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inlovewithpandora · 15 days

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ꕥ — Found Someone Better / The End Of An Era

Artists — Jake x Neytiri x fem!avatar!reader

Genre — Chapter One

Lyrics — The beautiful relationship you use to have with your mates in the beginning has become loveless. Their horrible treatment toward you drove you into making the hardest decision of your life: running away.

Music Advisory — Pre-Atwow, Angst, hurt w/o comfort, sprinkles of fluff (with Lo’ak), ooc Jake, ooc Neytiri, dying marriage (that ends in implied divorce/breakup) implied/light scenes of domestic violence, implied emotional/physical abuse, mentions of manhandling, controlling!Jake, mean!Jake, mean!Neytiri, implied neglect, Kids are aged-down: Tuk - 1 / Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider - 7 /Neteyam - 8

Some of the topics above are considered triggering to some. If you don’t agree with any of the content above or it makes you uncomfortable please dni! You’re responsible for your own consumption!

Duration — 4.3k

Index — ‘itan - son / yawntutsyìp - darling / mawey - calm

Words From Artist — The first chapter of the series is finally here! I’m so excited to start this series because this idea has been brewing for a while! This story will take you on an emotional roller coaster so grab some tissues, get ready to be upset at certain situations, smile at the happy moments, and smirk during the spicy scenes! I hope y’all enjoy and always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! With that being said let the story begin!!

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As you sit in front of the cooking fire, stirring the pot of food you’re serving for lunch, you look up and see Neytiri sitting on Jake’s lap as they work on weaving a blanket together. Their laughs echo through the room and you can see them stealing kisses from each other every few minutes which makes you roll your eyes in annoyance. You haven’t always felt this way about your mates, your heart wasn't always filled with hate from how affectionate they are towards each other, but over the years this is what your relationship has gradually become: them being in their own world while you sit on the sidelines feeling alone.

In the beginning of your relationship, you felt love from them, probably Neytiri more than Jake, but nonetheless it was present. When you made the decision to become their mate, you left the comfort of the lab and fully emerged yourself into the Na’vi lifestyle and that included the soul transfer to permanently become one with your Avatar body. You loved being a scientist, but you loved being with your spouses more, so you put that aspect of your life on hold to explore a deeper relationship with them.

You knew they had an established relationship prior to you coming into the picture, and you were fine with that because they were always loving and kind towards you, but now they’re too consumed with each other to show you any sort of affection. When you first started noticing Jake and Neytiri not wanting to wanting to intimate with you, you assumed it was because they were stressed or tired from their duties as Olo’eyktan and Tsakarem, plus having to take care of four entergetic children. However, one day while you were walking in the forest, collecting fruits to prepare as a side dish for lunch, you witnessed Jake and Neytiri having sex in a clearing of grass, his hands gripped tightly around her waist as he thrusted into her from behind as moans of pleasure spilled from Neytiri’s lips.

Watching your mates indulge in acts of sexual pleasure without you made you feel a tinge of pain that was indescribable. Knowing that your partners, the people who were supposed to love you the most, no longer saw you as sexually appetizing and felt the need to sneak around made your stomach turn into knots. Deep down you always felt like you should say something, tell them that you caught them during their private rendezvous, but you decided to keep quiet because you didn’t want a conflict to arise and make your living situation worse than it currently is.

No matter how hard you thought about it and replayed all the memories in your head about different stages of your relationship, you could never figure out when or why their love for you faded. Sometimes you would think about separating from them and moving on with your life, but you tolerated their behavior because of your children, not wanting them to grow up in a broken home.

While grinding a few herbs to season your food with, you hear the sound of small feet running in the marui, making a small creep on your face, already knowing who it could be. “Mama!” Lo’ak shouts in excitement while he runs up to you and wraps his arms around your neck, happy to see you after a long day.

“Hi, baby, how was your day?” You ask as you plant a kiss on his cheek, wanting to hear everything about his day so far. Lo’ak was your biological son, you gave birth to him a year after Neytiri had Neteyam. Lo’ak is your pride and joy, when you gave birth to him you felt like he was your physical heart on display. Knowing that this little boy came from your womb made you want to be the best mother to him, so that’s what you’ve done ever since he took his first breath.

When Lo’ak opens his mouth, ready to give you a spiel about his day, Jake’s voice begins to bounce off the walls of the marui, already deciding to start a sense of chaos. “Lo’ak! Stop talking and go do your chores around the house!”

“But I was-”

“Now, boy! Don’t talk back to me!” Lo’ak’s ear flattens against his head and the light of excitement in his eyes dims. When he was on the way home, he was compiling so many stories together in his head, so many things happened and he couldn’t wait to tell you every second of it, so when his father denies him the chance, it makes him deeply upset.

You don’t like seeing Lo’ak like this, a downcast expression and sad eyes, so you decide to pull him closer to you so you could tell him something that you know for sure would lift his spirits. “Don’t be sad, ‘itan. When you finish, me and you will go out and I’ll take you to your favorite pond to play in.” You could tell he’s back in his happy boyish mood when his frown turns into a smile and his head pops up from him staring at the ground. “Okay!” He replies in the quietest tone possible before running off to his chores so you both can go on your adventure.

When you watch him disappear to another part of the marui, Kiri and Neteyam greet you with a hug and a few kisses, telling you how much they missed you and how they were ready to come home. Once they finish talking to you they start playing in the center of the room which makes your eyebrow raise in a confused manner, wondering why their father hasn’t sent them to complete their current duties around the house like their younger brother. “Jake, why aren’t they doing anything?”

“‘Cause they don’t need to, they’re fine.” His harsh tone doesn’t phase you, he’s used it one too many times before, so you're used to it by now. Jake has always treated Lo’ak differently than the rest of the children, no matter how much Lo’ak tried to get his father to interact with him, he would always decline. He showed his other children more love and affection, taking them out to play and carving them wooden toys, but for Lo’ak, he didn’t do any of those things and sometimes not even your other mate. It never made sense to you why he or Neytiri treat Lo’ak that way, he’s such a sweet and innocent boy and he doesn’t deserve that type of treatment. Since they’re emotionally negligent, you always make it your mission to pour love and affection into Lo’ak’s life to fill in the areas they lack.

Instead of telling Jake how you feel about his way of handling things, you just sit back and bite your tongue, not wanting to start an argument with the kids in the room. All you could do is shake your head at his cold demeanor and how Neytiri is just sitting there like what just happened is okay. When Jake turns his attention from you and looks back toward Neytiri, you can see his facial expression soften; he looks more calm with Neytiri, he acts as if she’s his only mate, the only love of his life and that’s what makes you want to scream and cry at the same time. Just seeing them interact with each other makes you wonder how the hell your once loving relationship turned into this.

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Jake and Neytiri took the older kids into the village so they could go to their young warrior training to learn and practice the basics about Na’vi life. Therefore, you’re currently home taking care of Tuk, watching her walk around the marui while babbling in her baby language that only she can understand. The sun starts to set and you see Tuk starting to get sleepy, little yawns coming from her mouth as her tiny hands rub her eyes. “Is my little one tired?” You ask as you scoop her up off the floor and cradle her in your arms. She responds to your question with a cute nod, looking up at you with her big golden eyes making your heart melt. You lay her gently down in her wooden crib before pulling her woven blanket over her and kissing her goodnight.

When you close the privacy curtain to the makeshift doorway, you see your family walking inside. Your eyes focus on how Jake has his hand wrapped around the back of Lo’ak’s neck, making you wonder what’s going on between them. When Jake roughly lets go of him, Lo’ak runs to you with tears in his eyes, making your protective instincts arise. “What’s wrong, ‘itan?” You bend down to his eyes level, wanting to figure out what was the cause of his tears. When you see a few drops of clear liquid trickle down his face, you take your thumb and wipe under his eyes. “Talk to me, yawntutsyìp. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Me and Ne-Neteyam were taking turns shooting the bow he made and when it was m-my turn, I broke it. It was an accident, but dad got mad and yelled at me.” As he tells you what happened, he sniffles in between every few words, his chest rises from trying to stifle his tears, and by looking at how his tail is tightly curled behind his body, you could tell what happened between him and his father frightened him.

You immediately pull him into your embrace, wrapping your arms around his body so you could soothe him, wanting to make him feel safe and comfortable. “Mawey, it’s okay, Lo’ak. I know you didn’t mean to break it and your father does too, he just… gets angry sometimes.” You rub his back, letting his head rest on your shoulder so he could relax. While continuing to calm Lo’ak down, you see Jake sitting at the wooden table working on something that’s related to his duties. Clearly he could see how upset Lo’ak was and he just sat there as if nothing was happening.

Watching Lo’ak come to you with tears in his eyes and viewing Jake treat Lo’ak roughly made an anger that’s been building up for years beg to be released. You’ve been wanting to give Jake a piece of your mind for a long time and tonight you’re finally pissed enough to make your feelings known. “Go in your room and wait for me. I’ll come in a little bit okay?” Lo’ak nods his head in response and before he turns to walk away, you kiss his forehead and let him know that you love him.

Seeing you send Lo’ak to bed made Neytiri follow suit, deciding to walk Neteyam and Kiri into their sleeping area, giving you the perfect opportunity to talk to your so called husband. “Jake, I need to talk to you.”

The man wasn’t in any mood to converse, especially when he’s in the middle of creating new trade strategies, so when he hears your statement he grumbles under his breath before deciding to respond, barely giving you a sliver of his attention. “What?”

“I’ve tried to stick this marriage out for as long as I can, but I can’t do it anymore. I want out of this, Jake.”

When the sentence falls into the air, Jake’s face scrunches up and his eyebrows raise. He doesn’t like a thing you just said, so when it finally registers in his mind, he abruptly stops what he was doing and walks over to you. “Leave? You’re not leaving this marriage, we are mated for life!” He growls, towering over your frame that was smaller compared to his. He wasn’t going to let you leave because if you left, the clan would look at him as insufficient, not being good enough to keep his mate and he wasn’t going to let you ruin his reputation.

“Why not? You and Neytiri don’t even show me any attention anymore, you both act as if I mean nothing! You do everything together and nothing with me and I’m not going to stay in a dead marriage!” You shout at him, causing Neytiri to come out and see what was going on. “And I don’t appreciate how you treat Lo’ak, I’m not going to keep letting you be mean and rude towards our child!”

“Mean?” He scoffs as if you offended him by your remark, his tail begins to thrash behind him as he bares his teeth. “You’re lucky I even got you pregnant! If I wasn’t drunk that night you wouldn’t even have him!” At this particular time in your marriage Jake had recently started falling out of love with you, the only way he could stomach having sex with you —when it was happening— was drinking a few cups of fermented fruit beforehand and on the night of conception there was a clan celebration so he indulged in hefty amounts of alcohol. “I didn’t even want a child with you, I just fucked up one night.” Jake doesn’t have any empathy for how his actions affected you, past or present. His face holds zero emotion and in his twisted mind, he doesn’t see anything wrong with his actions.

When his confession resonates, it finally clicks. The reason he treats Lo’ak like shit is because he didn’t even want him. Knowing that the man you loved didn’t want to create a child with you like you always thought he did makes your chest tighten with feelings of anger. Not only does that piss you off, but the fact that he happily gave Neytiri two children makes your head spin. “You bastard, I can’t fuckin’ believe you!” The volume of your voice raises as you place your hand on Jake’s chest, shoving him to try and release some of the raging aggression that was coursing through your body.

Before you can speak another word or angrily put your hands on Jake again, Neytiri stands in front of you, putting space between you and Jake. “Don’t touch him!” She hisses, now placing her hands on your chest, giving you a subtle threat. You’re taken aback at Neytiri being fierce toward you, not understanding why she’s upset with you and not with Jake. By her not reacting, it only means one thing: she knew about what he had done.

“Did you know Jake felt that way? Were both of you in fuckin’ cahoots or something?!” You hiss back at her and show your fangs, giving her the same energy she’s emitting. You can’t believe she would do something like this, you could see Jake doing something like this, but Neytiri being a co-conspirator makes everything hurt ten times worse.

While you’re spewing insults at Neytiri, Jake’s blood starts boiling. He has already been fed up with you, but now since you are going at Neytiri, he decides that he’s finally sick of you and your ‘dramatics’ as he calls them. He places himself in front of you and grabs your chin, pressing his fingers into your skin, tilting your head upward so you could look him in the eye. “I’m gonna say this one time and it’ll be my last. You are not leaving this marriage, you will stay in this house, and take care of your son.” His callous fingers are digging into your skin, making your skin crawl with fear, worried about what he might do next.

“And don’t you ever talk back to me, I’m your Olo’eyktan and you will show me some damn respect!” He speaks through gritted teeth, and his eyes fill with a mix of disgust and aggression. The more he talks, the more he squeezes your face, making your lips pucker out. “You got that?” You nod your head as much as you could, not wanting to be defiant because you’re scared he might hit you like he’s done in the past. When Jake lets his anger get the best of him or he comes home from drinking with the warriors, he would take his frustrations out on you, always leaving you with a bruise or two and sometimes worse depending on his mood.

When he’s satisfied with your response he roughly releases you, pushing you against the wall of the marui. He doesn’t say another word, he just walks to another part of the marui with Neytiri trailing behind him. When they walk out of your line of sight, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, followed by silent sobs. You don’t know how you got into this situation, trapped in a loveless relationship and feeling confined in the walls of your own home, but you were going to get yourself out of it by any means necessary.

As your warm tears continue to flow, creating liquid stains on your bra top, you hear the sound of a privacy curtain open. “Mama, Are you okay?” When Lo’ak’s voice rings through your ears, you hurriedly wipe your tears and force a happy expression on your face, not wanting him to see you in a saddened and distraught state.

You look up and see him peeking his head out the makeshift doorway which makes you chuckle at how cute he looks. “Yes, I’m fine, ‘itan. Come here.” You beckon and he comes walking toward you and sits on your lap. “How about I let you stay up a little longer tonight and I take you to play in the pond like I promised?” You ask while lightly poking his stomach, making Lo’ak erupt with giggles.

“Yayyy!” He stands up excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling your arm so you can stand up. You stand up and you begin to walk with him to the nearby pond that’s a few feet away from the marui. Once you get close enough, Lo’ak unravels his hand from yours and runs into the pond at full speed, splashing around in the water as his eyes filled with amazement as the bioluminescent fish swim around his feet. Seeing the smile etched on his face helps you make one of the toughest decisions you’ve ever made. You know it will be difficult, but it needs to be done, before matters escalate into something you can’t control.

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After that night with Jake, you started being more submissive than usual, doing anything and everything Neytiri and Jake ask while you waited for the argument to blow over. It took lots of self control and restraint to bite your tongue and not say anything to them but you kept your eyes on the prize.

It’s now a few weeks later and they’ve completely forgotten about the whole argument, which means it’s the perfect time for you to take Lo’ak and leave the forest. You’re sitting in the center of the marui, finishing up a newly woven blanket for Tuk while allowing the paste to dry on the handcrafted necklaces you made for Neteyam, Kiri, and Spider. When you finish the last stitch you hold up the blanket, admiring how nice the pattern came out. While looking at the blanket your eyes wander to the child sized jewelry on the floor next to you, making a saddened sigh leave your lips at the thought of these physical items will be how each of them will remember you. These pieces you made are special, the last gift the four of them will receive from you before you leave. You want to say goodbye to them in person, but you know that if you see their sad faces and tear filled eyes, you won’t be able to leave. All of them see you as their mother and you treat them as if they’re your biological children because that’s how much they mean to you.

You gather the gifts and place them on the wooden table along with two letters, one for the kids and one for Jake and Neytiri. The letter for the children contains heartfelt messages, telling them how much you love them and how you know that one day Eywa will guide them to wherever you decide to make you and Lo’ak’s new home. The letter to your now ex-mates is the complete opposite. You tell them how you’re tired of being treated like you hold no value, like the scum of the planet. All the built up emotions you felt over the years: invalidated, ignored, forgotten, and every negative emotion they made you feel you poured into your writing, wanting them to know how much pain and suffering they’ve caused you. You ended the letter with telling them that they can now have a happy live together with just the two of them because you’re done with them.

Looking at each object on the table makes everything feel more real, you were finally breaking yourself free from the restraints of Jake and Neytiri. You’re scared you might not be making the right decision, scared that everything wouldn’t be greener on the other side if you leave. You don’t know where Lo’ak and you are going to live yet, but you’re planning on flying in whatever direction the wind takes you.

As you notice the sun hiding behind the horizon you start packing essentials for the journey along with different keepsakes to remind you of your time with the Omatikaya. You pack quickly, wanting to leave before Jake and Neytiri come back home with Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk. “Lo’ come on! We have to go!” You explained to Lo’ak yesterday that you both are going to leave and at first, he was sad, he didn’t want to leave his siblings, grandmother, or Spider, but when you explained that it would be better for you both to leave, he was able to understand in the best way a seven-year old could.

When you hear movement, you assume it’s Lo’ak, so you turn around but your eyes land on Mo’at which makes you nervous. You know she’s already witnessed you packing your things, so you stand up, trying to come up with an excuse, but before you speak, she puts her hand up, stopping you from conjuring up a lie. “I already know.” A few days ago she was given a vision from Eywa that you were leaving and Mo’at was here to settle your mind and tell you where you should make your new home.

“Mo’at, I don’t want to leave but I have to. I can’t handle the mistreatment and suffering anymore and I don’t want that to trickle down to Lo’ak.” As you continue explaining the reason behind your decision Mo’at nods with soft eyes, understanding why you feel compelled to leave. There have been multiple instances where you came to Mo’at’s marui in the middle of the night, riddled with bruises and fresh tears running down your face from a heated argument that turned physical with Jake and Neytiri. She hates that you had to endure their cruel treatment when you’re nothing but a good mate to them, so she is glad that you are finally leaving, even though she would miss you and Lo’ak.

“I understand, ‘ite, I will help you leave if that is what you wish.” Mo’at places her hand on your shoulder, taking in your presence since she knows that this will be the last time she’ll see you for a long time.

“I don’t know where me and Lo’ak should go. I want to leave in a few hours before everyone comes home, but I don’t know where to go. Pandora is so vast and I want to go somewhere that would be far away.”

“I know the perfect place for you to go. The Metkayina are Reef Na’vi and live in the Eastern Seas. If you travel beyond the sea you will find them and they will allow you to seek uturu among them. The journey will be long so I will help you prepare.” Mo’at begins to help you pack as she goes into detail about the people you will meet, what you will see, and most of all what to expect when you and Lo’ak arrive at Awa'atlu.

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After saying your goodbyes to Mo’at, exchanging words and hugs filled with love, you and Lo’ak make your way to the large tree where your ikran resides. “Hello, Hufwe.” You smile softly as you pet the creature, letting it rub its head against your skin. Once your ikran calms itself, you begin to strap your belongings along its back. “We must leave the forest and go far away.” You make Tsaheylu, connecting your queues and letting your ikran feel your emotions, hoping by making the connection, it would feel your sense of urgency about leaving.

Hufwe’s wings began to gain momentum and flap slowly, preparing itself for the journey ahead. You pick Lo’ak up and place him on the ikran’s back before jumping up and sitting behind him. Once you and Lo’ak were in a comfortable position you wrap a blanket around your bodies so you don’t get cold while flying. “Let’s go, Hufwe.” You pat the side of her neck, urging her to spread her wings and fly off into the almost nightly sky. In a blink of an eye you realize that you were soaring high in the clouds, so high that you could see the Hallelujah mountains, the place you used to reside in with your mates.

As you watch the forest grow smaller and smaller you could feel tears begin to blur your vision. You hate to leave the forest, but you know that this move is what you need to keep you and your son safe from the evils of Jake and Neytiri. Knowing that you could start a new life, have a fresh start, and give Lo’ak a better quality of life are the most important things to you right now that it makes uprooting your life worth it. Now things can get better, since you’re free from Jake and Neytiri, and maybe you'll have the chance to find someone better.

Next — Chapter Two

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queen-of-fanfics · 8 days

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I Told You To Stay pt.2 (NSFW)

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt: After chasing you down, Peter catches you in the forest and things get ... spicy

A/N: Hi!! So, I know it's been a year since the first part, but I felt inspired, and I love that you guys enjoyed it! THERE IS A SPICY SCENE AT THE END OF THIS PART! I indicated it in case anyone doesn't want to read some nasty; you can skip it. :) I don't ever do NSFW scenes, but I felt like this needed it.

I am expecting to write a part 3, but I was requested to make something angsty, so the next part will wrap up this little series, but not in a happily ever after. So if you want something sweet and happy, you can stop this little series with this part, but if you want something angsty, you can keep going to part 3 (whenever that comes out) and feel some sad girl summer. But enjoy this and let me know what you think! If y'all hate it, I'm deleting it... jk jk .....

I Told You To Stay Pt. 1

What a compromising situation you found yourself in. Arms pinned above your head, held against a tree staring up into some very angry, yet worrying, eyes, you can’t help but want to laugh at your position. Figures, this is what you get for slipping out the window and running into the woods like hell hounds were nipping at your heels. But in all fairness, your actions were warranted.

How else were you supposed to react when Peter brought you back to his secret cabin after spending a romantic night together and then suddenly, Wendy is at said so-called “secret cabin” calling him ‘baby’ and trying to rub up on him? Regardless of Peter’s denials, it’s hard to believe that truth when she was standing right in front of you.

“I thought I told you to stay,” Peter says in a threateningly calm voice.

“Let me go, Peter.” You tried to keep your voice calm, trying to seem nonchalant. You kept your face passive, but there was a war of emotions inside of you.

You felt hurt. Angry. Embarrassed. Betrayed. And as much as you were trying to suppress it, you felt …. yearning. Even through all this, your heart was still looking for him in the darkness. It skipped and leaped in happiness that he was here. That he came racing after you. That he came looking for you when Wendy was probably waiting for him back at the cabin. The thought of her cause a bite of anger to shoot through you.

“Go back to Wendy, Peter.” You clipped.

“I told you to stay.” His voice was deadly. Deadly to your nerves and deadly to your heart.

Squeezing your eyes shut and blowing out a breath of frustration, trying desperately to get a hold of your temper that you could feel rising. “Go back to your cabin, Peter. Let me go.”

“I told you to stay. All you had to do was stay.” He snarled right back as if you hadn’t said a word and he had the audacity to sound upset with you!

Your eyes shot open and in a burst of adrenaline, you yanked your hands free and shoved against his chest, blurting “Let me go! You lied! I trusted you! I trusted you when everyone else laughed at me and you lied to me!” Shock flashed in his face quickly before he was able to hide it. You have never lost your temper or shown an ounce of venom since you’ve arrived to Neverland.

You pushed at his chest and tried to shove up off the tree to make your escape, but he wasn’t budging. Instead of stepping back to give you the space you desperately wanted, he stepped into you. Your hands pressed against his chest and your back pressed into the tree. Your bodies were flesh against each other now.

“I have never lied to you, Y/N.”

Scoffing in disbelief, your rising temper spoke for you, “You said that you and Wendy weren’t together.”

“Again. I have never lied to you.” He growled.

“Oh really?” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. “It didn’t look that way to me. My mistake. It definitely didn’t look like she was cozy in your place and on your body. Peter, I don’t know what game you’re playing but I don’t want any part of it. It looks like Wendy is already in the picture so I don’t want any part of this!”

“Y/N, would you please just listen to me. I’ll explain everything.”

“I’ve been asking you to explain! I’ve been asking for months and you’ve avoided giving me even an ounce of clarity and now is when you want to explain?! Now that I’ve seen things clearly with my own eyes? I’m supposed to have faith in my feelings towards you but I have to ignore the proof right in front of me? The pair of you are playing mother and father all over this island and I’m supposed to ignore that?!”

“It is not like that.” He snapped, his own frustration growing.

He went to grab your hands again but you batted them away. Pushing and shoving at his chest, you were desperate to get away. Feeling frantic, the anger you’ve been trying to smother was starting to bubble and rise to the surface. But now your feelings were out of control. Laying too close to the surface was your frustration, hurt, confusions and yearning. Somehow in all of this, your heart was still looking for him in the darkness. Feeling pinned and trapped, the frustration was bringing tears to your eyes.

“Just listen, Y/N-”

“Get off me!”

Fed up with your pats and pushes, Peter finally shoved your hands aside and firmly cupped your face. Bringing his forehead down to rest against yours, his fingers cradling the back of your head creating a warm cocoon of just you and him.

“My dear sweet, Y/N. Listen to me. I know asking you to put your trust in me is not a fair ask but I’m going to do it anyway. I have my reasons for keeping Wendy on this island, but I promise you, it’s not romantic. I have … suspicions about her that I need to resolve before I can decide what to do with her. But please just trust in me.” The sweetness of his soft voice and his request soaked into your heart the way watercolor soaks into fine paper. His softness and intimacy drained the fight from you, leaving you with only hurt.

Not wanting to fall for his tricks and continue this loop, you whisper, “Please don’t do this, Peter. These mind games, I-I-I can’t! I’m too tired and too weak to survive you. Please-”

But before you could tell him off, he interrupts, “I know it’ll sound like an easy excuse or some made up lie but I’m telling the truth. I’m going to need your trust because it’ll sound like I’m paranoid, but I promise, this isn’t some easy way out excuse…. just something isn’t right with her. And things haven’t been right since she’s gotten here. I can feel a change in Neverland, but I can’t figure out what she’s done. I’ve caught her rifling through my things and trying to follow me. I’ve been letting her and acting as though I haven’t noticed, but only so that I can figure out what she is trying to do. But that’s how she found my cabin before. I didn’t take her there and I didn’t tell her about it, but she knows about it because she followed me one night. I’m telling you the truth. Just let me figure out what is going on and I’ll get rid of her.” His voice was earnest, like he was being honest but there was a whisper of doubt in the back of your mind.

Maybe he was being truthful? But I haven’t noticed any changes in the island. But I guess I arrived around the same time Wendy did and didn’t know what it was like before. But he could also be lying just to keep me placated.

Sensing your doubts, Peter tilts your head up and plants his lips on yours. One of his hands slide to the back of your nape to hold you steady for his onslaught of your mouth. His mouth was soft and warm. Sweet and demanding. Fervent but nervous. A man yet still a boy.

Tears finally slip down your face as you went the unwanted relief that washed over you. How could you want this man so much, a man you weren’t even sure if you could trust, but needed desperately. A man that made you weak with want but afraid of the fall. Against your lips, he whispers, “Please, Y/N, please,” but his kisses never stop and your heart tugs with every quiver you could feel from his lips. What was he asking for? What else could he want from you? But whatever it was … you knew you would give it to him.

“Trust in me. I’m begging you, just trust in me. Let me show you. Come back to the cabin, I sent her away, you’ll see, she’s not there anymore.”

“It’s not just the cabin, Peter. It’s everything. She’s everywhere. I see you guys-”

“But have you ever seen me affectionate with her? Never. It’s never been like that. She might be donned the title of Lost Mother or whatever, but that doesn’t have any association to me. It’s all for the boys.”

“Peter-” He cut in before you could argue.

“Please. Just trust in me. Just enough so that I can prove it to you. Then decide for yourself, but for right now, just trust in me enough. Come back with me tonight. Don’t leave me.” And that was it. That was when your resolve broke and there was nothing you could do but pay heed to his request. With your heart in your throat, throwing caution to the wind, you return his kiss tenfold; letting your actions answer for you.

~~~ it’s nasty time, ladies and gentlemen ~~~~

Your hands cup his jaw and you push up on your toes, slanting your head to deepen the kiss. You open your mouth in invitation and he accepts instantly. His tongues rushes in to meet and dance with yours; a happy reunion. His groan of relief vibrates through your body and your core tightens in excitement. Squeezing your thighs together to find any sort of relief and you run your hands down his chest to grip the fabric of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

Suddenly, Peter reaches down and hooks his arms behind your thighs before hoisting you up, your back against the tree and your legs wrapped around his hip, only his body keeping you suspended. The dress that you were wearing rides up high on your thigh and the cold air swirls against your burning skin cause goose bumps were pebble in their wake. Peter uses his hips to keep you pin against the tree but that meant that your could feel his hard member resting against your sex.

Peter shoves his face into the crook of your neck and suckles and nibbles all along any exposed skin. His hands were gripping and kneading your ass as he was supporting your weight. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, Peter rocks his hips into yours pulling a gasp from you and a groan from him at the sudden delicious friction. “What have you done to me, Y/N? I can feel your grip on your mind and I can do nothing to stop you. You’ve bewitched me. All I could ever need is you, like this.” His whispered breath skates across your skin, burning your ears and curling your toes.

Giving him easier access to your skin, your eyes close and your head rolls to the side. Unbeknwnsts to you, this movement causes the strap of your dress to slip off your shoulders, the top of your dress falling slightly, giving Peter a perfect view of the tops of your breast. You felt one of his hands tease up your legs and in between your flushed bodies. He pulls your panties to the side and your feel his fingers delve into your folds. You let out a small whimper as he hits his mark, using your wetness, he swirls his expert fingers around your clit with ease. “Peter, please.” His name fell from your lips like a prayer, causing his to chuckle and you yelp in surprise as he plants a firm bite on your neck, causing threads of pleasure down your spine. Your breast felt heavy and achy with need, every pant from you causing your nipples to rub against his chest. Your hips are now rolling on their own accord, moving in time with his torturing fingers.

“You keep begging sweetly like that and I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you right here. I’m barely holding onto my reserve right now, Y/N. I want nothing more than to throw you down and have my fill of you. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll tell me to stop right now.”

Sighing dreamily, you tease, “Weren’t you the one who started this, hmm?” His movements slowed to a stop, and he simply held you for a long moment. Your heart felt like it was floating and soaring through the cloud, butterflies in your stomach as his breath fanned against your breast. “Yeah well … I’ve never been the reasonable one, have I?” You felt his smirk against your neck before it disappeared in his seriousness, “If you want me to stop, Y/N, you have to let me know now.”

“You’ll stop if I ask?” Your whisper was barely heard as it floated through the silent night.

He was silent for a moment before he responded, “I would. It would kill me but I would. I would do anything you asked of me, Y/N. I would steal the moon for you if you asked it of me. Please … just stay with me.”

Wrapping your arms around his head and shoulders, you envelop the precious bundle that was clingy to you like you were his life source. How could you deny him? Tilting your head towards him so that you lips ghosted over his ear, you whisper, “I need you, Peter. Are you going to make me beg?”

You let out a started gasp as he shot to life. Your hands falling away from him and bracing behind you against the tree as one of his hands shot down to undo his pants while the other ripped the top of your dress down the middle, leaving the two sides falling open and revealing your body to him. Your dress hung loosely, like a belt wrapped around your waist now, your breasts exposed to the cool air causing your nipples to pebble. Suddenly his naked cock was dragging between your wet lips as he rocked against you, coating it with your arousal. Peter pushed to have his body flush against yours again and his face back in your neck, one hand went back to your ass while the other grabbed and squeezed at your breast.

“Y/N. I need you. Hard and fast. I can’t think straight and having you like this is pushing me towards the brink of insanity. I can’t control myself right now.”

“Don’t hold back, Peter. I need you, just as you are.”

A pleasured cry and a “oh my god” was ripped from you when Peter lifted you and slid you the whole way down, taking his whole cock inside you until you were sitting flush against his thigh. “Oh, fuck, Y/N. My dreams are nothing compared to this.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he used you to milk his cock; using you to ride him. His arm flexing to lift you and his hips slamming up to meet you. His pace was brutal. His strength had you slamming down with a force that made your muscles squeeze and pulse with every thrust. Your cries were loud and obscene but his growls and grunt were feral; only causing you to react more frantically. Your hips your rolling to meet his thrusts and the strong kneading on your achy breasts and bites along your neck was almost too much to bare. In and out. In and out. Every slide and every slam sending pleasure to the tops of your head to the tips of your toes.

Then suddenly, his hand was there again, right on your clit with enough pressure that cause nearly painful pleasure. He continued to buck into you like a wild animal, your muscles clenched like a vice in satisfaction. He swirled and flicked with such precision as though he knew exactly what you felt and knew what you needed. Your head was swimming with arosual, your toes curling and your back arching against the rough texture on your back, cause little delicious scratches to scrape there. “Peter, I’m right there. Cum with me. I need you.”

He slammed his lips into yours, drinking in all your cries, and his efforts doubled, then all at once, he stilled and groaned into your mouth, and he shook and emptied into you. Sweaty and panting, you both held each other, desperate to catch your breaths. After a few calm and blissful minutes, Peter softly kisses your jaw and whispers, “Come back with me, Y/N. Stay with me.”

With your eyes closed, your head rolled back, and your smile pointing up towards the dark sky, you whisper, “Ok, Peter. Take me home.”

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I Told You To Stay Pt. 1

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bookaddict24-7 · 4 months

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

EVERY WEEK I WILL POST VARIOUS REVIEWS I’VE WRITTEN SO FAR IN 2024. YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY GOODREADS FOR MORE UP-TO-DATE REVIEWS HERE.

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16. Shock Marriage for the Powerful Spaniard by Cathy Williams: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was addicted to this cheeseball of a book. I'm trying to read through my large (and thrifted) Harlequin book collection, and this was the first one of the year. I'm happy it was because even though it had the typical cheesiness, stilted dialogue, thesaurus raiding, and the confusing use of an Italian term of endearment spoken by a supposed Spanish man, it wasn't a slow book in the least. It was quick, addicting, and had a couple of spicy scenes.

I do have to side-eye the cover creator because the FMC was supposed to have a "latte" coloured complexion (which I hated, but also made her not white. Love that whitewashing of a cover.

Read this for entertainment purposes, not for much else. Although, I AM a sucker for this trope.

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17. We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I am grateful to the person who put this book on my radar (thank you m/m reddit group). This book was beautiful and full of admittedly high stressful moments, made a little bit worse by my anxiety that this was going to end like so many books that were written during the decades that this book is set in. Actually, I love that one of the MCs comments on this because it's always been one of my pet peeves when it comes to classic Queer books.

I loved the dynamics between these two characters and how they worked off each other. They were amazing together and even though they weren't perfect, I loved their vulnerability and related to their anxiety (I have a bad habit of empathizing too much with characters when I'm reading from their perspectives). Their love felt like such a naturally progressive thing and whenever they described how they saw each other, my heart did a little dance for them. Although the story spans just a bit over a year (maybe more?) it felt like these two were friends for years.

I also adored the side characters and the found family they offered to the characters. During a time where trust was a gift, these two were gifted with the very best. If they were real people, I only wish that they got to live the best rest of their lives together possible.

In a way, I wanted to cry at the end of this book. The journey, their love, their growth, and the fact that this was reflective of how so many Queer people might have lived during those decades (and some still live this way). It's so heartbreaking knowing people can't just...exist and love who they want. It's mind-blowing.

Anyway, this was sweet, angsty, sexy, and touching. I loved it so much.

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18. Lotus by Jennifer Hartmann: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Mega-TWs for this book--the author includes them at the beginning of the book. Including CSA.

Jennifer Hartmann has quickly become one of my favourite authors. This is only my second book by her, but it was so exceptional that now I MUST have every single one of her books. STILL BEATING had me in such a chokehold that I didn't think it was possible to have the same addicted experience to another book by her, but I was WRONG.

LOTUS was a dark, romantic, and trauma laced read. Everyone had their own past trauma to confront and I think that's a realistic take because most of us have something we're struggling with in our adult lives. The way Hartmann tackles trauma and somehow still finds the beauty in the dark and in what scares us is truly masterful. She offers possibilities to people who have lost hope of any sort of future. It was tear-inducing, but also such an experience.

The MMC was so well-written and I love that Hartmann was consistent in his persona throughout the whole book. He was so endearing and I just wanted to protect him from the world. Side note: every time I thought of him, I saw the actor who plays Reacher in the show of the same name. Iykyk. The way he cared for the FMC was so pure and like she mentions early in the book, he hasn't been tainted or jaded by humanity. He was a beautiful human being.

The FMC was the epitome of "smile and fake it till you make it". She was quirky and fun, but also carried some heavy reminders of how fragile life is. Though I got frustrated with her a few times, I also completely understood why she was the way she was.

The way everything came together at the end had me yelling "I KNEW IT!", because apparently I'm a book detective, was amazing. Even though the twist is heartbreaking and had me crying a bit, it was so powerful and had everything come together so perfectly.

Hartmann gave every character introduced a life and a heart--and she made them all vulnerable and showed how strong those characters were for their imperfections.

I loved, loved, loved this book.

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19. Eragon by Christopher Paolini: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read January 2024

I read this about 16 years ago, so it felt like I was reading it for the first time. I listened to the audiobook, which I love to do when I'm re-reading, and let me just prepare you: the voice actor is no bueno at magical voices LOL.

Anyway, the story itself was fun and I like to think it stood the test of time. It was fun, full of adventure, and being older, I can tell this story was written by a younger author. This is in no way a bad thing--in fact, I think it made it more believable for me that this MC is only 15-16. The writing felt more like the author was going on his own adventure and he really loved reading fantasy books. It was just pure fun. Although at times, I seriously was impressed with his mastery over the English language with his writing.

Overall, this was a fun re-experience. Some points were a little on the slower side, but I can also see that this is building that foundation for an epic series. Will definitely be re-reading the sequel!

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20. Murder in the Family by Cara Hunter: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was worried about the hype surrounding this book because hype and I aren't always the best of friends. But listen, I started the audiobook one night and finished the book the following day. THIS WAS SO ADDICTING and brilliant.

I highly recommend doing the audiobook--it's a full cast and minus the music (there wasn't any), this felt like a podcast and I adore those kinds of stories.

I'm impressed with how Hunter was able to create such strong personalities with other an initial description of what each specialist does for a living and their dialogue (especially since the story is told in the style of a script and other multimedia add ons, like photos and maps and clues.) But I think hearing the voice actors give life to these characters also helped a lot.

The twists had my eyebrows rising and my smile of surprise growing after every episode. And when all was revealed, that last punch of a surprise had me wishing I could yell at someone about it. Fantastic.

Normally, thrillers and I are very hit or miss--this was 100% a hit with me. So much freaking fun.

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21. Set the Record Straight by Hannah Bonam-Young: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

One of my favourite things in romance novels is something that I know a lot of people don't like: little to no conflict. Maybe it's because it's a novella, but this one was such a breath of fresh air. Communication? No misunderstandings? Respect for your partner? No bullshitting around the truth? Sign me right up.

My biggest regret is reading this in January rather than during the holidays!

I loved the two MCs' friendship and how it was the perfect foundation for their relationship. That being said, I did think it all happened super quick and while I know this is because this is a novella, but I wouldn't have minded if this was a bit of a longer book--just so we could dive a bit more into their past and their relationships with the people around them.

This was also SPICY. I listened to the audiobook and the I would pause what I was doing just to stand there and listen with hot cheeks. This was hot HOT. If you like that in romance novels, yeah, this is for you. It was super caliente and I was very here for it.

I highly recommend, not just for the spice, but because this relationship is so pure and it was just a bite of happiness between two friends who should have been more all along but finally found their way to each other. Also, there may be some relatable moments in here and I just--yeah.

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22. The Measure by Nikki Erlick: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I think THE MEASURE is a great metaphor for how the world treats people it considers "other" and just how interlaced we all truly are at the end of the day.

While the story itself is about the strings and the lengths they offer the individual, at the core of this story is a message about how we view life and how others view our own lives. It's that continuous question of: if my life is mine, why does it bother you what I do with it? And then using the small few to crucify the rest with inane laws and prejudices. Many of the events in this book could easily mirror what is continuously happening in our societies.

We get to see the story of THE MEASURE play out through various characters and as their lives come together and separate, I was constantly in awe of how it was all happening. I wanted certain answers and knew I had to be happy with whatever I was offered because like the characters, I only had the strings and the theories to go off.

I won't lie, this made me cry a few times. I felt anger and heartache, joy at the power of humanity and love, and awe at the smallness of the world.

While I loved this book, I wouldn't say it was a favourite of the year, but it was definitely memorable and I'd definitely recommend it. The last author to make me feel like this about books that explore this kind of message was Karen Thompson Walker.

I highly recommend THE MEASURE if you're looking for a book that will challenge you to look at your life and ask yourself: would you open the box, or keep it closed and just live your life unaware?

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23. Lovelight Farms by B.K. Borison: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm definitely reading this series out of order, but who's keeping track, right?

I liked LOVELIGHT FARMS more than its sequel. This one was told only from the POV of the FMC, but something about this one captured my interest more. Maybe it was the angsty friendship, or the fact that everyone was saying "IT'S HAPPENING!", which was adorable.

I think I also liked the dynamic between these two characters a lot more than the characters in the second book. I think they worked a lot better than a one night (one weekend?) stand that somehow couldn't stop thinking about each other. These two characters had a history to work off and it was nice to see that evolve.

The farm was also like a character itself and I loved seeing it from this perspective--the one of a person who truly loves and breathes the space.

What I didn't like so much was the stupid miscommunication that happened near the end because of the FMC's assumptions, fears, and anxieties. I get it, love is scary af, but you know what's scarier? Miscommunications.

Other than that blip, I really enjoyed this one and I can see how anyone who reads this is easily pulled into this fun and quirky contemporary world!

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Have you read any of these books? Would you recommend them?

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Happy reading!

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The Favour (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

What if Pauline refused to help Ross in season 3 episode 1 and she left before that very scarring scene ever happened? In this version, he decides to call in the help of an old acquaintance

This one is a little more ✨spicy✨ than my other fics, but it's just fade-to-black, I'm not quite brave enough to write actual smut

I love how well these GIFs go together, like Ross just made a smug comment and Lisgoe's sick of his crap 😆

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"I've come here on my fucking time off, so this better be important."

Ross couldn't remember when he started being on speaking terms with Joseph Nigel Lisgoe, but it happened. They weren't friends, but they also weren't exactly enemies. Well, Ross thought Lisgoe was a sadistic cretin who used violence to make up for his lack of brain cells, and Lisgoe thought Ross was an arrogant bastard with no concernable personality. Other than that, they didn't hate each other

Hence why Ross didn't see an issue with enlisting his help. Since he didn't have his number, he had to track down and slip a note under his office door that read I need your help, we'll discuss at my house followed by his address

Which is how he got here, face-to-face with a very unhappy Lisgoe at his front door

"Make yourself at home."

Ignoring this statement (which he could tell was merely being said out of politeness), Lisgoe all but barged past and leaned against a counter in the kitchen

"Your house reminds me of you: dead on the inside."

"I didn't invite you here to insult me."

"Couldn't you at least have gotten dressed? You look like a right twat in that dressing gown."

"I think," Ross said as he went to the cupboard and poured them both a glass of wine "that we should focus on the real reason I asked you here."

Lisgoe curled his upper lip slightly, as if he would rather have been anywhere else at this point, but took the glass anyway. He took a sip, watching Ross closely

"You gonna tell me or am I supposed to guess?"

"Someone I hired for an undercover job has decided to go against me."

"Fucking hell, OK James Bond!"

This was met with a glare, not that Lisgoe seemed to be all that bothered. In fact, he has a shit-eating grin on his face that suggested he found this whole thing funny

"I don't know why you're laughing."

"You're so far up your own arse, no wonder you talk a load of shite!"

"I'm going to ignore that. All I'm asking is for you to get rid of her, I'm sure that won't be too taxing on you, what with the very little brain power you possess."

"I'm not a contract killer." Lisgoe put his glass down on the counter "I may be a crazy bastard, but I'm not some assassin."

"You're the only one with enough of a craving for violence and lack of empathy to do it."

There was a pause. Lisgoe took another swig of wine

He'd never admit it out loud, but it was refreshing to have someone challenge him. As much as he liked being the one everyone feared, there was something about Ross' lack of fear that both frustrated him and kept him oddly entertained

"What's in it for me?"

Ross considered his answer, but his thoughts were somewhat hazy, clearly more interested in why Lisgoe was staring at him. He was completely unreadable, which was off-putting to say the least. And yet it, for some reason, made him feel more drawn to him. He wanted to know what it would take to make him snap - what he would do when he did

"Who says you're getting anything?"

"I'm not doing this shite for free." Lisgoe sneered, taking a step towards him "It comes with a price."

They weren't incredibly close, but it was enough for Ross to briefly catch his scent. Sharp, spicy cologne which seemed to fuse with the underlying leftovers of cigarette smoke. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if he'd smoked before he came here; he could see it now, Joseph Lisgoe outside the door with a cigarette in his mouth... sucking it gently... his eyes closing as the smoke fell from his lips

Ross put an end to that thought immediately

"I could tip off the police to the rumours going around Royston Vasey about your violent tendancies, I'd say guess how many years you'd get," he put a hand on Lisgoe's shoulder and looked at him with pure mockery in his eyes "but I'd hate for you to hurt your head."

"You'd tell the police, would you?" Lisgoe retorted in a soft voice that made it sound more like a dare than a question

"What if I did?"

Despite not being the most intellectual of people, Lisgoe could read emotions on their faces and bodies easily. It's what he used to get under people's skin before he inevitably threw a punch. There was a stillness in Ross' body language that told him he was telling the truth - he respected that, in a way. Another thing he caught onto was Ross' eyes. They seemed to drag their way up and down his frame, meeting his eyes with a subtle, sharp intake of breath. He was being looked at in a way that was rare for him, yet something in him was very satisfied that it was directed to him alone

But there was something else. Something of a spark in his eyes, something that said I'm onto you

He wasn't about to give him the upper hand

"I don't ask for much." His voice was softer, slightly rough "But, if you need me as badly as you clearly fucking do, then you'll have to convince me."

"That depends on two factors: what you want, and how you want me to convince you?" Ross chewed his lower lip, an action that caused Lisgoe's jaw to tighten

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Satisfied with the edge he'd taken from him, Ross put down his glass. As he did, he made sure to let his hand brush against Lisgoe's, relishing in the way he jolted away

"There's a grand history of people who, daggers drawn, eventually find each other attractive." He said innocently, tilting his head to the side slightly as he stared into dusty blue eyes "What do you think, Joseph?"

Nobody called him Joseph

It's was Lisgoe or, if you worked for him, Mr. Lisgoe. A silent agreement among the inhabitants of Royston Vasey. He didn't know what was worse: the fact Ross had the balls to break that rule, or the fact it sounded so nice in his voice

"I think you need to remember who you're talking to. You might get away with saying what you like to the thick pigs at the dole house, but I'm not that easily fucked with."

The venom in Lisgoe's voice shouldn't have affected Ross the way it did. He wasn't scared, but it pierced through his chest and pumped molten fire through his body

"I assume," He put his hand deliberately over the man's wrist, his voice steady "you know what you want in return for all of this?"

Lisgoe took a step forward and stared. It was like he was considering not the offer, but him. Finally, he spoke again:

"Anywhere between 10,000 and 20,000 is great."

"Excuse me?" Was Ross' response, trying not to look too disappointed as Lisgoe pulled away "You expect me to pay you that amount for one simple task?"

"You're not asking me to have a little chat, are you? You want me to get rid of a bitch, and the fact you contacted me means you want it to hurt."

"You're hardly worth the oxygen I breathe, let alone £10-20,000."

"You've got a set of balls, haven't you?"

"I want you to leave."

"Now hold your fucking horses, I'm not done!"

He moved over to the address book on the table and opened it, slightly surprised by how empty it was. Surely this guy knew more people than WORK and MOTHER

"So, is your dad an asshole? Or is he dead?"

"What are you doing?" Ross asked, clearly not appreciating the question

"You got a pen?"

"Don't pretend you can write."

"Fuck off and get me a pen! Wait, shut up..."

"I didn't say-"

"Here's one."

Lisgoe had taken a pen from inside his suit jacket and scrawled something onto the page. Upon inspection, Ross noticed it was a phone number with the initials JNL next to it

"As a debt collector, I never like doing favours without getting something in return."

"And what exactly do you have in mind? If it's more money, I'm out."

"You doing anything tonight?"

Of all the things he expected to hear, that wasn't one of them. Regardless, he shook his head neutrally

"I'll be back in an hour." Lisgoe put the pen down on the table "For the love of shite, get dressed."

"What's the occasion?" Ross sneered in response

"The occasion is, when I get back, I'm doing whatever the fuck I want with you."

Ross' chest caved in. He couldn't think of the worse reason: actual fear or... OK, maybe the second option. Either way, he was trying not to show it on his face

"What exactly are you implying?"

That made Lisgoe laugh a little. Ross went to question him, but was quickly silenced by being tugged by his dressing gown into a searing kiss. It was forceful, not that it came as a surprise - this was Lisgoe, after all. And Ross certainly wasn't complaining. Especially not when his lower lip was being pulled between Lisgoe's teeth

"Unless you have another stupid question, I'll see you later today"

Before he could turn and go, Ross had grabbed him by the wrist

"You said earlier that a debt collector always gets something in return, would you also say they'd rather get it in a timely manner?"

"I don't remember what I said, but sure. What's your point?"

"There's clearly something between us. A certain... heat-"

"Alright, Ozzy Wilde."

"Oscar Wilde, but that's beside the point. What I'm saying is what's the point in waiting for it to cool down?" In a moment of boldness, Ross reached for Lisgoe's jacket. Without breaking eye contact for more than a second, he unbuttoned it slowly "Unless you're too scared to-"

Once again, his words were cut short and Lisgoe's mouth was on his. It was frantic and raw, neither one of them was interested in being gentle. Ross' hands were warm, Lisgoe's skin was cold, which came together to form what could only be described as electricity. Without breaking the kiss, Lisgoe was being pushed against the kitchen counter and, well, Ross was dropping to his knees to return a favour

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"So, what's the bitch's name again?" Lisgoe asked as he threaded his belt through the loops of his trousers

"Pauline Campbell-Jones," Ross sat down on his sofa "she's completely egregious. She's violent, foul-tempered and vulgar."

"Right, I suppose you only find those traits sexy in men."

"Let's make this clear, I only did that to pay you back."

Lisgoe didn't know why he got the urge to ask, but he sat down beside Ross and looked at him with slightly furrowed brows

"Do you fuck everyone that you ask to favours?"

"No."

"So I'm a special case?"

Ross looked Lisgoe up and down contemplatively, then replied "Yes."

"Can you say anything else? One-word responses piss me off."

There was another silence. Ross stared at the wall, thinking things through. OK yes, maybe part of the reason was to get Lisgoe on board with his plan, but did he enjoy it? Maybe he did. So what? Since when did sex mean anything? That being said, even with all that aside, Lisgoe wasn't completely insufferable to be around. In fact, he was one of the few inhabitants of Royston Vasey that he could see as being something of an equal to him

"We don't have to be strangers, I suppose. You did give me your number for some reason."

"Ignore it then," Lisgoe shrugged as he got up "I just gave it to you so I could tell when I was done with her."

Then there was an odd moment of pause

Ross stood up and they were facing each other. It was awkward and tense, but not altogether unpleasant. Just strange. Almost as if neither of them were in a rush for it to be over

Suddenly, Lisgoe snapped out of it and headed for the front door. Ross went to let him out. It was all very formulaic, as if nothing happened between them. And surely, that's all it was

Nothing at all

Once he'd gone, Ross went back into the kitchen area and looked at the number written into his book. Then he saw it

Lisgoe had left his pen behind

If he hurried, he could probably catch up and give it to him. Or he could wait for him to realise and come back for it

Ah well, what's the rush?

#league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #ross gaines #joseph lisgoe #gainsgoe

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Apple for Teacher Review 🍎

**This is not a spoiler friendly review! Because of, what I feel is, pretty severe content, I'm going to tell you pretty much what happened from start to finish. Highly suggest reading the red flags in case this VN is potentially triggering to you**

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TL;DR: Ciel is deadass delulu if he thinks treating a person like shit is what makes you like them. Like you may be rich, you may be hot, and you may be rich, but you are trash. ...Did I mention that he's rich and that he has money?

Game Link: https://ataraxicgames.itch.io/yandere-love-apple-for-teacher

Notable Features: Female MC, Self-Insert, Yandere LI, Various language translations, 18+ Spiciness: 5/5 -- There's a literal sex scene featured. There's no visuals, but it's still pretty damned vivid without it LI Red Flags: 6/5 -- Emotionally abusive, verbally abusive, physically abusive, extremely controlling, rape, tied down

Want to know more? Well, if you're not 18+, absolutely not. Seriously. Go away, stay away from this game, and get away from my page; however, if you ARE over 18, let's get into it!

So...this is a short but pretty wild game.

Like I mentioned above, because I feel like the content is pretty intense, I'm not going to spill every single tiny detail about the game; however, I will be telling you the "important" story details and the ending. Also, this is another short visual novel so, as expected, the review will be shorter as well. Then again, because I'm actually telling you the ending this time around, it might be just as long. Who knows. Either way, it's just a couple of heads up before we get too far into this thing.

Now that that's out the way, the game was good but it wasn't like "This is top tier gameplay!". It was pretty decent and overall just...the best way I can describe it is simply an experience. There wasn't much choice involved in the game, if you'd even count it as a choice. The one choice is primarily for consent or lack of, but it ultimately ends the same and there's no pleasing this Ciel guy.

Don't throw any tomatoes though! While the game isn't the best, I think it's still worth a casual playthrough, but I'll get more into that at the end. For now, let me tell you more about this visual novel, and how shit hits the fan.

So, boom.

We're a university student, and if you have either been to university or are currently in university, you might have had that experience where that one class (or even multiple classes) was kicking your ass in the most disrespectful way, and it wasn't as easy as dropping it. Why? Because it was a prerequisite, and you literally couldn't go on with the classes for your major unless you passed that particular class. That's what we're going through in this story, but it's literally not even our fault. Let me explain. Oh, but first, I should probably introduce this -- very...very rich -- asshat.

Everyone this is Ciel. Ciel probably doesn't care, so I'm not going to bother introducing you guys to him. Trust me, it's for the best. Okay, NOW let me explain, but first, let's set the scene for a flashback:

By the way, this is deadass a screenshot because it was deadass a flashback. Like, I'm not being overly cinematic/dramatic this time lol.

Anyways, so yeah, we're a university student, and we have a class that we're struggling with. The reason why this is isn't because we aren't grasping the content nor is it because we aren't doing what we're supposed to do, it is quite literally because of Ciel. The crazy part is, he isn't even the damned professor, he's the TA -- a cold, hateful, conceited TA. Even crazier? No one else would believe that description except us. Why? Because if everyone doesn't have a crush on him and is trying to smash, they don't have a crush on him but still think that he's a pretty decent dude with some decent humanness that doesn't make people hate him. Fantastic.

Ending my ranting, though, basically we're doing so poorly that he does the "teacherly" thing and is pretty much like "Lol you're failing". Upon hearing this, we're just like "Yeah, no shit", but we don't dare say anything like that to him because, well, for one, he makes our life hell enough without back-talking him, and for B, we ain't done with this class. This jerk can, would, and will drop our grade if we piss him off. Just like we're for 1000% sure that he graded us harder on a particular exam than the other students -- he always does, but like, come on. An exam? University students, y'all know how heavy those exam scores can be and how much that can absolutely kill your grade.

Again! Lol ending my ranting, we just kind've go "Yeah, I'm aware", and he's like "If you don't get help, you're going to fail". Once again, no shit, but we're like "Yes, I'm aware", and you know what he does? He offers -- well, more accurately demands that we take -- his services. At first, we're like "Hell no" but he's literally like "I'm not asking to tutor you, I'm telling you that I'm tutoring you", and it just sucks. It sucks because he's already really shitty to us two times a week for 90 minutes at a time, 180 minutes total, which is literally over 2 hours of making us depressed enough to dread Tuesdays and Thursdays as a whole, but now he wants to add more time on top of it. Fuck, man...

Like I said though, we didn't really have a choice. He pretty much told us that either we accept his help, or he'll deadass just fail us because "we don't care about our grades". Like what? And sure, we could just go to the actual professor, but what if they didn't do anything? Exactly. It would literally make things worse, and that wasn't paranoia or fear -- that was real life what would happen if we tried to snitch or go over him.

So, we begrudgingly accept the offer, and...it actually helped, I can't even lie. It inadvertently made us do better in the other courses as well, so he may have not been bluffing when he said that he was the only one qualified to give us the help that we needed for that course. Not to mention, he actually started being a little nicer to us! No, stop, don't get too hopeful. This guy is still the literal worse. Just let me keep explaining, but now we have to go back to the present.

The semester is over. We're going to be free from the stress of school and Ciel for the next 2 months and a half, and we have a bomb ass summer job waiting for us that we might consider working for in place of going to school -- yes, the pay is that damned good. We can't bask in the glory for long, though, because guess who comes along? Ciel's ass.

To make a long story short, he shares the news that we passed and he's adamant that he wants to take us out to this really fancy restaurant. That being said, we weren't going to pass up a free meal that we'd never be able to afford, like ever, so we accept the offer, and that, my friends, was where we fucked up. Allow me some more time to explain.

Ciel -- or rather his chauffer -- takes us back to our place, and even though we're like "Yo, you really don't have to come to my apartment. Better yet, I don't want you in my apartment", he's like "Yet you don't know what to wear, do you?" ...shit. He got our ass there. While, yes, we do have an inkling about what we're supposed to wear and have a decent selection to choose from, we might not have the right "fancy" clothes, and we run the risk of going underdressed. So, again, we begrudgingly agree to what he wants to do, and he's in our apartment. Our safe place. Great.

So, he's up in here, and we're basically playing runway model with Ciel, except instead of being in awe, he's being this judgmental prick. Finally, he gets to a point where he's fed up, and he just comes barreling into our closet. Whoa.

Naturally, we're like "Um..excuse you? I'm changing? What if I was naked?" and he just says "I wish you were". Wait what...

"Huh?"

"I said I wish you were, and now, I'm gonna kiss you."

Oh. He's bold, bold. Gotcha. So, now there's some obvious sexual tension, but this is where shit goes very, very left.

So, as you can see above, we have two options: Either we can fall into the whole enemies to lovers trope and let him hit it or we can tell him to piss off...and he still hits it, but without consent.

Yeah, that's...that's what those choices are. Either we can pick the consensual route or the nonconsensual. It's pretty obvious which is which.

[ T R I G G E R W A R N I N G~*START*~T R I G G E R W A R N I N G ]

Should you be like me, and you're a person that picks all options and combinations to see what ending you get, the nonconsensual route isn't nearly as explicit as the consensual route about what he actually does while he's raping us, but it does get pretty descriptive about how we feel as it's happening, and it can definitely be triggering. It's a relatively quick portion, but not so much if you're sensitive to that kind of stuff, so definitely be careful and keep that in mind if you decide to play. You can definitely avoid that part altogether should you choose to play anyways, and it doesn't really change the end. It's a same scenario, different wording type deal.

[ T R I G G E R W A R N I N G~*E N D*~T R I G G E R W A R N I N G ]

That being said! As for the other route, that's clearly a lot more pleasant (at least to an obvious extent), it's way more descriptive about what he actually does to us, but it's 1000% consensual. Okay, now for where it all comes to a head and both of these routes combine into the same ending!

So...yeah, the deed is done, and now Ciel is like "Okay, pack up your shit", and it's like "...Huh?". Basically, this man has scoped us out since day 1, and like, he is making us his wife. Of course, we're like "Uh, no? You're awful," but he's just like "Remember when I wasn't asking to tutor you? I'm not asking you to pack. Pack your shit."

Not having much of an option because of how aggressive and strong he is, we do as we're told. We pack the necessities, and we head to his limo. The worst part of all this, aside from going with this guy, is that we don't have any family or friends that are going to notice that we're missing or that something is wrong or anything. We can't even rely on our new job being concerned about our whereabouts because we've never set foot in there. They're going to quickly dismiss it as us being a "no show" and simply move forward. That's, quite literally, going to be it, and we're deadass stuck like chuck because of it. That realization combined with everything that was going on just causes us to freak out even more, and we end up passing out. Now mind you, how we pass out depends on if the sex was consensual or not.

Either way, we end up here:

Oh, it's actually a pretty nice room! Sure would be a hell of a lot nicer if we, like, you know, wanted to be here, and we weren't literally bound to the damned bed. I mean, not to be ungrateful or anything, just a bit of constructive criticism.

Ciel doesn't care though. He knows we'll adjust. We don't have a choice but to, and he doesn't care how long it takes. Know why? Because...

We have all the time in the world now.

Pretty solid game!

This was definitely more novely, if that makes sense. Actually, let me explain just in case you guys' brain isn't wired as goofy as mine is lol. What I mean by "it's more 'novely'" is that there's no choices to really make. Like I mentioned, the only choice -- and I mean that literally -- that has to be made is whether you consensually have sex with Ciel or not. Other than that, it's a linear story, and...it wasn't bad.

If you've been reading my reviews, you know that I've mentioned having a preference for choice heavy games, but this was still pretty good, even if I wanted to deck Ciel in the face and was not presented the option to do so...

I honestly don't have much to say about this one. The character was pretty cute but extremely toxic, the visuals were nice, and the story was short but wild. Can't really complain or comment on much. It was a simple game, so a simple review is all I have to offer lol.

Oh! Just as a heads up though! The part that stumped me the most was this screen:

Lol uh...that's the title screen.

When I tell you I thought that I had downloaded the wrong game or that it was the wrong game file on the page, I mean that. This dev has a game by this exact title, and I had saved it to play later, and I had honestly thought that I had either downloaded it by mistake or that they had uploaded the wrong file, but it's correct! If I understood what I saw, Chains of Fate -- which is what you see on the title screen -- is the game that the dev is working on, and Ciel's route -- or rather this particular game -- is a part of the whole game...I think. Lol just hit play and keep it rolling! You're playing the right game is what I'm saying.

But yeah! I thought the game was pretty okay! I recommend giving it a casual playthrough! It's a free game, so what have you got to lose other than about 20 minutes or so of free time? As always, be sure to leave your comments on the dev's page if you feel like they've done a good job, and you want to give them that extra reassurance to keep making games. Of course, donations are always helpful to them as well! Like mentioned at the very top, here is a link to the game so that you can play it for yourself, and I hope that you do!

All righty! That's all from me for now! Drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Apple for Teacher: A Yandere Love Short

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thepeculiarbird · 4 months

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Obsidian, spider, and oil for the black ask game :)

Obisdian - How would a fandom misunderstand your main character?

Oh no, you got me there! This question is actually so hard because I've 3 main characters and they're all like "normal people", there's nothing to really misunderstand. The only thing currently coming to mind is maybe the relationship between Danae and Madhi, it looks toxic but actually it's a lot more complicated. Don't want to spoil too much either but yea, the fandom might hate Dan for how she acted. I don't know.

Spider - Do you write happy endings?

When I write a story or think of it, I always tend to make a happy ending for the main character(s) or/and for the main couple but with a character dying or like a sad event before. In general, none of the main characters will die and the characters who are supposed to end up together, will end up together. (It's already hard to kill one of the side characters I love so killing one of the main, It's impossible for me haha)

Oil - Smut or fluff?

Fluff, definitely. I can barely stand s*xual scenes (or lemons??) in a book so writing it is a huge no for me, specially smut/spicy romance.

I hope my answers make a bit of sense and sorry for the obsidian one, I really have no idea at all but I'll tell you if something comes to my mind. Thank youuuuu!

#writing stuff #ask #writing ask #project lmotr #writing process #writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #🖌️#🛹

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airi-p4 · 9 months

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Love in the sky - Chapter 5

Hi! I'm back!

I know that I said this chapter was going to be split into 2 or 3 parts... It's actually 4 - 6 parts now... ^^;

Warning (just in case): in this and future chapters, there might be some "spicy" scenes, but I plan to keep this story as T rated.

I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter summary:

The date continues… time for lunch and more!

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AO3

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Chapter 5 - Wednesday (2)

"Did you have to choose a restaurant up to a skyscraper…?" Marinette's voice trembled as she asked and Luka pulled her hand as the elevator door closed. "You know I'm not good with heights…"

"Pffff" he snickered, removing his sunglasses and letting them rest on the neck of his sporty zipped up hoodie jacket. "This is just the 5th floor! You work at Style Queen, which is way higher than this! Aren't you used to it yet?"

"You have no idea! I've been avoiding windows like the plague!" She groaned as she held his arm tighter.

"Really? You seemed fine to me after the concert, though" he smirked, taking off her sunglasses to meet her eyes directly.

"That's because-!" The elevator's door opened at the restaurant floor.

She blushed, her protest muffled in her scarf. How was she supposed to explain she was too focused on him to realize how high the stage lights actually were? And how her adrenaline did the rest? Because when he kissed her like that… nothing else existed. How was she supposed to admit it to him, when he was smirking and waiting for her answer so he could tease her even more? He seemed to know already, anyway.

"Gosh- You're so cute and funny" he chuckled, and proceeded to greet the waiter, who pointed to the table at the end of the restaurant. Marinette's eyes opened wide.

"Wait-! You chose a window table too!? Wasn't this hard enough for my heart!?" She cried.

"It's the best table in the restaurant, Marinette. The one with the best view" Luka smiled, looking directly at her. "At least give it a chance? For me…?"

She hated how weak and unreasonable she became to those begging eyes…

"Okay…"

Slowly, eyes closed and holding Luka's hand tightly, she moved closer to the window. And when she opened them…

"Woah-! It's so beautiful" She had to admit that the view was really impressive and, surprisingly, not scary as she thought. Luka was relieved at her reaction.

"Yes, very beautiful…" he repeated, and when she turned her face to look at him, he was smiling fondly at her. They weren't talking about the same view, she realized, and couldn't help it but feel her face warm.

Luka left the guitar at the side and moved to Marinette's side of the table. The young woman was touched when he took her scarf and jacket, and pulled the chair for her, as a gentleman, aiding her to sit down comfortably. Surely, their sporty clothes weren't the fanciest for the elegant restaurant, but the company couldn't be better.

"Is there anywhere else you want to go later? Any particular place you want to visit? TheEmpire State Building, perhaps?"

"Nooo! I get dizzy just looking at it!!" She hurried to wave her hands in denial.

"What about the Statue of the Liberty? Then we can visit the one in Paris and compare them next time"

"Are you choosing high places on purpose?" She had to admit, though, that the ‘next time’ part sounded very good in her ears…

"Maybe?"

"Tease"

He laughed at her pout.

She wished to capture his contagious laugh and his warm smile and made it exclusive to her forever, even if that was selfish. A video would have to do for now. Except… She didn't have a phone with her! And 'oh!' she recalled why it was and its implications. Style Queen…

"Luka… Can I make a phone call?" She asked. "I left my bag with my belongings at the office…"

"Oh. You’re still worried that Style Queen might fire you?" he asked, reading her. She nodded, concerned. "Don’t worry, Marinette. She won’t. She’s not that stupid to let your talent go to waste or to her competitors" he took out his phone and activated the anonymous mode before handing it to her. "Here"

"Thank you" she took it and dialed a number her fingers seemed to remember out of habit. “Sabrina?”

“Marinette? I was worried!” the assistant answered through the phone.

“Sorry, I forgot my bag at the office, with my phone and everything…”

“Oh, yes, I have it. Don’t worry, tell me where you are and I’ll send it to you as soon as possible”

“Thank you." she sighed, told her the restaurant address and took a deep breath before continuing "Did Mrs Bourgeois…?”

“Wait, Marinette! Audrey want to speak to you”

“Eh!?” she panicked but the way Luka put his hand over his and caressed it softly helped her to relax. “H-hello…?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I want you tomorrow at my office at 9AM, not a second later than that!”

Marinette blinked, mouth opened wide.

"Then… I’m not fired…?” she looked hopefully at Luka’s reassuring smile.

“HERE AT 9AM! No excuses!”

The call ended.

“I- Luka, I'm-” her eyes got teary.

“You’re not fired. I heard” he smiled tenderly.

“I’m so glad! I was so nervous! So scared!” she held his hand tighter, linking fingers.

“I told you she wouldn’t let your talent go to waste. You know I really want it for my band, too” he kissed her hand and she blushed. "And on my guitar or anywhere, really-"

She really wanted to kiss his lips now. She wanted to- *GROWL*

Her stomach interrupted her thoughts. Her colors vibrated red on her face, and she looked down to hide her embarrassment. Luka chuckled amusedly, never judgmentally.

"Shall we order? I'm starving too," he said.

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When the waiter came, Luka refused to hand Marinette the menu, in case prices influenced her choices: he told her he was inviting and he was aware of how considered and an overthinker Marinette was, so he read it out loud instead.

Luka was not going to tell her yet that what she ordered thinking it was cheapest, was actually the most expensive main dish from the menu, which was accompanied with the best and more expensive wine as well- Luka's favorite. He was extra glad to pay for her when she was clearly delighted with the meal.

"Delicious!" She exclaimed at her first bite.

He answered with a nod and both shared a lovingly shared smile. Her smile never failed to warm his heart. She made every dollar worth paying.

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Marinette's belongings arrived to the restaurant a few minutes later, their first course finished. She stood up to take her bag from the delivery man and, after confirming everything was inside, she returned to the table with Luka's smile welcoming her.

"Everything okay?"

She nodded at his question. "Yes! I can pay my part now!" she smirked proudly.

"Not if I don't let you"

"Don't you dare!" She pouted at his teasing smirk.

"C'mon, sit down with me"

When she sat down again, Marinette notícied how Luka's sunglasses rested now at the side of the table, beside the window. She narrowed her eyes, checking them closer, from another angle, and...

"Wait-!" She gasped. "I know these! I designed them!" She exclaimed, pointing a finger at the fashionable eyewear.

"You did?" He looked at her in awe. "For the Agreste brand?"

"It was so long ago that I forgot… I won a contest Gabriel Agreste held and- I had no idea they went on sale" she nodded shyly. 'Of course the despicable man sold them under his brand after that contest. Bastard' she mumbled, too low and unclear that was incomprehensible to Luka.

"Wow. No wonder they did, though. These are so amazing!" He grinned fondly. "I had no idea you designed sunglasses too"

"Uhm, actually…" What would Luka say if she told him she designed Jagged Stone's favorite glasses, too? She wanted to see his surprised face. "I also designed Jagged Stone's shades. You know- those with the Eiffel Tower-"

"My father's favorites!?" He stood up in shock.

Her mouth dropped open. "What?"

"Ah-" he covered his mouth, realizing his slip. A glimpse at her while he sat back down reassured her ears. She blinked a few times, processing.

"Jagged Stone is your father!?" She covered her mouth when he shushed her with his index finger in front of his mouth.

"Shhh"

"Eh? Eh!? But- Eh? Really?" She had wanted to surprise him. She didn't expect to be the one surprised instead.

"Yeah- It's not public information and I prefer it like this". He sighed. "Once I set my goal to pursue music, Dad wanted to help me with my career, but I turned down his offer and refused to use his name or his contacts for it. If I do music, I want to make a name for myself. Be myself, Luka Couffaine, guitarist of Kitty Section- not 'Jagged Stone Junior'. I don't want the audience to be biased with prejudice or expectations. I make my own music. We, my band, make our own music. This is who I am -who we are- and this is how I want it to be. We reached here on our own merits. I don't want my own efforts and skills to be questioned because of my heritage, you know?" he explained. "That's why it's important for me to keep it a secret. Can you do that for me, please?"

"Yes, of course I will. I understand." She nodded. "I won't tell anyone. I promise"

"Thank you" he caressed her hand. Luckily, they were alone at the restaurant.

"No problem... You know? I'm Audrey's apprentice right now, but I want to make a name for myself too, someday. So I can relate to those feelings very well. I hope I can make it"

"You will" he assured. "You're already moving fast and efficiently towards that dream. Your works don't leave anyone indifferent. People- me included- love them, and you've proved it with your latest show's success. If you keep up your hard work, you'll accomplish all your goals. I truly believe that." He caressed her hand. "I support you"

"Thank you…" she blushed at her sweet smile. "I'll do my best"

"But wow- I had no idea you were 'that' Marinette. I heard about you from my father some years ago- only good things, I must add. And Rock Giant is still my favorite of his CD covers. Really- I knew you were talented but you never stop leaving me in awe!"

"It's not that amazing…" she blushed at his admiring eyes.

"Of course it is! What else have you designed? Tell me more"

"Oh, uhm- Let me show you" she took her phone out of her bag and opened the photos, showing him her designs as she talked. "There's Adrien Agreste's feather hat from when I was a teenager and Chloe's golden glitter dress she wore for her graduation… You know? She still thinks her mother made it for her… I'm keeping this secret under my sleeve in case she crosses the line someday" Luka snickered at her mischievous smirk. He had heard enough rumors about Chloe Bourgeois to get an idea of what she meant. "Oh- and here's Clara Nightingale's mask for the song 'miraculous', too" her finger swiped photos on her phone. "This one"

"Wow- all these look amazing"

"It's not-" nervously, she accidentally changed screens and a photo of Luka she took during his concert appeared on the screen. "Ah!" She hurried to swipe the photo away, but another one appeared, now showing a shirtless Luka on stage. The more she tried to fix it, the worse it got. Her blush deepened harder with every slide.

"You like me that much?" Luka chuckled at her failed efforts.

"Don't laugh! It's so embarrassing!"

"It's not embarrassing at all, Marinette. In fact, it makes me very happy to know you've been thinking of me, because I've been thinking of you, too. A lot" she blushed again, calmer. "I think you could get better photos of me, though. These are a bit blurry" Of course they were, how was she supposed to take good photos when she was so excited, vibrating with the audience? "Feel free to ask me if you want more?"

"I do want more… Together…?"

"Together? I'd love that" he held her hand again. "Do you want to take one now? Or later?"

"Later, please. My hair is a mess and I want to look prettier if I have to pose with you. You're too handsome and stand out so much, compared to me…"

"That's not true. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, Marinette" she blushed deeply. "But sure, we can take them later. Would you show me more of your designs? Maybe even some ideas we could use for the guitar?" He pointed out.

"Sure!" she could only blush as they continued to converse amicably about her designs, his praises never ending.

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When they were given the receipt, Marinette proudly took out her credit card. She could pay now! And she wanted to. But then, Luka distracted her and he paid instead, skillfully switching her credit card with his.

"Hey!" She protested when she noticed.

She had wanted to compensate for how he bought her clothes but the moment she noticed the trick was already too late. He laughed and her complaint died in her throat when his hand wrapped hers and he kissed her cheek, leaving a subtle shade of pink on her face in return. "I told you I was going to spoil you today"

He certainly was… in many ways.

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Close to the restaurant, Central Park was the next place they visited. They laid down on the grass, on a bed made of fallen autumn leaves they created when they mischievously and playfully scraped a pile of them that rested at one side of the road. Hands held, they stared at each other lovingly, in silence, the sun rays softly bathing their skin.

"You're beautiful," he said, staring deep into her eyes- her soul.

"Not as much as you"

"Much more than me"

"Impossible. Besides, I'm not even dressed up for a date… My looks are a mess"

"No, they're not. You're gorgeous"

"Liar"

"I'd never-" He leaned over her, staring, as his fingertips caressing her reddened cheeks. "Can I kiss you, Marinette?"

She hummed, closing her eyes and lifting her chin up in response. She sucked in a breath when he closed the gap between their lips. She pulled him closer, her fingers sinking in the hair at the back of his head. She felt those recently familiar butterflies playing inside her stomach once again...

"More" she whined when he pulled apart.

"More?" He chuckled.

"You promised me lots of kisses…"

"And I absolutely plan to keep that promise" he caressed her cheek. "And much more. But later"

"Now…?" She begged, childishly. Luka found out that her reddened cheeks and her shy look under her lashes were very convincing. Adorable. He answered with a long, deep and hungry kiss that left them feeling hot and panting hard.

"Again" Marinette said, eyes half-closed, arms pulling him to close contact with their lips again.

He hummed happily as he complied.

Kisses continued and their heat raised. She wanted more. And more. And more. She could never get tired of kissing him. And he felt exactly the same.

Marinette moaned when Luka kissed her ear and he felt ashamed of how turned on her voice made him. He kissed her passionately and pressed his body tighter to hers. Her response was to push her body to his too, with a needy whimper that was driving him crazy.

This is why he had wanted to leave kisses for later. He seemed to lose all grasp of reality when it came to her. He had it very hard to stay collected. When their lips crashed, tongues danced together and heartbeats pumped in unison, that's all he heard: the most beautiful melody.

Marinette felt like she was going to overheat when she realized what the hardness pressed on her tight was. She was melting in his arms. The worst? She wanted more. Much more. All of him.

"Mo-"

"Get a room!"

Her whimper died in her throat when a cyclist drove close by very fast, the half-destroyed pile of fallen leaves flying on them with the wind he created with his speed.

The pair stared at each other with wide eyes, the heat of the moment immediately cooled down.

Then, after a few blinking and Luka's snicker, she came out of her trance: they were in a public place! They shouldn't make out in such a place! She had never behaved like that before. So embarrassing!

Luka couldn't hold back his laugh at her changing expressions: shock, acknowledgement, panic and utter embarrassment.

"Pfff- Hahahaha"

And, to her annoyance, it was contagious. She couldn't stop herself from laughing too.

He hugged her tightly- no need to say anything.

No regrets.

"Do you still want more kisses?" He whispered into her reddened ear. She knew he already knew the answer.

"Later" she whispered in a thread of voice.

Pleased, Luka gave her one last peck on her lips before standing up and offering Marinette his hand. She took it, joining his side as they playfully cleaned the leaves from each other's. Snickering and laughing in the process.

Fun.

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What happened next had Marinette in stitches.

"Oh my gosh! No way!" She exploded into a loud laugh.

A runner had passed nearby with his Michael Jackson music blasting from his phone. And what could he say? Luka was a huge fan of Michael Jackson. So when he heard the song… he immediately stood up to dance, following the rhythm of the music. And his moves were… well-

"Hahahahaha!"

Marinette's reaction said enough.

That didn't seem to discourage him, though. Mostly the opposite- he kept singing and dancing even more eagerly, making her laugh louder.

"Hahaha! No wonder you never dance in your music videos and performances!" She said between her laughing. "You're so bad!!"

"I'm bad! I'm bad" he started dancing along to a different Michael Jackson's song now, and her laugh volume intensified even more.

"Stop it! I can't believe you! I can't-!" She bent over, her stomach unable to stop laughing at his stiff, embarrassing moves. He didn't care about being ridiculous. And he certainly didn't regret anything when it made Marinette laugh like that. He loved her laugh.

"Okay okay- no dancing then" he shrugged, playfully pretending to be offended.

"You can't call it 'dancing' to that!" She laughed again. "I can't believe you're worse than me!"

"Am I? What about-"

Luka winked and walked a few feet farther, over the smoothly pavemented floor. Marinette looked at him, curious and her eyes opened extra wide, her mouth falling open when the young man started moonwalking masterly.

"What!?" She couldn't believe her eyes. "How!?" The young man continued with a playful smirk on. "Nonono! This is unbelievable! How can you moonwalk so well when you dance like that!?"

He finished with a turn and a smirk before talking again. "Can you moonwalk, Marinette?"

"Of course not! My feet already tangle just by walking. Imagine what a disaster it would be! I'd fall down for sure!"

"Come here, I'll teach you" he approached and offered her his hand. She was a bit uncertain but finally took it and moved with him on the pavement. He taught her the steps. "Now try to do it"

"As if it was that easy!"

"I'm here with you," he smiled.

Those words alone made her feel more secure and confident. So she tried, and it didn't turn out quite right.

"Oh. Not bad! Try again" Luka encouraged.

"Gosh- I'm such a disaster at this!" She protested. "Even worse than your danc- Ah!" She fell backwards, her back crashing on Luka's chest. She blushed at the contract that both refused to break. Luka surrounded his arms around her, burying his nose in her neck. In response, her arms did the same with his. Tenderly, enjoying the contact they were growing more and more familiar with. She turned slightly when she felt his face shift towards hers, sharing a soft kiss that made her knees weak. Fortunately, she couldn't fall when he embraced her so protectively, so secure.

"It takes practice. You'll be able to do it someday" he whispered to her ear. Flustered and warm, she could only nod shyly. "Let's go back there. I wouldn't want you to get injured" She nodded again, following after him under his secured arm around her waist. They sat down, Marinette's head resting on his shoulder as an excuse to feel him close. He leaned his head over hers, too, as he hummed for her, his hand caressing her softly.

"We have time until our next appointment. Let me know if there's anything you want to do or anywhere you want to go?"

"I'm perfectly right, now" she answered."I wouldn't like to be anywhere but here"

"Good. Because me neither"

They shared another sweet kiss as they rested comfortably on the bench, their free hands interlaced and eyes closed, as he hummed her a soft melody. They stayed like that for a few minutes until-

"Luka… Could you-?"

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Marinette wasn't sure if asking Luka to play for her, had been a good idea.

"Marinette, woo-ooh! Beautiful amazing girl" Luka excitedly strummed his guitar. "Do you feel like-?" he played nervous notes. "I want you to feel like-" he played playful notes that made Marinette chuckle. He smiled at her reaction. "And if you kiss me, then I'll be-" he played happy, ethereal notes, as if he meant 'in heaven' with them.

Just a few minutes ago, she had thought it had been a great idea, but she hadn't been expecting him to play so goofily. Honestly, she should have seen it coming when she saw that growing teasing smirk on his face after she answered "surprise me" to his "any specific song?" question. This man was crazy- that, she was sure of. But she certainly didn't hate it. At all. She was, in fact, starting to enjoy it more than she should, even if it surely gave her a second hand embarrassment. Leaving that apart, she still loved his songs: he was insanely good. His fame was absolutely deserved.

Unaware of her inner thoughts and secret praises she wouldn't easily admit, he continued playing, incombustible, encouraged by her laugh, unaware that his sounds were gradually louder along with his excitement.

"Luka!" She blushed. "People are starting to gather and stare!"

He chuckled at that. Being used to the audience, it didn't mean much to him. As long as no one recognized him, of course.

"Someone could-!"

Marinette was interrupted by a little kid running and stopping in front of Luka.

"Hey, guitar man! Play Dinohuggie's song!" The little kid commanded.

"Andy!" A woman who seemed to be the kid's mother frantically called, rushing to the kid and bowing to Luka apologetically. "I'm sorry!" He held the kid's hand. "C'mon Andy, apologize to him"

"No! I want to hear Dinohuggie's song!" The kid protested to his scandalized mother. From her experience with Manon, Marinette felt a bit sorry for her.

"Dinohuggie's song, huh?" Luka hummed, casually. "Okay, remind me how it sounds. Could you sing it for me a bit?" He winked and the kid beamed.

"But-" the mother was about to protest again, but Luka dismissed it easily with a few notes.

Marinette looked as the kid started singing the song, and Luka followed with his guitar. The rockstar knew the character, but he wasn't familiar with the song, since he had only heard it twice during the recording of an interview program. But it was catchy and easy enough for his absolute hearing to pick up the notes and play it. Seeing the energetic pair, more people approached to check on them.

"Yay!" The kid yelled when they reached the final note, and Luka leaned down to give him a high five. "It was so cool!" The kid's eyes glowed. "Play Kitty Section next!"

Marinette gasped, petrified, but Luka remained impassive. She could only find words of respect and admiration for his nerves of steel.

"Oh? You like Kitty Section?" The rockstar chuckled. "Good taste"

Marinette felt a sort of deja vu….

"Yes! Their songs are the bestest!"

"The bestest…?" his lips curved up proudly. "Nice"

"You look like Luka Couffaine from Kitty Section!" the kid pointed out.

Marinette's heart stopped at the kid's statement. Had he recognized him? 'Oh, no! What if he gets caught in a scandal!? And with someone like me!? The fans are going to be so disappointed and-' Her negative thoughts stopped very soon, when Luka laughed out loud.

"Really? I've been told that a lot, but I think I'm more handsome and talented than him," he joked.

"No way! That's impossible! I think it's because of your blue hair!" He pointed out. "And that you play the guitar!"

"Oh- that makes sense, little detective!" He ruffled the kid's hair. "I'll try dyeing my hair in another color next time so people don't mistake me with him, then. I think I'll go with pink next. I really like pink" he winked teasingly at Marinette, and she flustered in response.

"Ew, no! Pink is for girls!" He stuck his tongue out. "You're too cool for pink!"

"Pink is very cool! Labeling colors as girly or boyish is so old-fashioned! Not cool at all!" He disagreed. "All colors can be cool if the person wearing them likes them and is proud to wear them! Remember that"

"Hmph!"

"Ok so, Kitty Section…'' Luka straightened his back up again, stretching before getting into it. Andy turned all smiles as he sang along to their most popular song, with a few arrangements and a change of lyrics to adapt it to his little audience. The kid stopped singing to listen amusedly at the new lyrics that now, instead of a group of unicorn cats and a Rock band, mentioned a boy named Andy who had fun playing with Dinohuggie.

The little kid and his mother loved it and Marinette was stunned by the Rockstar's improvising skills. The performance wrapped up with a round of applause. Luka bowed to the audience before he focused on the kid again.

"So cool!" Andy's eyes were sparkling. "I wish Kitty Section had a song about Dinohuggie…" the kid lamented.

"Hmmm… It would be nice if Kitty Section had a song about Dinohuggie, wouldn't it? I bet Rose would love the idea" Luka amusedly chuckled and ducked down again to equal the kid's eyes level.

"I think so too!" Andy beamed. "Play it again! I want you to play more!" The kid yelled loudly, attracting the eyes of even passersby.

"Andy, behave!"

"It's okay, Madam," he said, looking up at her through his sunglasses. Luka laughed at his stubbornness and ruffled the kids' hair. "One last time, ok?"

"Ok!"

Gosh- Luka was good with children too, as if he needed to be more perfect! Marinette's heart beated quickly, imagining him… them… as parents and- 'Aahh!! Not so fast Marinette! You've just met!'

The smirk Luka directed to her as he played didn't help her to calm down at all!

He played a bit more until he reached the end of the chorus.

"It was nice playing for you, boy, but we have to go now. We're a bit busy today."

"But-!" He pouted in protest.

"Andy! Stop insisting! Thank him and say goodbye to them!"

"Thank you… and goodbye" the kid had hugged Luka's leg before reaching for his mother's hand and following her to the park's entrance. The rest of the audience started moving away as well.

"Bye!" The kid waved, turning to look at them while walking. Waving back, Luka lifted his sunglasses a bit and the boy let out a loud surprised gasp when he recognized Luka Couffaine from Kitty Section under the shades. "Mom! It really was him!"

Luka and Marinette laughed hearing the boy excitedly talking about Luka and his music. If it wasn't for his mother pulling him, Luka was sure that kid would have run towards him. Soon enough, though, they were out of sight.

"Sorry we got interrupted" sunglasses back in place Luka held Marinette's hand and squeezed it a little. "It's almost time for our next appointment. Shall we go now?"

Marinette nodded, smiling at him softly.

"How could you remain so calm when that kid mentioned your name and your band? I was so nervous! I thought my heart was going to burst out!"

Luka squeezed her hand and laughed at her honesty. "Being confident does wonders, Marinette. Besides…" he pointed at their feet with his finger. "We're prepared to run anytime, aren't we?"

"You're unbelievable!" She pressed her shoulder to him.

She meant it.

Because, gosh- What did she do to deserve meeting this incredible man? He was confident, charismatic, handsome, sincere, caring, fun, sweet… a bit crazy, too, but overall… he was amazing. The most amazing person she had ever met.

Compared to him she was… Simple. Uncool. Ordinary.

How could she be with him when the differences between them were so abysmal? When he was so impressive and she was just… clumsy. Small.

She felt like she didn't deserve him at all…

"Marinette. Are you ok?" Luka asked, noticing her being pensive.

"Ah, yes…" she answered. Luka noticed something was off but decided not to push. "I was just thinking you are truly amazing"

"You're pretty amazing, too, Marinette"

'Am I, though?'

"Thank you" She wasn't sure but hid her insecurities with a forced smile.

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Three months later, Andy and his mother were going to be surprised with an unexpected collaboration between Kitty Section and Dinohuggie, with a song for a cereal commercial on TV- featuring lots of pink and a kid called Andy in the lyrics. Said song was going to rock the little ones' world and cause demise to some parents.

Oh, and a certain kid started wearing pink more, always proclaiming how cool the color was.

#my fic #airip4 #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette

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mimbotomy · 1 month

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Thank you @lazuliquetzal for the tag! 🩷

How many works do you have on AO3? 10! Which feels small because I have more than three times as many WIPs rattling around in my google docs rip

What’s your total AO3 word count? 561,190

What fandoms do you write for? AC Odyssey! Except I write so many crossovers so I have a couple other fandoms on my AO3 as well. I also have WIPs for AC Valhalla, House of the Dragon, and ATLA. Fun fact, I also have Odyssey crossovers planned for two of those fandoms, and I'll let you guess which two 😜

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Rebirth - My beloved, my baby, I swear I am still writing this My Miraculous Ladybug fic - I wrote this seven years ago and like to pretend it doesn't exist Assassins, Atlantis, and Avengers - Unfortunately on indefinite hiatus, but I've gotten so many nice comments on it recently that I've been thinking a lot about it! The Children of Kephallonia - MY FAVORITE FIC OF MINE EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS I'M SO PROUD OF THIS ONE Not a Malákes Ravenclaw - Absolutely ridiculous I can't believe people actually like this (it's so fun to write tho 😂)

Do you respond to comments? I do my best but I'm not actually the best lol

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Of my published fics, The Lioness, but only if you read the first chapter and ignore my ramblings in the second chapter about how SPOILERS deaths would change canon.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? There is No Escape...! It technically has the same ending as my other Kassandra drags Phoibe out of the Underworld fic, but this fic has a planned sequel called the Electric Boogaloo, so I think it's obvious which one I had more fun writing 😂

Do you get hate on fics? One or two negative comments but for the most part people have been really nice to me! Which I appreciate, because I am a smol anxious bean who just wants friends 🥰

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have a few bordering on spicy scenes, but no real smut.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? BOY DO I HAVE CROSSOVERS I have so many crossovers, like too many crossovers, all putting the queen of my heart Kassandra the Eagle Bearer in another universe and making her the main character she is clearly supposed to be. My craziest one is probably my AC Odyssey x Harry Potter crossover, but I am now hesitant to call it crazy because it now seems to make sense to me??? So maybe I'm going crazy???

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope again!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Once again, nope! But I honestly think co writing a fic would be so fun to try, at least once.

What’s your all time favorite ship? Kassidas. I always liked it but it has legitmately taken over my brain the last year. I blame @aeide's amazing Kassidas' fics

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Assassins, Atlantis, and Avengers. It's on indefinite hiatus right now because while I have an outline and even a few scattered scenes written, actually writing it seems impossible right now. But I hold out hope that I will come back to it one day!

What are your writing strengths? Character relationships! (At least in my opinion lol)

What are your writing weaknesses? Does constantly going back and rewriting chapters because I slightly changed my idea and want to foreshadow things better count? If not, I could be better at setting the scene and not just imagining it in my head.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Definitely not opposed to doing so, albiet through google translate because I am truly terrible with languages, but I always try to keep it short and I include translations in the endnotes.

First fandom you wrote for? Miraculous Ladybug. I sometimes like to pretend that fic doesn't exist because I feel bad that I forgot what I had planned/never finished it.

Favorite fic you’ve written? THE CHILDREN OF KEPHALLONIA I feel like I really came into my own as a writer when I started plotting out this fic and I'm really happy with my worldbuilding, character relationships, misc narrative choices, and just how my writing style has improved from my first fics. If you want to read any of my fics, I recommend this one.

I vaguely remember doing this exact tag game at some point, but time is an illusion and I have no idea when this was! So if I tag you and you did this recently, do not feel any pressure to do it again!

Tagging @aeide, @uhhhyaenbyjade, @zephyrwolf5, @ithinkthiswasabadidea, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tag game

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Can someone do a Will/MC moment when they both decided to recouple and the daybed scene after the recoupling. Thanks! 💞💞💞

BURN

S4 | Will/MC | 1800+ words | @banirareiko

A redo of the chat with Will on the daybeds. Very NSFW.

Selin-Gül had one and only one goal when she came to Love Island this season as the very first bombshell to enter: to find that one person who she could really see a future with at all cost, even if it meant she would have to burn the entire villa down to do so in the process. She would use any tactics available to her to get what she wanted. She would use whoever she would need to use to survive, so that she could stay long enough to reap the rewards of her plan.

She couldn’t care any less about who would get offended in the process. It was what it was; at the end of the day, each and every single person would have to look out for themselves.

The moment she entered the villa, she had been super into Will. Pretty face, pretty frame, pretty body art, what was there not to like? She wanted him. She knew she had to get to him, and with that, she made sure to give his lapdance upon her entrance a little extra oomph and spiciness.

Her plan worked. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and the next day told her that he would be open to coupling up with her, despite a super sweet and friendly girl, Thabi, made it known to the entire villa that she wanted Will too.

Thabi had been nice to Selin, and even considered Selin a friend a tad too quickly. But none of that mattered to Selin, because at the end of the day she had to follow her heart (and if she was honest, her… other places). So, to Thabi’s disappointment, Selin took Will without hesitation at the first recoupling, and ended up snogging his lips off on the daybed right after.

Selin did feel a bit bad for Thabi, but Selin was not there to make seasonal girl friends. She was there to find the love of her life…

…Until everything backfired, and Will ditched her for Thabi just right before the next recoupling, even after Selin had made it clear to him that neither Bruno nor Youcef succeeded in turning her head on the hot tub date the night before.

In all honesty, Selin at one point in the weeks following losing Will to Thabi had contemplated attempting to win the show with either James or Tom, who she had been stuck with ever since, and then just take the entire fifty grand with her before dipping back to Bicester because as much as she hated it, she had been pining for Will who also didn’t seem to want her, arguably even worse than Thabi did before. But then again, at the end of the day, Selin supposed if she didn’t try everything she could to get him back, then she would regret it when she walked out of the villa later on, whenever that might be.

Hence, when Selin was stuck with James, she had offered to lend Will a hand to help clearing the kitchen sink from Bruno’s oats and “conveniently” initiated physical contact with him. Or when she was stuck with Tom against her wishes, she had offered to wash Will’s hair after the hotdog challenge and cheekily ghosted her breath against the back of his neck. People might say she was playing the game, but she didn’t care anymore. She had fallen for Will, hard, and she would do what it would take to get him back, especially when he had once expressed interest in her. If she could do it once, she could do it again.

And it worked.

“I feel something with you. A spark, you know?”

Is Will saying he has feelings for me?

If so, bingo.

Selin got what she wished for. When it was her turn at the recoupling, Will was hers, once again, and for good. And so, she intended to make the most out of her first night having Will back in her arms.

Will clearly had the same idea when he locked his fingers around hers and led her to the daybeds, after the lights had gone out in the main bedroom and everyone had fallen asleep.

Tonight, Selin-Gül had learned something about herself: mirroring sex was a massive turn-on for her.

Will’s almost penetrative gaze as he gingerly trailed his slender fingers along the pale tattooed column of his neck, Will’s silent gasp escaping his lips as he caressed his toned abs down his snail trail— all while Selin was touching herself and feeling the heat pooling in her stomach— it was just getting more and more unbearable every passing second.

Selin could feel it. Her veins set ablaze, her skin sensitive with goosebumps, a tantalising wetness dripping onto her flimsy lace knickers— she was absolutely bothered by the fact that at this moment, she needed his hands on her immediately. Her hands wouldn’t cut it anymore. She wanted him to lay hands on her, touch her, caress her. She wanted him to literally rail her.

Willem Kimura would be her downfall, and she would gladly fall into the deepest pits of hell for him.

And she needed him, now.

“Enough playing,” Selin growled, and immediately felt her core tightening at the little smirk twitching at the corner of Will’s mouth,

“Alright then…”

In a split second, Will was already pinning her down onto the daybed, his gaze almost predatory, his breath hot and heavy. His eyes fell close as he firmly locked her wrists in his hands, then pressed her hands against his chest, trailing past the toned plane of his abs, then down, down—

Then his eyes snapped open.

Selin gasped as her hand came in contact with Will’s hard cock that was painfully straining in his shorts.

Without saying anything else, Will shimmied the shorts off him, rendering himself completely naked in front of Selin’s wide eyes.

“Willem—

“Jerk me off, Selin-Gül.”

His breath was hot on her neck when she began to move her hands up and down his hard length. His adept fingers began slithering into the straps of her flimsy camisole to pull the restricting fabrics off her, then hooked themselves into the waistband of both her shorts and knickers and sensually pulled the garments down her legs, but not before cheekily pinching her nipples one by one to make her squirm.

Selin gasped as the cold air hit the wetness of her cunt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

Will was taking control, and in all honesty, Selin didn’t mind. At all.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

Will’s hot breath was now ghosting over her dripping, exposed cunt, and without letting her respond, he plunged a finger into her damp heat and latched his mouth onto the little bundle of nerves right above.

“Will, fuck, Will—

Selin had come to a conclusion right then and there: Will was the villa’s sex god. As embarrassing as it sounded, nobody, literally nobody, had ever been able to make Selin reach her orgasm that fast like Willem Kimura was doing right now. And he hadn’t even actually fucked her yet.

Heat coursed through Selin’s nerves as she threw her head back with a loud, drawn-out moan, only to be muffled by Will’s mouth on hers as his fingers continued their ruthless game with her cunt. He then slipped his tongue into her mouth, sweeping her tongue into a hot and heavy caress. Selin could taste herself on his lips and in his mouth, and that immediately sent her over the edge as her cunt firmly clamped down on Will’s fingers and she squirted.

And she had never actually squirted before.

Holy fucking hell did I just—

The dampness spreading underneath her bouncy butt and the amused smirk on Will’s face confirmed it for her.

“Selin, did you—

“I think so—

Still reeling from the intense orgasm Will had just given her, Selin trailed a finger down the valley of her breasts, then down her stomach, then down to her dripping cunt and swiped at the juices she had just expelled from inside her. Without realising it, she slowly brought her soaked fingers onto Will’s soft pouty lips, and to her pleasure, he wordlessly swirled his tongue around them.

“You taste divine, baby,” Will smiled, then fished out a condom from his discarded shorts, “And I want to fuck your brains out tonight.”

In all honesty, Selin was still too stunned from the orgasm to speak, but gods, this was what she wanted. She wanted Will to fuck her without abandon. She wanted him to destroy her.

So she nodded, and within a split second, her cunt was stuffed full of Will’s long, hard cock in one go.

No more words were needed between them as he firmly grabbed onto her hips, a little desperately, even, and began pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.

Nobody has every fucked me with this much passio— FUCK!

Selin threw her head back as Will’s cock hit her sensitive spot, hard. Then again, and again, and again.

But even when Will was literally battering her cunt, there was something blooming between them, something Selin couldn’t quite put a finger on just yet. It was more than just pure lust. It felt warm, it made her heart flutter. It was fulfilling.

It made her feel complete.

It was as if Will was making intense love to her instead of purely fucking her brains out.

But at this point, Selin would take either of those as Will threaded his fingers into hers and pinned her hands down on the sides of her face while continuing to move his hips hard and fast against her.

His forehead touched hers, his gaze locked on hers, his hot breath once again ghosting her lips— hells, Selin was so not ready to free fall into immense pleasure again this soon.

But ready or not, she wanted it. Will wanted it too, for his eyes were now squeezing shut as strained gasps escaping his mouth.

“Fuck, Selin, I—

“I’m gonna cum,” Selin groaned, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—

As Will blew his load into the condom deep inside of her, she squirted. Again. All over his cock, his crotch and his thighs.

Will chuckled as he came down from his heights, but nonetheless, stayed buried inside of Selin, almost reluctant to pull away,

“You did it again—

“I know. No need to remind me.”

Selin knew her face was now a million shades of red in embarrassment, but oddly enough, she felt at ease. There was nothing to be scared about. Even when Will had been branded nonchalant and borderline inconsiderate by other islanders, Selin felt at peace with him after embarrassingly squirting all over him for the second time that night.

“I’ll just tell anyone who asks tomorrow that we spilled apple juice, deal?”

The twinkling mischief in Will’s eyes as he touched his forehead against hers made butterflies flutter in her stomach all over again.

“Deal.”

As Will cuddled her to sleep after laughing and chatting about everything and anything they had missed out about each other, including a very adorable butt tattoo Will somehow sported as a favour for a friend, Selin-Gül realised that she did, finally, win that night.

Who knew, maybe she did find herself the love of her life after all.

#litg #litg fanfic #love island the game #prompt #ask #litg will #litg season 4 #litg s4 #banirareiko #litg writers room #writers room

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jojo-lane · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @scary-monsters and @hammerofspace for thinking of me and tagging me! 😊🙏🏽

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? Just one for now!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 20,758. I know, it's not a lot but someday it will be! 🥲

3. What fandoms do you write for? Jojo only! No other IP has quite managed to move me into writing actual fanfiction for them since I was a teen.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? I have only one fic: Ride or Die and it has 114 kudos as of now which I am quite proud of.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! In fact, I would leave regular comments on my favourite fics so when my favourite authors replied to me, I would absolutely lose my mind. So when I started writing my fic, I decided to reply to every comment too just like the writers I admire! 😊 Sometimes, I might be late in replying but I will reply to all of them!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Okay so, I have written a very angsty ending for Ride or Die but also a very happy ending and also, a middle of the road, bittersweet kind of ending. Point is that I love angst and I don't mind writing an angsty ending but would it be the best for my characters? Long story, short, I don't know what sort of ending I want right now.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Same answer as question number 6. I don't know what sort of ending I want and it could go any way. 🤧

8. Do you get hate on fics? I don't think so but people do say that I take too long to update which I don't really consider as hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have written smut only once so far and I think I suck at it but I am not giving up just yet. I think smut is a very spicy way to add tension between your characters and also to thicken the plot. I like it when there are high stakes or serious consequences when two people just give into their primal urges. Praise, angst, forbidden love, will they, won't they. I live for the messy drama and dangerous implications a smut scene can cause.

10. Do you write crossovers? No. Never.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, this is my first time writing anything in a long time so I'm still fairly new and unknown and I don't think I am a good enough writer to co-write anything with anyone. 😅

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? This is a very difficult question because I consider myself a multi-shipper but I can tell you my favourite ship dynamic of all-time which is basically friends to lovers. Or reluctant partners/rivals to friends to lovers. I love ships where two characters get to know each other slowly over time and come to unconditionally support each other through thick and thin. So I suppose my go to ships are GyJo and BruAbba.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I have a lot of wips which are essentially ideas for future fics but a lot of them will go unfinished because I feel like they go nowhere in the end. At least for Ride or Die, I have 3 solid endings to choose from.

16. What are your writing strengths? My writing strengths… I want to say world building? I get a lot of compliments for making my fic feel historically accurate. 😅 I don't think it's as historically accurate as I'd like it to be but I do a lot of research when it comes to the way things worked during the Victorian time period just to get me into that headspace and I think it translates somehow.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I keep rewriting chapters and it holds me back from doing regular updates.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Accuracy is very important to me so I would probably attempt to write dialogue in another language but if I feel it's not accurate or faithful then I would find another way to get around it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Naruto when I was 15-16, I was in the trenches defending a very unpopular ship back then. *shudders*

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Ride or Die, my passion project. I can go around writing my favourite characters in every kind of AU out there but my brain will always come back to this one fic. 🙃

Who should I tag? I feel like all the writers I know have already been tagged so I'll tag @retlasute. I'd like to see their answers! 😊

#20 questions #this was so fun

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sucrosette · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

28, 32 if you count the MCU fics I am not particularly proud of. But some people seem to like them, so they stay.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

266,092 - I probably have a good 50k+ in sitting in my wips.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Genshin Impact, BSD, VLD (but only klance), the Wolfstar corner of HP, and BNHA. Also, I'm planning to write for Carry On for Carry On Countdown this year. At some point I’d like to write for kingdom hearts and sk8. (Previously MCU but as mentioned that's been long abandoned.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Whoops, There Goes My Heart (T, 38.4k)

Iced Coffee is Not Supposed to be Spicy (E, 11.1k)

He Makes Me Bloom (E, 30.5k)

Rosé & Bubblegum (E, 11.3k)

Make This Home Yours (E, 10.8k)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I like engaging with my readers, sometimes I'm just very slow. Or like in the context of a wip, I don't always respond until I'm ready to post the next chapter. Which can be very quick or very slow, depending.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

If Love Was Labeled Poison (E), definitely, easily, by a mile. It's a wip, but it was originally written as just this first chapter. And its ending is heartbreaking. And it's still not gonna be the happiest ending when I post the following two either.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings, so just a fic that's extremely precious to me in its healing feelings: and it was enough (T)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't call it hate. There have been a couple weird comments I've deleted since entering VLD's fandom space about headcanons but I don't think it's hate. Just people being kind of asses. And in general it doesn't bother me, most of the comments I get are glowing.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

So much smut. Very kinky, queer smut. No one is hetero and no one is cis. I generally try and tag dynamics and kinks used though so no one gets jump scared.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No. I mean, I've thought about it, but in the end, I just end up pulling elements from what would be the borrowed setting for the characters I want to write for. I'm not generally the sort who would dabble in crossover character interactions for longfic. Maybe in a silly drabble, if someone requested some of my favs.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, but I'm unsure if those translations are still available somewhere.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away, before the time of ao3. But not since. I do have a couple ideas with one of my partners that we might hash out eventually.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly? I love all my ships, I couldn't exactly rank them and it depends entirely on my mood. But, if there's one ship I'll always come back to, it's probably tddk, it's my comfort ship, they're always there for me. I have written exactly one fic, but they mean a lot to me. I'm going to write them more. (On that note, please give The Tea Shoppe at the End of Time (T) some love).

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I have one. I know I have some old wips, but I do plan to go back and polish them up and finish them out.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd say... probably emotionally evocative imagery and metaphor, I think? I'm very much a smut author, but I think my imagery deserves note. Probably also snarky dialogue I love me some snarky ships.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fight scenes. Yep. Fight scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it, I support it, sometimes I do it. It can feel very intimate, but I try and have a native speaker double check my work, and always leave translation notes for my readers.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh, if we reach way back when... Probably Yuyu Hakusho or One Piece. But who knows where those ran off to. It was before ao3 times. I wasn't even an adult.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

To be honest, I can't really pick a favorite. But if I had to pick a writing I've done I think people should read (that I haven't already mentioned) I present Pettiness in Portraiture (E). Mind the tags, it's fucking rough.

#my writing #sucrosette #q&a #this was a tag game but i just yoinked it #do it if you like!

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devilishlyhandsome123 · 2 years

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Life of the Party pt 2

Warnings ⚠️ 18+, breeder kink, oral on female, intercourse (more 'hate' sex), cheating -ish, slight choking, aftercare

Scene set up: You and Miles have been on several "dates" that have turned spicy. You and your best friend show up to his house for another party and see Miles snuggled up close to another female.

Buckle up and enjoy the ride!

You have been on several dates with Miles since the night at his party where you both declared your feelings. You always managed to end up back at his place where things got heated up. There wasn't a surface in his house that you two hadn't had sex on. You even managed the pool and the hot tub. Conversation between you both flowed effortlessly as well. You learned that he wanted to be a producer/video editor and was just waiting for someone to pick up on his talent.

He didn't know you were coming to his party tonight. You told him that you and Christy were doing a girls day. But here you were in his driveway with your best friend and you had butterflies flapping around.

"Christy, I don't know why, but I am so nervous! We haven't declared we are a thing yet and this could be our first public event together." You play with your hair and make sure your lipstick is on point. You chose a deep red to hopefully draw Miles attention to your mouth.

"Girl. You got this! Don't be nervous. You have been out in public with him on multiple occasions. Now, what do you need to do?" She replied.

"I need to put my big girl panties on and get in there."

"That's my girl!" She hollers excitedly.

You and Christy head inside. There are so many people that you have to push your way through. You make it to the kitchen and get yourself a drink. Christy ruffles you hair a little and pats you on the butt as she wanders off to find someone to dance with. You wander outside. You can't seem to get eyes on Miles, but as you walk further outside and around the pool, you find Miles cuddled up with another girl, whispering into her ear. She has her hand on his chest and one of her legs draped over his.

You stop mid stride and just stare at them. Someone taps Miles and points toward you. The tears burn behind your eyes as you see him look up at you. A scared look flashes over his face and he pushes the girls leg off his lap (she gives him a Hey!), stands, and walks toward you. You throw your drink at him and run inside. The tears now flowing hot. You rush past Christy as she hollers at you to see if your ok. But you don't stop for her, you know Miles is going to be hot on your heels. You run upstairs and find yourself in Miles' room. Softly cursing at yourself for running to the one place he knows you'll go. But you crawl into his bed anyway and stuff your face into his pillow, sobbing and trying to catch your breath.

Miles runs in after a few minutes and locks the door behind him. You feel him crawl into the bed and try to pull you close to him. But you shove at him and nearly throw yourself off the bed.

"Get away from me." You cry at him.

"Babe, don't be like that. It's not like we made things official." He replies.

"Are you serious right now?" You yell at him. You get up and the hate runs hot in your veins. "I'm pretty sure I've let you cum in me several times over the last few weeks. Regardless of labels, I'm pretty sure we have gone on several dates. Regardless of feelings, I'm pretty sure you and I have bared ourselves to each other! It's called respect Miles!"

You start pacing the room, wiping the tears from your face. He crawls from the bed and stands in your way. "I'm sorry. I fucked up. I've never had to do the dating thing. I don't know what I'm supposed to do and not do." He pauses. "I haven't done anything with anyone else. We were just having a nice chat and cuddling. I wasn't planning on bringing her up here. This is our space. I wasn't planning on putting my dick in her either. Forgive me?"

You stop and look at him, "Do you even want to be with me?" you ask softly.

Miles walks up to you and grabs your face with both hands. His thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

"I do. Help me be good for you? I want to be good for you." He put his forhead to yours and you closed your eyes.

"First lesson in being good for a girl. Don't be flirty or cuddle with other girls. If you wanna be with me, you can reserve those actions for me." You say and lean your face up to kiss him.

He puts you at arms length. "For real, are we doing this? " He was serious. You could see it in his eye.

"I'm still kind of mad at you. Ask me in the morning?" You say. Knowing that you're just taunting him at the moment. He knows it too.

Miles grabs you by the throat and backs you into the wall, throwing his mouth on yours and kissing you with such a need, that you get a little scared. It ignites you and you are quickly moaning into his mouth. You feel the corners of his mouth turn up. His hands are hot on you, tugging at your clothes. He drops to his knees, taking your underwear down your legs, and latching his mouth on your now dripping pussy.

"Always wet for me princess." He says eyeing you before he goes back to worshiping you between your legs.

If this is how he wanted to persuade you on all decisions, you would be very ok with that. His tongue expertly licking you. His lips sucking on you. You feel your legs shake and Miles pulls away. He picks you up and takes you to the bed. He stuffs a pillow under your back and crawls up your body, leaving kisses and nipping at you all the way up before he finally comes to your mouth. He kisses you deep at the same time that he plunges into you.

Your eyes widen and you moan out in pleasure. He catches your desire in his own mouth. Pumping in and out of you like he will never get to do it again, but also like he is punishing you. You skin slapping together with his. His hands roam your body. You feel like he just can't get enough of your skin on his. You start to rock in time with him, causing an earth shattering friction to build.

He tries to push further into you, but he's already hitting your back walls, it starts to hurt a little, so you adjust your hips and allow him to go deeper. At this point you're moaning so loud that you think the whole world can hear you. It doesn't take long for Miles to undo you and your world explodes. He slows down but he is still hard, he hasn't cum yet. You feel like you could go mad with how slow he is going. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing himself all the way back in. You can feel his strokes as he goes in and out of you. He slowly kisses you. Your pleasure starts to build again and you start crying. Miles' hands come up to your face. As he is still pumping in and out of you so slowly, he whispers,

"You are mine. I am yours. No one will ever touch you ever again except for me. My cock is the only one allowed to ever enter you again. Your pussy is the only one I ever want gripping me. I want you every day, for the rest of my life."

Your body convulses as a large wave of pleasure washes over you. Miles comes with you. He buries himself as deep into as he can and lays on top of you. He wraps himself in you and grips you tight.

"Miles? Baby? Are you ok?" You ask as he softly cries into your neck. "Look at me?"

He refuses to move but says, "I was dumb and scared. I do not want to lose you."

You gently caress his back and run your fingers through his hair. Soon you hear soft snores in your ear. You drop your arms to the side. You think about the fact that he's still buried in you and your body twitches with arousal. You wonder what you're supposed to do. You're happy that Miles wants you and only you. You're happy that he's willing to try. But he's on top of you, still buried in you. How were you going to get him to move?

You wiggle your hips just a little to try and shimmy him out and the angle youre at, his skin rubs on your clit, sending fire through your whole body. He still snores in your ear, but you can feel him getting hard again. Your body flares to life even more as his erection presses on your inner walls and you can hardly breathe. You start rocking with him in you, feeling his cock rubbing your insides once again has you mewling. It really is the best feeling in the world. He stirs and starts kissing your neck.

"Woman, I was sleeping comfortably. You just can't get enough of me can you?" He smiles and rocks in rhythm with you.

You push at him and signal you want on top. He gladly rolls you. When you're on top, you sit up and roll your hips on him. You know it won't take long for either you, your body shaking already and his cock is hard as a rock and twitching. You bounce and roll, feeling him hit you in such sensitive places. And once your pleasure reaches its peak again, Miles blows out a breath, slams into you, and cums right along with you. He grips your hips and refuses to let you lift off of him.

"What are you doing Miles? I need to pee." You say, looking at him with furrowed brows.

"I wanna see you grow a little me. You're not getting off to pee out any of me that's in you." He grins and pulls you down to his lips. He kisses you hard.

You push back up, he's still refusing to let you climb off.

"Miles, really. I have to pee. And don't you think you should talk to a girl about impregnating her?" You giggle.

He thinks on it. "I want to see your belly grow." He makes a swelling motion over your belly. "I want to see you hold something we make in your arms. I want you forever."

"You sound like a crazy person right now. You're lucky I love you and that I wouldn't mind holding a tiny you in my arms. But for real. I have to pee. And I'm on the pill. You've cummed in my quite a bit. My body will take you when it wants. You can't force it."

"The hell I can't." He growls and flips you again. But he pulls out and let's you up. "Hurry up and pee cuz I'm gunna cum in you all night long."

You get up and giggle. This man is gunna be your undoing.

....to be continued.

#miles teller smut #milesteller #18+ content

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cup-half-full-of-anxiety · 9 months

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Thoughts on Red White & Royal Blue

This will contain spoilers so don’t continue if you don’t wanna know.

First off, some people are saying that this was one of the best book to film adaptation, and I would just like to point out that that is completely untrue.

We all know that it’s Holes and no, I will not be taking any questions or comments on that matter at this time.

Also I can not express how excited I am for a queer romantic comedy. I am so excited to see queer love represented in a way that isn’t always seen. I do not want to take from that. But…

I was so let down.

They completely cut out the heart of the story. The casting and acting were great for what we got. Zahra was definitely not Zahra, so her and Sheen’s engagement really came out of left field because I don’t even remember them meeting. I hate that they cut out June and attempted to combine her with Nora, and then didn’t even give us Nora or Bre. We needed the White House trio. The three of them are such a force. I hate that we didn’t get Leo. I hated whatever that Miguel character was supposed to be a combination of.

Nick and Taylor did a great job with what they had. I do think that they were really great as Alex and Henry but the love wasn’t showing like it should’ve been. The distance between them and how they communicate through the emails is so important. We missed out on so much beauty from those emails.

“The phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.”

I really think it was the writing. It was so lacking, it didn’t make sense at time. Some scenes that were changed were changed in ways that just didn’t make sense, they could have been done how they were written in the book . The Lakehouse? Why wasn’t that dock scene done at night?. The end, when Ellen is reelected, you don’t even know that they’re in Texas. It’s like Alexx and Henry went all Stranger Things and made their way from DC to Austin on random bikes they found.

I’m just really sad that we didn’t get the pizza seen in the game room, we didn’t get Leo wearing a shirt that says “you can’t spell constitution without tits”. We didn’t get crazy analysis Nora, we didn’t get the karaoke scene. We got a Honkytonk? Why can’t that is still been a drag club? The kimonos?

But lastly. With how much they change the emails, and the fact that we didn’t get “history, huh?“ That’s what I think I have to be the most mad about. That is literally the quotes of the book.

There were some positives, but I can’t say that they outweigh the negatives. Where are the spicy scenes lovely? Yes. was the first time they had sex a little awkward? Yes. I wish that we got more of their cuddling, I always loved that Alex ended up being the little spoon.

I think it should have been a mini series. At least 3 to 5 episodes. The book just covers so much and has so much detail in certain areas that really needed to be played out that we didn’t get it. Richards wasn’t a big enough character. Amy wasn’t a big enough character but the person that played her was fantastic in the little bit that we did get.

Everyone who loved it, i’m so happy for you guys and I wish I could be feeling what you’re feeling. I love this book so damn much and when I first read it years ago my first thought after I put it down was “God I need to write the script”

#red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #RW&RB #rw&rb spoilers #Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

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espritdediamant · 1 year

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TREY FORGOES THE USUAL SONG AND DANCE: a note left with a surprise treat, a quick stop before classes, all his usual MO for delivering a gift. He hates being the center of attention on a normal day, never mind the pomp and circumstance and—enthusiastic extra efforts Heartslabyul goes for.

For Cater, though, he can make an exception.

Not that Trey has ever ambushed anyone, or plans to make a habit of it, but he’s already haunting the kitchen for the greater part of the weekend, if nothing else is necessary to see to. Cater’s a late sleeper when left to his own devices, and he adapts, no need to barge in first thing but laying in wait.

“Well, well. Good morning! You’re a sight for sore eyes.” (Just because he sees no need to rouse him doesn’t mean he can’t comment. It's well past one in the afternoon.) “I almost offered to give your lunch away to the freshmen.”

Sitting on the counter, a repurposed glass pastry cover keeps lunch from cooling too much. Trey can’t say he’s a plating expert by any means, but he does his best, a mock-up of a dish from a restaurant they end up haunting on a rare night into town. Sweet and spicy pork over rice, with the most eye-catching feature being the decorations on top. Tri-colored letters that would typically be reserved for the topping of cakes spells his name, staked into the pork somewhat cheekily.

Next to it, a rather small wrapped gift. Nothing thrilling, but practical, and—well, expected. The electric toothbrush is molded with the frankly terrifying card suit mascots of Cater’s favorite skate brand. It might be a knockoff. Trey doesn’t particularly care, and for the laugh alone, he’s sure Cater won’t mind, either.

“Happy Birthday, Cater—ha, well, whatever’s left of it.”

YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO MAKE THE most of each and every birthday—and it’s easy to, living on a flashy campus with even flashier traditions. Cater loved birthdays even before entering the fray of NRU’s social scene. Now? They’re unparalleled.

So, like, he means to make the most of it. It’s an accident that he ends up scrolling through his video feed until noon.

—An honest accident! He really had great intentions of making it an early morning, and really soaking up all of the goods that come with being the day’s centrepiece. But, alas, the gods that rule benevolently (mostly) over his algorithms were good today, and yeah, NGL, maybe it was just a touch too difficult to pry himself out of bed even without blaming the algo-gods.

Point is, at least, he does get up eventually, and the hour makes the first-stop an obvious one. Destination, kitchen. Not quite a detour, but Cater does have grander ambitions than lingering in the dorm all day, and he’s already eaten up lots of it, and—

❝ Oh, sup, Trey ♪ ❞

(The greeting’s a bit blearily made with a yawn. Like, Cater’s awake and up-and-at-’em like the best of ‘em, but, you know, just now adjusting to the people in front of him, not on a screen thing that happens once you get up.)

More importantly, what follows! Cater looks to the counter that Trey’s so casually lingering around—which is super normal for him, YK, so nothing new there—but in lieu of baked goods… ❝ Oh. Em. Gee. ❞

Yeah, that looks soooo good. Cater’s phone is back in his hand so quick he thinks that he summons it, actually, rather than reaches for it. ❝ Trey, CUTEEE! ♡ You seriously stepped up the plating game— ❞ The little letters. LOL. ❝ Ugh, okay, this is so fun. Totally could start a new trend for birthday meals, this lowkey looks better than any cake—no offense, you know your cakes are gorge, but… ❞

Much, much better. To say nothing of the toothbrush sitting just beside. He’s literally never seen this before, and he has HAUNTED those new collection drops like no one else. It has to be some sort of weird, niche side hustle knock off. Who wants toothbrush merch, anyway? Seriously a strange move to collab with, like, Colgate, and one he’s super sure doesn’t even exist.

It's so weird. He’s gonna find a way to fit this into the grid too. Cater loves it.

❝ Literally outsold, as always, ❞ he insists, a cheesed smile tossed across to Trey. ❝ Thank youuu. I need to get a good pic for the B-Day photodump and I’m starving AND I'm actually right on time for lunch, TYSM, so don’t threaten to give it away— ❞

(It’s a good foot to start this solar return, even if he’s only stepping out into it halfway through the day. For all intents and purposes?

His timing's pretty good.)

#𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺! | IC.#𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘮… | ASKS.#𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘺! | SAVE TAG.#𝘋𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰! ♡ | TREY.#[ crying imagining those lil letters shoved in pork ]#[ he is sO GOOD ]#[ ty trey ]

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enneamage · 2 years

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could you do an enneagram about nikibur? 🙏 I know this relationship was bad and I'm glad Niki is better now, but I'd like to know about them, their problems.

I can give my Spicy Opinion based on what I’ve deliberated about their personalities, but truth be told the two of them are further from their textbook descriptions. Wilbur is less reliable than a healthy three, and Niki has a difficult history that gives her certain reflexes on top of her predisposition. There’s also things that will probably be too specific to guess that happened behind the scenes, but I’m willing to bet that Wilbur’s push-and-pull problems became a big issue between them.

(I will do a writeup in an ask later about how Wilbur collects Nines like stickers, but that’s slightly less relevant here because of the way they met.)

I think they fucked up, together.

The blame shifts to Wilbur as time goes on, but through naivety and badly calibrated strategic thinking, they introduced the stressor of being a public couple who made their content about being a public couple. They knew what their gimmick was, and they both invoked it from the get-go—they would flirt on stream, farm awws, and then play coy when people asked about the obvious. They wanted to do the will-they-won’t-they bit and were in open competition with Carson & Kate. I think people feel morally obligated to forget how blatant they were, but they were incredibly in-your-face, and they mostly did it on purpose. They were more than just a public couple: they were straight-baiting, and they held onto it for a while because it gave them content.

And then the cons outweighed the pros. People started buying exactly what they were selling, finding them cute and investing in their personal lives. The thing is, they weren’t actually prepared to be any more demonstrative than they already were, and they both have a private streak that they wanted to hide each other behind. In a way it was an innocent failure to understand what crowds are really like, and what happens when you give a mouse a cookie. They found that they couldn’t put the toothpaste back in the tube, and at that point it was too late.

As an aside, women are competitive. They’re actually as competitive as men, but we treat the spite they treat other women with as anomalous because we think they’re supposed to be collectivistic or something. (People not noticing the double standard here is something that bothers me :P.) Needless to say, we usually don’t expect a female streamer to roll up and flirt with her Chad boyfriend without chat going nuts, because we know that people can be petty and jealous with the object of their affection. The same logic applies the other way around, but people tend to expect it less because women are meant to be more civilised or something. In the end we’re more equal than we know :P.

Niki doesn’t deserve the hate she got by any stretch of the imagination, but she got it all the same. She was heavily associated with Wilbur and had a personality people offhandedly summed up as ‘wholesome’ and ‘bland.’ She was endearing to some people, projected onto by others, and the object of vicious jealousy to (what I hope was?) a vocal minority. Not much active effort was put into seeing and understanding her as an individual, which has gotta be a mindfuck to go through, especially If you’re going through it virtually alone.

The on-paper ‘healthy’ love story between Threes and Nines is that Nines give Threes a space of unconditional and unjudgmental love. In return, Threes encourage Nines to develop themselves and shine on their own. The ideal is a feedback loop of mutual safety and encouragement, a very comfy duo. I won’t lie, I’ve seen this combination in the wild, they seem to happen more frequently than some other pairings and I can see why. This is also why I can only use the enneagram roadmap for them so much, because these two (or at least Wilbur) went off the rails.

Judging from what we’ve established about Wilbur so far, he’s good at making himself seem reliable, and then the payoff is so-so. To avoid being overly cruel I will say that Wilbur’s mental health was outstandingly bad at certain points in their timeline, so the situation has layers, but it probably activated some of his worst habits and Niki seems to have gotten the brunt of it. He liked being loved by her, and probably loving her back, but he didn’t have the mind to be her safe space consistently, which is a big part of what she needs out of a relationship.

Wilbur’s love interest persona is so distinct from the rest of him that it comes into question how real it is, and what the hell that even implies. The answers can range from ‘maybe he just gets inspired by the people he loves to behave differently’ to ‘American Psycho acting ass motherfucker.’ Threes can be a type that does romance, performs charm and builds fantasies about perfect love for them and their partner to live in. I think he pulled back when he was at his worst, maybe self-consciously hiding himself because he knew he wasn’t living up to his hype, maybe abandoning her when he wasn’t capable of meeting her needs. I don’t think he was entirely synthetic with her, because truth be told he’s not that good at lying for very long, but he did seem to make explicit and implicit promises that he went on to not keep. I remember the ”men are disappointing, actually” Niki clips, and I can tell who they’re about.

Some of the on-screen magnetism between Niki and Wilbur came from her being a cheerleader when he was feeling down. This is something that she elaborates on indirectly in her Dr. K video, she likes finding the places that she can slot into other people’s lives. Tragically for her, this is implicitly tied to the hope that they won’t leave her, which ended badly this time around. Wilbur was simple, in a way, just make the sad boy smile and make him feel better. Niki was on caretaker duty, which wouldn’t have been bad if he was able to match her energy and make things more reciprocal. Whether he was capable of returning her efforts in a way that wasn’t token or performative is up in the air, but in fairness, it looked like he had his moments.

Ultimately Wilbur couldn’t match Niki’s faithful, caring energy. Wilbur gets very self-absorbed in times of stress, and I’m actually kind of worried about what that looked like between them, because abandonment might have only been the tip of the iceberg.

I’m going to do something kind of rare and give Wilbur the benefit of the doubt on a few points. Wil, having a relatively functional sense of cause and effect, could probably put together that he was a big part of the problem whether he wanted to be or not. It was interactions with him and his audience that would wind up getting her attacked, so the simplest answer on that front was to just not do that. I also think he knew that their power gap was sketchy, and he might have been concerned about what it said about him. Ironically this might have caused him to hurt her more in the process as he was wrestling with it, but chat had her call him a nonce in their first date video, and in a roundabout way they had a point.

#I write to music relevant to the topic and I felt Actively Guilty for listening to Half Of My Heart as I wrote this thing #Listen to that if you’d like to smack face first into a wall #Your faith / is strong / but I can only fall short for so long #Down the road / later on / you will hate that I never gave more to you #than half of my heart #Don’t worry the story has a happy ending #She literally found someone to match her energy one-to-one nikifold is the exact same type #They bonded over being similar and in the same situation #wlbr 3w4 #Nki 9w1 #oh also the standard rule applies: Lore Is Real Actually #the themes of their relationship are more or less a mirror of what happened in the minecraft roleplay #which is an insane thing that i get to keep saying about this man's life

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