#till september i suppose

[sharkieboi]

finally got my man juice hell yeah

#shhh sharkie #hopefully gonna be able to be more consistent #was having a lot of trouble getting my prescription refilled so #it’s been about a month since my last T shot #which does not make me happy #but changed pharmacies and we’re gonna see if that helps #also i have a consultation on the books to get sterilized! yay!! #probably tubes tied but that comic the other day hasr #thinking so i’ll ask about that too #it’s not till september anyway so we’ll get there when we get there #anyway. man juice time. #i just want to be on T consistently and let my body get back to how it’s supposed to be #i asked my doctor about implants cause i’d literally rather get cut open than fight with the pharmacy #straight up told her ‘if i have to make more than one phonecall to get my prescription i just won’t’ #like my adhd and anxiety combined do Not give me the mental space to make multiple phonecalls for a thing it Sucks #i just want to send an email or fill out an online form or click a thing in an app please do not make me call #okay i’m ranting so anyway #yay T!! finally got my shot!!!

[igotanidea]

Family rules: Damian Wayne x reader

Christmas bingo day 23 : midnight kiss

The first time she truly understood the meaning of the proverb heart over mind was on a school trip in September.

He was just standing by the wall, doing nothing except staring into space with those piercing green eyes.

Such pretty eyes

Such devilish, snake eyes.

Acting like he was who knows who.

Arrogant, cold, keeping his distant, rough, self-absorbed, not caring about anything or anyone.

Just like his father.

Damian Wayne.

***

Y/N had the misfortune of being born into a technological company family. Obviously she didn’t know it when she was a kid, but the word Wayne was inflected in her home on all occasions.

Wayne this, Wayne that...

 sort of spell or- more likely - a curse.

Damn it!

She was 12 when she gathered enough courage to ask her father what this was about. A mistake she only made once, cause even the mention of the Bruce Wayne and his famous, profitable company made her father see red.

That's how she found about the on-going competition between her father and Damian's one.

Obviously it was not like she was excluded from family rules and allowed to live in a bubble. Y/N was supposed to hate the entire Wayne family, the progenitor, his adopted kids and everyone who even came close to them. The only blood son included.

The only problem?

Said blood son was attending the same school, the same class as Y/N was. Which meant a lot of time spend together.

And you just command a teenager to do something and hope they'll listen. It's pretty much impossible, if not foolish belief.

***

In her defence - she tried.

She really tried to hate Damian.

But for five years, his name has been coming to her from every way on every occasion.

Wayne this, Wayne that.

Damn it!!

She could tear her hair out in utter desperation. How was she supposed to not think about him when all the world seemed to be dead set to remind her of his existence.

Of his stupid, unnecessary existence.

With his stupid, idiotic smile and his ridiculous handsome face and infuriating behaviour and the tendency to just be mean all the fucking time.

The internal fight between what she felt and how she acted made her clench her fist and grit her teeth every time Damian came into her view. The little bastard has been doing it on purpose just to see her flustered and enraged. It was like he was trying this best to show his superiority and just rub it into her face.

„L/N.”

„The hell you want Wayne?”

„Will you be attending this year’s New Year's Eve?”

„Will I what now?” she raised her gaze, unable to hide the confusion.

„want me to spell it out for you or something”?”

„Hm.” she muttered „I had no idea you knew how to do that Wayne.”

„I;m only telling you because I know you have problems with reading.”

„Clearly you have a problem with understanding simple things.”

„What I understand is that your father was left out when the invitations were being send. Are you finally going bankrupt”

„You little piece of-!” before she could stop herself her palm met with his cheek with a loud slap.

Shit.

He got exactly what he wanted. Provoked her and got the awaited reaction. She exposed herself, cause acting so dramatically only proved her contradictory, violent emotions he evoked in her.

„Nice one. Didn’t think you had it in you.” he wiped the little drop of blood she drew with her nails.

„Trust me I had it in me ever since you invaded the class.”

„I’ll let you make it even when you invade Wayne Manor for the party.”

„Though you said my family wasn’t invited?”

„It’s a charitable thing to open the door for the poor. I’ll see to it personally.”

„Such a generosity on your part, Mr. Wayne.” she rolled her eyes. „You can take your fake bounty and shove it up-”

„I can’t wait till you meet Todd. You two have so much in common.”

„Your older brother? Yeah, from what I heard you two have quite a rocky relationship. Maybe we’ll gang up on you.”

„Can’t wait.” Damian laughed dryly and with a mischievious glint in his eyes walked away not bothering to say another word.

***

„I;m not going.”

„You;re going.”

„I am so not going!”

„You don’t have a say in the matter!”

„Last year you said that new year’s party is not a place for kids!”

„You’re not a kid!”

„I’m 17! I;m a kid!”

„You ran away from home few months ago. You’re not a kid. You’re going. End of discussion.”

„If I’m not a kid then how come I can’t make a decision on this?” she smiled at her father with absolutely innocent eyes, pointing out all the holes in his logic.

Well-

He didn’t take her defiance in a good way.

Almost dragging her to the wayne manor, but dragging nevertheless.

***

Vomiting.

That’s how she felt entering the place,

Running away.

That’s how she felt walking up the steps and being thrown to the sharks when all the gazes landed on her and her father.

Hiding.

That’s how she felt when the gravity of being judged only based on her clothes and outlook sunk in.

Instead Y/N was forced to fake a smile, dance and do the rounds pretending to have fun.

All for the glory and good publicity of her father’s company.

Worst part?

He has been watching.

Like a predator in the darkness, waiting to strike when she was least suspecting it.

„Mr L/N.” Damian crept behind the girl and her father and she was sure he only did it on purpose to startle her. „Would you mind if I steal your daughter for a dance.

The tragicomic of the situation was truly poetic.

Her father went pale. Then red. His jaw got tense. Then loose. And then he smiled forcefully nodding his head, unable to say the dreaded yes. Apparently being torn between the devil (his daughter dancing with the son of his archenemy) and the deep blue sea (offending the host) was too much to handle.,

Too bad, Y/N had no chance to object or get away before Damian led her to the dancefloor.

„It’s not XVIth century Wayne, women can make their own decisions.” she hissed not really happy about his hands circling around her waist.

„Then run away if that’s what you want. I dare you.”

„I’m not going to make a scene here!”

„thought so.” he chuckled, capably leading her in the dance.

„what the hell is that supposed to mean!?”

„absolutely nothing.”

„I’ve known you for five years. There’s never nothing with you Damian.”

‘You used my name, Y/N.”

‘And you repeated my mistake.”

„Maybe it’s not a mistake?” he pulled her slightly closer, causing her to let out an involuntarily gasp. „I’m just saying-”

„I’m supposed to hate you.” she whispered making a turn and then a swirl

„So you don’t.” this was not a question but a statement, his hands trembling slightly. It was hard for him to keep the attitude while dealing with a whirlwind inside. He was 17 and liked a girl, having no idea how to behave to not make a fool out of himself, get embarrassed and lose in her eyes.

„don’t let it get into your head.” she whispered pressing herself closer to his body. They were dancing and it was only because of that.

„Me?” Damian smiled but it came unnoticed due to her head leaning on his shoulder „I think you’re the one who’s fantasising.”

„You sure you’re not hoping for a midnight kiss?” she mocked

„Are you?”

„no.”

„me neither.”

Bruce and f/n were carefully watching their kids.

Damian and Y/n couldn’t care less.

Family drama and conflicts seemed light years away at that moment.

 Future could be figured out later.

Part 2: moment of weakness

#damian wayne x reader #robin x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #robin x you #robin x y/n #damian wayne fluff #christmas bingo #batfamily x reader

[lotusmi]

hii! I wanted to share a sucess story !! I thought abt sharing this for a while now because it changed my whole life.

TW! suicidal thoughts

I’m lia, 16 and diagnosed with last stage brain cancer. I got diagnosed in september 2022. The doctors told me theres nothing they can do cause my brain already started to shut down (problems with speaking, not being able to move some parts of my body). Therapy’s didnt work and they werent able to do a surgery because the chance I’d pass was too high. They basically just kept me alive in the hospital. I cried a lot the last months and thought that it would be better if i go by myself if you know what I mean.

In january I discovered the LOA and I was like what no way but i tried it out and simply said IT WORKED.

I woke up a few weeks ago and were able to move my body like its supposed to be and i were able to speak properly. I screamed and my mum woke up cause of the way i screamed😭(she had a bed next to me in hospital cause she didnt want to leave me)

When the doctor came in he asked whats wrong and i explained everything, He checked me and he was shocked cause the tumor got smaler and stopped affecting parts of my brain. He literally didnt spoke for minutes cause it was 100% safe i’d die in the next weeks. The last few days i had daily check ups and the tumor is gone. FULLY GONE.

I’m so happy i cant even describe how i feel. Its still too much for me to comprehend. I’m able to go out with friends without worrying abt anything & more.

If you read till here, thank you. Dont give up. LOA IS REAL!!

Suuuuuccessss storyyyyy 😭omg angel I am about to cryy!! 💕💗😭

Hi Lia! I don't even know where to start. I am with no words. I can't even express how much I am happy and pround of you. How every word you said made me feel exactly how you felt, I am so much happy for you. This is so beautiful, you are of course an amazing person, and I am sure you deserve all the best in this world and in all other realities. Again, I am so pround of you. I am so pround that you made it, I am so pround of how you was strong. I am so happy you shared this wonderful story with me. I hope you keep sending me asks of all the success I know your life will made of! I am sure you will live all your biggest dreams!

Congrats, my angel! 💕🎀💐🌷 🌼 🌻 🌼 🌻

ps: your name is so pretty! 💌

#success story #law of assumption #loatumblr #loa advice #loa tumblr #loa blog #loassumption #lotuses success #living in the end #manifesting #motivation #motivacional

[humanpurposes]

Just for a Moment, part ii

Tom Bennett has a habit of climbing through her bedroom window whenever he's in trouble // Main Masterlist

Tom Bennett x OFC

Warnings: 18+, smut, Tom Bennett's daddy issues, mentions of war and death

Words: 5000

A/n: Also available to read on AO3.

Monday 18th September, 1939

He can’t count the time as he waits but it feels like hours, leaning against the wooden gate, fiddling with his release papers. He’s still in the same jumper he was wearing two weeks ago when those coppers came for him, and he smells like a wet dog.

He supposes he should count himself lucky, all things considered. It’s not the first time he’s been arrested, and it’s not the first time he’s been threatened with jail time. Everything had caught up to him, but he’d found an escape, like he always does.

He still can’t get the look of disappointment in Kitty’s face out of his head.

Something’s clawing at his mind, a restless feeling, like there’s something he’s forgotten but he can’t put his finger on it.

Finally he spots Lois and his dad. He starts to pull the jumper over his head. “Either of you started to smoke? I’m dying for a fag.”

Lois holds out a clean shirt for him.

“Didn’t bring my overcoat then?”

His sister glowers.

“I’m joking,” he draws out, tossing the jumper into her arms. He slips the shirt over his head and walks on. If either of them want to ask him about his little sabbatical, he’d rather it be a short and sweet conversation.

“When are you in court then?” Douglas asks, he and Lois walking a pace or so behind him.

“I’m not.”

“You’ve been on remand for two weeks, they must have charged you with something.”

“They were going to,” Tom says, bringing his arms through the sleeves and doing up the buttons on the front of the shirt, “but I said I’d join up.”

He knows why his dad hesitates. “You’d be better off in there,” he says.

“I won’t actually be joining up, dad. I’m a conscientious objector.” He knows he’s far too smug about the whole thing, it seems to irritate people, and he thinks maybe that’s why acts the way he does. 

“Since when?” Lois says.

Tom turns his head over his shoulder and grins. “About half an hour ago?”

The bus to Longsight stops just outside Gregory’s shop. He spots Kitty behind the counter through the glass. She doesn’t see him though, she’s writing something down. He asks Lois for some change and says he’ll see her and dad at home.

He takes a deep breath before he pushes on the door handle. The bell doesn’t distract Kitty from what she’s doing, but it gives him a few moments to admire the sight of her in deep concentration. She frowns rather sternly, pressing, pouting and biting her lips while she tries to think. Then with a frustrated huff she sets her pencil down and looks up.

She looks stunned at the sight of him. “Afternoon,” she says.

“Afternoon.”

“Not in prison anymore?”

He shrugs casually. “Didn’t get charged with anything.”

The edge of her mouth quirks. “And that makes it alright then?” 

He stops himself from rolling his eyes. Kitty has a remarkable talent for disguising her anger as passivity, but he knows better than to ignore it.

“Not charged on account of me joining up– for the war, like.”

“Oh right,” she says, folding her arms. “What did you come here for, toy gun and a uniform?”

“No,” he says, placing sixpenny on the counter, “usual.”

She looks at the coin, and then at him, before she turns to the shelf to get him the cigarettes and places the packet on the counter.

He’s never minded silences with Kitty before, they both seem to be able to sit in them, not having to needlessly fill the spaces. There’s nothing comfortable or familiar about this. He can see the rise and fall of her chest and her nostrils flaring when she puts the money through the till. The change rattles inside the draw as she slams it shut. 

“Cheers,” he mutters. He opens the packet and slips out a cigarette, only to realise they’d taken his lighter off him when he was arrested.

He taps it against the counter and Kitty just watches him. He has the feeling she might want him to leave.

“I’m not really joining up,” he says, “I’m gonna be a pacifist.”

“Tom Bennett the conchie?” she smirks.

Seeing her smile is like watching the sunrise, one of life’s little triumphs. He hopes he’s managed to break through the cold exterior.

“Dad’s giving me some leaflets and all,” he adds with a grin.

“You’re really committing then?” she asks, but there’s something sharp about her tone.

He feels his face soften. “What’s that mean?”

She huffs through her nose and turns her head away for a moment. “Well it’s obvious you’re only doing it because it gets you out of something you don’t want to do.”

“That’s sort of the point of pacifism, isn’t it?”

“Not in your case, no. You’re doing this to avoid going to prison.”

He scoffs, but he knows she’s right. Perfect Kitty Wheelan, she’s always right about everything.

“Would you rather that then?” he says, grimly.

“No! For Christ’s sake, of course I’m glad you’re not in prison!”

“So what’s your problem then?” he exclaims. “Because the only alternative is getting shipped off to die in some stupid war!”

He’s gone too far, he can see it in her eyes, they way they go wide and glassy. She takes a few moments to catch her breath, and when she blinks a tear rolls from each of her eyes.

“They’ve already gone, Eddie and Art. They’ve been sent to Belgium. Stevie’s not signed up yet, but he wants to.”

Two weeks. He’s been gone for two weeks and the war is already pressing on.

“Kitty…” he says softly, placing his hands on the counter, but she doesn’t reach for him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.”

She takes a slow breath. When she looks up at him his heart stops for a moment. She’s so beautiful, even when she cries.

“Tom,” she says softly, “if you’re going to do something, do it for the right reasons. Do it because you believe in it.”

His hands twitch on the counter. He looks at her with the face that she usually finds convincing, hoping somehow she’ll understand how desperate he feels, how much he wants her to just take his hand.

“Alright, Kitty!” calls the voice of Mr Gregory, appearing from the storeroom. “That’s you done for the day—” he freezes when he sees Tom.

“Thanks, Mr Gregory,” Kitty says, quickly wiping her cheeks and undoing her apron. “Are you sure you don’t want help closing?”

“I’ll be alright, lass,” the man insists, “you deserve a few hours off.”

She won’t look at him, but Tom waits for her to get her coat and her bag, and follows her out the door as she leaves.

He fiddles with one of the cigarettes he can’t light, walking beside her towards Slade Grove. His arm brushes against her shoulder every so often.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, “for shouting, it was uncalled for.”

“Yes it was,” Kitty says.

“It’s just, you know, criminal charges’ll stick with me for life, and if I die as a soldier, then what was the point in signing up in the first place?”

He watches her face wince at the mere thought, but she keeps her head up and her shoulders strong. She doesn’t say another word to him. 

An odd feeling of panic settles in his stomach. He tries to think of all the things he could say to make things right, to get her to at least look at him. The panic only mounts as they get closer to the Wheelans’ front door. 

“Kitty,” he says as she reaches into her handbag for her keys.

Her eyes slowly come to him, with a sad but expectant look.

His heart could burst. There’s so much he could say but no words come to mind, like his eyes just see her and accept the sight completely. 

“Kitty I—”

Suddenly the door swings open. Nancy Wheelan looks like she’s ready to go somewhere by the green coat and the brown leather handbag on her arm.

“Oh,” she says, looking between the two of them. “Is the shop still open?”

“Mr Gregory’s closing. If you want something you should get there quick,” Kitty says.

“No matter, I can wait until tomorrow,” Nancy says, before she turns her eyes to Tom.

“Mrs Wheelan,” he says, as inoffensively as he can.

Kitty shifts her weight on her feet.

“Tom,” the woman replies, curtly. Your father tells me you’ve been on remand.” Like mother like daughter, never ones to avoid stating the obvious.

“Oh, um, yeah,” Tom says, tucking the cigarette behind his ear. He’s hardly going to get invited in for tea by the stern look on Nancy’s face. “I’d better be off,” he says, and turns to Kitty one last time. “I’ll see you around.”

Kitty nods and quickly follows her mother inside the house. He can’t help but feel the slam of their front door is deliberate.

Douglas leaves some pamphlets out for him on the kitchen table, along with a spare lighter. He sits with his feet on the table, eyes skimming over the words, flicking the lighter open and shut. No matter how hard he tries to concentrate, his mind always seems to wander to Kitty.

When Lois comes back from her gig, torn between delight and despair at Harry’s return to Manchester, Tom sits on the windowsill in their bedroom, blowing smoke through the open window. Across the road, Kitty’s bedroom light is on, the curtains wide open.

He wonders if it’s an invitation.

“He said he loved you, didn’t he?”

Lois is tucked into her bed on the other side of the curtain that divides the room, the duvet up to her chin. “That was before he went away,” she says groggily.

“Yeah and a bloke isn’t going to say it more than once,” he says, tapping the ash from the cigarette, “not unless he’s feeling guilty.”

“It wasn’t like before,” Lois says, “he said things were different…”

“He’d just be nervous,” Tom muses. “He didn’t write, temper on you, bloody hell who wouldn't be, eh?”

There’s a flicker of a shadow in Kitty’s window.

“Why are you sticking up for him?” Lois giggles from her bed. “You don’t even like him.”

A figure blocks out the light and then she’s there. 

Look at me.

She slides the window closed and turns the lock. 

Come on, look at me.

She reaches up for the curtains and before she draws them, she turns her head to their house. He lowers his cigarette. She’s looking at him, dead in the eyes, he’s sure of it, even if his face will be hard to see.

She closes the curtains and the light switches off soon after that.

He huffs through his nose and collapses onto his front on the bed. “I’m sticking up for you,” he says, taking another drag, “couldn’t cope for a minute if you went wobbly. Neither could dad.”

“Of course you could, you’d look after each other.”

He doubts that. He’s always been one to disappear when dad has one of his episodes, or sits in his bedroom, crying into mum’s old cardigans because the smell of her is starting to fade. It’s too much. It’s frustrating. It makes him want to shout and scream because why can’t dad just pull himself together? Instead he slips out the backdoor, smokes in the alleyway behind the houses, hunches himself over a pint in the pub, or finds himself in Kitty’s bedroom, just for a few moments of peace.

“You’re the one he needs, Lois. Me…” He pouts his lips as he takes another drag and inhales the smoke into his chest. It burns a little until he breathes it out. 

Kitty doesn’t let him smoke in her bedroom, in case her parents or one of the lads found out, but she says she likes the smell of it. She muttered it once, about a year ago, when he’d shown up at her window with a flask of whisky he’d filled from dad’s stash under his bed. They drank while her parents were at the pub and the boys were having some kind of party downstairs, until all they could manage were giggles that left them scarce for air as they tried to stay quiet. She curled into his arms that night and nuzzled into his neck, pulling herself into him with every breath she took.

“Because you smell like you,” she’d said in an airy voice, “Like fags and sweat and sweets.”

He kissed her temple, then her cheek, then her neck, but she was already falling asleep by the time his lips grazed the corner of her mouth. 

If she remembers that night, she never mentions it, and she’s never tried to kiss him back. He doesn’t blame her.

“... I’m just a bloody nuisance.” 

Tuesday 19th September, 1939

He comes back from the recruitment office with his hands in his pockets. Some pacifist he makes, almost starting a fight in the queue. He can’t even laugh at himself. He heard the word “coward” and he knew he couldn’t go through with it.

As he walks past the Wheelan’s house, he sees the light in the front room isn’t on. Usually that’s where the boys all sit, but with Eddie and Art gone the house must be quiet these days. He wonders what Kitty will make of the recruitment papers in his back pocket.

When he makes his way into the kitchen, Lois is busy with ironing, and his dad is looking at the papers through his spectacles. 

“Kałuszyn’s a German victory,” Douglas mutters as Tom drapes his jacket over the opposite seat. “Only took a day.”

“How was the recruitment office?” Lois asks.

Tom exhales through his mouth and places the papers in front of his dad, new but already folden and crinkled.

Once Douglas has read what he needs to, he lowers his spectacles.

“The navy? The blood navy? You can’t even steer a pedalo.”

“At least it’s not the army,” Tom says with a shrug, “and I’m not going to prison, so…”

“I must be stupid,” Douglas says, “I thought you’d actually become a pacifist, really believed in it.”

“I don’t really believe in anything for long, dad,” Tom says, curling his fist on the table in front of him. “At least I’m fighting on the right side, at least give me that!”

“Everybody thinks that, every war that’s ever been fought,” Douglas says.

“Yeah well this one’s different.”

“Every war’s different!” Douglas bellows, tossing his spectacles onto the table. “Until it’s the same.”

Tom hangs his head. He knows he’s not a coward, and yet he’d still found himself switching to a different line once it had all calmed down. He knew he was stubborn, but this, signing up for a war to prove a point to a stranger… the worst part is he’s stubborn enough to go through with it.

“Lois, talk some sense into him!” their father says.

Lois can be so quick to anger, but with dad she always manages to stay perfectly calm. “I can’t do that dad. I think he’s right to join up.”

Tom can’t bring himself to look up, even when he hears his dad scoff at her.

“At least he’s getting out in the world,” she says. 

“Yeah, to get shot or blown up!”

Tom snatches up the recruitment papers as he stands, reaching for his jacket on the back of the chair. Lois’s eyes are a silent plea begging him to stay but he knows if he’ll just make things worse.

As he slams the kitchen door his dad shouts after him, “and do the same to lads no older than him, who have no more idea why they’re fighting either!”

He walks to the end of the red brick wall, where the alleyway leads to the main street. With his back against the wall and his head thrown back, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and lights a cigarette. 

It’s all bollocks, he concludes. The war, the signups, the idyllics and the madmen signing their own death warrants. He’s no righteous pacifist, but he’s not exactly a hero either. There’s no right side for him, not really.

He rattles some change in his pocket; he could use a pint, but he thinks there’s somewhere else he’d rather be. So he waits at the end of the alley, until the street is silent and he’s sure most of the residents will have gone to bed.

When he walks out onto the street he looks up at Kitty’s window. The curtains are closed but the window is open and the lights are on.

He’s well used to climbing up there by now. He avoids the view from the window to the lounge and pulls himself up the drainpipe and bay window. For the last little bit he has to slot his feet between the bricks, put his hands on the ledge below Kitty’s window and lift himself onto it. 

There are two voices on the other side of the curtains. He holds his breath and awkwardly looks around the street, but thankfully there’s no one around to spot him.

“I thought you were going to wait a bit longer,” Kitty says.

“I can’t keep putting it off,” Stevie replies, “not while Eddie and Art are out there risking their lives. Even Connie says she and Lois are auditioning for ENSA. We’ve all got to do our bit.”

“But we need you here, too,” Kitty says.

“I’m not having this conversation with you again.” The door handle rattles as someone reaches to open it.

There’s a pause, then Stevie sighs. “I’ll stop by the shop on my way home.”

She doesn’t reply.

“Night, Kitty,” Stevie says.

She grumbles back, “night.”

The door closes. Kitty releases a shaky breath that makes his heart ache. Her footsteps move across the floor towards the bed. He hears her sheets rustle and the light switch off. Surely she realises she’s left the window open?

He cautiously pushes the curtains back with a slight scraping noise of the rings against the curtain frame. He swings his legs inside and ducks his head under, kicking off his boots before he moves towards the bed, careful to avoid the floorboards he knows are creaky.

Kitty lies facing the wall and close to it, leaving a small amount of space on the mattress beside her.

He takes off his jacket, belt and jumper, leaving on his slacks and shirt, and lifts a corner of her duvet, slotting in against her back. He places the hand that isn’t underneath him on her arm, tracing up and down, along the texture of her skin.

Kitty hums dreamily. She takes his hand and clutches it against her stomach, so his arm falls around her waist. He holds her tighter, bringing her further into him until he can feel the curve of her spine against his shirt.

“I’m sorry I was such an arse to you earlier,” she mutters. 

He brushes the hair from her neck, his eyes inches from her bare skin. Her nightgown is starting to slip down her shoulder too. She smells sweet, like red sweets and vanilla perfume. 

“It’s my own stupid fault,” he says, softly, but they’re so close she’ll hear every word. “Besides, didn’t even go through on the pacifist thing. I signed up for the navy this morning.”

Her hair flicks in his face as she turns to her other side. His arm settles back on her waist and the tip of her nose barely brushes his own.

“You did what?”

“Signed up for the navy,” he says.

“You did not,” she breathes.

He swallows his disappointment. It was what she wanted, wasn’t it? For him to find a principle, to do something for the right reasons?

“What are you so upset for?” he says, “I’m the one who has to go, not you.”

She nods, but he can see the tears welling in her eyes.

“And Stevie’s signing up too,” he realises.

She huffs, the way she usually does when she’s upset but she pretends not to be. “That’s it then, once you and him are gone, I’ll have no one.”

He takes her hand and brings it between their chests, clasping it tightly. “Oh my pretty Kitty,” he grins, knowing how much she hates it when he calls her that, “you’ve got your mum and dad, you’ve got mates. Dad and Lois adore you. You’ve got your job, you’ve got a life here.”

“You’re a part of my life too,” she says.

It knocks the breath from his lungs.

“I’ve signed up now. Couldn’t take it back even if I wanted to.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Kitty says.

His chest feels like it might crush under the weight of it all. “But you said—”

“I know what I said, just… why’d you have to get yourself caught up in all these messes?”

He sees it in the way she looks at him, not exasperated or angry just, sad. He’s never really understood why she seems to take his mistakes so personally.

He turns his head further into the pillow and moves his tongue over his teeth. “Some bloke at the recruitment office said I was a coward for queuing up with the conchies.”

Kitty’s lip trembles. “So what?” she whispers.

“Squared up to him, didn’t I? But when it came to putting my name down… I don’t know, I just couldn’t do it. See the grief dad gets for his paper, what would people think of me if I stayed home while men are laying down their lives?”

Her chest rises and falls as she sighs, slowly, deeply. 

“Maybe it’s me,” he says. “Maybe I’m a bad person.”

“You’re not a bad person,” she says, placing her hand on his jaw, fingertips stoking lightly over his neck. “You’re just…”

“Just what?”

She smiles sadly. “You’re just stupid.”

He smiles back, and nudges his forehead against hers. The rest of the house is so quiet he worries he’s breathing too loudly.

“Kitty,” he whispers, sliding his hand along her waist and into her back, pulling her closer, closer.

“Yes?” 

His palm maps every curve and detail along her body, her back, her hips, her rear, her thighs, the feeling of her skin and the way she shudders at his touches. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers.

Her smile is wide and unashamed. She puts her arms over his shoulders and gently presses her lips to his. 

They had kissed before, once or twice when they were kids. Back then they thought it was hilarious, another secret they could keep with each other, and they felt so grown up at even just the briefest peck of their lips.

Kissing Kitty now is unlike anything he’s done before. It’s slow and steady, and he savours every moment of it, the softness of her mouth, her hands in his hair, the little hum she gives when he kisses her neck and the way she arches her back when he slips his thigh between her legs.

She follows his lead at first, but finds her stride soon enough, kissing him deeper, holding him closer as she slowly starts to rut her hips against him, grinding into his thigh.

He whispers her name into her mouth, desperately squeezing her waist through her nightgown as he feels himself becoming hard against her stomach. And it hurts. Everything about her consumes him, sets him on edge and lulls him into a calm and assured warmth.

Her hands slip between them, unsure but determined fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt. He catches on and quickly has it over his head, leaving it forgotten on the floor.

She pauses, her eyes, palms and fingertips running over the bare skin revealed to her, the light patch of hair on his chest, the lines of his muscles, the small moles running down his torso and the scar on his bicep where he’d broken his arm years ago. 

She slips further, brushing over the bulge in his slacks. Tom clenches his teeth and places a hand over hers, bucking under her touch. 

“Can you take these off?” she says, and with that doe-eyed look, how could he ever refuse her?

He lifts his hips and shuffles his slacks past his ankles, and soon those are on the floor too. He looks back to Kitty, with a pleased grin.

She teases her fingers over the fabric of his boxers. “Those too?”

He removes the final layer, smiling at Kitty’s apparent fascination. She cautiously feels along his naval and his hips, until she comes to his cock. She traces her fingertips over it, already half-hard.

He positions her hand around it and guides her to stroke up and down. Their eyes meet. Even through the low light and the dreamy haze of his own want, she’s beautiful, lips parted, brows in a wanting frown, and the corners of her mouth curling up. When she brushes her thumb over the tip, he thinks he might come there and then.

He leans up, kisses her cheek and whispers in her ear. “I want to see you too.”

She comes to her knees and lifts her nightgown over her head. He leans his head against the headboard, a contented sigh leaving his lips at the sight of her. She’s perfect. How could she be anything less? 

He reaches for her hips, bringing her to straddle him. Never parting from her body, his hand slides along her waist to one of her breasts, squeezing gently and dragging his thumb over her perked nipple. He starts to guide her with his other hand, rocking her hips back and forth, dragging her wet centre along his cock. He bites down on his lip to stop himself from groaning at the little whimper that catches in her throat, and the feeling of her gliding against him, so warm and practically soaked. 

She braces herself against his chest. “Tom,” she whines, though it’s barely above a breath. He can feel her trying to move faster, desperate for friction. “I want more, please…”

He hushes her, placing a finger to her lips. He turns his head to the floor, impressed with himself that his slacks are just within reach. He takes a packet from one of the pockets and tears it open with his teeth, sliding the condom along his length.

He leans up again and catches her lips in a gentle kiss. “Are you alright with this?” he says, “we don’t have to.”

Kitty holds his face in her hands as she lifts her hips. “I want to,” she utters.

Tom positions his tip to her entrance and holds her as she slowly starts to sink down. He can’t help the low groan that sounds in his throat no matter how much he tries to resist, but she’s so tight, so perfect.

She gasps and clenches her hands in his hair, but is determined to keep taking him, until their hips meet and he bottoms out. They stay like that for as long as she needs, catching her breath, getting used to the feeling of him inside her.

“Good girl,” he hums, tracing his thumbs over her stomach. “How do you feel?”

Kitty’s eyes flutter and she nods. “It hurts a little, but it feels good.”

“This should help,” he says, circling his thumb over her pearl.

She clasps a hand over her mouth as she lets out a short gasp and braces herself against him again. 

“Fuck, does that feel nice, pretty Kitty?” he grins.

Her moans are starting to make too much noise. If they go any further they might wake up her whole family. Not fancying having to explain a black eye or any broken limbs to his dad or commanding officer, he takes Kitty in his arms and brings her to lie down beside him again, keeping his cock nestled inside her.

He brings her head close to his shoulder. “I’m going to start moving, tell me if you want to stop.”

She nods, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"And I know it feels good but you need to be quiet too, yeah?"

"Yes," she utters, "please, just..."

He starts to fuck her slowly, finding a rhythm that ensures the bed doesn’t make any noise as it rocks. He draws her pleasure from her gradually, his cock dragging through her and his fingers circling over her pearl. He can feel it when she starts to clench around him, her hips moving against him to match his thrusts. 

They fall apart together, silencing their moans into each other’s necks.

The quiet of the night feels precious; two people existing in the same space, breathing the same air, sharing the same heat, clinging to each other like they’ve always done. 

She kisses him again, messily, like she’s drunk. Somewhere in it she loses her focus, her mouth slides along his jaw and she giggles into his neck.

“Are you tired?” he says.

“I think so,” she mumbles.

“Come here then.” He slides slowly out of her and turns onto his back, one arm draped over her shoulders. She leans into him, keeping a hand against his skin, over his heart.

Kitty snores softly in her sleep but he doesn’t mind it. 

He visits her every night for the next week, until he’ll have to leave for his training. He waits until all the lights in the Wheelans’ house are off, then sneaks in through the window and discards his clothes before he climbs into her bed. They kiss and fuck as quietly as they can, until they’re both breathless and too tired to stay awake.

On his last night in Longsight, once Kitty is fast asleep, her breath fluttering against his chest and his fingers stroking over her hair, it occurs to him that he might love her. But he’s seen what a mess Harry and Lois made, saying stupid things like that before one of them went away. So he lets her sleep, and stay in blissful ignorance. 

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[yardofangels]

merry christmas gorgeous! how are you doing? hope you get a big ass Austrian under the tree this year! that being said, what does König think of christmas traditions? does he have a favorite? what kinds of gifts does he get?

omg merry christmas and happy holidays!!

im doing okay, so so so tired. working retail this christmas season has me DEAAADDDD

but this idea has me AAAALLLIIIIIVVVEEEEEE

unfortunately, no Austrian under my tree. devastating, really. but hopefully if there's no Austrian here, they must be with you!!

making the executive decision here to add a little smut. maybe its self indulgence, but i know some of ya'll will enjoy it, you little nasties. feel free to skip it if you like, everything non-smut related comes first!!!

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könig loves christmas. perhaps it's his central european upbringing, but he finds the spirit really comforting and reminisces over all the traditions from his childhood. he's not particularly into the 'white christmas' thing, he much prefers a christmas adorned with a little sense of spooky and will relate aaaalllllll the krampus myths to you by the light of the fire. just to see if he's able to scare you because he's mean

his favourite part of christmas is the food. the warm, home-cooked meals. the spices and seasonings that have you feeling toasty and calm well after the embers die out. he is truly impressed when you make a batch of pfeffernüse, and he surprises you with a bottle of his! own! mulled! wine!

he hands it over looking so proud of himself. a big cheesy grin on his face as he's already grabbing two glasses, so he can get your reaction to a taste test.

and he of course hits the nail on the head. it's delicious. he should be proud of himself!!

as for gift-giving, he struggles a bit when getting you gifts. as per usual, christmas always sneaks up on him far too quickly, and all of a sudden there are five days till he's supposed to give you something and he hasn't thought about it, much less started shopping.

but, he pulls it off!! success!! you watch as the space under the tree slowly gets filled over the course of the week. his gifts for you finally joining your gifts for him.

he pampers you, naturally. how could he not? generally steers to all the things that are going to make you feel pretty or expensive, because he wants you to feel like you look good, too.

buys you expensive-smelling perfume he swears you mentioned in march, skin-care you might have brought up in may, a book or two he thinks you told him about in july, a pair of shoes you raved about in september, a dress he saw in november that reminded him of you, and more.

he really does stun you with how much he remembers, and the fact that he did almost matters more to you than the gifts themselves. he puts so much thought into what he gifts you, and then has the audacity to ask you if it's enough. if you like them.

you pounce on him, knocking his stupid little christmas hat off and sending him backwards, dragging you with him. you giggle and cover him in kisses, mumbling in between them how wonderful he did. that you love it. he lights up, squeezing you tighter.

he stops you for a moment, saying he has one more thing.

pulls out a little box from his pocket, and drops it into your hand. watches with delight as you pop the lid and see a customised necklace, with a little pendant that says "K." on it. you get a bit teary, and ask him why he got this in particular for you.

he tells you it's so nobody mistakes that you belong to him.

alr a bit of smut below!!

GOOOOOOOD does he love sex in december. he loves how sensitive you are to his cold hands trailing your body, he loves how hot you get when you're trapped by his body heat and the thick blankets, he loves you in those skimpy pjs that do nothing to shield you from the freezing air, he loves that you always beg him to warm you up.

but he won't just take you in the bed on the cold nights. nope. he'll have his way with you anywhere. he doesn't know what it is, but he always seems to get more horny in the cold months. he just can't help himself, he'll do it anywhere.

in the kitchen while you're cooking dinner, lifting you onto the countertop so he can bury himself in you.

on the couch in the afternoon, letting his hand slide up between your thighs, then telling you to concentrate on the movie until you cave and crawl into his lap.

in the steamy morning showers you share, claiming that your gingerbread-scented body wash makes you smell too good to resist.

all through the month, his go-to excuses are "you're cold", "i'm cold", or "it's an early present." he's almost relentless, so you come to make a guessing game out of which one it's going to be. you always tease him about it, but it's not his fault! you just keep him so warm and cozy :((

ADOOOOORES cock-warming on the particularly nippy nights, too. he promises it's for sharing body heat and that it isn't uncommon among couples in the winter where he's from. but you know that's a bold-faced lie, you see the glint in his eye. you can feel the way he throbs inside you, and clenches his jaw against the skin on your neck.

nothing confirms that he's lying more, though, than when you are gently awoken by him. you think it must be serious, because he's usually adament on not waking you up.

but you turn your head and his entire face is red, with his puppy dog eyes staring at you.

"i can't concentrate on anything else, meine liebe. you were squeezing me in your sleep. please, let me take you. you'll be even warmer with my cum in you."

#irisintothevoid #irispenandpaper #iris answers #konig call of duty #call of duty mw2 #mw2 #konig cod #konig x reader #konig imagine #konig smut #GOD HES SO SCRIMBLY #he is a big festive person tbh hes just quiet about it #he doesnt like sharing it with anything more than immediate family #christmas is very...personal to him he guesses?? #omg this is so long sorry for slaying again

[petaltexturedskies]

September 30. The last day of a month and the last pages of a diary! I suppose each day the sun sets on many ends. the end of life, or of hope sometimes, of illusions…who knows? All my tears have fallen on your pages, all my smiles have beamed upon you, till you have swelled, and leave me to join the other books, to melt into one Book—my Life! Your strength will be the wave that will sweep me, carry me to the pinnacle of my life's task, whatever it may yet be. I love you. You are the treasure box of the things dearest to me—the images of someone who will never live again, the girl of today, older tomorrow. Time is the greatest thief of all; it carries away things that are never replaced or reborn. Tomorrow I will have lost something, the thoughts of today, but I will be learning other things, developing, crystallizing. So keep here for me all the things I have given you—the unsolved mysteries, the broken enchantments, the reflections of a storm-tossed soul, the reflections of a girl's simple exterior and complicated, perplexing interior life. They do not belong to me any more; they are yours. I love them in you because a creator always loves his creations, like a mother her children. But I part with you for the very love of them: you will keep them for me, unsoiled, while I travel through strange, perilous lands. And when I return, if I return, I will claim my children and carry them away to my House of Sleep.

Anaïs Nin in a diary entry dated 30 September 1920, featured in “The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin”

#in this day #september 30 #anais nin #anaïs nin #the early diary of anais nin #the early diary of anaïs nin #diaries #september #txt

[thethirdromana]

Van Helsing's misinformation

I took a look at some of the claims Van Helsing makes in his "immortal parrots" speech on the 26th of September.

Why was it that Methuselah lived nine hundred years, and 'Old Parr' one hundred and sixty-nine...

The oldest authenticated age that anyone has ever reached is 122 years (Jeanne Louise Calment, 1875-1997). Thomas Parr ('Old Parr') allegedly lived from 1483 to 1635 (which is 152 years, not 169) but the 1895 Dictionary of National Biography, which has an entry for Parr, is very sceptical about his claim, noting that his exact age was "attested by village gossip alone."

Here's Old Parr, painted by an unknown artist:

Do you know the altogether of comparative anatomy and can say wherefore the qualities of brutes are in some men, and not in others?

Comparative anatomy is a perfectly reasonable field, but coupled with "the qualities of brutes" and it being the 1890s, I strongly suspect this is some racist physiognomy bullshit (see p550 here for an example of how this looked in contemporary writing, if you must).

Can you tell me why, when other spiders die small and soon, that one great spider lived for centuries in the tower of the old Spanish church and grew and grew, till, on descending, he could drink the oil of all the church lamps?

This one is delightfully weird. It seems to be a telephone-game version of this story, printed in a variety of magazines and miscellanies (e.g.) since 1821:

The sexton of the church of St Eustace, at Paris, amazed to find frequently a particular lamp extinct early, and yet the oil consumed oil, sat up several nights to perceive the cause. At length he discovered that a spider of surprising size came down the cord to drink the oil. A still more extraordinary instance of the same kind occurred during the year 1751, in the Cathedral of Milan. A vast spider was observed there, which fed on the oil of the lamps... It weighed four pounds, and was sent to the Emperor of Austria, and is now in the Imperial Museum at Vienna.

Here's a photo of St Eustache:

In 1894 the story was reprinted in Notes and Queries, with the question: "Are the statements therein pure fiction? If not, can any one tell me how much we may safely believe? A spider weighing four pounds [1.8kg] is indeed a heavy tax on the reader's credulity."

In reality, the largest spider in the world is the Goliath birdeater, which weighs 175g.

Can you tell me why in the Pampas, ay and elsewhere, there are bats that come at night and open the veins of cattle and horses and suck dry their veins...

Vampire bats are real, and live in parts of South and Central America. The prey of the common vampire bat can include cattle (source). The quantity of blood that they drink is small - in the region of 100g, or about a fifth of a typical blood donation. Vampire bat predation can result in the death of much larger animals, but from infection, not draining them dry.

Here's a common vampire bat:

... how in some islands of the Western seas there are bats which hang on the trees all day, and those who have seen describe as like giant nuts or pods, and that when the sailors sleep on the deck, because that it is hot, flit down on them, and then—and then in the morning are found dead men, white as even Miss Lucy was?

From Wikipedia:

West Sea or Western Sea may refer to:

Atlantic Ocean

Pacific Ocean

Indian Ocean

Mediterranean Sea...

So that's not the most helpful starting point. I don't know which bats these are supposed to be, though hanging in trees like giant nuts makes them sound like fruit bats. In Van Helsing's defence, bats do carry a lot of viruses.

Can you tell me why the tortoise lives more long than generations of men...

Lovely to reach something that's just straight-up true. The current oldest living land animal is Jonathan, a 190+-year-old Seychelles giant tortoise.

... why the elephant goes on and on till he have seen dynasties...

Asian elephants live to be 50 or so; African elephants, 60-70 years. Weirdly, it seems to have been widely believed in the 1890s that elephants lived for a century; e.g. that's cited as fact in the 1894 Encyclopaedia Britannica. Either way, "dynasties" feels like an exaggeration.

... why the parrot never die only of bite of cat or dog or other complaint?

I've tried but I can't find where Bram Stoker got this one from. Maybe he made it up. The English Illustrated Magazine, 1897, contains an article complaining about how easily grey parrots die after being imported and sold as pets.

Can you tell me why men believe in all ages and places that there are some few who live on always if they be permit; that there are men and women who cannot die?

I've also got no idea what's going on with this one. I can't figure out how to look into it without coming up with lots of 1890s Christian literature on the immortal soul, which is not what Van Helsing is getting at.

We all know—because science has vouched for the fact—that there have been toads shut up in rocks for thousands of years, shut in one so small hole that only hold him since the youth of the world.

This was a wildly popular myth in Victorian times (see this article for more details). An article in The Gentleman's Magazine, 1877, entitled 'Some Facts and Fictions of Zoology' (reprinted in several other places) went into the question in more detail, and concluded:

These tales are, in short, as devoid of actual foundation as are the modern beliefs in the venomous properties of the toad, or the ancient beliefs in the occult and mystic powers of various parts of its frame when used in incantations.

Here's a toad:

Can you tell me how the Indian fakir can make himself to die and have been buried, and his grave sealed and corn sowed on it, and the corn reaped and be cut and sown and reaped and cut again, and then men come and take away the unbroken seal and that there lie the Indian fakir, not dead, but that rise up and walk amongst them as before?

This seems to have been widely believed in the late 19th century - e.g. this 1897 book references "two undoubted cases... one of whom had remained alive under the ground for six weeks, the other for ten days". This 1880 magazine says that it "will appear incredible" but relays the story of a fakir "buried alive for forty days, then disentombed and resuscitated" as fact.

The longest verified case of someone surviving without drinking water is Andreas Mihavecz, an 18-year-old bricklayer who was mistakenly locked up by police for 18 days. Even then, he drank condensed water from the walls, and was very close to death when he was found.

So in summary:

Old Parr: false

Physiognomy: false

Enormous oil-drinking spider: false

Vampire bats: partially true

Bats killing sailors: partially true

Long-lived tortoises: TRUE

Long-lived elephants: false

Immortal parrots: false

Belief in immortality: ???

Imprisoned toads: false

Buried fakirs: false

I guess there are some disadvantages to having an "absolutely open mind."

#dracula daily #van helsing #historical context #long post

[nctsplug02]

basketball captain jaehyun and student council reaader angrry/hate sex at the office

BS captain jeong.j

GENRE: smut and angst

WARNINGS: FWB, crying, protected sex, degrading, spanking, hair pulling, and no aftercare

several minutes ago, you were flirting with jaehyuns best friend on the basketball team then, you were in his dads office, getting your brains fucked out from behind.

“it’s gonna have to take a lot more to learn my lesson, jeong.” you taunted him, softly chuckling as you did. you hiss with an eye roll when feeling another yank making your head jerk back.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize catching the jock behind you off guard. “was that s—supposed to hurt?” a spank has you clenching around his dick.

jaehyun gives your hair another tug. “why can’t you ever keep your mouth shut? it seems you have a problem with that.” your moans grow louder as his thrusts become more sharper.

“you know you love it when my mouth is open— earlier says a lot.” another spank has you gasping. “i only love it when you’re choking on my dick— other than that, keep your mouth shut and stop flirting with my fucking teammates.”

you let out a whimper when feeling him pinch and twist your nipple. “didn’t you say no jealousy involved?” you wince at the sudden hair tug. “when it comes to you— i hate sharing. i hate when someone flirts with what’s mine.”

you scoff— i hate when someone flirts with what’s mine.

“since when was i yours, jeong?” this was a fucking but no strings attached kind of situation. “the moment i fucking claimed you was when you were mine.” not specific enough. “and, when was that?”

“september thirteenth, the boys locker room— when i hid you from my coach behind my locker door while i was buried balls deep inside you.”

it was the thirteenth of september; you went into the boys locker room after hearing how he messed around with one of your friends. you wanted to seek revenge for her as she was too afraid to. jaehyun was fresh out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his tiny waist. you confront him but fell for his charm instead. you taunted him saying how he wouldn’t dare take you against the lockers so, he show you and took you against the lockers. and, then his coach walked in. jaehyun and you panicked so, he opened his locker and pushed you slightly in with his cock still buried in your cunt.

“ahh,” you let out a dreamy sigh. “that day.. what an unforgettable day. it was the day you screwed my friend over and fucked me against your locker.” jaehyun let out a throaty chuckle while massaging your hips. “you were supposed to be a good friend by telling me off but look at you, whipped for my dick.”

“no, im—?” as you try to deny the honest fact, jaehyun shuts you up by withdrawing his cock till just his tip is left until slamming right back into your cunt. “you were saying? i didn’t hear you clearly because of your moans and whines.”

the grip from your hair allows your head to drop, your legs quiver as your orgasm hits slowly yet deadly. your head hangs low while jaehyun thrusts a few more times before busting into the condom.

“admit you want me, jeong.” you say, breathlessly. “your possessiveness and jealousy says it all.” you softly chuckle while attempting to hold yourself up.

jaehyun slides the condom off and ties it before tossing it in the tiny trash bin placed next to the desk. he doesn’t say a word while he dresses himself.

“just because we’re fucking on the low doesn’t mean i want you, y/n. i cant lose my scholarship and my reputation for some low life. clean yourself up and leave.” jaehyun leaves with a light click from the door.

a harsh ping hits you in the chest as you attempt to hold back tears. your eyes sting and burn as you try your hardest to not cry.

he doesn’t mean it. he doesn’t mean it.

a voice told you but another voice told you to just move on. you grabbed your dress of the ground and slipped it on, not carrying about the water droplets that dripped from your chin.

just because we’re fucking on the low doesn’t mean i want you, y/n.

i cant lose my scholarship and my reputation for some low life.

clean yourself up and leave

his words stung so badly. you wouldn’t let the jeong jaehyun get away with this embarrassment.

#ash talks #nctsplug02 #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #anon #nct smut #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut

[spicyraeman]

ᴏᴄꜱ - ᴛʜᴇɴ & ɴᴏᴡ

Saw a buncha chooms doin this lil trend and remembered that I had an old draft doing this very thing! Spiffied it up with even newer shots of my babes and it really makes me realize how far both me and my OCs have come :]

March 25, 2022 || June 24, 2023

The shot on the left is legit my very first oc shot in cyberpunk. Id taken some landscape shots before this but this was where the blorbo brainrot started. Vons definitely come the farthest in terms of design, from big beefy maelstrom to like.. wet rat white boy energy I guess lol. She still got a long way to go though, probably gonna be working on her forever, she's my favorite little passion project😌

June 2, 2022 || June 2, 2023

Didn't even realize these were exactly a year apart till I checked the dates!

Luis is basically the exact same as when I first made him, just the perfect design from the moment of creation😌He's the OC that really started my VP journey, I made him just to take pretty pictures of and learn the ropes. Glad I finally have the skills to show off his full beauty!

September 12, 2022 || June 14, 2023

Lynk's design is one that feels both entirely different and very much the same to me. Same overall vibe and style, but more refined I suppose. Less scrungly mess of wires and more sleek and sharp borg. Really love their current design now, still wanna make 'em custom tattoos but it gonna be a while till i'm at that modding level!

December 12, 2022 || June 1, 2023

Dallas was a design first backstory second kinda OC. I love her old design, think all the cyberware and makeup are really cool, but as I fleshed her out it just wasn't Dallas. Found myself in a comfy spot with her now though, even ended up making her her own custom complexion!

December 5, 2022 || July 9, 2023

Technically there's an even farther back design I could use for Sunny but it's so different I can't even consider it him. His old design looks so similar yet so very different its kinda weird😅Sunny's design now is probably the one I'm most content with, I might try and add back his arm tattoos but until then he's pretty much perfect.

December 8, 2022 || April 23, 2023

When I first made Midas my main goal was a dark moody playboy, which definitely stayed the same just in a radically different way. His OG personality was a playful and dramatic womanizer which I loved but I needed a straight man in this group of idiots and he had to be it. So instead he became a mysterious and gruff guy that has ladies falling over him whether he likes it or not, also he's a vampire now.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: luis vasquez #oc: vrmn #oc: lynk #oc: dallas #oc: sunny taylor #oc: midas #crazy to see how far all of them have come #and fun to imagine how theyll change now that ive dipped my toes into modding

[the-slapshot-series]

Chapter 1

Summery: Tyler finds out that his now Ex soon to be wife had been cheating on him behind his back. Heartbroken and alone he hinds out in his Captain's basement until his best friend in the whole world offers him refuge in Pittsburgh to ride out the summer and let things cool down in Texas.

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: swearing, drinking, a fight of you look hard enough. I believe that's it.

A03

I just want to put this out there this is a work of fiction. I in no way shape or form know how these players really act in really life. For those of you who may like Alex Kerfoot I am warning you for the sake of the series ONLY, I made Alex a jackass to fit the story line. I don't know how he really acts in person but I made him what I needed him to be for the story only. Please don't hate on me or the series if you don't agree with how he acts or talks within the series. Thank you

When you plan the perfect fairytale wedding, have the perfect ring, the perfect girl to walk down the aisle to you, you expect it to go perfectly smooth right? Well that's what Tyler Seguin thought the day he proposed to Tiffany. It had been the perfect beach proposal in Italy during the off season, they had been together for 2 years and she seemed to understand what it meant to be a hockey player's wife. Everything seemed like a fairytale… till last night when he found what he thought was the love of his life, fucking another man in their bed, in their house. Since then he had been hiding away in Jamie's basement, nursing a beer as he poured out his heart to his best friend over facetime.

"Ziggy, I know it hurts, and I'm truly sorry, but hiding in a basement till the season starts is not the answer." Arabella Kerfoot said with a dramatic sigh. Tyler took another sip of his beer and looked away from the camera. He knew she was right but his pride was too wounded to admit that.

"I don't know, Jamie's basement is pretty nice."

"It's May, Segs. Hockey starts in September. You gonna hide down there for over 4 months??" Ella gave him a hard look. Hanging his head the hockey forward sighed and shook his head. Running a hand through his black hair he looked back up and gave her the same look back.

"So what do you suggest, oh Great One?"

Bella laughed and flipped him off through the camera. "Wayne Gretzky is the Great One. But come spend the summer with me hiding away from the Media and just regroup. Take a breather." She said, taking a bite of her muffin as she leaned back into her chair. Tyler watched her closely, seeing if she was serious about it. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair again before looking back up at the camera. "Come on, even Jamie thinks it's a good idea."

"You talked to Benn about it?" .

Bella smiled at the camera and took another bite of her muffin. "What else was I supposed to do?" She asked. "Of course I talked to Jamie about it and he agreed with me. You need to leave his basement. Like yesterday and get your ass up here to my place. Take the summer to shut out the world and regroup with me." She sighed and sat her muffin down, running a hand through her hair before leaning closer to the camera. "Tyler, what happened is shitty. What she did to you was something horrible, but if you stay there, if you let this haunt you, it's going to ruin you. The media will eat you alive. Plus if you went home… dude I love your family, but let's be honest, they won't let you have any peace trying to make sure you're okay after something like this."

He knew she was right. He honestly did. They both had shitty reputations with the media. They messed up one time in their careers and all the sudden they were uncontrollable wild childs that needed to be torn down. Tyler has done so much since his move to Texas to rebrand himself, make a better name and leave all the Boston shit behind him. He finished his beer and looked off into the distance of the darkened room. Ella stayed silent as he thought, as his mind went through all his thoughts. He sighed and picked at the sandwich Jamie had made him hours ago, but left untouched. He knew Ella was waiting for him to answer, but his mind was tired and his heart was too broken to give her one. He heard his best friend sigh, knowing she was trying hard to give them the space he needed but a push at the same time. There was a 6 year age gap between the two Forwards, Tyler taking on the role of big brother to a young girl he met in 2017 who had just won the Stanley Cup in her rookie year with Pittsburgh, and made a mistake in front of the media, earning her a nasty reputation, similar to the one he had when he played for Boston. Fast forward 4 years later and the two were more like siblings then their own siblings. Tyler stood by Ella in so many fights with her brother Alex, who played for Toronto, when he would fight her on what a disappointment her reputation bright to the family name. Ella also stood beside Tyler during many family events where his family would hound him on not having settled down yet and setting his new found reputation into stone. Over the past 4 years the two of them formed a bond, one that to the outside world looked more than platonic, but they could never see each as anything more than best friends and siblings.

Knowing that Ella was in his corner and would understand if he needed a moment to breathe and ponder her request to spend the summer in Pittsburgh with her, he finally answered her question. "Let me have the night, to just…. Let my mind shut down and figure out how to go about this. I'll call you in the morning and let you know what I'm going to do. Okay Bell?"

"Okay Ziggy. If I don't hear from you by 10am I'm calling Benn and making him put you on a plane though. Love you Bubs."

"Love you Bubs." Tyler said back with their signature sign off before hanging up the phone. The room was darker than he remembered from before Ella had called, so flipping on a light he sat down on one of the sofas in Jamie's basement. His phone lit up with text messages from Tiffany, ones he swiped away so he didn't have to see them. With a sigh he flipped his phone over and ignored it as it continued to buzz. Getting up he walked slowly up the staircase to the first floor into the kitchen. Jamie was there cooking some food, listening to a game from the playoffs from the TV in the corner.

"About time you showed your face. Ella finally got you to leave my dungeon of despair?" Jamie asked as he stirred the stuff in the pot. Tyler raised an eyebrow upon hearing the weird name for the basement and Jamie saw the look of confusion. Nodding his head and waving a hand in the air he answered the silent question. "That's what she called it when she called me this morning. Don't ask, it's Ella, that's enough said."

Both men have a soft chuckle at that and Jamie went back to stirring his food. Tyler walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down like his life depended on it. He hadn't drunk anything other than beer in the past 14 hours, and he didn't realize how thirsty he was till that moment. Throwing the empty water bottle in the small bin beside the sink, he leaned against the countertop and ran a hand through his thick hair.

"Ella wants me to come to Pittsburgh for the summer…. Instead of going home." He broke the silence after a bit of deep thinking. Jamie hummed in response, turning the stove off and removing his dish he had been stirring. Tyler watched him closely as he poured the stew into bowls. "You don't seem surprised." Jamie put the pot down and turned to face his best friend. He placed his arms over his chest and leaned against the table.

"Tyler, going home is only going to end in 1 of 2 ways. Your family going overboard on trying to keep you happy and giving you no time to grieve this, or being all up your ass about how shit went wrong and how this is going to look in you. They won't let you have any peace."

Tyler folded his arms and hung his head, giving a slight nod. "That's what Ella said too."

Jamie pushed off from the table and walked over to the forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ella is right. And she's right in the fact you should go spend the summer with her. Lord knows that girl can't go home to her family. Not fair you two spend your summer with people that don't understand you. She's your best friend, so go and recover from this."

Tyler nodded his head and looked down at his bare feet. He knew they were right, there was nothing holding him here for the next few months. So pulling out his phone he shot a text to his one friend, asking if they could fly them on their small private plane to Pittsburgh in the morning. Then he shot a text to Ella that he knew she was probably already expecting.

*Pick me up at the airport in the morning*

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Stepping off the private plane around 8am in Pittsburgh instead of getting ready for a bachelor party that night wasn't how Tyler saw his weekend going. But here he was getting off his friend's plane at the airport to meet up with Ella. Flipping his sunglasses up onto his hair he looked around for the tall brunette he called his best friend. Looking off to his right he saw her walking his way. Ella was one for fashion. She knew what looked good on her tall, thin but muscular frame. Clad in a white deep V neck shirt that hugged her curves, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with black ankle boots. Orange tinted Aviators kept her eyes from the morning sun, her hair fell to her shoulder blades thick and wavy down her back.

"You definitely know how to make an entrance Ell-Bell." Tyler said as he took the last few steps off the private plane. Ella's bright laugh filled the air around them as she stopped in front of her best friend.

"Please Ziggy, you dress to impress all the time, you lady killer." She said waving her hand at his current outfit. He had on a dark green shirt that was so tight it was a second skin. Every muscle on display. Tan pants clinged to his thighs, dark brown Hey Dudes on his feet. His hair was styled in the blown away look, curls perfectly messy. Dark sunglasses now perched on top of his head. His wide, full white smile lit up the runway, reaching out he pulled his best friend into a hug. For the first time since he found his now ex-fiance with another man, he really smiled. Pulling away from the hug, Tyler grabbed his bags he had dropped at his feet and followed Ella to her car. Tossing his bags Into the back seat of her Jeep, he climbed into the passenger seat and turned to look at his best friend.

"Thank you Ella…. For helping me during this. For being my best friend."

The brunette smiled back at him and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "You are welcome Tyler. I know this is hard, and shitty. What she did was unforgettable. You are more of a brother than my own flesh and blood and I will always stand in your corner." She let go of his hand and started up her jeep, the warm spring air floating through the windows as she pulled out of the airport parking lot. "And you know that whenever you want to talk about it, or vent, or just sit in silence and drink a beer together, you just have to ask."

Tyler watched the scenery go by out his window. Pittsburgh was a beautiful town, the people here passionate about their sports teams with flags and banners blowing in the light breeze. What had once been a small coal town was now a booming city with people from all over flocking to its doors to watch hockey and football and baseball, for jobs and major opportunities that showed up each day.

The trees were just starting to green up, the grass turning a pretty shade of green, early spring flowers blooming in the yards of the homes they drove past. Tyler was lost in thought as he watched the town go by, the wind blowing through his curls as he leaned his head back against the headrest. The sound of a phone ringing broke him from his thoughts. Looking over at his friend, he watched as she looked down at her phone, a scowl across her face as she quickly hit decline to the call.

"Is everything okay Ella?" Concern in his voice. The forward sighed as she came to a stop at a red light. She looked over at Tyler through her sunglasses and he knew right away she wasn't happy.

"Alex keeps calling." She finally spoke as she turned back to look at the road.

"What does he want?"

"It's Alex. The only reason he ever calls his baby sister is because he wants to yell at me for being the family disappointment." The light turned green and Ella started moving the Jeep again, flipping her turn signal on and going right, towards her house. "Every year my family goes on a vacation together and last year I just…. Hide away and not gone. And I don't plan on going this year and I'm sure he is calling to bitch me out for it among other things….. shit."

Tyler looked from his friend to the front windshield as he felt the jeep come to a stop. He looked up the driveway to Ella's house on the outside of town and saw a car parked right by the front door. Looking back at his friend he gave her a pissed off look.

"What is he doing here?" Tyler hissed as he looked back at the Subaru in the driveway. Ella remained quiet as she pulled up her driveway to park beside the car that was waiting for them. The Jeep hadn't even been turned off yet when Tyler was out of its doors and marching towards the man waiting. After the past weekend, the drama and pain he went through, he was now ready for a fight.

"What the hell do you want Alex?" His voice boomed as Tyler stopped in front of the tall dark haired player from Toronto. He watched as Alex Kerfoot scowled upon hearing his voice and turned to face him.

"I should have known my baby sister would have gone running the minute she found out you were no longer engaged." Alex sneered as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Ella stopped next to Tyler and matched her brother's posture. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Alex laughed, shaking his head as if the answer was obvious. "With the reputation you both have among players it should be very clear what I'm saying. But I'll spell it out nevertheless." He pushed off his car and stopped inches from his sister. "You couldn't wait to have him back in your bed after you were the one that probably wrecked his engagement, Arabella. People like you two don't know how to be any different no matter how much your families try to put you on the right path."

Tyler grabbed Alex by the arm and yanked him away from Ella who had a look of horror across her face. Tyler pushed Alex up against his car and pinned him there with an arm across his chest.

"Watch your mouth Kerfoot. My engagement being called off has nothing to do with Ella. Your sister is my best friend and she offered me a place to stay while all that shit back in Texas gets worked out. Next time don't speak without the facts." He said through gritted teeth. Tyler stood a few inches taller than Alex, and he put his full height to his advantage. The two glared at each other for a moment before Ella spoke up.

"Why are you here Alex?"

Pushed against Tyler's arm, Alex broke free and fixed his jacket, giving the taller man one more glare before facing his sister. "You never come home anymore during the off season. Your place is at home, with family, keeping your rep clean during the summer instead of hiding out in Pittsburgh, giving the media more drama to feed off of. So I came to get you."

"Yeah that's not happening." Tyler chuckled sarcastically as he stepped closer to Ella for support. Alex cocked his head and waved a hand between the 3 of them to make a point. "And what place do you have here to speak Seguin?"

"Stop Alex!" Ella snapped as she pushed between the two men. She could see Tyler was holding back his anger, an anger he was famous for once having. And Alex knew how to push buttons, it's what gave him an edge on the ice. Tyler shook his head and took a step back, giving space between the three of them. He hated how Alex and her whole family treated her after one mistake. It was like watching his early years play out all over again.

"I am home Alex. Pittsburgh IS my home now. And I have house guests to care for. So I suggest you leave and let me go about my life here, with my friends and my team who are supporting me far more than my family has in the past few years." Tyler watched as Ella spoke, before she turned her back on her brother and walked back to her car to grab her purse from the back seat where she had left it. Digging out her house key she turned back to face Tyler and nodded her head towards the front door. Tyler nodded and turned back to face Alex, crossing his arms over his chest and tapped his chin up towards the Subaru behind him. He watched as Alex shook his head and grabbed the handle of the car door and yanked it open.

"I'll tell Mom that you already had plans for the summer. At least call her some though." Alex called out dryly before climbing into the car shutting the door behind him. Tyler glanced over at his friend and watched all kinds of emotions cross her face as her brother drove down her driveway and then down the road. Tyler watched her from the corner of his eye as the car disappeared down the road. He was fortunate enough to have a family that still supported him even after everything in Boston. Even after up until a year and half ago when he got serious with Tiffany he bounced around from girl to bar each weekend not caring if he got too drunk and ruin all he worked so hard to build. Even now, with everything that has happened in the past 48 hours with Tiffany, he knew his family understood to a point why he didn't come home. Why he wanted see space. Sure they would check in on him and maybe suggest coming to visit but they wouldn't show up at his door and chastise him for his choice.

"Don't bother even bringing your bags in." Ella's voice broke him from his thoughts. He turned to fully face her but Ella was already heading for her door.

"Excuse me? Care to explain??" He asked, not fully understanding that statement at all. He had a split second fear that maybe she was going to send him back to Texas after what just happened. But seeming to sense his underlying fear, she stopped at the door after she unlocked it and gave him one of her famous looks.

"We're not staying here." She said with a flip of her hair over her shoulder. "If we really want to disappear, then we are going to the cabin." Tyler had only seen her cabin once since she bought it. It was in a small fishing town at the top corner of Erie county and the lake. It sat by the water with only 2 other cabins in sight across the lake. It was remote and quiet. "The three of us need a break from the world. So to the cabin we go!" Ella singsonged as she marches through her front door, leaving Tyler to stand with a smirk on his face. He shook his head as he followed through the now open door. Only Sidney Crosby and himself knew she bought the cabin up north, as a way to really disappear when life got too much in the city.

"Wait." He stopped, replaying what she had said in his head. Three of them. Three people. So someone else was spending the summer with Ella? "Three people?" He called out but Ella had already disappeared upstairs to her room. "Ella, who else is spending the summer with us?!" He yelled up the steps as he raced up them two at a time. "I've had enough surprises in the past 48 hours to last a lifetime." He grumbled as he reached the top step. He found Ella packed 2 large suitcases of clothes, bathroom needs, shoes, and other random things. She smiled up at him and just gave him a wink. With a groan He knew he wasn't getting his answers till they reached that cabin on the lake.

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[weemsfreak]

The Board Pt 3: Trivia

Tw: smoking cigarettes? Alcohol consumption

Note: Apologies if any language is wrong, I only speak english :( ~3000 words

Pt 2: The Woman

Thursday, a pleasant September day. You loved this month and the next, you loved the fall. You woke up rather late, though it didn't matter much as everyone would already be in Jericho. You were kind of excited to explore Nevermore with nobody else around, no interruptions. Playing Arabella by Arctic Monkeys and throwing on a black tight fitting dress with a corset, you were feeling rather feminine today, as opposed to how you felt yesterday. You found yourself in the library, wanting to read every single book on the shelves. You did that at your old school in Italy, but the library there was maybe half the size of this one. Making your way to the Botany classroom, Sciences, English, History, Math, Fencing, and electives within the school, you found everything up to standard and nothing that the school could be written up for. Heading down to the main entrance, you realized there were many ways to get outside. Taking a minute to remember the school map in your head, you went outside into the quad. A large statue of Edgar Allan Poe was found down a somewhat lit alleyway. "Hm, fitting" you said to yourself. Looking it over, you read the book held in the statues hand. "The opposite of moon, a world between ours,  two months before June, what kind of poem is this Edgar?" You kept reading and realized that it must be a riddle. Writing the answers down in your phone, you stared at the words. Your stomach growled, and you figured you would make your way to meal hall.

Sitting down with a salad and cookie, you kept thinking about the riddle, if it even was one. After eating, you looked around, trying to find something else to do for the day. Just then you thought, acrostic. You looked to the words in your phone and realized as an acrostic poem, it would spell 'snap twice'. Finding your way back to the statue you stood in front of it. Was this just a poem? What if you snapped and nothing happened? Remembering nobody was around, you picked up your hand and snapped twice, loudly. The statue opened slowly, and you walked down some creepy stairs. The room that you thought would be a dirty old cellar was filled with more books and old photos. There was an old fencing photograph, and a photograph of Morticia Frump and Gomez Addams, whoever they were. A photo of Cousin It was on the wall too, you knew who that was. You opened a few books, observing the same symbol on each. After looking through most of the room, you concluded that there was a group called the 'Nightshades'. Was this group still a thing, or was it old? The board couldn't already know about this, or you would've been instructed to check it out. It also wasn't on the school map. Taking a few photos with your phone, you went back upstairs and into the main part of the school. You were happy that Larissa was so on top of everything around here, and that you found nothing that the school could be written up for, until this.

You stepped out of the front doors, nobody was around. You pulled a pack of cigarettes from your bag, another bad habit. Well, I guess you can't quit them all at once. Lighting it, you walked along the main entrance grass and found yourself standing among some interesting flowers. Sitting down, you observed the types of flowers that you haven't seen before. You took in the slightly chilly atmosphere. You didn't like it when it was hot and sunny anyway, so you were content for awhile. As you pulled out and lit another cigarette, you heard a door behind you slam and you turned around quickly, till sitting down. Principal Weems, what was she doing back? She caught you in the flowers and started towards you. You felt like the student now, doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. Panicking, you went to throw your cigarette away, but remembered you were in a garden, so you held onto it. "Good afternoon Mx. Ricci, smoking in the flowers I see" she said with a grin and tilt of her head. Your mind was somewhere else, busy thinking about the way she walked, like a model would. How she wore heels even though she was always on the go, and even though she was already so tall. How the scarf she wore around her done up hair today looked so good on her, even though in general you hated that style. Standing up you carefully walked out of the flowers to her. "Yes, a bad coping mechanism I wish to quit actually" you spoke with fake confidence. "What, admiring the pretty flowers?" she laughed which in turn made you laugh louder. Most people wouldn't normally find this funny, but you loved the middle age woman's sense of humor. "Oh yes, my bad habit of admiring flowers always gets the best of me. How is Jericho treating the students today?" She started walking toward the school, so you followed. "Very good actually, I am pleased as they seem interested and eager. Perhaps they don’t get out much" she turns and smiles at you. "I am grabbing something from my office, then going back to round them up for dinner. Would you like to come for the drive?" Pondering, you remembered the nightshades library. You weren't sure you wanted to bring that up honestly, but you had to have an answer for anything questionable for the board. "Yes, I would love to accompany you."

On the drive to Jericho, Larissa asked you about yourself. She asked about where you lived, if you had a partner, and if your first name meant anything. "Yes actually, Anura means a few things in Sanskrit origin, but mainly it means 'knowledge'." She looked at you, pleased with your response. "So, are you knowledgeable?" she questioned. You smiled, knowing she would have figured out your ability sooner or later. "Extremely. Actually, I'm the most knowledgeable person I know, and I don't care if that makes me sound cocky. Try me" you quipped, proud of your ability. She laughed and thought for a moment. "Well, tonight the staff from Nevermore are going to Trivia in Jericho, would you like to come? If you do though, you must be on my team, it's the rules." You got excited, trivia was your favorite because you ALWAYS won. "Bet, can't wait" you said, turning toward the window as she pulled into the town.

You found yourself in the Weathervane again while waiting for Larissa to round up the kids. You were thinking about ordering a tea when a short red head walked in and up to the counter. "Good afternoon, can I have a matcha latte please" she said with a bubbly smile, then paid and turned to wait. She saw you looking at her, she didn't recognize you and wasn't aware of what you thought about outcasts. Not that she was one, but she worked at the school. Walking over to her you introduced yourself and held out your hand. "Hi, I'm Anura Ricci, from the outcast school board." She took it and smiled, "Marilyn Thornhill, botany teacher at Nevermore." Just as her drink was served to her, Larissa walked in and over to you both. "Ah Mx. Ricci, I see you have met Ms. Thornhill" you shook your head yes and Marilyn turned to look at Larissa. "I didn't know we were getting a visit from the board so soon" she said worriedly. Why is everyone so worried around here, you weren't mean, you didn't think. "Don’t worry Marilyn, Anura is very friendly. I asked her to join us at trivia tonight, hopefully we will get to know her a bit better!" she looked excited for tonight. You smiled, happy that she seemed happy, but caught something. "I'm excited for tonight! Um- I thought I would let you both know, if you're okay with it, I like to use they/them pronouns." You looked at Larissa as her smile dropped. Shit, they weren't woke you guessed. Her face changed to worry as she hurried and said "Oh Anura I'm so sorry, I didn’t even think to ask. Of course darling, that's perfect with us." Marilyn then left to go back to the school with the students. Turning to you, Larissa asked if you want to sit for a bit. "Yes, I actually wanted to talk to you about something" you said as you saw her real smile convert to her fake one. "Yes of course dear. You should try the hot chocolate, it's really good."

Telling Larissa you didn't like hot chocolate probably wasn't the best idea before bringing this up. She quite obviously loved it, considering the faces she made when she sipped on it. "So Principal Weems, there are a couple things that I didn't want to bring up, but feel that I should." She looked at you like she was ready to defend the school with her life, even if that meant to lie.  "I don't want to be a snitch, but I also don't want to start our relationship off with any lies. When I said that Sydney and Bella were showing me to your office, that was a lie. I found them here at the Weathervane during lunch and drove them back to the school." She looked relieved when you said this, then you could see a bit of anger creep up. "Oh dear, they do sneak off every once in awhile. Thank you for bringing them back, I will have to talk to them." "Don't tell them I told you" you said with a wink. "Secondly, I would like to know what the 'Nightshades' are." When you asked her this her smile dropped and she looked like she was trying to form a response. Nobody from the board had found out about the Nightshades before. "Mx. Ricci, I don't want to start our relationship out with any lies either. The Nightshades were a secret society years ago. It was disbanded due to the death of a boy, a normie, back when I attended Nevermore as a student. I do believe that the Nightshades are no longer a society, but we haven't done anything with the room." "So, why does the room look like it's been used and kept clean?" you asked. "Honestly, I haven't been down there in years, but I assure you, it’s not being used." Feeling like this wasn't honest, you figured her reasoning was good enough for you to report to the board. "Thank you for being honest with me Principal Weems. Well, otherwise I've found nothing at your school of any concern and nothing worth writing you up about." Smiling big at her, you took a drink of your tea. "That is wonderful news!" she looked relieved, and that made you extremely glad. As she took a big drink of her hot chocolate, you focused on her features. She had big eyes, the color of Lapis lazuli. Her hair light, like silk made in Italy. Being tan yourself, you took in her skin; pale, soft, a blank canvas you wanted to draw on with your fingers. White teeth, almost as white as her eyes. You found interest in her chunky gold jewelry and wondered if it meant anything. The lip brooch on her jacket was really interesting, kind of fruity you thought. Just joking, unless? Grabbing your attention with her soothing British accent, "Are you ready to get back to the school? We have to get ready for trivia soon!"

Lost in your Latin papers, you took a drink of your mixed rum and coke. If you were drunk at trivia you thought, others would have a better chance at winning. Not a very good chance, but a better one. You chuckled, excited to show Larissa and the others what you had. You made your way to Larissa's office and knocked. She opened the door, glass of wine in hand. "Hello you, come in for a glass?" Sitting down on the couch beside her, you took in the warmth from the fire. It was rather chilly out now, perhaps you should've put on a jacket. Passing you some wine, Larissa stated, "Mx. Ricci, I do apologize for earlier. I should've thought to ask you your pronouns. I thought I was getting better at being more open and accepting lately." Looking over at her, there was disappointment on her face. You felt bad, you could tell she was a sweet woman. "Oh Principal Weems, no worries at all! It's hard to keep up with change sometimes, I know you have a lot on your mind. I appreciate you trying." She smiled with her teeth and took a sip of her wine. "I appreciate your confidence, and your kindness. I was super stressed about this board visit, but I'm so glad that you're here. And please, call me Larissa." You smirked and blush crept up to your cheeks, you looked to the fire to try and hide it. "Thanks Larissa. You can call me Anura, I like the way it sounds when you say it."

Sitting down at Trivia, you were on a team with Larissa, Marilyn, Coach Vlad, and the Math teacher. There were two other teams consisting of Nevermore staff who were having a fun duel with each other. "We got the full shebang on our team. The Sciences, English, History, and Potions. You're going down Principal Weems" the history teacher yelled across the room. When you heard this you laugh snorted by accident. You turned to Larissa, who was pulling you close to her to whisper in your ear. "Help us win and I'll buy you as many drinks as you want" she grinned and winked at you. Hell, she didn't know what was coming. You were the whole package, all the subjects in one. On top of that, you knew many different languages. A bit unfortunately, this was the type of trivia where you didn't write the answers down and total them up, but where whoever screamed the answer first got the point. Unfortunate, you thought, for everyone else. The first few questions were easy, as they always are. Some people from your table hollered them out as people from other tables screamed them too. It was fun to see stupid fights break out. Laughing at their eagerness, you didn't want to answer anything yet. It was always annoying when one person answered every single question. Larissa got a couple right, and the other tables got a few right. They called a small break and you went to grab a drink. When you got back to the table, Larissa was giving you a look. "Anura, I thought you said you were good at trivia, you haven't answered anything yet" Larissa was faking being mad. "Oh Rissa, I'm just waiting for the questions that you can't answer" you quipped at her, fake pouting. You looked her up and down, she looked less like Principal Weems tonight and more like Larissa. You could see how long her legs really were in her light green satin blouse and grey dress pants.

This was general trivia, questions of all levels were asked about a variety of subjects, so it really wasn't hard. You answered a few times, figuring you better step in to keep your teams points up. The last two subjects came up, languages and chemistry, two random subjects you thought. "What is a subatomic particle that is similar to an electron, but has no electrical charge and a very small mass, which might even be zero?" Looking around you figured someone would get this. "A neutron?" the English teacher guessed. Smiling, you knew that was wrong. You were surprised when nobody else guessed, so you said "a neutrino." Ding, ding, a point for your table. "What is the English translation for the Italian saying 'Occhio non vede, cuore non duole'?" You waited for an answer. Nobody spoke Italian, cool. "Eye does not see, heart does not hurt" you said quickly. Marilyn turned to you and gave you a "good job." Larissa looked to you with a sly smile on her face, but didn't say anything. Perhaps she knew she would owe you multiple drinks by the end of the night. "On the periodic table, the names of which two elements, besides iodine, begin with two vowels?" You thought for a few seconds, going through the periodic table in your mind. When nobody else guessed it, you leaned to Marilyn and whispered, "europium and einsteinium."  "OUU europium and einsteinium!" she shouted. Everyone at your table laughed at her eagerness. "Aaaand another point for Einstein's table" screamed the trivia host. "Last question, what does the Latin phrase 'Responsum non habemus' translate to in English?" Oh my god, you were just learning Latin. Responsum must mean response, non habemus? You were stumped. Larissa turned to you, mouth dropping open at your lack of answer. You laughed embarrassed, you didn’t want to be all talk. She leaned close to you and said "I guess I won't be buying you any drinks then" and you acted disgusted with her. Just then, you thought of something. As if your brain wouldn't let you be embarrassed in front of the statuesque beauty sitting next to you offering you drinks, let alone her time of day, you had the answer. The answer was going to sound stupid, but you thought that it was right. Excitedly, you grabbed Larissa's face and leaned close to her. You did have to be professional, but you were a higher up and you moved around a lot, so you knew you could be pretty flirty sometimes. You whispered loudly in Larissa's ear "We do not have an answer!" She looked you in the eye and said "Yes, I know, we don’t know Latin." You let out a loud laugh and hid your face, did they ask this question to make us sound stupid? "No Larissa, that's the translation. Yell out 'We do not have an answer'." She yelled it out and the other tables laughed at her. "No shit, nobody here knows Latin" said the history teacher. "We have a winner!!" exclaimed the trivia host. Everybody else looked super confused, but your table was ecstatic. You hugged Larissa and whispered "You owe me a rum and coke, and make it strong."

Link to Pt 4

#larissa weems fanfic #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #larissa weems x reader #wednesday netflix

[jenrecs]

⊹ hello loves! it’s a new month, and a new reading list! below are all my favorite reads from September 2022. i mostly read JK fics but the list includes other members as well. some of these do contain mature content, so minors dni.

⊹ check out these awesome fics and give the authors some love by reblogging and/or leaving feedback for them! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

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⌜ SEOKJIN ⌟

● tattoo jealousy by @kookscrescent​​

↳ established relationship, idol au, fluff

jin walks in to the dressing room to witness a situation that doesn’t sit well with him.

● stress relief by @archivedkookie​​

↳ established relationship, ceo au, fluff, smut

your husband comes exhausted from his work, and you have an idea of how to relieve his stress…

⌜ YOONGI ⌟

● flowstate by @jktones

↳ comfort friend, fluff

when the world gets too loud, his silence is your favourite sound.

● yoongi learns why selfies are dangerous by @purplewhalewrites​

↳ established relationship, idol au, smut

yoongi said he’d be taking more selfies but you didn’t expect him to actually do it. when you see his latest post you decide he has to pay for his actions.

● lola by @yoon2k​​

↳ smut

even though you're not wearing the space jam shirt and your hair isn't up in two ponytails, yoongi stills notices.

● whine & dine by @baljinciaga​​

↳ established relationship, idol au, fluff, smut

yoongi forgets the date night the two of you had planned due to the stresses of being an idol. you decide to make different dinner plans.

● squirt by @here2bbtstrash​

↳ friends to lovers, smut

when yoongi makes the bold statement that any girl can squirt, you decide to call him on his bluff.

⌜ HOSEOK ⌟

● sensuous by @delugguk​​

↳ smut

⌜ NAMJOON ⌟

● bibliosmia by @svt1117​​

↳ established relationship, witch au, angst

you were an addict when it came to smelling spellbooks, but not for the reason one would expect.

● read to me by @ichorai​​

↳ greek god x nymph au, fluff, angst

with beautiful days, comes the stormy clouds.

● discord discourse by @joheunsaram​​

↳ strangers to (maybe) lovers, idol x fanfic writer au, fluff, angst

kim namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server… dedicated to him. with new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?

⌜ JIMIN ⌟

● all i need by @joonberriess​

↳ established relationship, college au, smut

it’s a lazy afternoon and you’re watching the sun set with your boyfriend who’s between your legs...

● homie hopper till i die! by @h0neypjm​

↳ ft. taehyung, smut

a homie hopper is defined as an individual that ‘hops’ from one person to another, where the people they choose to hook-up with are within the same group of friends.

● fwb with jimin by @btssmutgalore​​

↳ friends to lovers, friend’s sister au, coworker au, smut

how jimin becomes your friend with benefits.

⌜ TAEHYUNG ⌟

● you’re the worst by @here2bbtstrash​

↳ friends to (not) lovers, smut

you decide to turn the tables on your shameless best friend.

● don’t get murdered by @here2bbtstrash​

↳ ft. yoongi, smut

you’re supposed to be on a blind date, but the handsome stranger across the bar keeps distracting you.

● what was hidden by @daechwitatamic​

↳ strangers to friends to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, smut

this is how it all starts: taehyung is flunking western lit. you’re assigned to tutor him. his paper on strindberg’s the ghost sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. as you and taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

● homie hopper till i die! by @h0neypjm

↳ ft. jimin, smut

a homie hopper is defined as an individual that ‘hops’ from one person to another, where the people they choose to hook-up with are within the same group of friends.

● caramel macchiato by @gukyi​

↳ college au, fluff

you never really paid attention to the talkative kid in your college lecture, but he’s paid attention to you.

● witch’s brew by @httpjeon​​

↳ established relationship, witch au, fluff, smut

after a year of trying to get pregnant, your husband makes a special brew to make sure you get pregnant this time.

● work out for me by @chateautae​

↳ established relationship, smut

interrupting your boyfriend’s workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.

⌜ JUNGKOOK ⌟

● home by @taegisms​

↳ established relationship, fluff

● happy birthday loser by @jungk0oksthighs​

↳ idiots to lovers, roommate au, smut

after three years of simping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration.

● kintsukuroi: sweet treat by @jeonjcngkook​

↳ established relationship, fluff, smut

newly married and swept away by how in love they truly are with each other, jungkook shows you just how much he loves you.

● love bites by @jeonjcngkook​

↳ established relationship, vampire au, smut

it’s feeding time for you both but this time rather than venture out alone to eat, you change it up and feed together.

● once upon a show by @gukyi​

↳ idol au, fluff

starring on we got married is cool. starring on we got married with world-class idol jeon jungkook is more intimidating than cool, but hey, there’s a first time for everything.

● in the frosty air by @gukyi​

↳ college au, roommate au, fluff, angst

two weeks ago you and your roommate slept together. which would be fine, if you knew you both felt the same about each other. but you don’t. and now it’s christmas, and jungkook is still gorgeous and gentle and wonderful and here, and and you don’t really know what to do about that.

● 21st century love by @gukyi​

↳ enemies to lovers, college au, fluff

you and fellow film student jeon jungkook have been clashing heads all semester in your realistic fiction and 21st century film class, because jungkook thinks that rom-coms are meant to express the beauty of love, and you think that they’re ploys by hollywood to tell people that they can achieve love by engaging in consumerism. but when you’re assigned to create your own stereotypical romantic comedy short film, jungkook takes it upon himself to show you just how attainable love can really be.

● we were. by @gukyi​​

↳ breakup au, angst

not all once upon a time’s have happily ever after’s.

● always by @onlyswan​

↳ fluff, angst

in which jungkook is a fleeting bus ride crush.

● head over skates by @mercurygguk​

↳ established relationship, college au, ice hockey player au, fluff

jungkook doesn’t get jealous but here you are, bringing out new sides of him.

● best i ever had by @here2bbtstrash​

↳ college au, infidelity au, smut

you’ve been planning on breaking up with your boyfriend for a while, and jungkook is here to help.

● if i could lie by @alpacaparkaseok​

↳ exes to lovers, idol au, fluff, angst

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

● pretty boy by @inkedtae​

↳ friends to lovers, secret relationship au, fluff, smut

he’s just a pretty boy, a pretty boy ~ you wanna be his pretty toy.

● of caresses & promises by @ditttiii​

↳ married au, fluff, mild angst, smut

you love your husband and you know that he loves you just as much, if not more. but sometimes, you can’t help but feel like he could do better—better than you.

● when lightning strikes by @kookscrescent​​

↳ established relationship, smut

you are home alone as a storm is going on outside, and a wet jungkook comes home.

● christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks​

↳ established relationship, fluff, smut

a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

#bts x reader #bts fic #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #reading lists

[my-mt-heart]

Please humour me, and thanks in advance for putting up with my rant.

I recently started a rewatch of twd to help pass the time while I wait for twd:dd in September, and this question keeps coming back to me.

How long has Daryl been in love with Carol, while she has no idea? What do you think?

I think from season 1, but he didn't really know it himself till the start of season five, where they reunited in the forest, and since then has either been too scared to do anything about it, too occupied by everything that has happened to the group in the years since to allow himself to feel/pursue it, or he's genuinely felt that he doesn't deserve her/she deserves better, OR all/combination of the above.

Carol, on the other hand, I think only realised the extent of her own feelings at the end of season 11. The looks they shared while Magna's group was crying over Luke (almost like they were so grateful that the other was still alive, and it could have so easily been one of them crying over the other's death), and then the looks again later when they were waiting for Judith to wake up after surgery, really tells me that in those moments they both realised something significant about how they feel for each other, and how a future isn't promised and that they could lose each other for good at any moment.

And don't get me started on their farewell scene because it broke my heart; once again, these two did the selfless thing and put others' safety and happiness over their own. They each decided to go on a journey to help/save someone else. The way Daryl looked back at her for one last time after getting on the bike was almost like he was hoping she'd tell him to stay.

In Judith's words, "You [Daryl] deserve a happy ending too"!!! and he'll only really come to believe this once it's too late and he's stuck across an ocean, trying to get back to them.

And my queen, Carol, will cross an ocean to find him; I'm gonna cry just thinking about it. I love them so much.

Let me know what you think. Am I being delusional? I want to know how someone else sees this.

I’m overdue for a rewatch myself, I just haven’t felt motivated lately. I think there are a lot of clues pointing to Daryl and Carol developing feelings for each other early on like you said, but they *both* needed time to sort it out for themselves. Grief kept piling on over the years, insecurities deepened, and while their love only grew, they both went through periods of believing they weren’t good enough for each other. I think Daryl overcame it in the last couple seasons, hence “I know where I’m supposed to be.” Hence, why Daryl’s alleged uncertainty in the spinoff makes zero sense.

To be completely honest, I hated their last scene(s) together. I hated that one of the most anticipated moments—exchanging I loves you’s—was used to distract the audience from what was really happening i.e. Daryl leaving Carol. I don’t think it was a selfish or a selfless choice on his part because I don’t think there was any emotional realism to it at all. He had a spinoff to get to 🤷🏻‍♀️😑 I do think Carol was trying to make it easier for Daryl to go, but that just exposes a much sadder truth which is—after 11 seasons and even a time jump of one year—Carol *still* hasn’t healed from her insecurities/trauma. She *still* thinks Daryl could be happier without her. In an EW interview, Melissa chose the song “Crazy” by Patsy Cline to represent the end of Carol’s story. That speaks volumes. There were a handful of characters TWD owed honorable endings and they butchered all of them, but Carol’s was the worst.

The point I’m getting to is no, you aren’t delusional. It’s just that the spinoff has *a lot* to make up for. Do I think it can? Based on what we know about S2, yes. Am I ready to give up my cynicism? No. Not yet, but I hope to soon 😵‍💫

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

[evita-shelby]

What Happens in Vegas

Thanks @zablife for the moodboard, i added the heart cake lol

@thegreatdragonfruta

It was supposed to be a pre-honeymoon trip to get away from all the stress from their royalty worthy wedding taking place in a month.

They’d met here, both of them getting shitfaced and testing their good luck before the semester began at Harvard Business College. Jack had gotten there on scholarship, busting his ass to earn his place, Eva got there because of her family’s money. At some point, they met during the endless night and woke up in bed together, forgetting how different they were.

And when they continued their fling during their two years at Harvard, things took their course. They were friends, then he needed a fake girlfriend for his eldest sister’s destination wedding in Cozumel, and when they came back to New York, she was the first woman he had ever been serious about.

He never even considered cheating on her with his boss’ slutty daughter, a thing unheard of in him. By the time they graduated, Jack knew he couldn’t live without her and proposed that same day. They ended up everywhere, which gave them a boost when they started their own investment company together. Nelson and Smith.

Now they’re taking the pink Cadillac convertible he fixed up just for her to the place it all began: Las Vegas.

“I wish I could marry you now, I’m tired of all the waiting.” He admits as the first night here leads them to the casino they met.

Neither care enough about the gambling, just telling everyone who listens that they met here and were getting married in September. They’d gotten free chips, free champagne, and an Elvis impersonator out of duty gave them his card.

“So let’s do it. You heard Elvis, the chapel’s open 24/7.” Eva, who’s impulse control is as terrible as his, says, taking out the card from his pocket.

They blow their winnings on getting ready for it with anyone present here invited to it. It is so unlike the grand event waiting for them at home that it makes it even better. Their family would hate them if the canceled the other one, for fucks sake his granny was coming from Ireland.

Eva looks amazing, a short and tight mini dress and a veil bedazzled with the words till death in black and silver rhinestones. The rings were modest, with the words Mrs. to match his that say Mr.

The cake was fucking weird though.

Eva was incredibly glamorous and cool, but she was also goth. The cake was going to be a heart shaped what happen in Vegas cake for two or two anatomically correct hearts.

Eva didn’t even wait for the guy to finish his sentence to say yes.

By dawn, they were married, and by the time they left Vegas, they had matching tattoos to commemorate their elopement.

“I’m gonna get the hearts as our wedding topper.” The newly minted Mrs. Nelson proclaimed as they left the city in the vintage car now sporting a just married sign.

#eva nelson #jack nelson fanfic #eva x jack #modern!jack x eva #national anthem fic #like an american

[luishies]

fake it till you make it ༊*·˚part 1

summary:sungho and y/n are close friends due to them being in the same neighborhood and because their parents are high school friends. When they were in high school, both of them were in relationships. till senior year. They found out that their lovers were cheating on them. The both of them decided to "date" to make their ex jealous. little did y/n know..sungho wanted this fake dating to be real. trope: fake dating (?) authors note: this might have grammar mistakes and might be cringe. warning: angst,kissing,cheating

September 19, 2016

"hi! im sungho!"

"uhm..hi! im y/n"

ever since that day, he never left my side.

9 years later

march 28, 2024

"y/n!!!" i hear a shout from the corridors. When i looked back i saw sungho waving to me while his girlfriend gave me a annoyed face by waving. Sunghos girlfriend never liked me. They've been dating for 4 years now. "Moms inviting u and auntie too dinner." sungho said with a smile. "She said to bring aunties famous brownies!" "What time?" i asked sungho. "Hmm around 5?" he said with a nervous face while I could hear his girlfriend on the phone. " Oh my gosh stop it!!" I swear.. her voice is so irritating,But what can i do? Sungho brings her everywhere. "So you and auntie going?" sungho asked me. "Of course we will. since when did we miss a dinner with you guys." I said. We said bye to each other since it was dismissal already. while i was about to leave i felt someone hug me from behind. "you've been ignoring my messages.." I heard my boyfriend say while sulking. "sorry my phone died during biology class" "You should've just gone to me" i told him after giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I was supposed too but i saw u with that sungho..You promised me that your gonna ignore him." "You know that i get jealous when ur with him." he said with a mad tone but with a sad face. "I know.. but you know that sungho is my best friend." “I can't just ignore my best friend." I said to him hoping we won't argue. "He's just a best friend. Im your boyfriend Y/n!" "So he's more important than me?" "then just break up with me and date him for gosh sake y/n." he shouted at me. "Ba-" he cut me off by walking away. We've been fighting about the same thing. He gets jealous when im around sungho but it's okay if he's touchy with sunghos girlfriend.. sometimes i think that he's cheating but he says that they're just Friends. Just friends my ass.

When i arrived home, i told mom about the dinner with the Parks. We knocked on their door around 4:50. "Y/n!, auntie!!, come in." Sungho greeted us. When we went inside i smelled Ms. parks famous kimchi stew. "(your moms name)!!, y/n! ohhh youve grown so much y/n!" "You get prettier everytime i see you!" Ms. Park said while hugging me. "Thank you auntie!" is said with a smile. "Sungho, bring y/n to your room first! I'll call you both when dinner is ready!" Ms. Park said while cooking. Me and sungho went up to his room. "Sooo how are you and your boyfriend?" sungho said too break the awkward silence between us. "Oh uhm.. its okay." "what about u?" i asked to continue the convo. "Well __ has been busy on her group projects. Shes been going out so we dont really get to go out together." He said while pouting. "Huh.. __ also has been busy with group projects." i said. "Sungho.." i said while facing my entire body to him. "hm?" he siad whiel looking at me. "I know this seems rude but dont you think __ is cheating on you.." "I mean shes been busy with 'group projects' even tho she skips classes." "Shes also texting someone 24/7 and smiling while texting." He looked at me confused,sad and mad. "Look y/n.. its none of your business if my girlfriend is cheating on me or not. i appreciate your concern but she told me that shes been attending her classes and that the person shes texting is her mom." "i would appreciate it if you can mind your own business." he said with a serious face. I never heard him this serious. Maybe i did cross the line. "Sorry.. im just.. concerned." 

During dinner, Sungho didn't talk to me. I really did cross the line.. The next day was so quiet. Sungho didn't talk to me or even text me. After classes i decided to find sungho to apologize. I saw him packing his stuff at his locker, but he looked. Sad. “Hey sungho..sorry about yesterday.” “I really did cross a line there and I'm really sorry.”  I said to him while looking down. I was about to apologize again, but he cut me off. “Don't worry y/n..You were right.” “I was telling __ about what you said and she told me that you were telling the truth and that she wants to break up with me.” He said while on the verge of crying. “Also y/n..” “The guy she's dating is your boyfriend.”

#boynextdoor #boynextdoor x reader #bnd #bnd imagines #bnd x reader #boynextdoor fluff #boynextdoor angst #sungho #boynextdoor sungho #sungho x reader #park sungho x reader

[straykidsreactionsandscenarios]

Stray Kids Scenario - Taste For Something Sweeter ~ Lee Yongbok

Post Date: 8th September 2022 Content: Smut  Word Count: 3.2K TW?: Barista!Felix/ CollegeStudent!Reader/ Lip biting/ Kitten/ Neck kissing/ Foreplay/ Cum Swallowing/ Slight praise Summary: The cute barista at your favourite coffee shop takes a huge interest in you, basically falling head over heels for you. However one thing leads to another and he’s craving sweet. Maybe you should get too into your work more often to stay past closing time for an extra treat. 

~ Scenario Mobile Masterlist                                     Prompt List If you like my stuff and wanna tip, just buy me a coffee!

Prompts: 67 - “Oh, you like that huh?” 69 - “Can’t keep my hands off of you” 88 - “Don’t tempt me”

“Next customer please,” the barista on the till called out to you as you shyly shifted forward, going to pull your card out ready for when you ask for your order. 

However you’re interrupted by the barista on the coffee machine placing your drink in front of you, “She drinks vanilla iced lattes, and this one’s on the house,” he lowly murmured to his coworker, sending you a wink as he walks back to the machine. 

“Thank you, Felix,” you happily say once you reach the end of the bar, grabbing a straw before going to find a place to sit.

“So you’re on a first name basis?” his coworker Changbin asked with an amused look on his face, watching his friend fighting away the blush that spreads on his cheeks.

“Well it’s not hard for her to know my name, our names are pinned to our aprons,” Felix sassily replies, taking his off before throwing it to the side of the bar, “Besides, she’s here almost every day, maybe twice if I made the drink to her liking and she wants more”.

Confused by his sudden movements, Chanbin calls after him, “Where are you going?” as he walks off the bar, Felix signalling him to shut his mouth, pointing towards you from behind the machine.

“Going to get my girl,” he replies, smirking ear-to-ear as he struts towards you, feeling Changbin’s eyes piercing his skin as he sat down next to you, throwing two fingers up at Changbin to leave him alone. 

“Here, again Y/N?” Felix asked with a smug look on his face, looking down at your spread of study notes, not even bothering to make an attempt to read any of them. 

“Yeah, unfortunately. I can’t focus in my flat so I come here to get work done for my assignment due on Friday,” you frustratingly throw your head into your hands, removing one to sip at the coffee he made barely five minutes ago. 

The face of contentment slowly appears on your face once you manage to drink some of your coffee, smiling at Felix whose eyes are glued to your lips, “You make the best coffee, thank you for that”.

“Yeah it’s no problem,” he scoffs, realising that you were talking to him as he disconnects from his daydream, eyes once again connecting to your lips, licking his own as he watches yours wrap around the straw. 

It felt wrong to even think that way of such a good customer, but by god did you distract him the minute you walked in? Even on the days that you somehow don’t turn up, he’s gotten your drink ready, hoping you’d be in to take it from him.

Could say that this was a little crush but at this point, he was ready to give up his job for you, to know you, to be with you. He certainly wasn’t going to give the other guys that worked with him a chance to get to know you, especially not Changbin who’s known for being such a flirt. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, catching onto Changbin’s sly looks from across the shop at Felix, though his face does soften once he catches the way Felix looks at you, realising that he was really head over heels for you.

Felix takes a glance at Changbin who is unable to hold back a giggle, looking back at you as he inches his face a little closer, practically cuddling your shoulder. 

“He’s a big boy, he can handle himself. Plus, I’d rather be talking to you,” he smiles so sweetly, as you flash a smile back, blush filling your cheeks as you realise the time, knowing you had to get some work done, even if it was a page at least, “Well, as much as I love talking to you, you have to work and I have work to do”.

The way he got to his feet in a slump after being told, you flash him a wink, scribbling down on your post-it note pad, handing him the little folded piece of paper as you watched him walk away to the bar. 

His eyes widen and a grin slowly appears on his face when he notices your phone number on it, looking back at you before getting back to work with a pep in his step. 

Though he tries his best to focus on his work, he couldn’t help but occasionally look up and over at you, ready to fall to his knees when your eyes meet with his, reaching into his pocket for his phone to text you, watching a smile appear on your face from the text genuinely makes his day.

Customer after customer, rush after rush, it was finally time for Felix and Changbin to close up shop, letting you work quietly in the corner as they realised that you were so deep in concentration that they didn’t want to interrupt you. 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?” Changbin asks his younger friend, looking over at you, oblivious to anything else going on outside of your workspace, “I promise, I’ll be fine. I trust her”.

Once the door was locked completely, Felix only had to stock everything back up around the shop left to do, but his attention was so deterred that he stumbles over the mop bucket in front of him, soaking the entire floor once the bucket tips over. 

With the sound of the plastic banging against the tile floor, you jump out of your skin, looking up and around the shop, eyes lying on Felix who’s clearly frustrated with himself.

“Hey, I can help clean this up,” you offer, walking close to him as he avoids your gaze, frustratingly mopping up the tipped water, shaking his head to deny your offer.

Carefully, you put your hand on his arm, stopping him in his tracks as you manage to ease the mop out of his grasp, taking over from him. He couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with lust, watching your figure move so effortlessly as you mopped. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, noticing his gaze upon you with his mouth slightly agape, cogs turning in his head as he was just stuck for words to muster a reply.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” he finally answers, trying to avoid your gaze as he taps his foot, fingers tangling together before scratching the back of his head nervously.

Putting the mop to one side, you approach him carefully with a sweet smile on your face, getting so close to him that it gets hard for him to avoid looking at you. You’re confused as to why he’s suddenly gone all shy and quiet, and not looking at you which makes a change to the other times you’ve been in and he’s been working. 

“Uh, I’m fine honestly. Wanna help me with the stock?” he scoffs, clearing his throat from nothing as he forces a shy smile, pretending like he felt really rude to ask a good customer with helping him close the shop.

“Being alone with you in the stock room, don’t tempt me,” you tease, winking at him before turning genuine, “Of course, I’d love to help. It could be paying for the free coffee”.

The wink alone was enough to set him off, even more, realising that you were more of a tease than he’d thought of you to be, but the way you considered that as payment for the coffee amused him. In his mind, he’d give you free coffees all the time if he could get what he wanted, without being so weird and too forward about it.

“Follow me,” he adds, smiling as he makes a head start towards the back of the shop, tapping in the staff code to get to the stock room. 

As a normal person would, you felt really anxious, worried that he could get into trouble with you being in the shop past closing time, never mind even being back of the house and helping him.

“Lix, wouldn’t you get into trouble if your boss found out I was here past close and helping you with closing?” you panicked, leaning against the stock room door as he held it open for you to walk through.

With a shake of his head and a face of reassurance, your panic sets a little, but you were still on edge. 

Though the softness in his low voice helped a lot more, “I’m best friends with the boss, we’re like brother’s here. Chan is chill, as long as you aren’t here when I cash up, we’re golden”.

“As long as you’re sure,” you smiled, letting him be a gentleman as you headed into the stock room, the door closing slowly behind you. 

At the sight of the shelves stacked high and fully, you gulp. Hoping that you wouldn’t have to go through everything with him, but luckily, you didn’t have to. 

“We only need a couple of things, see that trolley? We usually put everything we need on there to take it out with us so we don’t have to do multiple journeys to get stock,” Felix says from behind you, already taking a few things and placing them on the said trolley.

“If you could just grab those takeaway ups and lids for me, about 4 of each that’ll be fantastic,” he smiles as you nod, ready to help him out. 

You take one look at the shelf and realise that the lids were up higher than you could ever reach on your tip-toes, leaving that challenge for after grabbing the cups down first which weren’t that high anyway. 

Then it came to it, you sighed, looking around for some type of stool or something to give you that little extra height to be able to grab onto the plastic sleeve that the lids were in, but there was nothing at all.

Hearing you getting a little frustrated, Felix gazes over at you, a smile appearing on his face at how cute you were at attempting to reach it. 

He expected you to deny his help but once he offered, the little nod and pout that you gave him were cuter than you trying to grab it in the first place.

Instead of asking you to move aside, he’s right up against your back, reaching for the lids with one hand as the other fall to your waist. 

To you, it looked like he was almost struggling himself, but once his hand fell on you, he couldn’t help but need to indulge at the moment. 

Knowing it would be too weird to prolong it, Felix finally grasps the lids, throwing them onto the trolley. 

Once he turns back around, his eyes fall on you looking up at him with that sweet smile that made him go head over heels for you in the first place. 

Though his hand never left your side, and once his eyes connected with yours, he unconsciously set his other hand on the other side, breathing starting to get hitched as he fights the urges to kiss you there and there.

“I want to, but I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he whispers as you look up at him with wide eyes, unknowing of where that came from but you knew you’d be lying to yourself if you haven’t thought about him as more than just your barista. 

Realising what he’s doing, he pulls back a little, “I’m sorry, uh...” he blushes with a nervous smile.

His shyness only comes back slightly before you press yourself up against his front, looking up at him as you pull at his hands to put them back on your waist.

Before a smirk could even grow on his face, his lips pressed against yours. Starting off really slow and gentle, but as he wanted more, the further back you were pushed until your back was flush with one of the fridges. 

You gasp at the impact of yourself being pressed against the cold metal, sending goosebumps down your arms at the temperature pressing against your shoulders and through the t-shirt.

“What’s the matter, you cold?” he teased, cocking his head to the side as he notices the goosebumps down your arms.

He was unsure if it was if you were cold or the tension that was starting to fill the room between you.

Again, you would be lying to yourself if you said it was just the coldness of the fridge against you. It was that and the fact he was firmly against your front, warming it up as his boner pressed against the inside of your thigh. 

“I- Uh-” you stutter, as you watched his tongue swipe his bottom lip, finding yourself needing him more than you realised as a puddle fell at your core.

Giving up on finding the words, you pull him back for another kiss, this time it didn’t start off so slow and gentle, but it was passionate and you were both hungry for each other. 

Your wet muscles fought against each other as his hands wrap tightly around your wrists, pulling them above your head, holding them there securely with one hand as the other hoists your leg up against his hip.

“Shit-” you hiss at the sensation of your lip being pulled from in between his teeth, sucking on it lightly as you melt under his touch, eyes connecting with his once again as he lets go of your lip.

“Oh, you like that huh?” he teases, now biting his own lip as you fought for your lips to be pressed against them.

“Hey, that’s my job,” you whine as you watched his plumb bottom lip fall out and teased it against yours, “Are you sure?” he retaliates as he bites yours again.

Though you were quick enough to bite his lip back, pulling on it a little harder than he did to you to test the waters, his low growl sending shivers down your spine, whimpering on his lips despite him barely touching you.

Dropping your leg back down, he looks at you with hunger, and you were desperate for more than just his lips. 

Though with the sudden realisation that there were cameras watching, you pause for a second, staring one down as his lips pressed against your neck, making you breathe heavy. 

“Felix... The cameras,” you moan once his lips press against a sensitive spot, he sucks on the skin lightly before licking over it.

“I can sort that out, don’t worry kitten,” he whispers in your ear as his hand caressed your thigh, inching closer and closer to your core with each fingertip lightly pressing against the clothed skin. 

“We can stop if you want,” he softens, looking at you genuinely as he goes to pull away once again, but you couldn’t wait for him to finish for you to go somewhere, you needed him there and then.

“We can always have round one here,” you suggested, your shy smile once again turning into something incredibly suggestive as he nods, “Only if you’re sure”.

The minute your hand pressed against his clothed boner, he had his answer. You were definitely sure, loving every single deep moan that escaped his lips from you palming him through his work trousers.

“Fuck-” he groans, enjoying this a little too much, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that”.

A smirk on your face tells him that you didn’t do that but he wasn’t one for letting himself get all of the pleasure, lowering your trousers slightly so he could get easy access to your soaked core.

Your breathing becomes hitched the minute his fingers press against your core, playing with your through your underwear before pushing it to the side and his fingers get covered in your slick.

To return the pleasure, you fight with his belt through moments of pure pleasure, taking out his shaft as you slowly started to pump it as his fingers drew digits on your clit. 

The more he circled and pressed against your clit, the quicker you were pumping him, coating his entire shaft with his precum as he gets his fingers completely wet, sticking them into you as you moaned a little louder than expected.

“You’re just as pretty moaning over my fingers as you are sipping at the coffee I make you,” he groans in complete bliss, permanently tattooing the image of your face in his mind as you whimpered over his fingers that caressed your walls.

“Felix-” you cry out loud as you start to lose your pace, trying to focus on also helping him cum but it seemed impossible when his fingers pressed against your sensitive muscle. 

“It’s okay kitten, you cum anytime you want,” he whispers on your lips as he forces his tongue into your mouth.

Your breaths mixed with the sound of groans and whimpers fill the stock room, as you start to feel yourself starting to become very sensitive, the knot starting to pull tight. 

The customer who he’d expected to always be so innocent and sweet was unfolding into something he would’ve never thought under his touch and he loved every second of it.

It was like you had reached cloud 9, with the way his fingers toyed with you so well had you crying as the knot snaps, biting down on his shoulder as your release all over his hand. 

“Such a good girl,” he praised, kissing the side of your temples through a groan, realising that he wasn’t far behind himself, “Shit- Y/N... Knees-”.

With that, the minute you come back to some form of normality, you drop to your knees, eye-level with his shaft, licking up it before taking him whole into your mouth. 

His head throws back in satisfaction as a hand finds it’s way to the back of your head, slightly messing up the ponytail that you had going on as he pushes his fingers through your hair, pulling on it slightly.

The girl he had a crush on now had their mouth around him, and if he thought it couldn’t get any better, he was wrong.

The way you used your mouth like a professional, had him shaking at the knees, unable to hold it back any longer as he twitches in your mouth, soon to be followed by a hot string of cum oozing down your throat.

“Shit- Oh my god- Kitten- So fucking- Good,” he groans so lowly, making your core pulsate at the sound as you swallowed every drop of his release, gently licking his shaft as he lets you pull away with a pop. 

“Free coffee for you anytime you fucking want,” he pants, looking down at you on your knees as a smirk makes its way onto his face.

“How about being able to get this anytime you want?” you happily offered, getting to your feet as you threw your arms around him, his hands resting just above your ass. 

“I’d love that, but first, let me finish my job so we can get out of here quicker, this is just the beginning,” he growls into your ear near the end of his sentence, pulling away to kiss you lightly on the cheek. 

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