candles lighting the pathway to the compound lake. Bucky was waiting for you, nervously shifting on his feet while you ran to him,

"Happy Birthday angel" He whispered, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you close to him. He cupped your face, planting kisses all over you, his heart beating out of his chest because this had to be perfect. Before you could say anything he took your hand, getting down on one knee.

"Y/n" He kissed your hand soothingly while your lip quivered, tears already spilling down your cheeks. "Baby, I knew I wanted to be with you forever from the day I met you. You're the most precious thing in my life. I'd give anything to be able to wake up beside you every single day, to be able to hold you every single night"

"I can't even put into words how much I adore you angel, you complete my heart in a way no one else does"

"My y/n, will you marry me?"

You could hardly get any words out, your lip shaking, furiously nodding before letting out a choked sob.

"Y-yes!"

He took a ring from a little black box, slipping it onto your finger before sweeping you into his arms, his lips smashing onto yours. His arms cradled you close to him, he loved holding onto your soft curves, hi hands stroking the bare skin on your back.

You could hear the cheers from the team who joined you outside, but all you could focus on was the man in front of you, your sweet Bucky. His lips didn't leave your skin, kissing every inch he could, you were his home. His everything.

"I love you sweet girl"

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanmix #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes fan fic #bucky fan fiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x chubby reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x female reader #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #soft bucky #bucky barnes soft fic

[moowithmidnight]

I really love musical Duke but there is one thing I think the movie did better.

Movie Duke is pathetic, right? He is pathetic and sad and embarrassing and the audience is supposed to understand how pathetic this little man is. We’re supposed to laugh, because he’s made to be mousy and unattractive, hiding behind his wealth and power to get a woman who is clearly stringing him along. We are supposed to forget that he is a threat, because he is just so ridiculous- until he isn’t.

Until Satine rejects him, so he goes to rape her and threatens to blow Christian’s head off. Until he sends Warner to actually murder the man standing in his way, and we (and Satine) are reminded, oh shit- this man is dangerous.

Because men feeling rejected is a threat to women.

#musical duke has this moment too but Nini’s warning kind of negates the intense dread I felt watching those scenes #movie Satine is more worried about the club and her dreams than her actual well-being up until she refuses to sleep with him #god this is rotting my brain #this is so dramatic but I’m literally right?? so oh well #moulin rouge #moulin rouge broadway #moulin rouge musical

[writing-for-life]

Thank you for an amazing 2023!

About metas, fics and sparkly things…

This won’t be short, but you wouldn’t expect that from me, would you? 🤣

I’ve been on Tumblr for just a bit over a year because I needed to get off my family’s back after my three decades long Sandman brain-rot got worse again due to the Netflix series. I hovered around a handful of followers for months until things exploded (I still don’t know why tbh, I think it was one particular meta that kicked things off a bit), and I somehow ended up with hundreds of followers, which might not be much to some, but it’s a lot for me.

So to all of you I’d like to say: Thank you for being here. I don’t always manage to stay on top of things because my notifs are a mess and I lose track, plus I have a rather busy life and can often only write in batches and then queue, but each of you is appreciated, even if I accidentally forget to get back to you or if we aren’t mutuals.

I’ve made such lovely connections over the last year—my interest in The Sandman definitely does not align with the main focus that shan’t be named, and I’m glad that you folks are out there. You probably know who you are.

Now to the obligatory “your posts wrapped” thing—and I’m only doing it because I need to make a point (of course I do 🤣).

News and art

My by far most successful posts have been casting/shooting news and pretty pictures (two examples are linked). And I’m grateful for all the reblogs and likes of those, but apart from curating them, they’re not really me. They’re someone else’s work.

Meta analysis

Then you have my metas, which make up the bulk of the other posts that are doing quite well (you can find all of them in my pinned post).

Even if it wasn’t my most “successful” one (what does that even mean?), this one meant the most to me:

I love writing metas, whether they cover literary concepts, psychology, music or art because I’m a permanently brain-frazzled multi-hyphenate who has to talk about everything that won’t leave her alone.

I also love when you’re sending me asks btw. For the latter, I hope they pick up again in 2024 because they really nosedived since I switched off anonymous asks (which I won’t change, soz) after some people just thought it’s good sport to be an arse about my not being here to pray at the altar of the ship. I guess we have briefly covered the ugly side of Tumblr, too, then.

Writing

But what I'm most proud of when I think of all the things I've done in 2023 is my fiction and poetry. And that's both a happy and slightly sad thing to address.

My 31 Haikus for Sandtober started as a bit of fun, but they’ve developed a life of their own, and people seemingly liked them. The post also contains a bit of my fan-art:

I still intend to turn them into a hardcover at some point, but I won’t be able to create all the artwork myself, so if you’re a fan-artist and want to know what I’m thinking of, please get in touch (I’ll still talk about this in more detail at some point though).

The other thing I’m incredibly proud of is “The Light of Stars”.

I started it as a NaNoWriMo project in 2022 (I always use NaNo to do something that is less stressful than my professional writing projects), wrote it in a bit more than a month—and then did nothing with near 80,000 words until June 2023.

And then I thought “Fuck it,” and published it on Ao3. It’s a canon x OC fic, and this is where it gets a bit sad. Because for most of us writers, these are never the posts that get most engagement (the ratio is really something like 100 : 1 — 500 for a shitpost, 5 for an average writing post).

On Ao3, it gradually picked up because I published chapter after chapter, and I think I can say that it’s done fairly well over there in terms of engagement for an OC fic, and above all how people engage with it. Because it’s a bit deeper despite being romance, it deals with heavy topics like grief, and I’m so glad to have touched a few people’s hearts with it, and that it was meaningful to them. So much so that you all convinced me to write a sequel.

But here’s the thing: The general engagement with writing, especially non-explicit, non-ship, non-readerY/N on Tumblr is very, very low.

Writers who write canon x OC are still struggling to be heard through the noise (it’s not just me, I’ve had many conversations about this, so I’ll just say: I’ll speak for many of us). There are basically hardly any events for us to participate in (most of us only ever do so if we shift to canon one-shots, poetry or metas. If we don’t: Again, no one cares), and fandom often actively chooses to ignore us because “all OCs are self-inserts, ew.” Which is patently not true, and I could go on a long rant now why many canon x canon fics are very obvious self-inserts, which I won’t.

But even if all OCs were self-inserts, even if all characters were—so what? All writing is to a degree based on self-insertion because it comes from our brains—it’s not a bad thing. But apparently, it becomes a bad thing if the character is an OC, heaven knows why.

So if I had one wish (I’m allowed one, right?) for 2024, it would be that people engage more with OC fics and include them more in community events. That fandom, which prides itself in community, includes writers who don’t write for (the main) ship/s a bit more, especially if they don’t write smut (which I personally even do professionally, but I don’t want to have to do it in fanfic just to get engagement). I’m not holding my breath because I know that’s not where fandom’s oft single-minded focus lies, but a girl can dream, right?

And with that, I want to get to my proudest accomplishments of them all:

Being the curator queen of the sparkle realms:

Being one (arguably the main) instigator of the maddest crack ship that has ever graced (?) the face of the earth, spawned the most unhinged discussion (much truth in it though 🤣) and even NSFW fanart. I promise I’ll write that fic about Murphy and his Cool Hat:

Have a lovely 2024!

#2023 wrapped #the sandman #sandman #sandman meta #sandman fanfiction #sandman fanart #sparkle content #sparklecontent #murphy and his cool hat

[apolloanddaphnis]

Amberline

Part II

Disclaimer: It's not good or proofread. This fic will have mature content, it will not stay sut free for long...

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I was hiding from Gretchen.

Okay, that's not true.

I was hiding from Gretchen and her friends Sonia and Jerrica. I wasn't in the mood to answer questions about why I wear my hair like Morticia Addams according to Jerrica, or listening to Sonia obsess over Kyle's angst and why she would be good for him.

Sonia is very off, whenever she sees Kyle with another girl, she acts like a jealous girlfriend. Sometimes she'll give him the cold shoulder, and naturally he won't even notice. That one week when he was with Kayla Kendall, Sonia sobbed in the girl's bathroom, wrote Kayla Kendall has herpes on the bathroom wall, ripped up her diary which apparently consisted only of Kyle and attempted to flush the pages down the toilet which only caused a flood.

She now has a week of detention.

I like them though.  I think Gretchen is nice to talk to, I opened up about my old friends ignoring me and told her it felt nice to be included. Last week we had a sleepover at Jerrica's. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the girls like scary movies too, and they let me pick the movies since I work at Blockbusters and get the discount. We watched Scream, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Slumber Party Massacre II, and Donnie Darko. We had pizza hut and of course talked about Kyle. They can't stop talking about how he approached me at morning mass that day, but I reminded them that he hasn't approached me since. He was probably just intrigued because I was a girl he hadn't seen before.

I hated how that made me feel sad and insignificant, because I couldn't stop thinking about him. And when he wasn't paying any attention to me, which was often, I would watch him. I'm writing a story about a serial killer who has fallen obsessed and in love with this girl who feels all alone. The killer is an actor and no one suspects his crimes, I based him off of Kyle. Down to those loose, satin curls of his.

I think about him so often, I even made a CD of songs that remind me of him.

I'd never admit that out loud, how I would die of embarrassment if I was another girl obsessing over the mad, bad, and dangerous to know Kyle Scheible. 

But yes, I was hiding from my new friends. It's very hard reading around them, and lately I've been enthralled by Flowers in the Attic, a book that the school and most schools have banned. It had lies, murder, incest, everything horrid and written like poetry.

I was hiding beneath a tree on the school property, headphones on and listening to Hole's Live Through This, album to set the mood right.

It was a hot September day, I had two buttons undone on my school shirt and my socks scrunched down, one leg laying down as the other was hitched up. My hair was piled up on top of my head and held together by a tortoise shell banana clip, a myriad of my raven strands fell from the clasp. But it was off my neck and that was what's important. 

I swallowed the words on the pages with greed until I felt someone beside me. I froze when I saw long pale fingers, a disproportionate thumb resting on the page, teasing its hem. I smelled laundry detergent, cigarettes, and a spicy cologne smell as I felt someone against me.

I pushed my headphones down to rest around my neck and looked up to find Kyle reading the words on the page of my book with intensity.

Instead of demanding what his problem was, I found myself studying his perfect profile. His prominent Adam's apple I wanted to suck on, the razor sharp jawline and his aquiline nose. His eyes look greener today, like marble green. His hair fell in his face and I had the strongest desire to brush it away, but the breeze did that for me and I envied that breeze for doing so.

"“Around us, below us, this huge house seemed a monster, holding us in its sharp-toothed mouth. If we moved, whispered, breathed heavily, we’d be swallowed and digested.” You really are little Miss-Scare-All, aren't you Amberline?" He finally took his eyes off of the page after reading that excerpt, to stare intimidatingly into my eyes.

I swallowed, my chest rose and fell from my hammering heart, his eyes briefly dropped down to my heaving breasts like some dirty romance novel.  We were so close, I could almost taste his neck. I could bite his collarbone if I wanted.

"How do you know my name?"

His eyes remained dead but a silver of a smirk decorated his lips. "I asked your friend, Gretchen. She nearly uh…had a heart attack though." He chuckled breathily. "You're a little hard to track down Amberline Frasier, someone said you were in the art room and you weren't.  You take the bus to whoever or wherever knows where, and you work at Blockbusters but I never see you there."

He was looking for me? I was speechless, there was nothing special about me, I'm not pretty or interesting or social.  I have no interest in climbing up the high school social ladder. 

He brushed his fingers against my naked thigh, I didn't stop him or feel offense, I just wanted him to never stop touching.  

"Everyone is calling you a witch." He smirked.

"Oh…that's okay…"

His smirk almost formed into a smile and he leaned in closer, slipping something into my bag. "Your lack of care for what your peers think of you, is intriguing." He then stood up. How someone could rise from the grass so smoothly, I'll never know. 

But he was gone as quick as he arrived. I looked at what he slipped into my backpack, finding a copy of The Crucible, I opened the book to the bookmarked page, and there highlighted the quote "‘— a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.’". 

Then a ripped piece of paper was paperclipped to the page in messy handwriting, reading, "meet me after school in the parking lot, tell me what haunts you. I want to know about the witch of Immaculate Heart." - Kyle

@meetmyothersouls

#timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x oc #kyle scheible #lady bird

[ikeromantic]

can there be a sequel with belle who is getting married soon and the princes are jealous because they thought they really would have a chance to marry belle one day ?

Thanks for the ask! I meant this one to be a bit funny when I started writing, but I think it's also a bit sad. Heartbreak, loneliness, and jealousy are fast friends. Approx. 2400 words

The day was perfect. Blue skies, a warm golden sun, bird song and flowers in bloom. The former Belle could not have asked for a better wedding day. Her dress was simple but fine, the fabric a pink so light it was almost white, the edges embroidered in gold thread. She wore a crown of flowers instead of gems, and her slippers were not satin, but she was happy.

Happy to be marrying a writer. His name was Nathaniel. She’d met him after leaving the palace when he brought a few copies of his book to the shop. He let her have a copy, and she’d fallen in love - first with his prose, and then with him.

Today, she would make it official. It was the best day of her -

“Emma.” 

That sharp, calculating voice interrupted her thoughts and pulled her eyes to the entrance. Sariel stood there, his expression one of intense disapproval. 

“Lord Noir.” She dropped into a practiced curtsy, his lessons flooding back. “Welcome. I - I didn’t expect to see you today.”

“I expect you didn’t, considering not a single invitation to this event made it to the castle.” His lips curved into a disapproving frown. 

Emma sighed and straightened. “You told me no contact. Clause 99.”

Sariel tsked. He was about to say more when Yves pushed past him and came into the room. For a moment the prince’s eyes went wide, his mouth open in a small ‘oh’ but he quashed the expression, replacing it with haughtily raised brows and a sharp smile.

“I don’t know what I expected from a commoner wedding. But surely our Belle could do better than this.” Yves stalked across the room, moving more like an angry cat than a graceful prince. “Who did your hair? And - this make-up?”

Emma winced. “I did?”

“This is why you should have sent me something. Now I’m going to have to spend time undoing this mess before I can fix it.” Yves pulled out the little stool from the vanity table. “Sit.”

Emma sat. “I really would have, Prince Yves. But Sariel made it quite clear that I-”

“A writer! You turned me down for a writer!?” Nokto sauntered into the room. “This must be some sort of joke. Did Clavis rope you into this?”

“N-no?” Emma tried to turn her head to look at the newcomer, but Yves wouldn’t let her. 

“While I do believe our former Belle could have done better than a scribbler, she could do better than you. With all due respect, Prince Nokto.” Sariel’s smile was worse than his frown.

“Nearly anyone would be better than you, Nokto,” Yves added. “Like me. Not - not that I would ever marry a commoner. But if I were interested. That’s all.” He cleared his throat.

Nokto sniffed. “There isn’t anyone better. I’m an experienced lover, good with a blade, better with words. Impeccable fashion -”

“You must be joking,” Yves interrupted.

“He is.” Licht’s voice came from somewhere behind Nokto. “He’s just jealous. But it’s ok Emma. I know why you didn’t choose me. I’m bad luck. So I’m not jealous. I’m . . . happy . . . for you.”

Nokto turned to raise an eyebrow at Licht. “That was practically a speech, brother. Did you practice it? Because you need to. Even I didn’t buy the last line.”

“I umm, I hate to interrupt? It’s really nice that you all came to wish me well but I really need to finish getting ready. The ceremony starts soon and I am not going to be late to my own wedding.” Emma tried to sound commanding but it didn’t have the desired effect. 

“Late, hm? I wonder what your groom would do if you simply did not arrive?” Sariel sounded contemplative. Terrifyingly so.

“Lord Noir, do not follow that line of thinking. If anything happens to Nathaniel, I will be very angry with all of you.” The former Belle gave them the look she wore when moments from slapping.

Nokto was quite familiar with it. He winced a little and took a step back.

“We should probably leave,” Licht sighed. 

“Yes, you should all go so I can repair her makeup.” Yves made a shooing gesture. 

Sariel nodded. “I will see you at the ceremony then.” He led the others out, leaving Emma alone with Yves.

“You know,” Yves spoke softly, close to her ear. “Clause 99 isn’t absolute. And it only applies to the king, really.”

“Prince Yves,” Emma struggled to find the words he needed to hear. She liked the arrogant but kind prince. He was like a hedgehog, prickly on the outside by such a softie underneath. And she realized her leaving had hurt him. “You know that you and your brothers are very important to me. But I’m not a noble.”

“A situation easily remedied.” Leon’s voice came from the hall outside. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” He came into the room, his easy smile absent for once. “I hope that isn’t the real reason you left, Emma.”

The former Belle began to rise so that she could curtsy but Leon waved her back into her seat.

“No need for that. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“But you’re king. I can’t just sit here, Your Highness.”

Yves tsked. “I need you to hold still, Emma. And shut your eyes.”

“Go ahead,” Leon chuckled. “We can talk while Yves finishes up.”

“Okay.” Emma gave him a nervous smile and then shut her eyes. She hadn’t imagined the King of Rhodolite would crash her wedding. Nathaniel and his family would be beside themselves. 

“Did you leave because you lacked a title? I would have granted you one, if it meant you might stay.” Leon pulled up a seat nearby. His voice sounded very close.

Emma sighed. “No. It’s not just that. I knew Sariel was right. If I stayed, I would end up hurt. It might even affect you and your brothers negatively. It wouldn’t have been right.” 

Leon took her hand between his. His rough palms held her gently. “I know you would never reflect badly on the royal family. Not anymore than we already do to ourselves. I mean, have you met Clavis?” They both laughed a little at that, then Leon went on in a more serious voice. “We miss you. I hope you know that.”

“I miss you all too.”

The king cleared his throat. “If - if you could, would you come back? To the palace, I mean?”

Emma squeezed his fingers. “To visit, yes. But I wouldn’t want to live there again. I have a good life in the city. And today, I’m marrying the man I love.”

Leon was silent for a moment. He let go of her hand.

Yves let out a long sigh. “You’re perfect now. You can open your eyes.” He held out a mirror for her to see what he’d changed. 

She didn’t really need the mirror. Emma could see the pride in Yves gaze as he looked at her, and Leon’s parted lips. But she checked anyhow. The small changes to her makeup and the style he’d chosen for her hair were more than perfect. She didn’t think she ever looked so beautiful. 

“You really are,” Leon stopped, swallowing. “You really are beautiful. That Nathaniel is a lucky man.”

“Too lucky,” Yves muttered. Then crossed his arms. “Well, that’s done. Don’t touch your face and if your hair starts to fall, I’ll be around. Come and get me to fix it. I know if you try to do it yourself, you’ll just mess it up.” Despite his haughty words, his lashes were damp and he wouldn’t meet her gaze. 

“Thank you.” Emma patted Yves arm. “You are both such precious friends. If it really is alright to contact you, after this maybe I could visit?”

“Or we could visit you.” Leon smiled. He took Yves by the arm. “We’ll give you some time to yourself. I think the ceremony starts soon.”

Meanwhile . . .

“So you’re the guy.” Jin leaned lazily against a doorframe, a lollipop jammed in his mouth. His garnet gaze focused intently on the young man standing on the other side of the small room. 

“I’m Nathaniel. Are you one of Emma’s friends?” He eyed the stranger with a little nervousness. This guy didn’t look like the bookish sort and as far as he knew, Emma’s only guests were her assistant Rio and the owner of the bookshop. 

“You could say that.” Jin crunched the candy and pulled the bare stick from between his lips. “My name is Jin.”

“Or you could say we were lovers.” Another man sauntered past Jin, ignoring him completely. 

Jin grinned. “In your dreams, Clavis. Stop messing with the guy. Look at him. He’s confused already.”

“He really is.” Clavis pouted. “It seems our Emma didn’t tell him about us at all.” He closed the distance, until he stood too close to Nathaniel for comfort. “Did she really never mention us? Not even me? The most handsome gentleman of all?”

That was when it hit Nathaniel. These were the princes. Royalty. In his dressing room right now. He swallowed. “Actually, uhm, she did. I’m . . . pleased to meet you.” 

“Oh good,” Clavis clapped his hands together. “I was beginning to worry.” He leaned close, examining Nathaniel as one might a strange bug crawling on the wall. “About how much would you say you weigh, hm?”

“Weigh?”

Jin held up a hand. “Don’t answer him. You’ll just encourage whatever trap or prank he has planned.”

Nathaniel glanced between them. “I’m very confused right now, if I’m being honest with you. Emma didn’t mention that any nobility would be attending and I - I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is here.”

“No proper etiquette,” Clavis grinned. “All you have to do is answer our questions. 

Jin straightened. “You can start by telling us how you seduced Emma. Because I can tell you, she’s a tough cookie. She doesn’t fall for the typical methods.” He pulled another candy from his pocket. “So. What’s your secret?”

“I . . . I don’t know? She liked my book?” Nathaniel was beginning to feel a bit threatened by these two. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but it sounded like the princes might be in love with his fiancée. 

A voice as cold as a deep winter storm interrupted whatever response Jin and Clavis might make. “I doubt that. The book was an amateurish effort at best. A play on tired tropes, the characters dull, the ending predictable.” 

All three of them turned to face the newcomer. He was terrifying. Tall and blonde with wide shoulders, a face carved from marble and set with pale blue eyes. Everything about him spoke strength and violence. 

Nathaniel didn’t need introduction to this one. He knew without asking that this was the Brutal Beast. The terror of Bloodstained Rose Day. He bowed. 

“Get up.” Chevalier walked into the room, his gaze evaluating and dismissing what he saw in the same moment. “Clavis, go dismantle the trap you set in the chapel. Now.”

Clavis smiled. “What trap is that, big brother? I have no idea-”

Chevalier’s sword flashed, the tip stopping just short of Clavis’ neck.

The younger prince smiled more widely. “I see. Then I best go check and make sure the chapel is safe. I’d hate to get blamed for someone else’s prank.” He sauntered out as if he hadn’t nearly been stabbed a heartbeat before.

Jin watched him go, hands in his pockets. The lollipop stick bobbed between his lips. “I should go too. I have some people to talk to in Grey Cliff.”

“Grey Cliff? That’s where Emma and I are going for our honeymoon.”

“You’re very simple.” Chevalier’s sword hovered in the air between him and Nathaniel. 

Jin just smiled and left, crunching his candy. 

Nathaniel wasn’t sure how to respond. This was a prince, and ingrained politeness told him he should agree with what the noble said. But his pride warred against being called simple. He ended up saying nothing.

The two men stood there, staring at each other. Chevalier’s ice cold gaze pushing back against Nathaniel’s warm brown eyes. 

“I could pay you to leave Rhodolite.”

“What? Why?” Nathaniel drew back in surprise. 

“Killing you would upset her.” Despite saying this, Chevalier didn’t lower his blade. 

Nathaniel took a steadying breath. Apparently there were more palace stories Emma needed to share. Because this was not something he expected. Getting death threats from a prince! “It - it would, yes. For whatever reason, Emma loves me very much.”

Chevalier’s eyes narrowed. “And you love her.”

“More than anything.”

The sword moved so fast that Nathaniel didn’t have time to be frightened. One moment, it hung in the air between them and the next, it pressed against the side of his neck. Cold and sharp and final in a way he couldn’t have imagined. 

“She is worth more than every writer in Rhodolite. More than every book you might ever pen.”

Nathaniel squeaked out a yes. 

Chevalier’s grim expression did not change. “If you hurt her. If she is hurt in your care. If she is unhappy. If I think she might be unhappy . . .” The sword pressed painfully into the skin of Nathaniel’s neck leaving a thin line of beaded blood. 

“I . . . I understand.” 

The sword drew back. Chevalier wiped the blade and sheathed it carefully. With a last haughty look at the trembling bridegroom, he turned and left.

Later . . .

Rio walked Emma down the aisle. Though his cheeks were damp with tears, he smiled broadly as he handed her off to Nathaniel. 

Emma made no comment at the hastily rearranged chapel flowers. She’d caught sight of Clavis carrying out some suspiciously heavy vases and had a good idea what might have happened. The scratch on Nathaniel’s neck worried her more, but he didn’t seem too concerned. 

His eyes lit up when he saw her, and her heart sped when he took her hands. 

The only royal that didn’t have his eyes fixed on her radiant expression was Luke. He’d passed out drinking mead before the ceremony started, and now he lay between the pews in a dead sleep. And even he dreamt lonely dreams of chasing sweet Emmas through long corridors, where she was always in sight and never in reach.

Each prince watched with varying degrees of envy. It seemed the Belle made her choice, and while she wasn’t selecting a king this time, the decision felt just as momentous. Every one of them wished, in that moment, to trade places with Nathaniel. What good was position and power without love? But they’d missed their chance and they knew it.

#ikemen prince #ikeprince au #ikeprince #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff #light angst

[rafecameronsslxt]

How Come

Polo Benavent x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Smut and hair pulling

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Does anyone even watch Elite anymore? This was really short also, should've been working on my obx fan fictions, but didn't. oops.

Honestly don't expect much from this either, but like I'm in love with this man.

His bright blue eyes laid on my vibrant hazel ones like I was the only thing in the world despite Polo always seeming to hate me, but it went both ways. I don’t think I could ever hate someone like Polo, a caring and dependable person. It wasn’t always like this; Tension and heartache lingered between each other, which made our friends uncomfortable at moments.

   At one point, this beautiful man stood beside me. Not in front of me or across while his eyes wandered over my body. The memories of that awful night start to taint this evening, full of laughs and all of us being humane to one another for once. 

   I was dancing with Marina, our bodies swaying to the beat, while Guzmán, our brother, was having drinks with Ander and Polo. Sometimes I didn’t understand how Polo or Guzmán had still been friends after Guzman decided Polo needed a good beating for hurting me. Polo had a swollen eye and approached a broken nose after going to a doctor forced by his parents. My parents had a fit, blaming the fight on me and lecturing me about how this fight could ruin our reputation when no one besides Sam had been there. 

   Marina noticed my energy shift. “A, this is our night, not his to ruin, come on. lighten up.” My sister's radiant smile could cheer anyone up, and it did. She gave me hope with her bright red hair, which was different from any other in our family, and occasionally concerned me. I nodded my head as she took my hands, spun me around and had me giggling again. It never took much to cheer me up when it came to my sister. She just knew the right buttons to push.

   After an hour of chatting and dancing with my friends, I decided to freshen up in my bathroom, away from everyone as I started feeling suffocated. 

   I adorned my face with powder and stared at myself for a minute. I wore a champagne satin silk dress with a cowl neckline, which fit perfectly and cost hundreds, yet I didn’t feel happy. As an elite teenager, drama surrounded me, couldn’t stay away. He wouldn’t stay away, either.

   “How come you always run away?” Polo’s voice rings throughout my room as if the timing couldn’t be worse. “Maybe you shouldn’t follow me. It gets creepy after a while, Polo.” My tone is cold, like his stare. Polo always had a callous gaze that scared me, but after knowing him, I stopped caring.

  He analyzes me for a moment. His eyes landed on my lips and then on me in general. 

   “What will it take? I miss you, I love you, and I’m sorry.” Polo is pleading with me yet again. “You have said sorry so many times, Polo. Just stop it.” I couldn’t look into his eyes with my hands in his. His lips delicately pressed to my hands and jawline, too close to my lips. I push him away. 

   A loud knock comes from the locked door. “Are you coming out anytime soon? Ander needs you.” Guzmán loudly says while trying to open the door. “Yes, I’ll be out in a minute.” With that answer, the other side goes quiet. 

   I look at Polo, but he quickly picks me up and lays me on the bed. His body hovers over mine. Polo kisses me. I can’t help but miss him, us. “I can’t do this.” I put my hands on his chest, stopping him. Polo sighs. His forehead presses to mine. “Just give me another chance, baby. I promise I’ll be different this time.” Polo flips us over so that I’m directly sitting on his crotch. I can feel how hard he is. A calculated move considering he knows I won’t leave, not this time. “Do anything you want to me. Fuck me until you're not sad.” His voice is raspy and a seductive whisper. 

   I start rolling my hips on his slowly. “Take your shirt off,” I order, and he obliges. I glide my hands over his stomach, missing his body that was supposed to be mine. I lean down and kiss him softly while his dick rubs against my clit, making me moan away from the kiss. 

   Right now, I didn’t want any more foreplay. I wanted only Polo. I unbuttoned his pants and threw his boxer briefs onto the hardwood floor. “Undress me.” Oh, how I've desired this moment.

   His soft hands slid down the silk straps, exposing my perky nipples. A little smirk falls onto his mouth as my dress slides off and pools to the ground.  His hands find their way, grabbing my breasts and rubbing my nipples between his fingers. I slide his dick inside me, fitting perfectly like we never broke up. 

   “You like this. Taking control, having me all to yourself.” Polo mumbles, sucking on my neck, leaving purple marks to show I’ll forever be his. I nod fucking myself onto him, and feel his hands grab my hips, helping me go quicker. Moans fall from my lips as Polo starts doing all the work, thrusting into me mercilessly.��

   I run my hands through his black hair and pull hard at the roots. A smile forms on his lips, and he starts grunting. “Oh my god, don’t stop!” My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I could feel euphoria washing over me. Polo’s thrusts get sloppier, and ropes of his cum cover my velvety walls. 

   I untangle my fingers from his hair, my lips part, and breathing heavily. Just before I get off Polo, he pulls me in for a long passionate kiss. I smile into the kiss, feeling like things might turn out well this time. 

#polo benavent #polo benavent smut #polo benavent elite #elite netflix #elite polo #elite cast #smut

[house-of-stone-at-sunrise]

Spotify Wrapped - Miss Americana & The Scarf

The video opens on this pair, Miss Americana and an anthropomorphized red scarf they are standing inside TS right eye. Being hidden within her eye they are just below the skyline, between the Cornelia St sign and the dice roll. There are two shots of them. In the space of a few seconds the sun (her pupil) rises behind them as they meet, join hands, drop hands off-camera, but then come back together and press against one another back to back, they disappear in a literal blink of an eye just before the final zoom out. The sky is blue, fluffy cartoon clouds go by, seagulls fly through the shot, and orange-red leaves fall from the mask worn by the scarf.

Miss Americana is one of the few characters completely unmasked in the video only glitter obscures her face, I interpret this as her being a facet of TS who is more exposed to the public eye, she wears a tight pink dress with a giant bow covering her chest, very feminine, she's wearing the Miss Americana title spelled out in black friendship bracelet beads like a beauty pageant sash. The black and white beads are a notable contrast to the blue/purple/pink beads of the other friendship bracelets worn by Mountain Taylor. Both of her wrists are covered in bracelets and I think that her earrings are made of tiny versions of those beads too but they're all illegible, the earring looks like lazy daisy petal outline.

Daisies have history in Taylor's lyricism "I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy" and in her online public presence particularly in the run up to the launch of Lover and in the context of her relationship with KK.

The Scarf is a woman clad in a loose red satin robe layered with a giant red pointed scarf, aside from a toothy smile her face is obscured by orange leaves (shades of a Cheshire cat smile.) The leaves that make up the mask are the same colour as the flames of the burning house and the leaves in the snow-globe/crystal ball. Her left hand is always hidden.

The All Too Well scarf is represented another time in the video, wrapped around a cat in the foreground, but, TS says that whenever we see a cat it's just to remind us that she really likes cats so maybe that one is ignored by association?

Miss Americana is most obviously paired with The Heartbreak Prince, so does scarf-lady represent the prince as well or is the prince just absent? If so were they ghosted in favour of 'the castle' or are they just missing a direct representation because every figure in the video is part of her personal mirror-ball? All Too Well og version was on Red and the scarf represents innocence/girl-hood, is that something she could be reclaiming or, uh, re-gifting, through Miss Americana in the Lover era?

Pageants are pretty universally a feminine pursuit, and in the TS universe they're something that can be worn as a mask, and something that might be avoided to frustrate old fashioned expectations. In MAATHP "no cameras catch my pageant smile" as she ripped up her prom dress "running through rose thorns" when she saw the political landscape and ran for her life. In Dorothea the muse is "Skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes."

In MAATHP she addresses a You throughout the song, no pronouns, but "the damsels are depressed"/"we're so sad, we paint the town blue" it's easy to read THP as being female. It sounds like an apologetic plea to a lover a - you know I love you but this is a terrifying time of loaded dice and there's an unfavourable scoreboard so lets not fight with each other lets just run away together and we'll come back to this battle when the time is right. I can't help but wonder if it was originally written as Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Kid.

The image of a rising sun in music always reminds of the song House of the Rising Sun which despite the popular radio version has its origin as a folk song in which the protagonist is either a prisoner or a prostitute or both. The idea of being trapped/caged/locked in to a certain image is a theme throughout Taylors work. Of course there are more obvious connections to Taylors own work, Lovers pre-launch name was Daylight, and the song Happiness references "a glorious sunrise" both of which I've blogged about here before with the general theme of Sunrise being a metaphor for coming out of the closet. Sunrises generally signify beginnings, it's interesting that in this clip the sun rises over this relationship but never sets, just becomes hidden away.

The seagulls in this clip reference a prevalent part of the imagery for 1989 both og and re-recording, they have long been rumoured to be covert symbols of sapphic love in the TS universe. Here are some 'lesbian seagull' references if you're curious. :) [1] [2] [3]

Eye Theory is another really straight-forward link to this clip and as it's a well established piece of gaylore so I'm just going to pop a link to the @9w1ft master-post. [4]

[1] https://www.nytimes.com/1977/11/23/archives/extensive-homosexuality-is-found-among-seagulls-off-coast-of.html

[2] https://medium.com/ostem-ucsd/how-lesbian-seagulls-changed-the-gay-rights-movement-dd88493da8e0

[3] https://genius.com/Engelbert-humperdinck-lesbian-seagull-lyrics

[4] https://9w1ft.tumblr.com/post/707733730978037761/been-seeing-a-lotta-people-on-twitter-asking

#gaylor #lgbetty

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Jon VIII (Chapter 39)

Val waited by the gate in the predawn cold, wrapped up in a bearskin cloak so large it might well have fit Sam. Beside her was a garron, saddled and bridled, a shaggy grey with one white eye. Mully and Dolorous Edd stood with her, a pair of unlikely guards. Their breath frosted in the cold black air.

"You gave her a blind horse?" Jon said, incredulous.

"He's only half-blind, m'lord," offered Mully. "Elsewise he's sound enough." He patted the garron on the neck.

Look, it's Jon the horse.

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"The horse may be half-blind, but I am not," said Val. "I know where I must go."

"My lady, you do not have to do this. The risk—"

"—is mine, Lord Snow. And I am no southron lady but a woman of the free folk. I know the forest better than all your black-cloaked rangers. It holds no ghosts for me."

Okay She-Ra, Princess of Power. Save the day, like only you can.

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Do not fail me, he thought, or Stannis will have my head. "Do I have your word that you will keep our princess closely?" the king had said, and Jon had promised that he would. Val is no princess, though. I told him that half a hundred times. 

I wish Satin would remind you every once in a while.

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It was a feeble sort of evasion, a sad rag wrapped around his wounded word. His father would never have approved. I am the sword that guards the realm of men, Jon reminded himself, and in the end, that must be worth more than one man's honor.

Something tells me Ned Stark would approve.

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The road beneath the Wall was as dark and cold as the belly of an ice dragon and as twisty as a serpent.

Love when the Wall gets the dragon treatment.

+.+.+

When they emerged north of the Wall, through a thick door made of freshly hewn green wood, the wildling princess paused for a moment to gaze out across the snow-covered field where King Stannis had won his battle. 

Lol.

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The light of the half-moon turned Val's honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. "The air tastes sweet."

"My tongue is too numb to tell. All I can taste is cold."

The Joneri'i pretending this is positive foreshadowing will forever be the funniest thing in the world.

"Your head's as wooden as your teeth," Hake told him. "There's no smell to cold."

There is, thought Jon, remembering the night in the Lord Commander's chambers. It smells like death. - Jon IV, ACOK

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"You have my thanks, Lord Snow. For the half-blind horse, the salt cod, the free air. For hope."

Their breath mingled, a white mist in the air. Jon Snow drew back and said, "The only thanks I want is—"

"—Tormund Giantsbane. Aye." Val pulled up the hood of her bearskin. The brown pelt was well salted with grey. "Before I go, one question. Did you kill Jarl, my lord?"

"The Wall killed Jarl."

"So I'd heard. But I had to be sure."

"You have my word. I did not kill him." Though I might have if things had gone otherwise.

"The only thing I want from you is—"

"Tormund. I know. Did you steal me?"

"No."

❤️❤️❤️

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"This is farewell, then," she said, almost playfully.

Jon Snow was in no mood for it. It is too cold and dark to play, and the hour is too late.

❤️❤️❤️

No really, how many times must Jon Snow shut down this second rate blank canvas of a character before the fandom gets it? Fifty? One hundred?

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"I have heard you singing to him."

"I was singing to myself. Am I to blame if he listens?" A faint smile brushed her lips. "It makes him laugh. Oh, very well. He is a sweet little monster."

"Monster?"

"His milk name. I had to call him something. See that he stays safe and warm. For his mother's sake, and mine. And keep him away from the red woman. She knows who he is. She sees things in her fires."

Ohhh, he heard the singing! To a baby! His kryptonite.

Shoot, too bad she wants to kill a child.

She knows who he is. She sees things in her fires.

I believe this. Melisandre knows that baby is not Mance's child. We're safe.

+.+.+

She sees things in her fires."

Arya, he thought, hoping it was so. "Ashes and cinders."

"Kings and dragons."

And Jon Snow. She saw lots of Jon Snow.

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Dragons again. For a moment Jon could almost see them too, coiling in the night, their dark wings outlined against a sea of flame.

What does he mean by again? Is it the Stannis thing? Has he been having nightmares?

Two kings to wake the dragon. The father first and then the son, so both die kings. The words had been murmured by one of the queen's men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds. - Jon I, ADWD

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"If she knew, she would have taken the boy away from us. Dalla's boy, not your monster. A word in the king's ear would have been the end of it." And of me. Stannis would have taken it for treason. "Why let it happen if she knew?"

"Because it suited her. Fire is a fickle thing. No one knows which way a flame will go."

Because Shireen.

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Val put a foot into a stirrup, swung her leg over her horse's back, and looked down from the saddle. "Do you remember what my sister told you?"

"Yes." A sword without a hilt, with no safe way to hold it. But Melisandre had the right of it. Even a sword without a hilt is better than an empty hand when foes are all around you.

I'll give Cool Girl credit for one thing, she knows not to play with magic.

Silly little Jon needs to be properly convinced.

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Under the lid Jon discovered three duck's eggs fried in drippings, a strip of bacon, two sausages, a blood pudding, and half a loaf of bread still warm from the oven. He ate the bread and half an egg. He would have eaten the bacon too, but the raven made off with it before he had the chance. "Thief," Jon said, as the bird flapped up to the lintel above the door to devour its prize.

"Thief," the raven agreed.

The raven is prompted to say thief.

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Septon Cellador appeared confused and groggy and in dire need of some scales from the dragon that had flamed him, whilst First Builder Othell Yarwyck looked as if he had swallowed something he could not quite digest. Bowen Marsh was angry. Jon could see it in his eyes, the tightness around his mouth, the flush to those round cheeks. That red is not from cold. "Please sit," he said. "May I offer you food or drink?"

What?

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"The men have concerns, my lord."

And who is it who appointed you to speak for them?

Does it matter? If you know he's speaking for some of the men, then you have to make sure he buys into the vision.

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"As do I. Othell, how goes the work at the Nightfort? I have had a letter from Ser Axell Florent, who styles himself the Queen's Hand. He tells me that Queen Selyse is not pleased with her quarters at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea and wishes to move into her husband's new seat at once. Will that be possible?"

Yarwyck shrugged. "We've got most of the keep restored and put a roof back on the kitchens. She'd need food and furnishings and firewood, mind you, but it might serve. Not so many comforts as Eastwatch, to be sure. And a long way from the ships, should Her Grace wish to leave us, but … aye, she could live there, though it will be years before the place looks a proper castle. Sooner if I had more builders."

Apparently I've been sleep walking through these chapters. I'm only now registering men of the Night's Watch have been repairing the Nightfort so Stannis can make it his seat. Is Jon insane?

Is Shireen going to die at that creepy castle? Was there any hints in that Bran ASOS chapter? I'm too lazy to go back and check.

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Jon Snow was unsurprised. "As you wish. We will keep the giant here." Truth be told, he would have been loath to part with Wun Wun. You know nothing, Jon Snow, Ygritte might say, but Jon spoke with the giant whenever he could, through Leathers or one of the free folk they had brought back from the grove, and was learning much and more about his people and their history. He only wished that Sam were here to write the stories down.

Add it to the list of things Sam has to write.

If only Yarwyck took Wun Wun. Jon might have survived one more chapter.

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"We need good men at Long Barrow."

"Whore's Hole, the men have started calling it," said Marsh, "but be that as it may. Is it true that you mean to replace Emmett with this savage Leathers as our master-at-arms? That is an office most oft reserved for knights, or rangers at the least."

"Leathers is savage," Jon agreed mildly. "I can attest to that. I've tried him in the practice yard. He's as dangerous with a stone axe as most knights are with castle-forged steel. I grant you, he is not as patient as I'd like, and some of the boys are terrified of him … but that's not all for the bad. One day they'll find themselves in a real fight, and a certain familiarity with terror will serve them well."

Update: pomegranate still unhappy.

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"He's a wildling."

"He was, until he said the words. Now he is our brother. One who can teach the boys more than swordcraft. It would not hurt them to learn a few words of the Old Tongue and something of the ways of the free folk."

"Free," the raven muttered. "Corn. King."

Nobody prompted the raven to say king. This is Bran.

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Septon Cellador spoke up. "This boy Satin. It's said you mean to make him your steward and squire, in Tollett's place. My lord, the boy's a whore … a … dare I say … a painted catamite from the brothels of Oldtown."

[...]

"Most like," said Bowen Marsh, stony-faced, "but the men do not like it. Traditionally the lord commander's squires are lads of good birth being groomed for command. Does my lord believe the men of the Night's Watch would ever follow a whore into battle?"

Jon's temper flashed. "They have followed worse. The Old Bear left a few cautionary notes about certain of the men, for his successor. We have a cook at the Shadow Tower who was fond of raping septas. He burned a seven-pointed star into his flesh for every one he claimed. His left arm is stars from wrist to elbow, and stars mark his calves as well. At Eastwatch we have a man who set his father's house afire and barred the door. His entire family burned to death, all nine. Whatever Satin may have done in Oldtown, he is our brother now, and he will be my squire."

Update: pomegranate is angry.

I don't think Jon needs to justify this decision, but it's plainly obvious someone who is more politically savvy could spin it better.

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Septon Cellador drank some wine. Othell Yarwyck stabbed a sausage with his dagger. Bower Marsh sat red-faced. The raven flapped its wings and said, "Corn, corn, kill." 

Nobody prompted the raven to say kill. This is SO Bran.

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Might I ask about these corpses in the ice cells? They make the men uneasy. And to keep them under guard? Surely that is a waste of two good men, unless you fear that they …"

"… will rise? I pray they do."

[...]

"Can they talk?" asked Jon Snow. "I think not, but I cannot claim to know. Monsters they may be, but they were men before they died. How much remains? The one I slew was intent on killing Lord Commander Mormont. Plainly it remembered who he was and where to find him." Maester Aemon would have grasped his purpose, Jon did not doubt; Sam Tarly would have been terrified, but he would have understood as well. "My lord father used to tell me that a man must know his enemies. We understand little of the wights and less about the Others. We need to learn."

Plus they'll come in handy when you need to convince every lord in the north and Vale there's an issue beyond the Wall.

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Septon Cellador sucked in his breath. "The king's prize. His Grace will be most wroth to find her gone."

[...]

 "I sent her to find Tormund Giantsbane and bring him my offer."

"If we may know, what offer is this?"

"The same offer I made at Mole's Town. Food and shelter and peace, if he will join his strength to ours, fight our common enemy, help us hold the Wall."

Bowen Marsh did not appear surprised. "You mean to let him pass." His voice suggested he had known all along. "To open the gates for him and his followers. Hundreds, thousands."

"If he has that many left."

Septon Cellador made the sign of the star. Othell Yarwyck grunted. Bowen Marsh said, "Some might call this treason. These are wildlings. Savages, raiders, rapers, more beast than man."

Update: pomegranate is furious.

Tell them you sent Val because you didn't want to endanger another man from the Night's Watch. Tell them you'd rather risk wildlings. Play the game!

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"Tormund is none of those things," said Jon, "no more than Mance Rayder. But even if every word you said was true, they are still men, Bowen. Living men, human as you and me. Winter is coming, my lords, and when it does, we living men will need to stand together against the dead."

"Snow," screamed Lord Mormont's raven. "Snow, Snow."

Nobody prompted the raven to say snow. This is not Bloodraven!

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"Mother Mole?" said Bowen Marsh. "An unlikely name."

"Supposedly she made her home in a burrow beneath a hollow tree. Whatever the truth of that, she had a vision of a fleet of ships arriving to carry the free folk to safety across the narrow sea. Thousands of those who fled the battle were desperate enough to believe her. Mother Mole has led them all to Hardhome, there to pray and await salvation from across the sea."

See what happens when you trust the visions of a witch?

Ships will go to Hardhome because the wildlings went to Hardhome. They made the prophecy come true!

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He did. Hardhome had been halfway toward becoming a town, the only true town north of the Wall, until the night six hundred years ago when hell had swallowed it. Its people had been carried off into slavery or slaughtered for meat, depending on which version of the tale you believed, their homes and halls consumed in a conflagration that burned so hot that watchers on the Wall far to the south had thought the sun was rising in the north. Afterward ashes rained down on haunted forest and Shivering Sea alike for almost half a year. Traders reported finding only nightmarish devastation where Hardhome had stood, a landscape of charred trees and burned bones, waters choked with swollen corpses, blood-chilling shrieks echoing from the cave mouths that pocked the great cliff that loomed above the settlement.

Six centuries had come and gone since that night, but Hardhome was still shunned. The wild had reclaimed the site, Jon had been told, but rangers claimed that the overgrown ruins were haunted by ghouls and demons and burning ghosts with an unhealthy taste for blood. 

Every single opinion I've read believes it was volcanic activity. The hot pools at Winterfell are used to support this idea.

Here's my question. If a volcano erupted, why did the land not change?

Six hundred years ago. . . people carried off into slavery. . . a town consumed by fire. . . ashes rained down. . . nightmarish devastation. . . haunted by ghouls and demons and burning ghosts with an unhealthy taste for blood.

To me that sounds like dragonriders from Valyria came for a visit.

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Septon Cellador pursed his lips. "Salvation can be found only through the Seven. This witch has doomed them all."

"And saved the Wall, mayhaps," said Bowen Marsh. "These are enemies we speak of. Let them pray amongst the ruins, and if their gods send ships to carry them off to a better world, well and good. In this world I have no food to feed them."

Jon flexed the fingers of his sword hand. "Cotter Pyke's galleys sail past Hardhome from time to time. He tells me there is no shelter there but the caves. The screaming caves, his men call them. Mother Mole and those who followed her will perish there, of cold and starvation. Hundreds of them. Thousands."

"Thousands of enemies. Thousands of wildlings."

Thousands of people, Jon thought. Men, women, children. Anger rose inside him, but when he spoke his voice was quiet and cold. "Are you so blind, or is it that you do not wish to see? What do you think will happen when all these enemies are dead?"

Above the door the raven muttered, "Dead, dead, dead."

Back to regular raven things.

King -> Kill -> Snow

Those were the words it spoke unprompted.

I don't agree with anything Bowen Marsh says, but I think it's fair to point out he's operating from a place of fear.

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"Let me tell you what will happen," Jon said. "The dead will rise again, in their hundreds and their thousands. They will rise as wights, with black hands and pale blue eyes, and they will come for us." He pushed himself to his feet, the fingers of his sword hand opening and closing. "You have my leave to go."

Septon Cellador rose grey-faced and sweating, Othell Yarwyck stiffly, Bowen Marsh tight-lipped and pale. "Thank you for your time, Lord Snow." They left without another word.

Update: pomegranate is enraged.

Final thoughts:

Can we hire this boy a public relations team.

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