#the hard thing has been getting people to NOT date me so dating I'm lounging on a couch eating grapes as suitors parade in front of me

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

TF141 getting a boudoir photo album as a wedding gift ♡

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A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN!!! Great, absolutely phenomal idea, dear anon. Simon's part is very sappy (I cried) which might be ooc for him?? Idk, that's how I write him/interpret his character! :) let me know who's your favorite 👀

~Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, creampie, cunnilingus, Johnny's oral fixation (yes, that is a warning.)

It's still very sweet and lovey dovey with all of them bc I'm a certified sap <3

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John would be grinning and smirking like a proper idiot when he lays his eyes on those delectable photos of you.

I imagine you had a date night at home, sipping wine on the couch and talking about your wedding that's supposed to take place in only 3 days. He's telling you how he can't wait to see you in your wedding dress and slip that ring onto your finger.

Be prepared to he called Mrs. Price the days leading up to the big day. John excuses it with "Need to practice, love. Don't wanna mess it up in front of anyone, eh?"

Sneaky bastard.

He knows what he's doing, you know what he's doing, all is well because if he only knew what that did to you. You're just talking, trying to get the nerves out now so you can go into your wedding with a clear mind and have a good time. When you tell him you have a gift for him, his eyebrows almost overshoot his forehead. Yeah, he knew that was a thing some people did, but he never gave it another thought.

In all honesty, marrying you was the best gift he could ever get. Which is why he feels slightly guilty that he doesn't have one for you (at least that's what you see, internally he's crushed) but that all goes out the window when you sit back down with a sleek beige photo album that has a little romantic quote on the front.

"And what's this, doll, hm?" His heart feels warm and fuzzy, thinking these are some lovely pictures of you together on holidays you went on, casual trips to the local pub or just some domestic shots you managed to sneak during his leave.

What he doesn't expect, however, is the angelic image of your plush body on full display, draped over a velvet chaise lounge with layered pearl necklaces hanging from your neck. This man is shell-shocked. If he wasn't frozen in place, he would've snapped the book shut.

You can basically see the connections to his brain frying. His jaw slacks, and only after what feels like 10 minutes he regains his ability to think and close his mouth. John is sweating and his cock is rock hard as he flips through the remaining pages.

He shoots you the occasional glance while he's trying not to hyperventilate. You just sit back and savor your wine, trying to hide your laugh behind the rim of your glass. You'd expected a reaction, of course, but you didn't think you'd render the John Price speechless just from a few suggestive photographs of you.

But what absolutely breaks the camels back (or John's, in this case) is the last picture of you. You're kneeling, slightly leaned back and supported by your arms, with one of his Flannels covering your soft tits. That alone would've been enough to drive him crazy, but the sight of his old dogtags sitting against your sternum has him groaning out loud.

The only other thing covering you is a simple pair of lace panties, cupping the soft curve and rolls of your tummy so beautifully, John was ready to take a bit out of that damn page.

He nearly misses the inscription underneath the photo;

To my John; the love of my life, the man of my dreams,

I love you.

You hold my heart and you will forever.

May I be so lucky to find my place in the stars by your side when the time comes, so we'll never have to be apart.

With all my love,

Mrs. Price

And that does it. The album snaps shut and you barely have time to put down your wine glass before John is all over you, taking handfuls of you, whatever he can reach. With how fast he smashes his lips on yours, he nearly gives you whiplash.

He's tugging and pulling at your clothes as well as his own, not saying a thing, just hungrily swallowing every one of your sounds and giggled objections before he decides the couch is uncomfortable and he moves you to the bedroom. You're hoisted up without a warning and you cling to his neck. Immediately, worried words start spilling from your lips, remembering how he'd complained about a sore back just today;

"John, baby, your back-"

"I don't give a flying fuck about my back, love."

He's heaving and grunting like a fucking animal, he's downright feral. Despite all of that, you're still laid down gently on the bed, John would never, ever be reckless with you. But he needs to be inside you now, he'll actually lose his mind.

Usually, he'd spent hours between your thighs first, but he just can't wait. He's pounding you into another dimension but with such gentleness in his gestures, it makes your head spin.

He's holding your hand, breathing sweet praises into your ear despite him filling you to the brim. His urge to claim you goes haywire and he fills you with his cum multiple times before he's sane enough again.

He's covered in sweat and his beard is wet from your spit from all the sloppy kisses he gave you. John will definitely make it up to you and eat you out for as long as you want after.

He'll make a copy of one of the photos and take it with him when he's on deployment, just for the nights he's feeling lonely.

His wedding gift to you are the hickeys on your thighs and tummy and new sheets because you two tore the other ones to absolute shreds.

♥︎

Johnny would probably have a boudoir album for you, too. You get at least one shirtless pic a day, so a whole album of his body on display or in suggestive poses basically screams Johnny. He's already drooling the second he spots that book because he knows what it is and that he's in for a treat.

He's buzzing with excitment.

You never really send nudes for privacy reasons, and then for you to do something like this hit him like a truck in the best way possible. You're standing opposite from him behind the kitchen counter, and you look so nervous to him.

Cue his signature shit-eating grin. You tap your fingers on the dark blue album before having enough of your nerves and just sliding it over to him with a few mumbled words of what it is.

"Awe, for me, mo leannan?" He's a teasing bastard, and he chuckles when you huff and turn your head, obviously flustered. Johnny is legit licking his lips, but when he opens the book, his grin fades so fast.

He knew it would be good, but holy shit, this was so much better than he expected. His pupils dilate as he takes in each of the pictures of you, all of you, all your curves and bumps.

Everything he loves about you. God, you're such a woman, he thinks to himself. Some with lingerie, some without. He's full on drooling at this point, and the only reason why he roughly wipes it away with the back of his hand is to not get it on these sacred images.

He smirks at the picture of you in a tub, all soapy, with pebbled nipples. An obvious dig at his nickname, but, god, does your ass look amazing when it's covered in a thin layer of bubbles. He loves lathering you up in the shower and feeling you up while you're all wet and slippery.

"Good thing I can hold my breath, aye, hen? Might even try to set a new personal record." He's grinning and chuckling meanwhile you give him a sharp glare. You can't deny that the idea intrigues you, though.

But this, oh, this one was him swallowing thickly. It's you in very sheer panties (they're barely even underwear) and his name patch is sewn onto the front. Your hair looks so nice, so do your thighs, he doesn't know whether to look at your eyes or your tits. The button on his jeans is about to pop off from his throbbing boner.

He can't take his eyes off that 'MacTavish' patch that sits right on your lower belly, with the slight curve it has to it from your soft tummy.

Johnny has to hold himself back from gripping the book too hard. He wouldn't want to ruin it.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus, bonnie..."

The album is shut and tucked under his arm, and Johnny jumps over the counter to get his hands on you. Or his mouth, more like. He has a huge oral fixation, so he loves sucking and biting on every inch of your skin. You're pushed back into the bedroom, even though you end up on the floor, and the book is thrown onto the bed.

He rips your shirt up and sucks at your tits and nipples, groaning and moaning at the taste of your skin, all while he's rubbing his clothes cock against your leg. You end up on your hands and knees with one of Johnny's hands on your lowerback while his face is buried in your cunt.

He's eating you out like he's been starved for years, and his stubble is already starting to irritate the skin of your thighs and ass.

You'll have the worst case of beard burn in the morning, but how could you care about that when his tongue is so deep inside of you?

Remember when I said he'd have a boudoir album too? Yeah, now you're in between his legs, your back pressed to his chest with Johnny's album in your shaky hands. And the way your engagement ring catches the dim light of the room has your eyes rolling back.

And Jesus christ, Johnny looks fucking phenomal. You clench around his fingers hard, and he doesn't even have to pull his head from your neck to know what photo you're looking at.

He's smirking and grinning like the ceshire cat, knowing that the image of him in a kilt with no shirt one is gracing your field of vision right about now.

"Ah knew ye'd like tha' one, bonnie..."

Johnny's cooing in your ear, telling you to keep looking at the pictures while he's knuckle deep in your pussy. His bare dick is pressed against your ass and you can feel him rocking his hips to get off.

He's mumbling all kinds of gibberish into your ear, but one of the few things you can make out is "mo bhean"* which pushes you over the edge. You won't be leaving that bed anytime soon.

*(My wife)

♥︎

Kyle is such a sweetheart. I've said it before, and I will say it again, he's such a cutie pie!!! But that doesn't mean he can't or won't get nasty.

He'd offered to make lunch, which was delicious as always, and now you're chatting casually about your day at your dining table. Your fingers are laced together, and he's wearing the biggest smile because all he can think of is how he gets to marry you in just a few days.

He's over the moon. He can't wait to see you walk down the aisle, say your vows to each other, and overall have a great time with all your friends and family.

But the thing Kyle is looking forward the most is the honeymoon. He'll have you to himself for 2 whole weeks and he's stoked. He can't wait to treat you to nice things, love on you, but he's the most excited to fuck you as your husband.

He may look sweet and 'innocent' but this man can fuck, okay. And he fucks well. He knows every little spot that has you mewling and he's so good at using them for his gain.

Kyle will fuck you into the mattress in the Hotel you booked, he's already made up his mind about that, but he wants to absolutely melt your brain by being so loving whole doing it that you can't help but cry out for him.

He has heart eyes at this point, watching you talk about all that happened today and he only snaps out of his dream world when you present the deep red album to him with a sweet smile.

He's got a hunch of what it is so there's a hint of a smirk on his lips. Still, he almost gets whiplash when he opens it.

There's no easing into it, just straight up tits, ass and tummy. And let me tell you, Kyle is loving every second of it. It's no secret that he loves your chub, and that fact that it's extenuated so beautifully in every shot makes his heart and his cock happy. He's a very balanced man after all.

He comments on every single photo because he think it's endearing how you get all flustered and giggly from his compliments.

One picture that has him taking a second, though, is one where you have a lacy band tied around your thigh, with a little golden 'Kyle' charm hanging from it. He's all smiley and giddy, but he does try to discreet adjust his trousers because, holy shit, that's hot.

"Have you still got that, dove? Would love to see it tied around your pretty neck."

All you answer is that he'll have to be patient and wait till the wedding night to find out. He's laughing and teasing now, but just what till you get to the last page, Gazy.

And the way his smile just melts off his face is priceless. His gaze is flitting between you on the page and you sitting across from him with a shot eating grin. All the blood that drained from his face went straight to his dick.

Not only are you wearing a set of lingerie in his favorite color, but you've got his iconic pair of sunglasses hooked on the center of your bra. And that's not all either, his eyes travel upwards and his base cap is sat on your head and you've got that beautiful smile of yours on your face.

He makes an audible noise, one that indicates you took his breath away, when he takes in the whole picture.

"How in hell did you manage to snatch my hat and my glasses from right under my nose?!"

"Skilled hands, babe."

He's laughing at you breathlessly because he's still enarmoured by the sight of you.

And Kyle will absolutely whisk you away and fuck you stupid in front of your bedroom mirror while you're wearing his hat.

It makes him feral, seeing you like that. He's got both of his arms wrapped around your middle and he's panting into your shoulder. He does look up from time to time to see your blissed out face all while still wearing his cap.

He lets out a strained moan everytime he looks at you in the mirror and his hips stutter ever so slightly.

Kyle is just spewing jumbled words of love because he's genuinely so happy. You make him so happy.

He honestly can't wait to give you your wedding gift. It's a little booklet filled with poems or quotes that reminded him of you, or of how you make him feel. And it will make you cry when he reads them to you.

Definitely not because he'll be ballsdeep inside of you while doing so...

♥︎

Simon, Simon, Simon.... first of all, he's completely blindsided by this. And he hasn't got a fucking clue what's in that black book you hand him one night when you're cuddling in bed.

There's just a giant question mark above his head. When you tell him it's a wedding gift, he goes silent and just looks at that album in his hands.

He never really got gifts, which obviously changed since he's been with you, but he's still not used to it. You're so thoughtful. And sweet. And kind, and perfect and-

he turns his head to you when you softly call his name and if you notice the slight sheen of tears in his big brown eyes, you don't mention it. You just encourage him to open the book. And when he does, a small huff and gentle smile leave him because how are you so perfect?

Yes, all of the pictures are all filthy, but they're all radiating of love and softness, and he can't get over it. How are you so soft? Simon can't get enough of you. You mess up his emotions in ways he never thought possible, and he can't help that his heart starts beating twice as fast.

That you did this for him means more than you could ever fathom, and he'll treasure this album until his end. He absent mindedly reaches for your hand as he flips through the pages, trying to tell you thank you when his words fail him, like they did so many times before with you.

He comes across a shot of your neck, a black leather collared fasten around it with a little silver skull charm. It makes him smile just a bit. He knows just how much meaning is behind it.

That you love him. All of him, which includes the Ghost. In cursive, 'Riley' is written right above your heart, and he gives your hand a squeeze.

Although you love the Ghost because it's a part of him, you've shown him that it's not all he is. That Simon is enough. That he should give Simon a chance and that he's not incapable anymore, like he was as a little boy. Ghost is sort of a protector of Simon, something not many people know, that's why he wears the mask outside of duty too. To shield himself.

But as much as the Ghost's service is appreciated, Simon can handle himself now. The Ghost will forever be with him, but so will you, and you'll wipe his bloody hands with a smile. You've shown him that you accept Ghost just as much as you accept Simon, and that means the world to him.

He sniffles ever so quietly, and you lean your head against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He moves on, gently turning the pages, and as much as his heart is touched by your kind gesture of this album, that doesn't stop his cock from stirring. It's pictures of your naked form, after all.

He loves every single inch of you and he's told you and shown you so many times, kissed all your insecurities away and took your mind off any bad thoughts about yourself by fucking you so well and lovingly to the point of tears.

Never, in a million years, had he expected you to return these efforts. You kissed all his scars and held him softly when reassuring any doubts he had. That's when he truly and fully fell in love with you.

He can feel himself getting hotter with every passing image of your soft body bent in different positions and clad in delicate garments, if any.

The best for last, as always, and it's a picture of you kneeling in front of a mirror, completely nude. A picture of Simon in full military regalia is tapped to the mirror and it's surrounded by a bunch of hearts drawn on with lipstick.

His name is written under the picture in your handwriting, and he can see you holding a lipstick, in the middle of finishing another heart. His breath hitches just for a split second.

He swears he'll burn this photo into the back of his eyelids.

It shows him just how great and raw your love for him is, and it makes him all fuzzy on the inside. The text at the bottom finishes it all off, and he's actively holding back tears, overwhelmed by so many feelings for you.

Dear Husband,

We're flawed; but that's how I like us. You're you, and I'm me, and I wouldn't change it for the world. You've made me a better version of myself, and that makes me love you so much more. I'm so proud of you, Simmy.

Love,

Your wife

"Thank you, my love. Thank you for this, and for loving me and for everything you've done for me. I love you"

His words are soft and painfully honest as he gently sets the album aside. You've made him a better man. A better Simon. A happier Simon. A Simon that's slowly starting to heal.

It starts off with a soft kiss that slowly turns more desperate and needy to the point you're gently being pushed back onto the bed, your clothes are discarded, and Simon absolutely worships you. He kisses every inch he can reach and touching you in all the ways he knows you like.

And, yeah, Simon can be rough and fuck you stupid for hours, but tonight, he just wants to feel close to you, and make you feel as good as you make him feel by simply loving him. He's talking you through it, holding you while he makes sure you take every inch of his cock.

His strokes are slow and deep, just like his love for you, and he revels in the way your eyes roll back each time he slides into you to the hilt. The drag of his dick against your walls has you moaning and whining, and when he presses down on your pudgy lower belly to intensify the sensation, you're putty.

You two fuck the whole night like this, no matter how sensitive you are, you need to be close to each other.

And in the morning, he'll wake you up with his face buried in your pussy because he's out of his sappy mood and his only goal now is to absolutely ruin you.

♡

Bonus: I can totally see Simon giving his dad the biggest middle finger known to man all the way in hell when he's standing by the altar on your wedding day. It just screams: 'fuck you, stupidly bastard. Despite all you've done to me and my family, despite all that's happened, I've persevered. I've overcome it all. Look at me now.'

Right after he's smiling up at the sky, knowing that his mum and brother are watching and that they would've loved you just as much as he does <3

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I hope you enjoyed!! I love all my boys <3

(If you find any typos, it's 2.am. give me a break pls)

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[miss-atena]

This post is me madly projecting with some x reader stuff. Not requested, I had the idea and my besties said "YES DO IT" so this is happening now lmao.

This has been on my drafts for a looooong time, so that's why I'm actually posting this now lmao.

Octavinelle Trio x Reader who is autistic with a special interest in Moray Eels

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul first laid eyes on you for purely business reasons. During the holiday season, the Mostro Lounge stays understaffed most times, and you were oh so kindly falling into his flourished word traps to strike a deal.

He, however, would have never expected all you wanted from him was to know all about Moray Eels that he, as a merfolk, knew. That was... rather odd and maybe even boring?

He got intrigued, were you trying something with the twins? They were his most loyal workers, so he couldn't allow you to do anything.

When you get into a relationship, after much hard work on both parts, he expected, no, hoped you would change this special interest from the slimy eels to the much more interesting octopus.

You... didn't quite catch the hints, though, and this has led to some rather jealous and insecure moments with Azul. Especially if the twins were involved.

One could say that he was so insecure, in fact, that he felt ashamed of even showing his octomerman form to you.

But after you realized all this jealousy and insecurity on his part, you did all you could to show how much you love him and appreciate him for the way he is.

Now your eel-filled room has a little octopus cove, full of things that remind you of Azul or that he enjoys so that he has a safe space to come to.

He still will glare at your Eel stuff when cuddling, almost as if the carnivores were real and trying to get a bite out of you.

"I suppose it wouldn't be bad to stay a bit in here, with you, if you promise me you won't be cuddling those slimy eels to sleep, but rather this much more elegant and cuddly octopus plushie..."

Floyd Leech

Floyd first approached you on a whim. He was bored, you looked interesting enough, and you didn't seem to have any sense of self to run away from him in fear of getting squeezed till you popped, and as such, he stuck for a while.

You were quite different from most people he knew, and sometimes you reminded him a bit of himself or Jade, which gave you some points on his side.

The thing that made him stay, though, was the moment you opened your mouth and asked him if he ever saw a Moray Eel.

You're really asking that? To him? A literal Eel-merman? Hah!

He did indulge you for a while because you actually seemed to know your facts. He would just push you around, sometimes carry you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, while you blabbered out.

When it came to you two dating, it was very much a surprise for everyone. Floyd? Sticking to someone for so long? That's new.

Floyd tends to cling to you a lot, and even though it gets boring to him real quick that you repeat your eel facts, he cannot for the life of him stop you, since when you ramble is the best time to cuddle.

Floyd will, though, get easily jealous of your eel collection. You have the real eel deal (ha!), and you keep cuddling the plushies? Meanie :(

He will constantly just take the plushie off of your hands and plop himself on top of you. No fake eel, just the real deal.

He didn't really tell you he was a mer-eel, he actually just oh so happened to be taking a swim when you were close, and oh, look, he is an eel!

He lets you play with his fins and will take any chance he can get to use you as his cleaning shrimp to get sand off of him. He just like how your little cute hands feel scrubbing the sand from him, it is like exfoliation!

"hey hey, guppy, wanna do something fun? ya can bring the tiny morays with ya, if ya don't mind a bit of dirt, ahahah~!"

Jade Leech

First met you as a tutor for your work at the Mostro Lounge, per Azul's request.

Found your mannerisms quite interesting, you reminded him of himself and a bit of Floyd too.

He was happy when you didn't distance yourself from him when he talked about his interest in mountains or Mushrooms.

In return, you told him you really really really liked Eels. Specially Morays.

He faked not knowing it and let you talk about it since as long as he could rant about his fungi findings he didn't mind having to hear what he already knew.

When you two began dating, he was very perceptive of your needs. sometimes to a scary level, actually.

He doesn't mind at all your eel-filled room. he finds it endearing, and he even uses some miniatures you buy to put on terrariums he gifts to you.

Autistic x autistic relationship, basically.

He will use your eel interest against you in a silly way, like "I can show you an incredible moray fact if you perhaps go hiking with me :)"

Tbh if you are with him, you should do the same. Makes things fun for you both.

Floyd and Azul are so tired of hearing the both of you talk about each other and enabling each other's interests, but Jade will never judge you. And he will actually shove shiitake mushrooms down other's throats if they do judge you.

The moment he showed you his mer form as per your request, after knowing from Floyd that they both are eels.

Jade doesn't mind you picking and prodding around his mer form if it makes you happy, but if you keep your guard down he will fake drowning you "just for fun :)"

Make sure to hide his mushrooms in return, or he will try funny business again, just saying.

"Oya~ I would never intend to purposefully hurt you, my pearl. But a predator is inclined to bite when their jaws are so open near a cute prey, fufufu~"

I wanted to write something for my fave trio for a while, so I hope yall like this! Other posts and the request for Bee and Vixx will be done shortly after this, Since I already have it in my drafts almost finished! Hope yall enjoy a bit of eeltism!

#twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst #disney twst #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst jade x reader #twst floyd x reader #twst azul x reader #tena writing

[asksavel]

Happy New Year!

December 31st has come and gone for me at this time, and it's the new year. I'm doing my thanks on this bright new year because some may know or remember that that date is not one I like.

I want to say thank you to so so very many of you that have touched my heart over what was argueably one of the worst years of my life offline. Too much happened, simply too much, and it's not a story for here, nor this day.

I want to walk into the new year with a much fresher mind, a much happier mindset, and get back into finishing this story, along with starting a new one that I truly have two very special people to thank, but also all of you! Because if it wasn't for your love towards Kyogre, Groudon and Kyurem, @askthehoenngods would not exist to continue the mantle once this blog is done.

(The simps were a hilarious surprise that truly made me laugh so very hard. Keep doing your thing over there. ;) )

And so, I thank:

@symphonies-of-silver - for designing an incredible Kyogre for me, and went on to design my universe's Groudon. It's been a true pleasure to chat to you and get to know you this year. Thank you <3

@lustrous-dawn - For sharing your wonderful world with me, to talking to me, to putting up with me this year. I truly look forward to not only reading your works, but for what we both have in store. I sincerely hope this year is kind to you. Should you ever write a book, know I'll be your first customer. ;) Thank you <3

@askdeoxys - We don't talk much, and we don't need to. It's nice to know one of the old crowd is among us once more, sharing your light with this community. I wish we could've talked more last year about fun stuff rather than everything else, and I feel I let you down. I'm sorry that I did, and I hope this year, I am more like the person you remember and hold close. Thank you <3

@curce - Thank you for everything. Your kindness, your asks, and for accepting me even at my worst this year. Thank you.

@vall007 - Your pure, unrelenting positive energy is a joy to be around. You are wonderful and I am blessed to know someone so truly kind. Thank you.

@lightofunova - I was thrilled to have you as my secret santa this year! We don't talk much, but that's because I don't feel we need to to know that you're appreciated very much. Needless to say, you left an impression on this old fool ;) Thank you.

@asktheisle - You knew my secret with Laivan and kept it ;) But not only that, it's been awesome to get to know you more last year. I hope this year, we can continue that trend. Thank you <3

@askthetraveller - For always having my back, for always being there, know that I treasure you. You are my best friend. Thank you always Bagel.

To everyone in both the PokePalooza server and the Pokeask Lounge servers, I say thank you all for putting up with me and my silliness. PokePalooza especially for showing me deep kindness in one of the darkest moments of my life, the advice you gave me and the sympathy. You have all shown me love, to which I can only ever be thankful for.

2023 was a dark year, but it helped to know so many people had my back. So many people out there have been here, following and supporting, all nearly 1,500 of you (yep that milestone is very close ahaha)

Here's to a much brighter future. <3

Love, Skins

#ooc #happy new year

[rom-e-o]

Not long after starting the lounge singing (so before the Twins), Bess is wooed into going out with a cute, funny, seemingly sweet bartender that often works through her sets. The first date goes so well, Bess lets him kiss her goodnight when he drops her home: It's a little forward, tongue and significant moisture are felt a little earlier than Bess would normally want, but he doesn't push for more and is charming. Besides, Bess only ever kissed Oliver before and he was a Terrible Kisser™️. So maybe this is what kissing is actually supposed to be like?

Over the course of two months, they go out on various dates. The guy's persona never slips; he is always nice, courteous, gentle, etc. He is a bit more forward with where he likes to put his hands and kiss her despite how they claim to not be exclusive just yet and are just testing the waters, but he doesn't pressure her for sex. He never picks up on how she prefers live flowers to cut ones and dark chocolate to milk, but nobody is perfect. And this all feels nice and fun. Bess does think she might be falling for him a bit , though.

Then, one afternoon, Bess comes home after meeting him for lunch. She looks... it's hard to say--dazed? There are a lot of emotions in those eyes.

It's just her and Connie in the house at that time, and Bess asks to talk. Turns out, at lunch, Bess and Mr. Bartender had the discussion about where this all was going. They like each other. A lot. He'd really like to be her boyfriend. Bess admitted she'd really like to be his girlfriend. There's only one snag: Their relationship would have to be an open one to work for him. He's already been seeing other girls on the side with various levels of exclusivity while dating her. He already has a couple girlfriends. They're all actually poly together, but Bess wouldn't have to be if that's not her thing (it's not). "I just have so much love to give, Angel!" is his excuse. "Too much for any one girl to handle by herself."

Bess' romantic dream her entire life has been to be someone's One and Only™️. She wants to be enough for someone--just her. That only got stronger after Oliver. But this guy has been the closest thing to a dream relationship she's ever had: He's been nothing but sweet, caring, and a gentleman. The idea of an open relationship makes Bess sick to her stomach and makes her feel inadequate (and just is not her thing), but she wants love. She wants romance. And she's already a little more wrapped up in Mr. Bartender than she'd want or care to admit. "Should I do this, Connie? It feels so... wrong. Skeavy. Like an excuse for him to two-time me. I think about it and it hurts and I just wanna cry. But what if this is the only chance at real love I'm ever gonna get? What if I'm just not made to be enough for someone?Maybe I'm just not that lovable enough and all I can be is... one of a number." Tears are definitely trickling down Bess' cheeks.

Oughhhh, that’s rough. The “he’s so nice, BUT” scenario. But he’s not so nice. He misled her and is using an excuse, it sounds like, to date multiple ladies. It sucks and is heartbreaking.

Constance noticing Bess seems off, and as they talk. Connie listens for a long, LONG time. There’s lots of hugs, tissues and a bottle of gin is definitely opened.

After Bess has said everything and poured those emotions out, Connie brings her close and tight for a hug.

Connie isn’t poly, but she’s definitely acquainted with poly couples from back in NYC. She knows they have a healthy and loving dynamic, but it’s healthy because everyone in the poly relationship WANTS a poly relationship. They’re open about what their needs and wants are …they’re not leading people on like this guy arguably did to Bess.

Besides, his EXCUSE for wanting that type of relationship is …interesting. I wonder how he’d feel about his girls having multiple boyfriends, haha? PROBABLY not as enthusiastic as he lets on.

“You’re not in the wrong for wanting one partner to love you, Bess,” she explains softly. “To be their …’endgame’ is what kids are saying nowadays, right? Anyway, it’s like any other preference … he should have disclosed that sooner, honestly. Sounds like he was playing games and just hoped you’d roll with it. I’m proud of you for sticking up for yourself.”

She runs slow circles into her back, just focusing on making Bess comfortable.

“The answer is no. You shouldn’t do it. Because you obviously don’t want this. There would be nothing but more heartache down the line, which is not what you deserve. He was too forward, and he was misleading. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Another squeeze.

“What you do deserve is exactly what you want: one partner that loves you. This isn’t your only chance. Men are attracted to you, Bess. You are beautiful and a catch … that also means you’re gonna have duds like this guy try to woo you.

“I say dump him. Kindly, but in public, where he can’t squirrel his way back in without sounding like an ass to everyone else around. Don’t let him be a blockade to your true happiness. You deserve better, and you have a soulmate that’s waiting out there for you! Don’t settle.”

#Scroogeverse

[apersonshapedcomputer]

Saw this prompt and my brain went into overdrive at the idea of enemies to lovers

The prompt: You are a supervillain. Your nemesis calls you to say, "This is embarrassing, but I really need a date to my friend's wedding because my ex is going to be there. Would you go with me?"

My first attempt at creative writing in years:

"Well that's kind of desperate, and not just the part where you're asking me of all people." I adjusted the pens on my desk as I belittled my nemesis, who had rather rudely burst into my office with a gust of wind and blinding light.

"I mean really, the oh so powerful and heroic," I scoffed, "Dawnstar can't get himself a date and has to resort to asking Rhetoric, that, oh what was the phrase you used again?" I tapped my chin as if in though for a moment and snapped my fingers as a rose from my seat to check on a plant he almost knocked over in his haste to make my day more complicated. "Ah right, that avaricious monster mobster lady is what you called me." Assured that my shenzhen nongke orchid was unharmed I turned back to the righteous hypocrite loitering in my office.

"That was six years ago and I've apologized four times already dammit." He sighed tiredly, and my sometimes enemy, sometimes ally turned a painfully earnest expression towards me. "You may be a criminal but you run a tight ship, have an actual code of conduct, and I understand better now that the world can't be so neatly portioned off into good and bad. You are also one of the most sought after people in the city, are stupid rich, and I need to show him that I've moved on!" With this last exclamation he gracelessly half fell, half threw himself onto my hand crafted, vegan leather couch.

"And this isn't just me saying things," he continued talking, now lounging and airing his frustrations as if he were in his therapist's office, "I really am over him, but he's got half out social circle convinced that I'm still pining after him like a forlorn maiden in a two dollar bodice ripper. He said that he dumped me! I was the one who said the relationship wasn't working out!" Moodily he turned over onto his stomach and groaned into a pillow, "Never date a reporter…"

I activate the coffee machine I had built into my cherry wood desk, knowing that I would need the boost to deal with this disaster of a man. "So you grand plan to show everyone that you've moved onto bigger and much better things is by asking your, and I quote, "Arch Nemesis" to be your date to the wedding of the decade?" As the smooth scent of espresso began to waft up from the desk I opened up hidden compartment number six on my desk, tossing a few of the hard candies I keep in it at his head.

"I was sixteen! You were the most dangerous person I'd ever met and I got over excited." He started picking up the candies that had bounced off onto the floor and began unwrapping them. "We haven't even seriously fought since the red bridge incident two years ago. Shadow Keeper has you listed as a League Associate. C'mon, we've teamed up together before, and I know you haven't been seeing anyone since that summer thing with Lady Obscura, help me out here." Cheeks filled with candy he made the most pitiful looking pair of puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen at me.

"We haven't fought seriously since the red bridge because I spent three months running a cost-benefit analysis on adjusting my operations to fall a bit more in line with your ideas of ethical, and found that I'd save fifteen percent more time and money by doing so." Idly I took my mug from it's position under the coffee machine and took a fortifying sip. "You will also recall that every time that we've teamed up the world was at stake. As I live here I have a vested interest in ensuring it does not get taken over by a zombie outbreak, or inter-dimensional demons." Leaning back in my seat I hold eye contact with him.

"What exactly do I get out of this arrangement? You weren't wrong you know, all those years ago when you called me avaricious." I smile at him, happy to be in the familiar position of holding all the power in a deal. "I do things because I gain something by doing them. You used to cry from dawn till dusk that I was heartless and wanted to take over the world. I do want the world, I want to own all of it and I would do such a good job taking care of it." I take another long sip of my coffee, drawing out the tension. "What can you give me Dawn? What makes this little ruse worth my while?"

Shoulders tense he looked down at his hands, biting his lip in contemplation. After a few false starts he spoke. "I don't really have anything material to offer you, at least nothing that you couldn't buy a bigger, nicer version of." He looked back at me again, face and posture set as if he were staring down the end of the world once more. "I've known you for a decade now, and I like to think that I've gained a bit of insight into how you think. We both agree you're greedy, and more than a little controlling. You also have a dramatic streak a mile wide." With those words he flashed a sly grin at me, rather at odds with the goodie goodie boy-scout persona he maintains for the press.

"Think of the drama Rhe! The scandal! It would be the biggest story of the year, and you would be the one orchestrating it all." He leap up from his seat and giddily leaned over my desk, bracing himself on his hands and looming over me even more than usual. "People love a good enemies-to-lovers story, they'd eat it up. Tell me you wouldn't relish the opportunity to meticulously plan out every bit of the backstory I know you're already drafting in your head!" I had to squint a bit as he began to literally glow in his excitement. "Think of looks on everyone's faces when you roll up to that wedding with me as your new arm candy. Ex-boyfriend who? I'm living my best life as the sugar-baby of the richest person on this side of the Mississippi, and you are clearly basking in the glory of another successful thirty-seven point plan."

I took one of my pens and use the pointy end to push his face away from where it had gotten dangerously close to mine, leaving a dot black ink on his forehead. He continued to beam at me as I stared at him, considering his proposal. I do love a good spectacle, and so many of my plans lately had needed to be boringly practical.

"If I agree to this," I tapped him on the head with the pen as he began to vibrate in excitement, "If I agree to this, you need to understand that we're playing the long game here." I took a hold of his chin and leaned in until our faces were mere inches apart. "I have a reputation, and this will be a very public declaration that you are mine." He had stilled the moment I touched him, and seemed to barely be breathing as I spoke. "Do you think you can handle that Dawn? Can you handle being mine?"

He slowly blinked, and the reality of what this scheme would mean for him seemed to sink in. For a long moment he looked at me before sighing and relaxing into my hand with a small smile. "I'm always up for a challenge Rhe."

"Good." With a grin I released him and glided towards the door, "Now come on, we need to begin phase one of this performance!"

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(part 2 here)

#writing #creative writing #enemies to lovers #writeblr #hero x supervillain #hero x villain #villain x hero #supervillain x hero #they're both bi #my conniving girlboss supervillain Rhetoric #her annoyingly endearing nemisis Dawnstar #i found the prompt on reddit #i imagine that they show up to the wedding dressed to the nines #and when it hits the news cycle an entire corner of the internet goes wild because their ship just became cannon #naturally they end up getting married

[theallenshorefangirl]

ISM OC Tape (Updated Version)

Zoe's Tape Intro (Before the Accident)

Desmond Was in his chair clasping onto his clipboard,clicking his pen as Allen walked out.Desmond hear a thud before Zoe walked in."Oh Zoe are you ok?" She nods as her purple and black hued scarf that was wrapped around her face and shivered."I'm just…ugh…mmh…yeah cold." She sat down in the chaise lounge. Desmond clicks the tape recorder.

(Tape 1) "Alright Zoe how about you tell me about how your sleeping has been" "It's just not good,I've been seeing something lurking at the corner of my eyes and when I go to check nothing is there,and I seen men in suits just like Allen has and well its very bad." the nervous tapping of what sounded like her shoe could be heard from the tape and a nervous and shaking sigh. "And I could see a man with red irises with them and he looked me dead in the eyes and he seemed to mouth your next or something." (End of Tape 1)

(Tape 2) "How about we run a rorschach test.Do you know how they work?" "Yeah,you show me a ink blob and I say whatever it is and then you will probably call me crazy and then send me away." She stood up pacing the floor. "No,I won't,may we just run through the test…please." Desmond sounded concerned.(End of Tape 2)

(Tape 3) "Ok first one,what comes to mind?" "Umm a man yelling at a kid" Desmond nods and shows another. "A group of people laughing at someone." Zoe sounded like she was on the verge of tears."Deep breaths,only a few more." She nods.He shows her the next one and oddly it looked like one he showed Allen only more detailed."A man being pulled into a bottomless pit." Desmond nods and shows the last one."It looks like there's stars in the back with a woman and tears falling from the eyes with a weird mouth and dripping jacket of some kind?It's making me feel nauseous and…..kinda umm…yeah." (End of Tape 3)

(Tape 4) "Interesting,well you got through it.I see you said something about men in black? Allen mentioned them too.And I don't know about the other one you said,but I believe I saw almost the same thing here or there." She clutched her knees to her chest crying"Is everything alright?" She ran out of the room and the tape clicked off.(End of Tape 4)

⚠️ Abuse,drinking,mentioning of death and other dark and heavy topics ⚠️

(Tape fragment 1st session 1/5)

"Oh hello you must be new to Milton Haven." "Y…yes I am." Desmond clicked his pen and scribbled down on a piece of fresh paper."What's your name,date of birth you know all that,I want to know all about new patients and how I can help them." "Oh ... .I'm ... .Zoe or Z I'm 18 I'm a March 25 born kid and kinda…well." "Go on, I'm listening,I'm here to help.Tell me about your past and why you came to Milton" (End of fragment tape 1)

(Tape Fragment 1st Session 2/5)

"Well I was raised with my parents, my mother worked with pharmaceutical prescriptions and my father is a truck driver…..and well It was a nice time till the seams came undone like a fragile doll." Desmond wrote down on the clipboard."And one night my mother passed and I called grandma and we held a funeral for her ... .and when my father came home he went right to the bar and came home badly drunk ...." Zoe sniffled.(End of Fragment Tape 2)

(Tape Fragment 1st Session 3/5)

"He had a broken bottle and he slashed my my arm…he left a good cut too,I was gonna called the ambulance,there was a lot of blood or so I thought I could see through my….m..my tears and well he dragged me to my room and he locked me in there." Desmond looked terrified and very worried."That must have been really hard,did you get help?" "Yeah…..but I had to wait till he left again….." She sobbed and sniffled "When my mother was alive he was happy and now ... .its gone!? All gone…" (End of Fragment Tape 3)

(Tape Fragment 1st session ⅘)

"He would go through this never ending cycle and I'd sleep with the lights on in fear of him sitting in the dark,and then I started not sleeping and then I seen movement of something not there and my grandparents took me to the doctors like twice and well said I was fine just bad case of sleep insomnia and deprived and depression they said.And then they would take me home and he would be there…..ANGRY." She scooted herself back in the chair sobbing,burring her head into her knees."It must have been very terrible living there wasn't it." She nodded "And he would yell at me saying it's my fault my mother's dead,I couldn't do anything if it was a heartattack and a stroke at once what do you want me to do!? I was only 10 when it happened and he was out busy taking loads out in the middle of God knows where!?" She sounded stressed and panicked.(End of Fragment Tape 4)

(Tape Fragment 1st Session 5/5)

"So who brought you to Milton? If I may ask?" She huffed and sniffled."I did it myself!I was done with my fathers shit…of his yelling and screaming mad drunk at me for something I couldn't really do much about….." "How did you get here?" "Few days ago I packed my things,took some money from my little plastic vault I had owned and some from my dad's wallet,bought a bus ticket and I arrived here.I was done with his shit…." "Are you staying with anybody? Or in a safe place to rest?" She nodded "Yeah with the local lighthouse keeper in a spare room he cleaned up for me and said I can stay….I said I can help and get a job at the shopping place that opened up ... .and maybe learn a thing or to at his job at night." "Oh Mr Shore,and Homa Mart if I'm not mistaken.I see your in a rough patch right now,maybe after a few more sessions we can work things out slowly.I promise I'll do everything that I can to help you.Alright." "I hope you can,I really hope you can." (End of Fragment Tape 5)

(Ending Tape Night of Accident)

(Tape 1) "You've reached the office of Dr.Desmond Wales please leave a message after the tone [Beep] "Desmond….Desmond!? Damn it,something bad is happening I can feel it,Allen went to his house to try and rest an I see them,the men in black!?Allen is in one of the rooms I can see a lantern on down there." She struggled to talk with her panicked tone in her voice (End of Tape 1)

(Tape 2) "They are close,those men in black and I see….Him…Max Nygaard,I have a afternoon sitting job and I know his kid Maddison Nygaard and Virginia's brother Freddy Ruhl….no time for that they have cameras and they have something in the back of their truck?" She was heavily breathing….panicking.(End of Tape 2)

(Tape 3) "The guy with the red eyes I thought I saw too!?" She he took a sharp deep breath."Allen and I saw a list for a shipment that wasn't scheduled and then the lights at the lighthouse just stopped.He went to go check and I tried to p…po…power back on the lighthouse ... .Wait, something is happening……" A loud explosion could be heard and the line went quiet. (End of Tape 3)

(Tape 4) a gasp and hyperventilating could be heard and the name "Allen" could be heard as the line went dead from the blackout.Desmond looked down at the last recording that was near the dark midnight sky like sea that had glowing stars in the water that was mesmerizing.He could feel and picture her fear and sadness that night and he began to cry kneeling at the last tape recording by the sparkling door.He felt his heart was torn out like he failed her,like he could feel the pain she felt.After about a hour he got up and left through the door.(End Of Tape)

Her file and what seemed to be two tarrot cards and her kitsune plush were near her files on the file cabinet. Instead of the shelf, one was the sun tarrot with Allen's Shade form on it, and the other was the Moon tarrot with Sorrow her shadow form on the card and the kitune plushie was her weighted therapeutic plush.He doesn't know if she's safe or not but he's hopes she's alright and safe.

#insoundmindocthesorrow #insoundmindoc #insoundmindzoestape

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

#but I also could pull up a hundred screenshots about ‘rads’#that basically serve to ostracize solo Louies who simply want a solo career for him

yes, i don't think this can be understood without having been there. bc i'm still here being annoying and bitter, it's easy to think all ~rads~ were just haters. but no. people who were so informative, focused on data and music only were chased off with smears. not talking about harry was the sin, because that meant thought crimes were being committed.

(but then again, they might not have lasted this long anyway, since time was also a factor. but yeah.)

The thing is that in 2017-18, it was hard to focus on music / business without having… an actual musical career.

There was dad content, boyfriend content, 1D-reunion-talk content, X factor judge content, am-I-actually-serious-about-a-solo-album-look-at-me-in-a-studio content, but it all led to empty promises. Miss You disappeared as if it was never anyone’s (Louis’, Sony’s, Syco’s) serious project. To this day, the topic of Miss You is avoided as if it’s radioactive— no interview questions are allowed, excluded from AOTV, never performed in public. So if solo fans were waiting and hoping for music, so they could focus on music, they were 1. frustrated by Louis and his team, and 2. mercilessly bullied/ harassed/ ostracized by other fans.

Remember prominent Larries calling Louies “sad trombones,” “tragedy porn addicts,” even Nazis— actual Hitler comparisons— for posts about Louis’ career. They’re still in the Tumblr Larrie fandom today, 98% focused on Harry now (to no one’s surprise) with very similar “Larrie” friends.

In those days, I was still a Larrie, I still liked Harry, and it still wasn’t totally clear to me what was happening. Louis’ music was still occasionally played on British radio, especially Hits Radio. I still had some hope that his career would be given the proper treatment once his album came out early 2019. In retrospect, 2018 me would have been surprised to learn that in 2023, Louis remains the only ex-1D member never to have done a BBC Live Lounge, and that 2023 Louis would make the best album of all the 1D boys but never be played on radio, never be the focus of any prominent festivals.

Anyway.

Despite the fact that Louis has had such a rocky career, watching his creativity grow has been worthwhile. However, as one fandom friend said,

He seems happy on stage. He can tour, do what he loves, have fun with the band and be the rockstar.

That all has an expiration date though, unless Louis brings in new fans. And nothing about his current set up is catered to doing that. It’s about sitting back and letting the fans he has do the heavy lifting for sales of music, merch and tickets. Obviously we do it because we love him - and because he’s never exploited us like that - he tries to be fair. But that article from his BMG rep was so aggravating, it definitely made me feel silly for spending money on many copies to get him his #1.

They need to be careful, any alienation of his fans will be impossible to recover from.

Today’s Larries need to do a lot of mental gymnastics to accept what they see, but they’re not bright and they’re not wedded to reality, which makes them the perfect Harry Styles/ anti-Louis Tomlinson fandom.

Sony and old Tumblr Larries helped to engineer this 2023 reality… big kudos to them for building Harry to who he became today. In 2023 Harry doesn’t really need Larries anymore, but he did in 2017-18, and they delivered.

#louis tomlinson #fandom #rads #larries #radical larries #l/harries #harry styles #Larries who are still fans of Harry Styles btw? #you don’t get a pass #for driving other fans out

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Did anyone else know from the very beginning? [Toronto native here with some insight] by u/lesetoilles

opinion

I'd like to know if I'm one of the few here who knew right off the bat that Meghan was trouble. And I'm not talking about the wedding, or the Africa interview, or even Oprah. I'm talking... 2016 unconfirmed rumours swirling around about Harry potentially being linked to Meghan Markle. Let me take you on a journey of everything I thought and believed that has led to my current-day vindication of those feelings when I see forums like this one.

First off, I was born and raised in Toronto. I knew of Meghan Markle's existence at least a couple years before she met Harry. My sister's friend, a freelance writer in the city, heard about an event that MM was either organizing or hosting (can't remember) in Toronto. Consensus about her behaviour toward staff was - and I quote - "she was a scathing b****". Now keep in mind, this likely would have been 2014/2015... she was an absolute nobody and there would have been no need to spread mistruths about someone so barely relevant. For me at the time, it was just an interesting tidbit of information about Rachel from Suits. My brother also met her once at a party. Nothing too interesting to report from his account lol, just that she was "super skinny" and "looked bored of everyone" and "didn't say hi despite being introduced".

Meghan was a regular at an exclusive lounge, Soho House (Toronto location). For anyone who might not know, to get in you either have to know someone who is a member, or you have to be a member with a couple thousand dollar fee. As she frequented it, there was talk about her and amongst these whispers was the rumour of her being a "yacht girl" (aka an expensive prostitute). To take this rumour a step further, some actually said afterwards that THAT is how Harry met her. Now I don't know if that's true... but I'll tell you one thing and it's that no fibre of my being believes that BS of a "blind date by a mutual friend." Please. Spare me.

Now onto Cory Vitiello. Meghan loves to correct articles that list dates that overlap the two relationships. I can tell you that the relationships ABSOLUTELY overlapped and she 100% did CHEAT on Cory with Harry. Everyone in Toronto within those circles knew that to be fact and Cory didn't hide the fact that she blindsided him. She moved out of his home only after her relationship with Harry became public. Now why was she even with Cory? Well, she's always been a social climber, we know this. And at the time (after being married to a producer only gave her a few non speaking roles in movies) she was using Cory to elevate herself... via the cooking world. Look up "Meghan Markle cooking" and take note of all the guest appearances she makes on daytime TV either cooking something, talking about recipes, or even acting as "celebrity" guest judged on Chopped jr. Lol. Who do you think was getting her these gigs? They were all around that time. This girl was really scraping bottom of the barrel but at that time, it was something.

Next up: Jessica Frickin Mulroney. It may be hard to believe, but Jessica Mulroney has pull in Canada. She is married to Ben Mulroney (the SON of a former Canadian prime minister). The Mulroneys have associations to some of the highest elite in Canadian showbiz AND more importantly, politics, including the Trudeaus. It is no coincidence that MM would find herself associating with people of this calibre. But most importantly, Jessica Mulroney is NOTORIOUSLY known for being... horrible. Treats everyone poorly, racist, intolerant, selfish, greedy and spoiled. I (and all of Toronto I assure you) literally jumped for joy when Sasha Exeter exposed her. And have you noticed MM hasn't talked to her since? She was the latest flying monkey to be shelved by the narcissist. She even posted a pathetic instagram story with a quote about "distancing from friends" recently. Lol. But anyway, bottom line, I didn't trust anyone who would be friends with Jessica Mulroney.

So knowing all of this about MM, when she started dating Harry, I didn't buy for a SECOND that it was authentic. I already had my preconceived notions about her, which truthfully, I think is more than most people had since 99% of the world didn't even know who the hell she was. The 1% being mostly watchers of Suits lol.

Then the blind items started pouring in. Take a gander, and note how some blind items knew about the Diana angle 5 whole years before MM smudged her eye makeup and gave that Oprah interview and they knew how she would use it to manipulate him...

2016: https://blindgossip.com/no-dignity/

2017: https://blindgossip.com/rescue-me/ | https://blindgossip.com/vacation-ingratiation/ | https://blindgossip.com/beware-the-beehive/ | https://blindgossip.com/my-iconic-fiancee/

2018: https://blindgossip.com/appalling-frustrating-and-embarrassing/

2019: https://blindgossip.com/wounded-little-boy/ | https://blindgossip.com/the-big-plan/ | https://blindgossip.com/her-own-game/

2020: https://blindgossip.com/alarming-around-the-children/

I couldn't find them all but I do remember also reading ones about her completely ditching her dogs, wearing Diana's perfume on their dates, and how she had a coffee table book of Diana. In 2017, Ninaki Priddy, MM's childhood best friend for like two decades gave an interview and shared photos where she claims MM cut both her and Trevor off savagely (shelving) but also that MM had an obsession with Princes Diana: 

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-5137785/Meghan-Markle-revelations-friend-knew-best.html 

This article from 2018 innocently calls attention to the fact that MM actually wrote about the Duchess of Cambridge on her blog, the Tig in 2012: 

https://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/latest/a22727998/meghan-markle-blog-princess-kate/

She refers to her as Princess Kate and there almost seems to be a passive aggressiveness when describing her wedding. I don't know about you, but I think MM's master plan would have been William. He's more her age and he was a mega heartthrob when she was a teenager. I digress.

Now despite all of this, I tried to be reasonable. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. But my intuition was screaming at me: she is a narcissist and she is manipulating him! And step by step, month by month, year by year, she proved ALL my instincts to be true...

- "My family is the family she never had." Until she discards them just like she did her own.- He needs to save her, rescue her, she's trying to be Diana... cue Megxit, cue Oprah, cue the me you can't see bombshell where she told him she would kill herself AND their unborn child if it wasn't for the fact that he "already lost a woman."- The fake doe eyes she gave him at the wedding and her "dupers delight" smirks in nearly every picture/video of her- Even just the fact that their relationship moved SO fast. Dating. Engaged. Married. Baby. Within 2 years. It makes me laugh that she reminded the whole world of "Waity Katie" (of course with the intention of taking a dig at Kate). William took his time with Kate so she could truly decide if that was the life she wanted. If Harry had any scruples, he would have done the same.- This relationship is TEXTBOOK narcissistic abuse, and if the roles were reversed, people would be talking about it more.

Anyway well, that was my rant. I'd love to know if anyone was staunchly anti-Meghan as I was from as early as 2016! Intuition, insight, or otherwise?

Posted by u/lesetoilles (2 years ago)

#saintmeghanmarkle #sussexes #markled #archewell #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duchess of sussex #top post #duke of sussex #spare by prince harry #insider tea

[witchthewriter]

Hi hun! This is my formal request to play the ship game 🦁🦁

Fandoms: Peaky Blinders, Stranger Things and The Umbrella Academy (males if possible please for all 3)

About Me: I'm heterosexual, I go be she/her pronouns and my personality type is INFP if that means much :)

My absolute dream in life is to be a writer with a big study with a comfy chair and a gorgeous aesthetic and then a hanging egg chair in the corner so I can read and relax.

I love movies too, especially horror movies.

I am usually the shortest one in the group and I have a baby face but I am usually the mum friend, I have all the stuff in my bag. Tissues, multiple hand sanitizers, hand cream, pens, wet wipes, we are ready.

I love to read too

I love buying gifts for people I've been told I'm a pretty good gift giver.

I love animals, I have a dog, a cross between a cockapoo and a miniature schnauzer, but I've also had many cats in my life.

I have a mild addiction to teddy bears.

I like comfy clothes but if I had my way I'd have a light or dark academia aesthetic or cottage core, so opposite but it works

If you need anything else, let me know :)

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋

Oh my goodness, you’re so lovely. And your description of yourself makes me want to be your friend <3 Also you DEFINITELY sound like an INFP; you’re literally the sweetest 🌼

Also I changed it from drabble to their fav thing about you & your best friend (I think everyone gets more out of it that way - so I’m not repeating anything!) 

What each ship has in common: 

⋆ creativity ⋆ have a soft side ⋆ warm-hearted ⋆ put smiles on peoples faces ⋆ know how to have a good time

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Okay so this one was really hard. In this world everyone of the men are so rough and gruff - if Finn was older I would’ve matched him because he seems the most soft. And you deserve someone whose sensitive. 

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 I ship you with Arthur Shelby - there are moments in the show when he is so so soft. But with the business, Tommy and his wife, Arthur was always pushed to the limit. Especially since masculinity was so important during this time. Yet softness isn’t inherently feminine and toughness isn’t inherently masculine. You show Arthur that; you perservere and take charge when you need to, all while still keeping your heart. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

⭑ He loved that you didn’t find his soft side unmanly. He constantly tries to hide it, but when it comes out - those who care the most about him don’t usually react in the right ways. 

⭑ He doesn’t read very well and likes it when you read to him. Especially something you have written yourself! 

⭑ You guys would move not too far from the city, but far enough that you’re in the countryside. 

⭑ You adopt a lot of cats and dogs when you live on the farm. Sometimes you find them, other times they find you. 

⭑He loves when you sing, or hum. You encourage him to express himself in whatever way he wants and it’s usually in song as well. 

⭑ He loves it when you listen to him rant about what’s on his mind. From childhood memories, to gossip. 

⭑Loves making you two a cup of tea and sitting on the front porch (this one made me emotional??)

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your touch. He loves when you gently cup his cheek in your hand, shushing him quietly. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Ada. You enjoy talking to her about politics and how to make the world a better place. Also she has a lot of books and a glorious house to lounge about. 

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 I ship you with Eddie Munson! Okay so hear me out - you remind me of Chrissy so much!!! They had so much chemistry that I think he would absolutely adore you. It would come as a shock to a lot of people that you were dating, but seeing you two together, they would understand. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

⭑ You basically adopt Dustin, like you’re his new parents and Steve would be so jealous. 

⭑ You fell first and then he fell harder for you. He absolutely adores you and worships the ground you walk on. 

⭑Will talk to your teddy bears and gently place them on the ground when he sleeps over. Never EVER mistreats them. 

⭑Gets along really well with your pets, like really well. Babies and animals absolutely adore Eddie??? (he’s perfect that’s why)

⭑ Very VERY VERY protective over you and will not let you do anything dangerous (but come on, this guy really cannot tell you what to do)

⭑ Will rub your belly if it hurts/you have period pain etc., 

⭑ Likes to write songs about you; he’s especially inspired when you sit in the sunlight, your eyes closed as you drink in the warmth. 

⭑ Has cried because you make him feel so loved

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your smile. He loves when you find his jokes funny. This guy will literally trip over in front of you and a whole ass crowd if it meant you would smile. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Robin. She likes how loyal you are, and I think she might have a crush on you. 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 I ship you with Klaus Hargreeves! I think he would love you to be honest; your heart and responsible side would mesh well with his wild but sensitive side. He would always go to you for advice, a hug and cuddle. He would love your teddy bears and get you one nearly every time he goes to the shops. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

⭑ Likes to play pranks on his siblings with you. Sometimes you feel like he’s taken it too far, but then he’ll tell you about all the other crap they’ve done to him and then you think the prank should go a step further. 

⭑ He is nearly always the little spoon - he likes feeling cocooned in you. It makes him feel safe. 

⭑ You know about his sexuality and nearly cried when you said you didn’t care. (He’s pansexual by the way.)

⭑ Your relationship are the tropes: mutual pining (before you got together obvi), ‘everything’s bad but at least i found you,’ dumb & dumber. 

⭑ He LOVES when you give him scalp massages. He is putty in your hands. If you play with his hair afterwards and tickle his back then he’ll literally do whatever you say 

⭑You guys almost never fight, not unless you’re scared that Klaus is unsafe, then you’ll tell him and it’s resolved. 

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your fierce love, it’s as if he knows he will never feel unloved/unlovable again. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: One, you guys bonded quickly because of his big heart. You listened to him and your friendship is one that he will always cherish. Also you’re both puppy dogs <3

#open ships #get shipped

[harvestar]

Divorce!LO - Chapter Three

cws: demeter and persephone get over some things maybe a little too quickly for comfort if we're going with canon... undecided if I'm retconning some or all of the stupid abuse plotline in favor of prioritizing the mother/daughter relationship + tragedy of their separation. there are undertones left over in any case

💔

Returning home wasn't as horrible as Persephone had thought it would be, all things considered.

"Of course you can stay," Demeter had said the first night. "I never stopped wanting to support you. I just- I couldn't support the marriage. I knew he would hurt you."

"He didn't. It was just…" She covered Dionysus' ears. "Shitty."

"Well. Consider this my one I-told-you-so, and we can forget all about it. Come here." It felt so good to embrace her mother, to let someone else shoulder all the feelings she'd been holding in. Persephone had shoved all her doubts away for the moment, content to just bask in the warmth and familiarity of Demeter's earthy scent.

Now, they lounge in the middle of a dense grove, surrounded by flowers and life and beauty. Here, without cars or strangers, Dionysus can run around to his heart's content, ripening fruit on the vine with a mere touch of his tiny hand.

"He's got potential," Demeter says, watching him from her perch on a flat rock.

"Just don't put him on the front of a cereal box. He'll grow up with a complex about it."

"I suppose that was a mistake," Demeter sighs. "You were just so cute at that age, and if I couldn't show you off…"

"It was a little stupid hiding me away and then plastering me all over Olympian grocery stores." Persephone lets out a sharp little laugh and lies back in the grass. "I guess it doesn't matter, now, though."

"Because you're staying?"

"I'll make up my mind about that later," she insists. No need to have her mother poison her opinion on that subject. "But Dionysus seems really happy. And it is safer. I think I understand why you liked having me here."

"Motherhood is so hard," Demeter nods, speaking softly. "I know I didn't do it right, but…"

"But you tried." Persephone glances up at her, and for a moment, it's hard not to get teary-eyed. "I'm not really doing it right either. I don't think anyone does."

"They don't give you a manual," her mother jokes. "At least you're learning from all my mistakes."

"Well. When Dionysus starts dating a hot older person with a dark past, I'll probably get pissed off about it too."

"They'll have two furious goddesses to deal with."

"Mhmm."

A pause. Dionysus' tinkling laughter rings through the glen.

"Know that you're welcome to stay as long as you want," Demeter starts, cautious, "but… you do have duties in the Underworld to tend to, do you not?"

"I'm trying not to think about that." Who knows what's happening to Project Elysium. Hades might not be enough of an ass to dismantle it all out of spite, but… he doesn't exactly care about mortal souls, either. Persephone has seen how lightly he takes forcing them to pay their way into the Underworld, only to slave away in the afterlife.

She'd hoped she could change him, which seems so naïve in retrospect.

"You are its queen."

"I married into it."

"You and I both know that isn't true." Demeter sighs. "You were chosen as its champion. As much as you're tethered to the Mortal Realm, and as much as I absolutely hate the idea of you going back down there…"

"I know." It's hard to hear from her mother, because she knows it's the truth if Demeter of all people is willing to speak up about it.

The Underworld needs a voice, and Hades, for all his pigheadedness, will at least hear her. Even if he really, really does not like it.

"It fucking blows," Demeter says, and Persephone is a little shocked to hear her prim and proper mother curse. Just a little, though. "I'm not saying it doesn't. I went through the same thing, and, well, clearly it did wonders for my mental wellbeing. But… sometimes you have to put aside your own feelings and hang-ups and traditions for the good of others."

Persephone looks at Dionysus first, and then up at the canopy of trees ringing their little grove.

With a start, she realizes that the branches are no longer aligned in neat little rows, but chaotic twisting forms, and the fruit sprouting from them is misshapen but sweeter for it.

Her spring. Imperfect, even after ten years, but… Demeter kept it, and it is beautiful.

"You know what?" She smiles. "You're right. They need me. And I'm going to make you proud."

"You already have," Demeter says softly.

#writing #divorce!LO

[thedreadvampy]

I am thinking again about butchness I'm thinking about how I want to be strong how I want to be protective and caring how I want to be able to step up and meet the needs of people I care about

(I'm kind of also thinking. about how last time I was dating a woman I let this get out of hand and I let my own needs get subsumed and really walled myself off from seeking care and protection. and that worries me. like how do I know what's a real and healthy and good expression of how I love and what's self-destruction?)

semi-relatedly my friend and my boyfriend are trying to get me to go on the apps once I'm vaccinated and try and have some Casual Sex With Girls bc I will Never Shut Up about how much I want to make out with girls. but like. t e r r i f y i n g concept I am 28 and have never in my life actively gone seeking dates all I know about dating girls is be best friends make out at every party eventually confess to having feelings after 3 years and generally Yearn. what is. dating? we just don't know.

#these things sound unrelated but the relatipnship is: i have an intense attraction to women #and i don't know how to cope with it #like it's wonderful but it's also INTENSE and doesn't come with like. an instruction manual. #and taking active ownership of it by claiming butchness or defining how i relate to women I'm attracted to or going out looking for dates #is just. so much scarier and harder than just letting it passively exist in the background. #and to be clear i HAVE dated women i have had serious long term relationships with women #but I've very much struggled to get past it just Happening To Me #like. with all my relationships tbh. i have had the dubious luck of generally being the person pursued not the one doing the pursuing #the hard thing has been getting people to NOT date me so dating I'm lounging on a couch eating grapes as suitors parade in front of me #(which is a very positive way to describe what has been a Not Very Positive dating history of like. stalking and boundary crossing #but we'll ignore that) #so idk i just. get away with not trying so i never learnt to deal with actually being an active participant in my own dating life you know??

[funtimebunnyblog]

Nobody really asked for this but uhhh... I kind of needed it 😶😇😂 Please excuse me for being self indulgent for this one time! ❤❤❤ But most of all, please enjoy! 😘

The Pillarmen (separate) with an s/o on their Period...

(Under the cut for length!)

(Warning! This contains content all surrounding a Woman's menstruation cycle and all the absolute joys that come with it 🙃 like: graphic descriptions of pain and blood, more blood and lots of blood. Viewer discretion advised! In other words, you have been warned...)

Kars:

• Chances are, Kars will always be long prepared for your periods monthly arrival.

• Even in the time when you were first getting to know each other, he picked up on your cycle patterns quickly.

• The first time you confided to him you were on your period he was prepared then too, pulling out a fresh pack of pads for you seemingly out of nowhere.

• The way you reacted, he'd swore he had just pulled a rabbit out of a hat.

• From then on he knows exactly when it will happen, he's done all the calculations and has the date marked on his desk calendar.

• When the day comes, he'll have a box of stuff already waiting for you by the bed; a hot waterbottle, some chocolate, pads/tampons, a bottle of Motrin, you name it.

• It's no surprise that even if you happen to be late or early he'll still be prepared; heck, he'll take one look at you and know.

• If you're cramping or feeling bloated and icky he knows some good teas to help you with that too.

• Kars is also prepared for the emotional and intensive side of things when you're undergoing your cycle.

☆

The door creaked open quietly, a tendril of light cutting through the dark as the wrapped head of Kars poked into the room, ruby eyes settling on the lumpy form quivering under the pile of blankets covering the bed.

He had heard you crying from the hallway one his way back to his Office.

The Pillarman's lips came together, however, he didn't hesitate for a moment as he stepped further into the room. "My dear," he spoke, approaching the bed. Your shaking form visibly tensed right up. It was obvious you hadn't even heard him come in. "Is your back giving you grief again?"

You had started just a day ago and of course things were carrying out as usual; cravings, back pain, nausea, all things he expected.

What he didn't expect was your answer, which was a wet sob, words muffled as the blankets moved; a shake of the head was his only coherent response.

He only frowned, the bed dipping with a low creak as he sat down on the very edge right at your back where you laid curled on on yourself under the covers.

"Your stomach then? You feel nauseous, is that it?" He pressed.

Another shake of the head, his sharp ears strained to hear the watery response from underneath the thick layer of blankets, leaving Kars with no choice but to finally peel away the barrier covers between you and him. Your very red and very wet face was finally revealed to him, your lips knotted and quivering as you sniffled.

Your state was only worrying him further, it was plainly obvious you had been crying for some time and on top of things, you weren't even looking at him.

There was an unmistakably guilty look to your watery expression.

"What is it then?" He asked, a huge hand plucking the stray hair from your soaked cheeks and eyes. "What's wrong? I need you to talk to me, dear."

His pressing only made the tears come much harder, his hands instinctively going to your back and rubbing softly.

"I'm sorry, Kars..." came the staccatic whimper.

He blinked twice, "For what?"

"I ruined the sheets!" You cried, hugging yourself tighter. "I... I laid down because--because my back was hurting again and I f-fell asleep and when I woke up it was just... all over the place!"

Your Husband listened to you quietly, suddenly coming to the realization that the bed had indeed been stripped of the sheets beneath the blankets; you were only laying (probably not very comfortably) on the thin white plastic mattress cover. His eyes drifted to the far corner of the room where the ruined fitted sheet and the thin matching over sheet had been simply balled up into a big lumpy wad and thrown there.

"You ruined your pants as well then," he hummed, remembering that you had been wearing a particular pair; your favourite fuzzy lounging pants with the stars on them.

A nod was his only response this time.

Kars let out a sigh, leaning down to lay his head on your shoulder. "Oh, my sunshine, it's alright. We have plenty of sheets, one ruined cover is nothing to me."

"I--"

"I know you didn't mean to." He cut you off, already knowing what you were going to say, his gentle ministrations unceasing. "It was an accident, I would not expect you to have control over something like this. These things happen. We can always get new sheets and buy you more pants and undergarments."

It relieved you to know he wasn't upset with you over this, or worse disgusted by the prospect of your mess, and you found yourself letting out a shakey breath you didn't know you had been holding.

The covers peeled away and you nearly yelped as you were suddenly hoisted into his arms, the Pillarman carrying you right out of the room without another word.

"Wh-What are you doing?" You squeaked, your confusion making the remainder of your tears ebb a little more.

"I'm taking you to get cleaned up." He answered without missing a beat. "No doubt you're probably still soiled, so you're going to take a nice hot shower. I'll leave you some fresh clothes and replace the sheets while you're in there and then we can crawl into bed and watch that program you like."

"I-- I thought you had work to do tonight." You said, watching him owl eyed as he set you down gently on the toilet and began to putter around the bathroom, pulling towels down from the cupboard and turning the shower on.

He hummed, "Oh, my work can wait until the morrow. My duties as your Mate come first, you know."

You felt a quivering smile tugging at your lips as he peered over his shoulder with a soft smile, cocking an eyebrow at you.

Kars was undoubtedly the only one in your life who could sweep up the shattered remains of a problem and fabricate it into something treasured.

He was the only one who made a this week out of every month truly bearable.

Esidisi:

• Growing up, Esidisi had been around the Women of his tribe and his Family a lot.

• He's definitely prepared for something like this and even upon first getting to know him, you could talk to him openly about it.

• These kinds of things don't faze him in the slightest; you're a Woman and as long as you're healthy there was no issue.

• Esidisi will almost always be able to tell whenever your monthly cycle is approaching, being an intuitive man and all.

• He knows your behaviors and habits and he can easily spot your telltale signs leading to your period, like: any erratic sleep patterns, a shift in your overall mood, your eating habits taking a sudden change, any ofd facial acne popping up, etc.

• He'll definitely be prepared for the day it does hit because he makes sure to go out and do all the necessary shopping prior.

• When your period does hit, it basically hits both of you.

• If you get emotional, he gets emotional; when you're in pain, he's in pain.

• Half of the ordeal might just consist of both of you crying and holding each other.

• The other half of it consists of him doing his very best to help you feel better and alleviate any discomfort you happen to feel.

• However... his methods in doing so are very unconventional.

☆

You did your very best to lay still as the calloused pad of a thumb swiped along bare skin, just under your navel, where you lay; leaving not only a trail of paint but a ticklish sensation that nearly made you giggle.

However, it was easy not to laugh while feeling nothing but waves of uncertainty and mild irritation rolling over you amidst all this.

The deep timber of Esidisi's voice thrumming out the tones of a mantra in some language you couldn't identify did little to comfort you as you laid there before him on the bed. You were dressed only in your underclothes and already painted with several other sigils along your body as he finished the one directly over your womb.

The room was dark, save for the light of two candles, one at each bedside table, allowing you to see him partially where he stood over you in the shadows.

His eyes, normally two sapphires glimmering, shined like rubies in the dark; animalistic and a reminder that he was something indeed inhuman.

You weren't really one to believe in rituals, especially not while you had some Motrin in a bottle downstairs that would fix up your prediciment just fine, but your Husband insisted on this instead.

You were starting to regret telling him you were still cramping with every sigil he drew and every stone and flower placed particularly around and over you.

"Esidisi," You whined. "Is this really necessary?"

The Pillarman's rythmic chanting fell to an abrupt halt at your words, his eyes fell on you incredulously.

"Of course this is necessary!" He cried. "You want the pain to stop, don't you?"

You grimaced, "Well, yes, but I just think this is..." teeth dug hard into your lower lip as your Mates brow came together, full lips twisting and arms folding over his chest as his gaze burned holes into you, awaiting the end to that sentence.

What could you possibly say that wouldn't hurt his feelings?

That is was a bunch of hoo-hah?

That he didn't know what he was doing or how a Women's body worked?

That the ancient medicine of his people that he was still using was something long outgrown in today's society?

That it most definitely wouldn't work and it was a waste of time?

"This is, what?" He pressed, chin raising as his foot began to tap quietly on the floor.

You could feel sweat sticking uncomfortably to your skin, or perhaps that was just you suddenly becoming increasingly aware of the feeling of the oil on your body he had slathered you with prior, as you fumbled to finish.

"Er... that is is... a little.... much?"

A bare brow cocked as he echoed you. "Much?"

"Well, I mean, you've painted at least 13 symbols on me now and you've smudged the air with so much sage my head hurts and the crystals and the flowers and... just the whole shebang here..." your hand went up to guesture to everything that was laid out, things both on you and on him.

His attire was something close to ridiculous in your eyes; he was even more naked than usual! Dressed in nothing but feathers covering his nether region and his usual hat, he stood before you covered in swirls of orange paint all along his body rather than just his cheeks.

"Isn't this just a little much?" You asked, unable to stop the frown from tugging on your lips.

Esidisi blinked owlishly, "Well, how else am I supposed to banish the evil spirits from your uterus and alleviate your pain?"

It had greatly surprised (and upset) him to find that the medicines and practices he was weaned on as a child had faded away into non-existence along with the name of his people.

Apart from Kars, who had taken to (ugh) more "modern" practices with those placebos and chemicals made in labratories, there didn't seem to be a soul out there who knew how to properly do these things!

Esidisi wasn't going to let you suffer or be harmed in any way shape or form, not when he knew how to stop it. He had learned early on how to cleanse the womb and heal it of any harmful curses or diseases that would happen to plague you. His Grandmother had been the one who had taught him and he had spent his youth putting them to much practice.

If you thought that this was much, you were definitely going to be in for a surprise for when you became pregnant one day; he planned to preform regular hour long sessions daily then.

You couldn't stop yourself from sighing, a hand reaching up to give a light slap to your cheek as you groaned.

You would just have to explain to him what really caused all the pain of menstruation. "Honey, there's no evil spirits--"

A finger pressed to your lips, stalling anymore words from falling from them. "Shh, beloved. You mustn't keep disrupting the ritual." The man chided softly, leaning down to press a dotting kiss to your brow as he swiped the final line of paint over it. "Now just lay there and let me handle this. Trust me, you'll feel better in no time."

Your lips turned downward as you watched him step back to fetch his singing bowl, sighing softly to yourself as you adjusted the bouquet of herbs and flowers that he had pushed into your hands.

It was hard to get comfortable when you could feel the mint leaves he had scattered in your hair scratching against your scalp and the orange peeling he had stuffed it on your bra was an entirely different matter all together.

You supposed that somehow it could've been worse and you had to be content that this was relatively harmless all in all.

At least the hollow ring of the singing bowl and the continuation of his mantra would put you to sleep while he carried out the rest of this ritual...

Wamuu:

• Admittedly, Wamuu knew very little on the concept of Women and their monthly cycles; until you came along into his life that was.

• He knew how it worked of course and that it indeed happened but embarrassingly, he had sort of... forgotten about it in a way.

• Really, you supposed you couldn't blame him. This wasn't exactly something that was part of his everyday life, growing up with only 3 other Males the majority of it.

• The first time he happened to smell blood off you, it sent him into a panic and he immediately thought that you were hiding an injury from him; demanding to know where it was so he could treat it.

• Embarrassed, you tried to be discreet and prod him gently in the direction of what was happening. However, every code word for it just seemed to fly over his head; inevitably confusing him further.

• "It's high tide." "What? Beloved, we do not live by the ocean." "Er... the blood moon has risen?" "The blood moon isn't supposed to appear for another few months. And it is daytime, beloved." "Uhh... It's shark week?" "Why are you talking about a T.V. program at a time like this?"

• Finally, after a long, LONG session of going back and forth like that, you had no choice but to scream that you were on your period.

• Wamuu's beat red face and his impossibly huge eyes will be an image forever burned into your brain.

• After that, even though he wasn't exactly an expert on such matters, Wamuu did his best to at least be attentive to your needs.

• He does his best to understand your patterns and the entirety of what exactly you go through.

• He's always checking in on you every so often, sheepishly asking if you're feeling ok or if you need anything.

• Just say the word and He'll get you pads or food or water, perhaps even a distraction like a movie...

☆

The wet sounds of sniffling hitting his eardrums was what caused Wamuu to be roused from his deep and comfortable sleep, the Warrior blinking in the dark of the room and instinctively raising his head to locate the source.

"Beloved," He breathed, eyes falling onto your form. You were also awake, your back to him and sitting on the edge of the bed, curled in on yourself. His lips fell into a frown as you continued to sniffle, now trying to stiffle the sound upon realizing that he too was awake now.

Wamuu slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position, "what's wrong? Why are you awake?"

It was still the dead of night, just a little past 1AM, he couldn't think of a reason for you to be awake and crying other than the possibility of you having a nightmare.

" 's nothing..." you hiccuped, scrubbing your eye. "Go back to sleep."

His frown only deepened, scooting across the bed to get closer to you. "No. What is it? What has you so upset?" He pressed, an arm encircling around your quivering form. "Did you have a nightmare?"

A particularly harsh sob cut through you as you shook your head, burying your face in your hands as if trying to hide from him, "No! Go back to sleep!"

Chartreuse eyes softened considerably, the massive man only hugging you closer to his body as he chose to press further.

"If it's not a nightmare than what is it?"

"Oh, you'll laugh!" came the moan.

"I will not laugh." He replied, quite matter of factly.

"You'll--... You'll be angry!"

His brow knitted together sternly, one huge and warm hand wrapping around your much smaller one, uncaring of the fact it was wet with tears.

"I will not be angry. Please, just tell me why you are awake and crying, my love."

You fell silent, save for the staccato of your hiccupped breaths, Wamuu waited with all the patience in the world.

"I--" you paused, swallowing thickly. Your expression contorted in an almost painful manor, a hand slamming over your eyes as you only began to sob harder than before. "--I want... CHICKEN NUGGETS!"

The Pillarman blinked in surprise, that confession had completely taken him off guard. You were crying over food of all things? At 1 o'clock in the morning?

Realization washed over him, making him frown deeper for only a second as he suddenly remembered the fact that you had started your monthly menstrual cycle yesterday evening.

You must've woken up craving and hurting, of course those things would drive you to cry helplessly like so.

If anything, the Warrior was relieved it was nothing serious.

Wamuu smiled softly, only hugging you tighter to him. "Will chicken nuggets get you to stop crying?" He asked softly, carding his fingers gently through your awry bed-head hair.

You coughed, sniffling as your whimpered response rose up from your throat painfully. "Yeah,"

He nodded, "Alright. How many do you want and what kind?"

You sniffed a few times, managing to calm down enough to tell him what would suffice enough to satisfy your hankering. Wamuu pulled on a simple hoodie and some pants as you talked, he even asked you if you wanted to come with him but you declined, not really in the mood to go very far.

He put the Television on for you, turning it on to a program and kissed your head, telling you he'd be back with an order of nuggets, a drink you liked and perhaps something sweet to enjoy after.

You felt guilty for troubling him with something like this, it was even worse that it was at an ungodly hour in the morning but Wamuu didn't care about those things, what mattered to him was your comfort, your happiness and your needs met...

Santana:

• Much like Wamuu, Santana isn't very much educated on the subject of menstruation and your cycles when first getting to know you.

• However, he could tell immediately that something was happening to you even before your cycle started.

• He mentioned that you had a stronger smell to him, like your hormones were given a signifigant boost. He claimed he could also see that you looked a little softer somehow.

• After sitting him down (a little embarrassed) and explaining to him what was going to happen soon, the dots connected for him and he understood.

• You were his Mate afterall and he followed his natural instincts to care and provide for you.

• He doesn't really like letting you out of his sight when it does happen, preferring to keep you close to him and he'll help you out in any way you need.

• You have to be specific with him though. If you send him to the store telling him that you need tampons, he might just come back with the entire isle of boxes in tow.

• This whole thing is always a learning experience to him, even though he can't undergo the same thing he does his best to understand and at least be attentive.

☆

"Oh c'mon..." you groaned, practically begging now as you curled in on yourself on the bed. "Kick in already!"

You had taken that Motrin over 10 minutes ago and still nothing was happening, your back was still aching and your stomach was cramping.

It was impossible for you to move now, you had laid down and there was no way in Hell you were going to get up again until all the pain was gone.

However, you were very much regretting not having the foresight to grab your heating pad on the way here, at least with that it would make it bearable but alas, it was all the way downstairs.

You couldn't even get up without fear of fainting or worse; ruining your pants.

Another wave of nausea shot through your gut, curling up in an icky tendril to your throat straight from the pit of your hurting stomach. All you could do was try to breathe; breathe, ride out the pain, hope it would be over soon and try not to vomit because of it.

A litany of begging was now falling through your lips like a prayer, pleading for anyone or anything listening to make it stop. Tears were beading at the corners of your eyes threatening to fall as your spine felt like it was being twisted, rung out like one would a wet rag.

"Please, please, please stop." You grit, hands turning to fists. "Please, please make it stop."

Little did you know your pleas didn't go unheard.

Santana watched you from the doorway where you couldn't see him, peering in with a thoughtful frown and a tilt of his head. Each quiet moan and whimper made his hands instinctively grip the door tighter, fingers digging harshly into the wood.

You were having a hard time. You were in a lot of pain and he hated to see you as such.

With only a moments thought, the Pillarman knew what he had to do, taking off quickly down the stairs; his feet barely making a sound on the steps.

Your back was hurting, he could see it in the way you kept trying to roll onto it. You used a strange device to help, one that emanated heat with a click of a button. His eyes scanned the living room for the familiar blue fabric with the white chord.

He snatched it off the couch, tucking it under his arm as he went into the kitchen next, finding himself opening and closing cupboards and doors without really knowing what he was looking for this time.

You had already taken one of those pills and he was certain you said something before about having to wait a couple of hours before you took another so that was out of the question.

The bright colours of your waterbottle sitting all by itself on the kitchen counter caught his eye. He didn't know how long you would be up there resting so maybe it was best to put it by your bedside for when you needed it. He also grabbed a couple of snacks from the cupboard, simple wrapped treats you enjoyed here and there.

He put the bottle under the tap, making sure to only stop until it was filled right under the brim with cold water.

Water... hot water. The red-head blinked, humming softly to himself as the gears turned in his head.

Your stomach had been obviously giving you grief as well, it didn't go unnoticed by him that you were clutching it; trying to curl in on yourself. You had something you used to help that too, he had seen you fill it up a few times before.

Waterbottle and heating pad under arm and snacks clutched to his chest, he went back upstairs. He went right past your room and straight into the bathroom, prying open the closet and digging around for the strange rubbery sack he could clearly see in his memories.

He pulled it out triumphantly, the object limp in his grasp like a pelt as he turned on the tap. He waited until the water was hot enough to make steam rise up from the sink before plunging it under to fill and corking it.

His arms now completely full, he shuffled back to your room with the goods; pleased his little scavenger hunt was successful.

There you lay, right where he had left you; from the look of it you definitely hadn't improved.

You were so consumed with your own discomfort you didn't even hear him or see him.

Santana approached the bed quietly, setting the waterbottles (both hot and cold) down on the nighttable with the snacks before fumbling with the heating pad, plugging it into the wall.

The massive hand being laid on your side startled you somewhat, eyes popping open with a shudder before being greeted with the sight of your one and only Mate standing over you at the bedside with a frown.

"Roll over." Came the quiet command, his hand pushing you further onto your side and slipping something familiar underneath you before easing you onto your back again.

"Santana, wha--" was all you could manage out.

Santana clicked it onto the medium setting, reaching for the hot-waterbottle next and holding it up for you to see. He draped the wiggly rubber sack over your stomach, an audible "bloop!" sounding from inside as your arms instinctively curled around it with a sigh; already relishing in its warmth.

The bed dipped as he crawled in next to you, the Pillarmen kindly pulling the blankets up around you both as he curled into your side protectively.

You could feel the heat seeping slowly into your back, the pain starting to ebb somewhat and the heated weight over your stomach was soothing; it all left you near to deliriously blissful.

You realized belatedly that he had brought you all of these things without you even having to ask, you turned your head with a sleepy smile, meeting the gaze of the red-head. He was so sweet you swore at times your heart would melt.

A hand reached up to tangle in his mane of wild hair, "Thank you, honey..."

The Pillarman nuzzled into your neck, almost purring at the gentle touch. He had made you better and that was enough to leave him content for now.

"I will always take care of you, my Mate..." he murmured, smiling softly as you closed your eyes and slowly fell asleep. It wasn't long after that he did the very same...

#funnybunny #pillarmen #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #pillarmen headcanons #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #my writing

[skswriting]

<3

Jeongguk hums as he glances around the busy coffee shop. It's almost Christmas and the holiday spirit is in full swing: people are ordering spiced drinks and treats; gift bags swing from people's arms as they hurry by; friends and family are meeting up, exclaiming loudly as they kiss and hug. Tables are filling up fast as people take shopping breaks and Jeongguk hopes that-

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A soft voice breaks his inner monolog.

He glances up to see a woman standing by his table, smiling pleasantly at him. Technically, it is taken, but he supposes she could sit there for a bit?

"Um, no, not really, but my-"

"Is it alright if I sit here then?" She requests politely, "there's really nowhere else and I need to answer a few work emails."

"It-It should be fine," he smiles at her, pulling his stuff across the table to make space.

"Thank you so much," she breathes a sigh of relief, before she delicately sits down, trying not to spill her drink, "man, the holidays are always so crazy!"

Jeongguk can't help but laugh, "Yeah, they definitely bring out a different side to people, but, I don't know, it's kind of nice."

"I agree. I like how happy everyone seems, even if there is just the tiniest bit of stress on their faces," she giggles as she pulls out a sleek laptop, quickly powering it on.

"It's so close to Christmas and you still have to work?" He's not trying to be nosy, but its the week before Christmas. His office has essentially shut down while still being open, people just lounging at their desks. They won't really start working again until after the new year.

"I know," she grimaces, "but clients get really demanding right before the holidays; each one thinks they should be at the top of my priority list."

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?"

Jeongguk smiles when he sees her straighten up proudly, "I'm the assistant CMO for Etude House. I oversee all our social medias and monitor our online presence, and help out with a lot of ad design."

"Wow," Jeongguk breathes, "that's really impressive."

She smiles, bashfully, "Thank you. It's a lot of work, admittedly, but I really enjoy what I do."

"That's awesome. And no offense, but you look pretty young, so that's a really big achievement."

"I've worked really hard to get where I am," she nods, "but… I've made some sacrifices too."

Jeongguk smiles sadly when she does, sympathetic, "Sometimes we have to give up certain things to get what we want. Even if we don't like it."

"Yeah," she sighs, pausing in the email response she had been typing, "But sometimes, I wonder if it was worth it. I mean, look at me, it's almost Christmas and here I am still, working. And it's not like I have anyone waiting for me at home."

Jeongguk blinks, a little unsure why she brought that up, "Well… you can still enjoy Christmas, you don't need-"

"I know I don't need a partner but… it'd be nice, to enjoy the festivities with someone. To wear matching sweaters and go window shopping and watch the snow fall together," she sighs wistfully, "it's hard for us single people, huh?"

Jeongguk opens his mouth but she barrels on, "I mean… I'm attractive, right, objectively? I don't think I've lost my dating touch, but it seems like every date I've been on has ended in disaster."

Jeongguk is confused how they ended up talking about her love life when he wanted to ask her more about her job.

"I just worry I'm going to end up alone. I know I don't need a partner but… I'd like one, you know?"

She suddenly looks distraught and Jeongguk doesn't think, just reaches a hand out to place over hers. She startles a little, before she gives him an appreciative look.

"You're a nice guy. Thanks for letting me sit here and bitch."

Jeongguk laughs and goes to take his hand back when she takes it between both of hers, kind of just holding it. It makes him a little uncomfortable, but maybe she needs some kind of grounding touch, so he lets it be.

"You know, I was thinking…" she starts bashfully, "I'm single… and you're single… maybe we could-"

Jeongguk is about to cut her off and tell her that he's not single, when the little bell above the coffee shop jingles. Since he's facing that way, it immediately draws the attention of his ADHD addled brain and his eyes swing over, just to swing back before-

A joyous grin breaks out across his, and the woman sitting across from him doesn't get a chance to tighten her grip before Jeongguk is eagerly bounding away, "Baby!"

You stand in the doorway, huffing a little as you rearrange your daughter on your hip. She's babbling, absolute nonsense falling from her lips, but you're listening eagerly even as you try to fix both of your little pompom hats. You melt a little when you see Jeongguk, happily falling into him. Your daughter squeals when she notices who he is.

"Hi, princess," he coos happily and she practically falls out of your arms trying to get to him, "Did you miss me? I missed you!"

"Dada!" She squeals, landing a messy and spit filled kiss on his cheek. He can practically hear all the older people in the cafe cooing at her and he puffs up like a peacock, knowing even strangers are as endeared with his daughter as he is.

"Hi, darlin'," he greets you, leaning down for a warm kiss.

"Hi, love," you sigh, letting out a heavy breath.

"Oh no, what's wrong?" He frets.

"Nothing, just tired. She's been up since you left for work this morning," you groan, leaning against his shoulder, "and then she wouldn't eat breakfast so we've both been crabby. I don't even know why she's so happy right now when she was screaming her head off ten minutes ago. Must be the Gguk effect."

Jeongguk hums, holding you close to him, "Wanna go somewhere else then? We can get some real food instead of convenience food."

"Do you have time? I know we're late, you probably have to go back to work soon."

"Nah, who cares," his boss might, actually, but Jeongguk will worry about that later, "gotta take care of both my girls. Here, I'll carry Iseulie, okay? But you gotta hold my hand."

You don't even argue with your husband, just link your hands together and lean against the arm not holding Iseul. She seems content to fist her hands in Jeongguk's hair, her favorite way to make sure she stays anchored in his hold, and doesn't even fight you when you fix her coat.

"C'mon, there's a nice restaurant just down the street," Jeongguk coaxes you and you go easily, content to let your husband lead.

Jeongguk loves moments like these, when you let him take care of you and your little girl, trusting him entirely even in something as simple as getting food. He can see how tired you are, your little girl already a firecracker at just a year old and keeping both of you on your toes. He had been surprised when you had been the one to bring up to him that you be a stay at home mom, at least until she was much older. You had given up a very lucrative career to do what you thought was best for your family; Jeongguk thinks he understands a little bit about sacrifice, especially for those you love most.

Iseul laughs and claps her hands when Jeongguk stops you to kiss you boldly in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring all disgruntled passerbyers.

"I love you," he whispers, tucking some hair that had escaped from your hat.

"I love you too," you smile sweetly, squeezing his hand, "Now let's go, I'm starving."

(At the abandoned table, Yoojung is hiding her face in embarrassment. She didn't know he was married! She's ashamed to say she didn't even check his finger for a ring. But honestly, how could she not have known a man as hot as him had already met the love of his life?)

#jeon jungkook #jungkook drabble #christmas fluff!! #dude said i wont even entertain the THOUGHT of another woman let me kiss my wife and daughter #mfer is whipped <3 #short and sweet because i love the thought of jk getting hit on and him being oblivious because he couldnt care less #dont think i really hit that too well but still it was fun to write lol

[batgurl1989]

A Hike To Remember

Summary: You are hiking when you come across Henry and Kal

Word Count: 1700

Warning: fluff

A/N: this was a suggestion from @henrynerdfan about a hiker meeting Kal and Henry while on the trails in the Pacific Northwest. If you want to be added to my taglist, let me know

Taglist: @rmtndew @princesssterek @cynic-spirit

My breath fogged out in front of me as I walked the trails, trying to keep a brisk pace. It was a crisp fall morning, and the trails were empty for now, so I was enjoying the sound of the early rising birds as I made my way down the dirt path. The leaves were changing colours, painting a beautiful picture of nature around me. I had been on the trail for maybe an hour, and still hadn't seen another human. Animals, however, were abundant as long as I didn't make too much noise.

I was just reaching the crest of another hill when I saw a black and white blur to my side. I looked, trying to figure out what animal would be black and white in the Pacific Northwest. But the blur was gone. Maybe I was imagining things.

Or maybe I wasn't.

When I crested the hill, I could see further down the path where a man was bent over, patting a black and white dog. The dog looked at me, and I felt like I should recognize him. It wasn't until the man turned in my direction to see what had caught his dog's interest that it clicked into place.

"Kal?" I scrunched up my nose in disbelief. That meant that Henry Cavill was hiking the same trails as you. In Washington. When he was supposed to be in the UK for some down time.

Henry's laugh reached my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes snapped to his, going wide as I realized that I had acknowledged his dog before him. I'm sure I looked like a fish as I wracked my brain for an apology that seemed suitable.

"I'm a dog person." I ended up blurting out instead, instantly turning red as I realized I had practically shouted that.

"It's okay. It happens more often than you think." Henry was still chuckling as he walked back up the path toward me. Kal followed happily beside him.

"Do you mind if I pet him? If he will let me, of course." I couldn't help my eyes drifting to the fluffy dog. He was wagging his tail and it looked like he was smiling.

"I'm sure he would love a good ear scratch." Henry nodded, a huge smile plastered on his face.

I squatted down, and waited to see if Kal would come over to me. I didn't want to encroach on his space if he didn't want me there. My heart sang when the American Akita came trotting over, wagging his tail happily. He snuffled my hand that I offered him to sniff and then threw his weight into me for snuggles.

I would have fallen over had Henry not been there to grab my hand as I flailed it out for balance. Even through his glove, I could feel how warm his hand was. I looked up at him to say thank you, but Kal chose that moment to stuff his face in mine.

"Kal, come on. You are being invasive." Henry good-naturedly chastised his dog, trying to shove Kal off of me to give me space to get my balance.

What happened instead was that Kal pushed into me again, and toppled both Henry and I over. Kal lounged across us, nuzzling Henry for treats I assumed.

If you had told me when I started out on my hike that I would end up in a pile with Henry Cavill and Kal, I would have laughed at the fantasy you were trying to feed me. I was mortified as I tried to disentangle myself from Henry. His laughter was a balm on my soul and blushing, however, making me feel a little better.

Henry finally managed to shove Kal off of us, and helped me sit up. I brushed dirt off my arms, suddenly self-conscious. I froze in place when Henry reached over to brush my hair out of my face. His hand paused as he went to tuck the hair on the other side of my face behind my ear. A light blush dusted his cheeks, and he dropped his hand.

"Sorry about that. Here I am getting after Kal for being in your space, and then I go and do it." Henry cleared his throat. Once he was standing, he offered me his hand and helped me up when I took it.

"It's okay. It's not exactly like Kal gave us a choice about being in each other's bubbles." I dusted my pants off, trying to sound casual, but inside my stomach was filled with butterflies and my heart was beating hard against my ribs.

Images of him being flocked by fans had me stepping back, respecting his and Kal's space once again. I hadn't been expecting to come across another person out here, and I certainly didn't think it would Henry. Scooping up my backpack from where it fell during the ordeal, I adjusted the straps.

"I'm sorry I interrupted your hike. I'm sure you wanted to be alone when you came out here." I tucked my hair behind my ears, catching Henry in the acting of watching my every move. "I can go down a different path."

I took another step back, but bumped into Kal. The Akita had decided it was a good idea to stand behind me, blocking my escape route. Henry stepped forward to steady me, once again coming to my rescue.

"I swear, I am not normally this clumsy." You laughed, unable to keep calm now that his hand was gripping yours again.

"Kal has a tendency to get in the way when he wants attention." Henry assured you, letting go of your hand slowly. "And Kal seems to be really taken with you, so why don't you join us for the rest of the hike?"

The request blindsided me. Never in a million years would I have expected him to suggest that. He didn't even know my name, and he wanted me to join him on his walk. Was I off base in thinking that Kal's approval meant a great deal to Henry?

I realized as these thoughts ran through my head that I still hadn't answered him. When I met his eyes, his intensely blue eyes, I found myself floundering again for what to say.

"Y/N. That's my name." I blurted out, once again mortified that I was acting so off from my normal self. Taking a deep breath in a weak attempt to calm myself, I scratched Kal's ears absentmindedly. "And if Kal really wants me to join you two, then I guess I can't say no."

"You just made his day." Henry said with a twinkle in his eye.

We walked along the path, no longer trying to keep a certain pace. Kal romped around us, bringing sticks for us to throw, or pulling on Henry's arm to get him to examine a tree that had some squirrels chattering in the branches. We talked about nothing in particular, just enjoyed each other's company. I did find out that he was in Washington on vacation. A little trip to get away is how he described it.

When we got back to the parking lot, there were lots of cars, and people milling about. Henry had clipped Kal's leash on before we reached it, and they walked me to my car. I was glad I parked under the shade of a tree. Now that the sun had risen, it was getting quite warm.

"Look, I am in town for a few more days." Henry leaned on my car, watching as I settled my bag in the trunk. He opened the drivers side door for me, ever the gentleman. He reached for my hand when I made to get in the car, getting my full attention. He had taken his gloves off, and I could feel the callouses on his warm hand as it engulfed mine. "I want to see you again."

"Are you sure you don't mean Kal wants to see me again?" I teased as Kal gave out a little whine. I patted his head, but didn't take my eyes off Henry. I couldn't decide what I was seeing, but it made my stomach do flips. "But if that's the case, I would love to see you both again."

I reached into the car for a gum wrapper and a pen. I quickly but neatly wrote out my cell number, but paused before handing it over. There was something very surreal about giving a celebrity your phone number because they wanted it. Smiling, I handed it to Henry, who looked at, a line showing up between his eyebrows as he concentrated on the digits, as though he was committing them to memory in case her lost the gum wrapper.

I squatted down, petting Kal vigorously as I said goodbye to him. The Akita lapped up the attention, shoving himself into me again. Luckily this time I was ready, and leaned against the car door.

"I guess I will be seeing you then." I stood up to face Henry again. He smiled down at me, not hesitating this time as he tucked my hair behind my ear.

"You definitely will." Henry's voice was barely more than whisper as his eyes searched you face.

There was a brief moment--an insane moment--when I thought he would kiss me. But I snapped out of that fantasy, and cleared my throat. That seemed to snap him out his thoughts too, and he straightened. We quickly said goodbyes and I got in my car.

As I was leaving the parking lot, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I hit play on the steering wheel, expecting a text from my sister or mom asking where I was. I normally didn't hike that long, and cell service on the trails was spotty. I was pleasantly surprised when the automated voice of my car started reading the text.

"I hope this is your real number. It was so nice meeting you today, Y/N. And I can't wait to see you again, and possibly take you out on a real date. -HC"

#henry x reader #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x female reader