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So I had this idea for the ice queen/tyrant king au! How about he got everything ready for the proposal (location, the words all that) he is in the middle of his speech when he gets interrupted just seconds before he popped the question, so he tries again but the same thing happens and he thinks that the mood is ruined and doesn't propose.

Gil felt a chill in the air as soon as he walked into Thena's office. He gulped, staring down two of the women he was most afraid of angering in the world. He buttoned his suit jacket, "Imo."

The short, grey haired woman glowered at him. She barked, "hello, Disappointment."

"Okay," Gil sighed heavily, dropping the veil of respecting his elders pretty quickly. She looked appalled, but he walked past her towards Thena at her desk. "You okay?"

"Of course," Thena smiled, although he could see on her face that she hadn't exactly been having a friendly chat with his aunt. "We have been discussing...business."

"Like what?" Gil grumbled. Why today? Why today of all days?

The ring box in his pocket felt like it weighed a ton.

His aunt seated herself on Thena's meeting couch, situating her jeogori just so around her. She glared at the two of them, "sit."

Gil frowned, but Thena rose from her office chair to indulge the woman. He looked at her, reaching towards her but not making contact, "you sure, Ice?"

She gave him a smile, which he took as a yes, following her to sit across from the esteemed head of his family. He sat beside Thena stiffly, both of them reserved in posture and seated an appropriate distance apart.

"I came to see what you've been doing," his aunt began again in English, although she had a way of making it sound like the entire language was beneath her. "Fooling around here."

Gil frowned, "and what does that mean?"

"After burning our alliance with the little heiress' family," his aunt huffed. Although, it was a little funny to think that even those considered her allies had taken up the mocking nickname for her. "We expected you to return home to make amends and repair some of your family's reputation."

Thena snuck just her eyes over to look at him.

But Gil just shrugged, no remorse - and barely any respect - to it. "And I told you that expecting me to marry the little heiress was always out of line. I have my own business here, and I am too old for you to be ordering around like a child."

"You are a child" the woman snapped at him again, only her age and experience allowing her to snarl at a grown and middle aged man--a gang leader, at that. "You are my sister's child."

Thena looked at Gil more openly this time, watching to see him react. He was only becoming more frustrated, and she could understand why. But he was probably about two carefully chosen words away from getting completely excommunicated from his family ties.

"Ungrateful," his aunt slapped another singular word onto him to label everything that had happened in the past year-and-some of their lives.

"I don't-" Gil paused as Thena put a hand on his arm, which he just now noticed he had crossed stubbornly.

"I understand," she said to the woman gently, although his aunt looked disgusted to be addressed directly by Thena at all. "But Gil is right. He does not need your assistance in his life or his business here."

His aunt took a long look at them both, her hardened stare enough to cut down anyone less resilient than hardened criminals. "Gil?"

Gil snorted, uncrossing his arms and taking Thena's hand in his, holding them both on her thigh. His aunt had a good pokerface, but he knew that as far as she was concerned, this was as bad as watching him feel Thena up in front of her. "What did you really come here for, Imo?"

She eyed their connected hands like some kind of varmint. "I came to see what was keeping you here--wasting your life and our business!"

"I'm here for the woman I love!"

Both women looked at him as he raised his voice. He would apologise later, but this was important. Thena gave his hand a squeeze, "Gil."

"I am here because my home is here," Gil stated proudly, staring down his terrifying aunt. "Thena is here. I said it to the little heiress and I'll say it again."

"Gilgamesh," his aunt drawled as a warning for him to very quickly rethink raising his voice and arguing with her.

"No," he continued, turning his hand in Thena's and linking their fingers together. "This is the woman I choose!--the soul that matches mine! I will not consider anyone else and I will never be happy unless it's with her beside me!"

"Thena is the sun of my world," Gil clutched at his chest, rumpling his shirt as if trying to keep his heart from ripping through his rib cage. "Everyday starts and ends with her, or it's a waste. Every minute I spend without her is a waste."

His aunt was thoroughly unmoved by his romanticism.

"I never cared if I was happy before," Gilgamesh professed, and not to gain any sympathy or pity tears. But just out of honesty, "I didn't think it mattered. I was raised not to think it mattered. Business is business, and family is family, and anything else isn't important. That's our way, right?"

It was a way that Thena was also familiar with; and why she had erased herself and all ties with her family from record.

"But I didn't even know what happiness was!" Gil laughed, unable to resist looking at Thena any longer. He smiled. "I had no idea just how happy I could be, if only for her."

His aunt cleared her throat. "That is-"

"Will you let me finish?!"

"Gil," Thena soothed in an instant, her velvety tone washing over him and relaxing his wound up muscles. She looked at his aunt for him. "We are together. That is all you have to report back to your family."

"Is that so?"

"It is," Thena pressed, her eyes sharpening again. "I do believe I told the little heiress to convey that message for me when I sent her back to you--incomplete as she was."

The matriarch lifted her chin to look at Thena dead in the eye. Perhaps she hadn't believed that it was someone calling themselves the Ice Queen who had actually cut off the girl's finger. But it seemed that the woman of Gil's choosing was even stronger than he was.

"Gilgamesh is mine," Thena stated with no room for argument. She brought her left hand up to sit atop their joined ones, "and I am his. That is all I have to say."

Gil sat up straighter as his aunt's eyes bounced over them both. With nothing left to lose, he scooted a little closer to Thena. If his aunt was about to kill him then at least he could die with Thena holding his hand.

"I see."

That was it? Gil watched as his aunt brushed off her jeogori needlessly, the lines of her face relaxing as she let go of whatever malice she had come bearing. He frowned, "that's it?"

His aunt shrugged, giving what might have passed as an indifferent frown. "It seems the Ice Queen drives a hard bargain."

Thena smiled at the woman, and he could almost imagine his aunt smiling back (if she ever smiled, which she didn't). "I do."

"Fine," his aunt sighed. She looked at them again, "if pale is what you want. A little bony, though."

Gil scowled, pulling Thena closer to him (in a way he was sure would make his aunt positively mortified). "I don't know what you're talking about. She's perfect."

"Gil," Thena attempted to admonish him subtly.

He just smiled down at her, tucking herself closer to him as his aunt stared them down. She was going to give him hell for embarrassing her later, but for now, she just looked cute.

His aunt stood and didn't bother excusing herself, having seen enough. She walked to the door, where Kingo was very obviously listening and waiting to open it from the other side for their guest.

Kingo bowed to the woman as she walked past, still not looking back until she reached the elevator. She looked at him, "you."

"Yes, ma'am," he responded crisply and respectfully. Some clients and allies he could have a little fun with; this woman was obviously not one of them.

"The wedding gift. I'll have it sent here."

Sharp. To the point. Kingo bowed again, "yes, ma'am. The Ice Queen thanks you for your...patronage."

"Hm." And with that, the woman stepped onto the elevator, ready to make the long journey back to the ground floor and the infinitely longer journey back home.

His father would not be happy to hear that she had not dragged his son back to him as she had promised to. But she had made her sister a promise about prioritising not just Gilgamesh as a family member, but as her son. And she had not seen her sister's son smile like that in all his years working in Korea. Perhaps she had never seen him smile like that at all.

i love dreamweaver fic! Can i request a some similar for Law with a crush on a reader with a complex by her small chest? I love one piece but i miss the lack of female body diversity :( Maybe someone tells her something very mean and she's sad for the rest of the day and later drunk she speak with him about her complex and things heat up a little >:3

Hello dear! I know it's been a long time since you sent this ask. I am so sorry for my slowness. I have no particular reason other than I am slow lol, and I lose track of time very easily as well. Law would definitely like anyone regardless of the size of their chest. I wrote a little something and not sure if it's what you had in mind. It's a bit lengthy. I assume you wanted some NSFW since Dreamweaver is a NSFW work. Thank you for requesting! You are so kind. I hope you didn't get tired of waiting and come back to read this. Wish I could tag my anons!

Use Your Words

LAW X FEM READER | NSFW, SHE/HER WORD COUNT: 4.6k (I tried making it shorter but it didn't feel right) CONTENT WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption (sue me), unprotected sex (honestly these guys need to start carrying something imo), nipple play, biting, groping, vaginal penetration, Law is a little mean in this but I feel like that's just who he is by nature lmao, praise kink, slight dom!law, some student/teacher roleplaying if you squint, if you get to the end you might get a hint of yandere!law idk, you tell me!! A SUMMARY: Y/N has always had an insecurity buried deep down inside, that she hides under a bright smile; however, it takes one comment too many one day to ruin her mood. Law can't help but meddle no matter what he says, and is determined to teach Y/N that beauty and pleasure comes in all kinds of sizes.

AT THE BEGINNING – THE SUN

As a child, you were raised like a flower. Watered carefully, watched over, protected from outside elements. You were meant to bloom in spring, but like a summer island, that season never came.

All you knew was blistering heat. A scorching sun. A lukewarm breeze that whispered promises into your hair. Weaved them like tinsel, like frail tendrils of hope.

So you had spread your arms in search for other waters, crooked roots shooting out of your fingertips. Away from your sisters, you learned what it really meant to be alive; to be more than just the spare, the doll like remembrance of your inferiority.

Gifts that you had been given, long buried in the dust of what made your bones, resurface under the right circumstances. The perfect sun. The perfect company. The perfect vessel for your adventures.

Aboard the Polar Tang, you think you forget all your little insecurities; tiny seeds of doubt you buried deep under the earth.

It isn't until the wrong words are sprinkled over their sleeping form, that they rise from their slumber. Gnawing away at your confidence, nibble by nibble. Your hardened shell falls away, exposing the softness inside.

You bring your arms around yourself in your best attempt at protection. When they words hit you, you pretend not to flinch but the sting remains; a blooming bruise in the back of your mind.

It had been the hottest day you had experienced in a long time. Sweat collected on the back of your neck, covering the soft hairs of your nape. You busily twist it and tie it up into a messy bun, unbothered by your skimpy attire. A bikini top had seemed more like a necessity than a bold choice in fashion at the time. You were tasked with gathering enough groceries for your next travel, and you had gone shop to shop, making sure not to miss a single thing. When you make it back to the shore, a small gathering is lounging on the hot sand.

It's quick, and light—the way they stab you with their words. A tiniest comment about the lack of filling in the triangles of your top. Tiny like a pebble, sharp like a knife. You plaster a smile on your face, so wide your cheeks start to hurt. The laugh that bubbles out of you sounds foreign to your ears. You had never laughed like that in your life. If they realized it they didn't show any signs. You laugh until they change the subject, fists clenched so tight your nails bight into the skin of your palms.

ONCE UPON DAWN

The taste is sour, bitter, acrid. You swallow it down until it fills your lungs, pushing out laughter that never reaches yours eyes. You go about your day, eagerly diving into every task available including those not assigned to you. Anything to take the edge off. Anything to keep the gears from spinning, endlessly, in your head.

He thinks he should look away. He thinks he should pretend not to see.

Pretending was less about lying to oneself, and more about a game of survival to Trafalgar D. Law. Pretending to not notice. Pretending to not care. What others didn't see they couldn't exploit. Law could simply not afford any weaknesses.

He watches you throughout the day, muttering convictions that don't stick under his breath. Any further involvement with you would be inadvisable.

Law reminds himself of this as he sits at the back table of the local pub. You have been drinking without much pause since the whole crew decided to go for dinner and drinks. Your voice was loud, unrestrained, and your laugh—for once that day—sounded a lot more like yourself. He hums contemplatively, a frown settling between his dark brows, at the realization. He had no business being so familiar with the sound of your laugh. He should continue to pretend not to know these details. Just like he should pretend not to see the flush on your cheeks, the hazy look in your eyes. He should continue to pretend that as Captain, he should give you freedom to expend energy as you see fit during your free time.

Instead, he stands up and walks over to your table. As captain, he tells himself, it's suddenly his duty to make sure you do not step outside your limits. He clasps the glass in your hand with long fingers. A gentle pull is all it takes to release it from your grasp. Your elbows on the table, head swaying slightly on your shoulders reminds him of your frailty; the one you had hid behind braided branches away from the view of others.

You look up at him through your lashes, a silly grin on your berry colored lips.

“Hey Cap'n,” you mumble. Law's amber eyes fall on the flush on your cheeks, the glistening drop of alcohol on your bottom lip. He takes a deep breath hoping to quell the sudden burning in his chest. “You should've said you were thirsty.” You pause to gesture at the bar, head bobbing with the swing of your arm. “The bar is open.”

There's a steely look to your eyes as you narrow them. Law smirks. He hadn't known you to be so possessive over your alcohol. The rim of the glass is cold against his lips, and he thinks he smells your breath on it—behind the heady scent of whiskey. The drink goes down smoothly as he throws it to the back of his mouth, finishing it in one large gulp. The burn that remains after reminds him to stay in the present, to not entertain fantasies that should always remain just that—erotic imaginative bedtime stories to be told in the dark.

His hand is warm when it clasps your bicep. Your legs feel gelatinous as he pulls you up, and you reach out blindly to steady yourself. You find yourself colliding with his chest, free hand grasping his unoccupied arm.

“Cap'n” you start again, shaking your head to clear your mind. Your hand lets go of his arm to pat his chest rhythmically. Law's grasp on your arm tightens. “If you wanted to talk, you could have just said so. You're very bad with words tonight.” He finds your choice of words comical. Law decides to show you as much by grinning widely.

“And you're very bad at drinking. You haven't realized you're at your limit?” he asks you with a tilt of his head. You bite down on your bottom lip, annoyance quietly rippling like waves through your body. It wasn't that you loathed his interference. It was just that the heat of his hand seeped through your skin with ease, flooding your mind with thoughts that had no business growing roots inside you. You didn't want to think about his touch on your skin, his lips on your mouth. You didn't want to think about his eyes roving over your body, and what would be running through his mind. Would he like what he saw? Would he laugh instead?

These thoughts scatter, dust you kick up with your feet, as Law half drags you away from the table and out of the pub. You're not sure how long it takes to breach the distance between the pub and the Polar Tang but before you know it you're being tossed on your bed.

You bounce, losing your balance, and fall on your back with your legs up, determined not to get your dirty shoes on your blanket. Law frowns down at your ankles, and grasps them, mumbling under his breath. “If you want them off, you should use your words,” he mutters, repeating your sentiments from earlier. “Hypocrite.”

You watch him quietly, weighing words on your tongue, as he takes off your shoes and socks. He is meticulous, folding the socks into themselves before he twists his torso to and fro on your bed. His eyes are searching for something. You hum, and touch his shoulder tentatively with one foot. “Just toss them anywhere. I'll get them tomorrow,” you tell him. For your audacity, you earn an impassive look, one that makes the corners of your mouth twitch. “You're so rigid. Relax, Cap'n,” you tell him, moving your foot towards his rib cage, poking his sides with your toes. He squirms immediately, and moves away.

“Disgusting,” he says when he finally sees a pile of laundry stacked up on a small sack which he assumed you used as a hamper. “You'll make the room smell like this.”

“Least of my worries!” you cry out from the bed, kicking your legs up again. You hold them up straight in the air as your hands go to your chest. “You think I care about laundry right now? I'm having the worst day of my life!”

Dramatic, Law thinks as he turns from tossing the socks on your hamper. He could think of worse days on the spot, if he was the type to expand on such subjects. When he turns to face you, he becomes increasingly distracted with the way you keep clutching your breasts. Law takes a sharp breath through his nose and expels it noisily out of his mouth. A rustling in his chest, a beast moving underneath crushed leaves, begins to wake. His hands find the pockets of his jeans. Law shoves his fingers as deep as they'll go but the jeans are so tight the task is needlessly complicated.

“Stop it,” he tells you, exasperated with himself and your foolishness. He walks over to your bed, and kicks the mattress. Twice. “What is going on with you today?” You always found the lighting of the submarine to be atrocious, casting yellow where it had no place, but when Law turns his face to look down at you, it nearly takes your breath away. Yellow wasn't so bad after all.

“Do you think I'm unattractive?” you ask him, mind buzzing. A tingling takes over your body. You try to distract yourself by pushing on his shoulder with another foot again but he grabs your ankle immediately.

“What?” he breathes out. A thick brow arches high on his forehead as a crooked smile takes over his mouth. “Where did you get that idea?” What Law wanted to ask was why were you talking about this suddenly? It should have been the right thing to say. Instead, he feared he opened a can of worms he wasn't ready to slay.

When you choose to speak next, his fears are confirmed: “So you think I'm attractive.”

He scowls before he can't reign it in. He finds the amusement in your eyes deplorable. The way your plush mouth purses into a smug grin is unforgivable. You should be punished for it, but he refrains. Instead, he brushes his thumb against the softness of the inside of your ankle.

“I didn't say that but--” he trails off, following the length of your leg to your body. His eyes roam, growing darker, over your belly to your chest where your hands still grasped soft flesh. “Did something happen today?”

He should mind his business. He should leave you to your drunk ramblings, and let you cry yourself to sleep. You'd be over it in the morning. He was sure of it, but something about the misty look in your eyes tethers him to you; to that spot with your ankle in his hand. He sits slowly, adjusting your leg over his shoulder.

“Well,” you stammer nervously, watching him as he turns his face slowly to drop a fluttery kiss on the inside of your ankle. “There's only so many comments you can take about having a flat chest before a girl is allowed to have a meltdown, ya know.”

Law rolls his eyes. He can't help it. He is annoyed at you, at this situation, and at himself. This was beyond ridiculous.

“You're not a child. You know better than to listen,” he kisses your ankle again before gently brushing your leg off his shoulder. You allow your leg to fall on the bed, and you stay still where you lay, afraid that if you move you'd cross a line that should never be crossed. “There is nothing wrong with your breasts. You know that.”

You shrug. Law watches you, careful to keep his breathing in check. Your hair is spread over the pillow, a dark ink that beckons him to fall deeper and deeper. Your eyes are still slightly hazy from the alcohol, but there's a sparkle in the dark that promises a worthwhile adventure. He wouldn't be a pirate if he didn't seize the opportunity with both hands, now would he?

A terrible excuse, he is aware, even as he lowers himself over your body. He traps you between his arms, one hand pressing down on the bed on each side of your head.

“Use your words,” he orders you, his voice dark and loaded; a gun with unrecognizable ammo. If it burns, tears, or cuts you're not sure. All you feel is blood gushing from open wounds. You try to cover them by reaching out, grasping his shoulders with two shaking hands. “What do you want?”

“I want to feel wanted,” you mumble, arching your back as he comes closer. His mouth brushes against your jaw. His breath is hot against your skin. “No, I want to feel desired.” Yes, that was it. You wanted to be the reason for someone's madness. To be the reason their skin feels like an inconvenient barrier, like they would die of thirst if they did not kiss your mouth, if they did not lick your arousal from their lips. His mouth is against your ear as he laughs. You shiver when he licks the shell of it.

“Look at that,” he whispers, his hands finding your face. His body is heavy on yours when he settles on top of you but you don't protest. He looks down at you, darkness swirling behind golden eyes. “See how easy it is? Just for tonight,” he pauses to press his forehead against yours. Law rubs his nose against yours. “I'll give you a lesson. Make sure you learn well. I don't like repeating myself.”

His mouth presses gently against yours, enough to startle you. It's a tenderness you never expected from your captain, the Surgeon of Death. You gasp in shock, and he seizes the opportunity, slipping a tongue past your lips. The taste of whiskey lingers on the inside of your cheeks. Law casts it out with soft strokes, replacing it with memories of him. You shut your eyes tightly, hoping they don't stay. You don't want to deal with the repercussions of having scars in your mouth in the shape of his name.

His hands are soft and warm over your breasts. He squeezes them gently, at first, measuring. He pulls away from your kiss to watch you. Your back arches as he brushes a thumb over your erect nipples over your clothes.

“You don't wear a bra,” he comments. His eyes are on your breasts, a frown deeply nestled between his brows. You flush at his plainness. It was such an off handed comment to make, you're not sure why you're embarrassed.

“I never saw a need,” you tell him, returning his frown. He doesn't see yours, however, too preoccupied with the way his hands can cover your breasts entirely. “They're small enough that I don't need one. It's just an unnecessary expense.”

Law chuckles, letting go of your breasts to grasp the edge of your shirt. He pulls it up, and rolls the edge under your chin. The air is cool against your breasts, and you shudder.

“I do like that about you,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss the space between your breasts. “You're so practical.” There were so many good qualities about you. He didn't understand why you were obsessing over your breasts. He hums against your skin, brushing his cheek against one breast. His skin is scratchy where stubble is starting to grow from this morning's shave. You shiver again, and suck your teeth, annoyed at the impudence of your body. “And sensitive,” he notes with a small smile as he looks up at you through his lashes. He grins, wicked and youthful, before he flicks out his tongue to lick around one nipple.

Your skin is soft under his callused hands. His eyes flutter close at the feel of your nipple around his curled tongue. Your body responds so easily to him, he feels in a trance. Every twist of his fingers around your other nipple, makes you moan. He smiles as he sucks noisily, trying to bring as much as your breast into his mouth as possible. It is greed and lust that propels him, eyes soon too clouded to see reason.

“You're so soft,” he mumbles against the swell of your breast. His teeth snagging on your skin. You clamp down on your lip to keep from crying out. “And you smell good. You feel good too. You want to cum, don't you?” he asks you when he moves to the other breast, leaving teeth marks as he bites his way there. “I know you do. I'll let you cum as long as you keep being a good girl. Just like this.”

There's a stiffness in his jeans, an erection that tries to demand his attention. He ignores it for the sake of another moan, another shudder, another whimper you try to smother on the back of your hand. Law pulls away from your nipple with a pop, drool slowly dripping from a corner of his mouth down his chin. You watch the light catch it on its way down, winking at you deviously.

“If you do that,” he says reaching up to pull your hand away from your mouth by the wrist. He grips it tightly in his hand. “I can't hear you, and I'll stop. Is that what you want?” You shake your head silently, eyes pleading. Law chuckles as he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your wrist, the inside of your palm. He brings your hand to his head, and interlocks his fingers with yours.

“Grip here,” he commands as he stoops back down to your breasts. Whether it was his commanding tone, or the way he grips your nipple between his teeth, you're not sure but your fingers pull on his hair as you yelp, pleasure making your toes curl. He moans against your breast as he sucks noisily. You feel drool covering your breasts, a combination of heat and cool as the wind sweeps over the wetness. Your breathing is erratic, little pants puffing past your lips. “Good,” he mumbles around your nipple, sucking harder the more you moan. “Just like that. But next time,” you feel his lips stretch against your skin. “Pull harder.”

His hands drift to your hips as he sucks. When you pull on his hair, hard just like he wanted, he moans. His fingers dig into your hips and he pulls you close against him. His hardened cock twitches in his jeans and he shakes his head as he pulls away, trying to get rid of his hair in his vision. You reach out tentatively, brush your fingers across his forehead to push back his raven tendrils. They're covered in his sweat, and it coats your fingertips.

There's a sharpness in the way he looks at you, the way his jaw tenses. You think you've made a mistake but you have no time to ponder on it. He wraps his arms around your waist and flips both of you over, until you're laying on top of him—breathless. You blink down at him, stupefied. Law chuckles and slaps your ass, the sound echoing in the room. You jolt and yelp.

“Don't fall asleep on me now. We're in the middle of class,” he tells you with his hands on your hips. Your shirt has fallen back over your breasts, and you shift your weight uncomfortably. The cloth over your sensitive nipples feels like too much, and his cock underneath your heated core is thick and beguiling. You bring a shoulder up, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Take off your clothes,” Law tells you. You look at him, mouth partially opened. Law pats one of your thighs. “Come on. Now.”

You grip the ends of your shirt and pull it over your head. His gaze is on you. You can't see it as you undress, but you feel it. You feel the way his eyes scorch your skin when you slide off him, to pull your pants all the way down. You feel his amusement, as you struggle to take off your panties. Once naked, you're kneeling on the bed, trying to cover your breasts with your arms. It was stupid, you were aware, considering you currently had bruises blooming over them in the shape of Law's teeth. Still, you couldn't help being self conscious.

“That won't do. You keep doing things I told you you're not allowed to do,” he says from his position on the bed. Somewhere along the way, while he watched you struggle with your clothes doing his best to bite down laughter, Law had done away with his as well. He laid on his back, thick cock erect and flush against his lower belly. You swallow at the sight of his dark hair, curled around the base of his cock. You follow up the thin trail that ends at his belly button, mouth watering.

“Fine,” you say, bringing your arms down. You crawl towards him, slowly, enjoying the way his lips part more the closer you get. His mouth is hanging open slightly by the time you straddle him. You move against his length, smearing the wetness of your arousal on him. Law hums, hands finding the softness of your hips. He grips them tightly.

“Good girl,” he says, one hand reaching between his cock and your pussy. His hand finds your folds, and you gasp as he parts them with his fingers, making sure you're sliding your entrance up and down his cock. “That's better. Keep going. I want to feel how wet you are.” He hisses at the feel of you, slowly dragging your hips. You're hot, and wet, so slippery it makes his lashes flutter. He wants to be buried deep inside you. He wants to feel your gummy walls sucking him in, clamping around him when you cum but he's determined to see this through.

It might be his one chance, so he needed to make sure you learned well; learned to never speak lies in his presence, to learn his touch, and the feel of him. He needed you to learn, to understand, that once he fucked you—you'd never be the same.

Law growls, top lip curled as a particularly treacherous stroke of your hips slides against his reddened tip. He's had enough. “Put it in,” he hisses as he leans forward. He picks you up slightly by the hips. You gasp, hands gripping his chest until your nails leave marks. Another growl is stuck in his throat. “Now.”

You're also at your limit. You want nothing more than to feel his thickness inside you, pushing against all your boundaries. You reach down with one hand, and guide him towards your entrance. With his hands on your hips, he lowers you slowly, and he enters you inch by inch. Your mouth drops in a silent moan. You can't look away from his face, captivated by the way his bottom lip quivers. You love the sight of his brows knitting together in pleasure, as if he couldn't believe how good it felt.

There's no time to waste. Law encourages you, whispers orders from where he laid covered in sweat. You start bouncing lightly, enjoying the way your pussy is stretched to its limit. You whimper as you bounce faster, harder, feeling him deeper and deeper as your confidence grows. Law leans forward to pull you closer, to bring his mouth to your breasts. He sucks on your nipples as you bounce. “Ah!” you cry out, lights flickering against your vision. “Wait. If you do that--” Law cuts you off with a hiss.

“If I do, then what?” he hisses against your skin, kissing up your chest, and up the column of your neck. He licks along the underside of your chin. “You'll cum? That's the whole point, love. Or did you forget? I need you to pay closer attention.” He chuckles against your pulse before sucking on it. Law starts moving his hips, thrusting upwards as you bounce. You cry out with each thrust, his movements growing faster, rougher, losing any kindness he had afforded you before. “You're going to fail this lesson if you don't keep up.”

You throw your head back in ecstasy. A moan starts softly and grows louder, a wailing song that you're sure could be heard outside your corner of the Polar Tang. It should embarrass you, douse you with shame like the sweat that covers your body but you don't care. All you care about is chasing the pleasure that Law's cock gives you. You increase your pace, slapping your hips against his. His balls are heavy, occasionally hitting your ass when he thrusts upwards. The sound is lewd, enticing, encouraging.

“Keep going,” he pants against your neck, holding you tightly against him. You yell, golden sparks of light blinding you. You shut your eyes tightly, as the coil inside you tightens so deadly you feel you might suffocate. “You're doing so good. You feel so good around my cock. So wet, and tight. You're taking me so well.” He drags his lips away from your neck, where he had sucked hard enough to leave bruises. He pushes his mouth against yours with a soft growl. “Good girl,” he whispers before sucking on your bottom lip.

Maybe it was those words, or maybe it's the kiss. You're not sure but you feel yourself fall apart. You cry out, bury your fingers in his hair as you cum. Your tight gummy walls clamp around his cock, milking him towards his own orgasm. When he cums, he keeps you on his lap, fucking up into you. His cum is hot, and slippery, some of it sliding down his length and on to his pelvis burying into his dark hair. You feel possessed, something encouraging you to continue bouncing on his lap.

Law grins against your cheek, and kisses across it to your temple. He tries to hide his grin in your hair. A grin full of self satisfaction and perhaps a little sinister. He feels like the cat who just swallowed the canary whole—bones, feathers, beak and all.

“That's my good girl,” he says, stroking your hair as he holds your head against the side of his face. He grins at the opposing wall as your hips slow down. You're mewling in his ear, as if starved, as if you couldn't get enough. He had been right, you needed this lesson. He had had his eyes on you for a while, pretending he didn't want you, pretending he could ignore you. Now, he finally has you right where he always had fantasized about—eating out of the palm of his hand. “You stay right there for as long as you like.” He winces at one particular bounce, his cock still painfully hard. “I have so much more to teach you.”

your poland headcanons? plz add his phoneix for it

hm. because I'm American and I'm not confident in my grasp of Polish history, most of my Poland headcanons usually involve Feliks' relationships with other characters, most prominently Alfred. when it comes to headcanons about Feliks alone, I usually take cues from Eastern Europeans in the fandom. so it's probably better you ask one of them.

but regarding Feliks and Alfred, I have a lot of hcs! most of them basically boil down to Feliks being one of the earliest and most important figures in Alfred's life along with Arthur. readmore for length.

historically: Jamestown was built by Poles. as in, the artisans and craftsmen that John Smith brought along to build Jamestown were Polish. in addition, the first recorded workers' strike of the Americas was led by these Polish workers in 1619 to protest their lack of right to vote (ironic!). by 1620, there were about two dozen Poles in Jamestown.

so my headcaonon is that it's very possible Feliks was present when Arthur pulled him from the earth for the first time, and Feliks was definitely present and directly involved in helping Arthur throughout Alfred's infancy and childhood. if Arthur is Alfred's father, Feliks is his childhood nanny and teacher.

historically: a lot of Poles who immigrated to the English colonies during the 17th century were Protestants fleeing Catholic-majority Poland.

my headcanon is that this puts an odd spin on Alfred's relationship with Feliks. imo Feliks possibly adopted Protestantism while he was in the Americas (because Arthur would likely limit his contact with Alfred otherwise) but was still very sympathetic to Catholics in the colonies.

historically: the first partitions of Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth occurred in 1772, leading to a large number of them immigrating to the colonies just in time to throw down for the American Revolution. one such Pole was Casimir Pulaski, known today as the father of the American cavalry, because of course of COURSE it would have to be a Pole why would you ever think otherwise. today you can see his statue in DC, along with that of Tadeusz Kościuszko, who would later go on to lead a rebellion against the Russians.

(amusingly enough, this means Russia has been on our shit-list since the American Revolution and I think that's beautiful.)

my headcanon: I can't believe Feliks taught Alfred how to ride a horse and hate Russians. Feliks saw Alfred's staunch loyalty toward Arthur and the British empire and went "I can fix him."

also can you imagine Alfred, Feliks, and Gilbert at Valley Forge? that's fucking sitcom potential right there.

historically: views of Poland were heavily influenced by memories of the American Revolution, so when the November Uprising began in 1831, Americans were fiercely pro-Polish independence. although the US government never sent military aid (tbf, that's a tall order considering the distance and Relatively small size of the US at the time), Americans such as Edgar Allan Poe volunteered to fight for the Poles, and the US sent financial support and gifts. the defeat of the uprising actually significantly hurt Russian-American relations, as American newspapers closely and prolifically documented oppression of the Poles by the Russians and Germans to the point that Tsar Nicholas I asked the US Secretary of State to formally rebuke American journalists (lmao that sounds familiar). apparently the US ambassador made some vague promises to advise the press to tone it down a notch, but the first amendment really put a dint in any real effort here.

my headcanon: I don't have a set date for the first time Alfred met Ivan, but I do know that Alfred disliked him before they even met. whoops.

historically: at the end of WW1, one of the major American grievances against the Allies was that the Treaty of Versailles didn't give Poland independence, but instead allowed them to be occupied by the Soviets.

if Alfred didn't have enough reason to hate Europe by 1918, being forced to betray his childhood nanny would definitely do it.

historically: American relations with the communist government of Poland were, as you can imagine, mixed and complicated, so you'll forgive me for not going further into it without more research.

historically: but relations between the US and the third Polish republic? still complicated and have had multiple points of controversy (especially with Trump and then Duda in office), but overall very friendly. it's worth mentioning to me that the US was initially hesitant on inviting Poland into NATO, which caused the Poles to embark on what I can only describe as Looney Tunes-esque political intrigue that eventually resulted in the American GOP going to bat for Poland and Clinton seemingly throwing his hands up in the air about it.

headcanon: Feliks: I have gained assurances from the Russians that the Kremlin will not consider Polish ascendancy to NATO a hostile action. Alfred: are these real assurances or did you get Vanya to sign something while he was drunk off his ass? Feliks: real assurances. Alfred: sober assurances? Feliks: I have real assurances. Alfred: alright, let's see em! Feliks: Alfred: Alfred: Feliks, a sober man did not write this. Feliks: but it is real!

Gwynriel smut lol

Okay yall I truly struggle writing smut...I deal with a lot of shame revolving anything with sex, but I figured writing a fanfic might be therapeutic in a sense. If you don't like it, please move along. It may not be spicy enough or perhaps you find it too spicy; either way, pls be considerate in the comments below. Probably 18+ if you read acosf then this is about the same level IMO. Idk what type of warnings to give with smut so I supposed continue at your own discretion.

“Um, Az?” Gwyn hesitantly called for her mate. She did not want to admit to being stuck, but there was no avoiding it.

“Yeah?” He released his cock from his hand to look at the beautiful female tied up in his bed. He caressed her soft backside before nipping it quickly.

“Az! Focus,” her giggles undermined the harsh tone she was attempting to use. “I’m stuck.” She tried to look back at him. But the ties they were using were particularly tight. She would have to teach Az a softer knot.

“That is kind of the point, is it not?” He continued to nip at her bottom in a playful manner. The giggles it elicited sent heat straight to his groin. He gripped his cock again and started pumping it with one hand while his other hand drifted to her thighs that were spread apart with the help of the very sturdy ribbons they were using.

“Azriel.” She whined his name.

They were attempting something that Gwyn found in a book that Nesta so kindly gifted her for Gwyn’s birthday one year. It clearly needed more detailed instructions because this was not as “loose” nor “comfortable” as she had read the position to be. Azriel gave one final chuckle before surrendering.

“Where do I need to fix it, love?”

“Loosen the ties on my wrists. I want to be able to prop myself up.”

He immediately went to work on the ribbons around her wrists. The action caused a rush of heat to flood Gwyn. As much as they teased each other, he always listened to her requests. Even if it doused some of the ambiance, he always stopped to make sure she was comfortable. It was the single most attractive thing he did, in her opinion. Nothing made her want him more than his quietly respectful demeanor. She could think of a few instances where his manners benefitted him greatly at the end of the night. Her fantasies were interrupted by the ribbons loosening. She sighed as she propped herself up on her elbows, making sure her backside was on perfect display for her mate. He stifled a groan by sinking his teeth into her more than supple bottom. She often found little bruises there from all his sucking and biting.

“Please continue.” She moaned as his teeth scraped at her. She never wanted him to stop especially when he brought his fingers back in between her thighs.

“What was that, love? I do not think I heard you.” Azriel said in his quiet, spymaster voice. It always turned Gwyn on when he used this tone, so she could not find it in herself to be mad that he wanted her to beg. She would beg if it meant he would keep talking.

“Please?” She tried again. “I want you to-“ her body jerked as he brushed lightly over her most sensitive area. She tried to scoot back towards his hand when he pulled away, but the ties prevented that. She whimpered to show her dissatisfaction. Azriel only chuckled in response.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me!” It was a desperate plea. She would allow him to tease her later for how quickly she started to beg; but for now, she simply needed his touch.

“Your wish is my command.” He used that same quiet, sultry voice.

Finally, his fingers were moving with a purpose. He circled her clit while using his other hand to pump inside of her. She started to wriggle underneath his touch. He knew she was close now.

“Yes! Azriel yes!”

It always filled him with so much pride when he could get her to moan his full name. His shadows roamed, untamed. They caressed every part of her that they could reach. She moaned even louder when a shadow slowly creeped up her back.

“Let me touch you.” She said in such a demanding tone that Azriel could not stop his smile even if he tried. He moved his hands faster, swirling her clit in a rhythmic motion that had her bucking against the ties.

“Soon.” He mutter. He would finish her off several times first. He could feel it building in her as her body tightened and she held in her breath.

“Do not stop!” She demanded once more. A sly grin slid onto his face even though he knew she could not see it since his fingers were sliding into her from behind. He slowed his speed down until he completely pulled his hands away altogether. She practically screeched in outrage.

“What was that? Did you say stop?”

“Azriel!” She yelped.

He plastered his front to her back, brought his mouth to her ear and his hand around the front to cup her. He started slow ministrations over again that had her whimpering.

“Who gives the orders in this bed?” Azriel asked with so much smugness that Gwyn wanted to yell many obscenities at him. She did not though considering he was slowly bringing her right back to the edge of her climax. She promised to pay him the same courtesies when it was his turn in the ribbons.

“You.” She muttered as though she was displeased, but truly she could not be more aroused. She knew he could tell by how wet his fingers must be by now.

“That’s right. I will let you know when I start taking orders from bossy Valkyries though.” The rough tone was so erotic as his mouth brushed against the shell of her ear that she thought she might finish right then and there. Secretly, she loved when he told her what to do. She had a feeling it was not much of a secret to him though. He intertwined one of his hands with hers while the other hand continued to torture her. He kept his chest firmly pressed against her back as she rode his hand. The restraints only added to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

She felt his very large cock press against her entrance from the back. She pushed back against him to try and take it all as his fingers continued to play with her. The restraints kept her legs in place though. She groaned out in frustration.

“Please?” She asked once again. She turned her head to look at his beautiful face only to see a look of utter concentration.

He, normally, only looked like this when he was writing a report for the High Lord. It always made her blood pump with arousal, so she was excited to see it now. He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and then lined himself up at her entrance.

“Azriel, I love you, but I swear to the cauldron if you do not enter me right now- ah!” She moaned loudly as Az finally entered her in one rough push.

He began rocking his hips- in and out. Gwyn tried to meet each thrust with one of her own, but the ties were proving difficult. She would need to add her own angry anecdote to the page on this position in her book. He thrust so deeply that Gwyn screamed out for all to hear.

“Fuck yes. Keep going please.” She made sure to add on the please at the end to keep him appeased. He made a loud moan himself as he continued to pump into her.

“Unless you want Cassian and Nesta to hear, I suggest you quiet down.” He was gritting his teeth as he said it. He was clearly trying to maintain some sort of control. Gwyn smirked as she knew that he always finished fast from this position.

“Payback.” Is all she uttered.

Azriel’s fingers swirled around her clit right as he hit a deep spot inside her. It had her coming so hard and long that she was certain she lost her vision for a second. She may have also been screaming, but she was not entirely sure. His fingers did not stop their movements on her though. It was such an intense feeling she almost wanted to ask him to stop. He kept pumping into her though while he tried to find his own release. Her hips were meeting his thrust for thrust. She could feel as his speed picked up and he became more wild and unhinged. It was her favorite part of sex with him. When he was so close that he almost gave over complete control and was not quite as gentle with her as he normally was.

“Fuck.” He muttered much quieter than Gwyn had when she finished. The hand that was interlaced with hers was squeezing so tightly that she worried her hand would go numb. She sighed contently. She knew with the Shadowsinger at her side, they could accomplish anything.

“Think I’m pregnant yet?” Gwyn asked once she had been untied, and they had finished a few more rounds.

They both lay on their back with Azriel’s arm tucked under her head. He pulled her closer to place a kiss on her forehead. It was such a tender moment that it made her heart squeeze. She started tracing his chest tattoos with her fingers. Azriel smiled softly at that. He noticed she could never sit still. If she was not tracing his tattoos, then it was his scars on his hands. If not that, then she was chasing his shadows around the room. She was only truly still when she slept.

“Good news is that we can keep trying until you are.”

“Very good news indeed.” A mischievous smile curled at her lips while the hand that had been tracing tattoos started trailing downwards.

“Again?” He asked astonished. He figured that she would definitely be sated at least until tomorrow. She rolled her eyes, but the smile stayed in place.

“A baby is not going to magical insert itself, now is it?” A smirk played at his lips.

“Just for that I am not going to let you finish for at least the next two rounds.”

There’s going to be spoilers for the Here’s Negan episode in this post. I’m not tagging it twd spoilers bc I don’t want this coming up in search. This is your warning! (I’m hoping writing “twd spoilers” here will be enough for blacklists to pick it up.)

I’m thinking of what I want to take from the episode and include in my portrayal. I will be sticking to Negan’s original comic book backstory. As much as I enjoyed the episode, my portrayal has been built upon his comic backstory for over three years now, and the way things were changed in the show make it impossible for both versions to exist together. However, there are little things I’ll take from it. Here are some things I’m adapting into my portrayal in some way:

Smith. Yes, Negan is now officially Negan Smith. No, your characters don’t get to know this information until he personally tells them (it’s fine if they do in banter/crack RPs, just not serious threads.)

“You Are So Beautiful” being Negan and Lucille’s song.

Negan being a gamer. Not heavily, but I always imagined him dabbling in it.

Negan having reading glasses. But can usually manage without them, hence why we never see him wearing them anywhere else. Could probably use a pair in the current season as his vision gets worse with age.

Negan getting into a fight with that man at the bar. HOWEVER, my Negan did not beat him badly enough to be sent to the hospital. He does not get fired, sued, or get charged. They were just two idiots that got into a fight over something stupid. Negan is still a gym teacher when the outbreak hits. He does however have a past of getting fired from previous jobs.

Negan’s more caring, loving side while taking care of Lucille. While she passed away at the very start of the outbreak on this blog, a lot of the sweeter moments we see of them in the episode will instead be moments they had together pre-apocalypse after Negan left his mistress and began focusing on her again.

Negan using his basement as a bunker and staying there in the early days of the outbreak. Only the first 3-4 weeks. Eventually realizes he needs to move, and continuing to stay there just brings back painful memories after losing Lucille. He burns the house down before leaving as a way to put it behind him, and keep himself from being tempted to return.

Laura (and Franklin) being one of the early Saviors. I’m not sure how to fit this in yet, since for my Negan it’s still Dwight’s group that takes him in. Maybe Negan encounters them, they offer some medical/first aid supplies but he doesn’t stay with them bc he’s grown tired of losing people. Maybe their group of doctors falls apart and they turn up again later as part of the group Negan welcomes in (the one whose leader he kills.) I dunno! But Laura is with the group before they reach the Sanctuary.

The leather jacket being a “gift” from Lucille. I’m still debating this, but I like that it gives the jacket some meaning. Maybe it’ll be an actual gift and not something Negan technically bought.

Things I am NOT incorporating:

Lucille surviving months into the apocalypse. I am open to RPing show canon with Lucille blogs! But otherwise I’m sticking to comic canon. Negan being alone from the start is an important part of his story.

Negan lying to get out of driving Lucille to the doctors. I’m keeping comic canon where she collapses and is brought to the hospital. He is with her when she gets her diagnosis.

Laura giving him the bat. I love this idea for the show! It just doesn’t fit in with what I have established on this blog.

As mentioned, he doesn’t get fired from his teaching job.

He doesn’t cheat on Lucille with Janine, nor does he keep it secret. Lucille knows and Negan tells her once it’s over. Still debating this but it’s just some mistress in comic canon and idk if I want to switch it to being Lucille’s friend.

Craven’s group being Negan’s first Lucille victims. I’ll still have them be a group he encounters at some point (minus the held captive aspect), but his first victim is still the leader of the group he encounters in the comics, since there’s a lot more meaning behind it imo.

So... yup. I’m still thinking about some things but this is what I got for now.

          *  .  desirée lindbergh was spotted in the fashion district adorning prada platform chelsea boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to you know i'm no good by amy winehouse . you may know them as @desi or as that aisha potter  lookalike . their twenty first birthday just passed . while living in the upper east side  , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be duplicitous but on the other hand reliable . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines . ( cis female / she/her + c / 21+ / she/her )   .  

         hey  !!!!!!  i  was  planning  on  coming  thru  with  a  cool  intro  to  establish  myself  as  a ~ cool ~  person , but  covid  has  absolutely  ✨ decimated  ✨  my  social  skills  so  ,,,,,,,  this  is  what  im  left  with  .  anywho  hi  i’m  c  (  short  for  clown  tbfh  )  ,  im  21+  ,  from  the  rainy  ole’  pnw  ,  &  i  use  she / her  pronouns  .  i  was  in  wealthy  like  , , , ,  AGES  ago  &  tbh  i’ve  been  missing  it  real  bad  lately  so  here  i  am  with  a  brand  new  bitch  , , , , ,  ms  .  desi  lindbergh  🖤  i  just  finished  reading  the  girl  with  the  dragon  tattoo  so  you’ll  find  elements  from  that  novel  in  my  biography  like  the  names  ,  & the  general  ‘ company  comes  first ‘  &  ‘  no  one  gets  a  divorce  in  this  family ’  attitudes  .  but  hennyway  here’s  a  pinterest  board  ,  &  my  discord  is  𝐌 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁#1264  (  the  best  tiktok  song  imo  )  .  my  bio  is  rambly  but  there  are  stats  at  the  top  ,  personality  &  wanted  connections  (  inc  .  this  sideblog  w  wanted  plots  )  at  the  bottom  !  xoxo

*  .  stats  .

full  name : desirée  ‘ desi ’  charlotte  lindbergh - montenegro

age : twenty - two

gender : cis  female

pronouns : she / her  

pob ; current  home : london  ,  england  ;  current  residence  in  tribeca  .

family : henrik  lindbergh  (  80  ,  deceased  ,  ceo  of  lindbergh  corporation  )  ;  miriam  montenegro  (  46  ,  lives  in  the  upper  east  side & london  ,  supermodel  turned  vindictive  widow  )  ;  no  siblings  or  pets  .

birthday : september  2  ,  1998  ;  virgo  sun  ,  taurus  moon  ,  cancer  rising .

career : heiress / model / daddy’s credit card swiper  .

drinking / drugs / smoking :  yes / no / occasionally .  

physical : aisha  potter  fc ,  dark  brown  mid - length  hair  ,  dark  brown  eyes  ,  no  tattoos  ,  two  ear  lobe  piercings  in  each  ear  ,  5 ′ 6 ″ .

*  .  character biography .

1998  : miriam  montenegro  ,  an  english  model  coming  from  a  humble  background  ,  made  it  big  when  she  was  scouted  for  runway  shows  ,  eventually  making  her  way  to  being  a  household  name  .  by  the  age  of  twenty  five  ,  she’d  found  love  (  or  ,  financial  comfort  ,  rather  )  with  the  fifty  nine  year  old  henrik  lindbergh  ,  a  swedish  business  magnate  whose  involvement  in  global  industrialization  spanned  far  wider  than  the  european  economy  .  the  relationship  took  the  world  by  surprise  ,  miriam’s  friends  being  far  more  involved  in  pop  culture  than  an  aged  man  .  while  she  claims  it  was  love  ,  the  world  had  already  made  up  its  mind  on  her  motive  —  money  .

the  pair  got  married  six  months  after  they  initially  became  involved  , & desi  was  born  a  year  after  .  her  father  ,  the  product  of  the  ‘  silent  generation  ‘  ,  was  of  the  impression  that  children  should  be  seen  ,  not  heard  ,  an  outdated  idea  that  her  mother  was  comfortable  abiding  by  .  desirée  ,  by  association  ,  quickly  became  accustomed  to  the  spotlight  ,  the  interest  in  the  uncommon  relationship  between  miriam & henrik  only  growing  after  the  birth  of  their  sole  child  .  desi  grew  up  a  prop  ,  a  toy  for  her  mother  to  dress  up  in  matching  outfits & parade  on  the  global  stage  ,  before  stepping  behind  closed  doors  &  forgetting  about  the  child  entirely  .  this  led  to  desi  being  raised  almost  exclusively  by  nannies  ,  her  mother  more  interested  in  savouring  the  last  of  her  youth & her  father  too  busy  with  his  international  duties  .    originally  based  in  london  ,  the  family  moved  to  new  york  when  desirée  was  starting  her  schooling  to  be  closer  to  the  hustle & bustle  of  american  life  .

2017  : desirée  is  graduating  high  school  a  year  early  after  having  been  sent  to  institut  auf  dem  rosenberg  ,  a  swiss  private  school  that  prides  itself  on  being  highly  exclusive∫ˆ  highly  expensive  .  the  name  was  a  selling  point  for  her  father  ,  but  more  importantly  she  would  be  safe & out  of  the  way  on  another  continent  while  her  parents  bickered  ceaselessly  .  desirée  found  herself  to  be  nothing  special  at  rosenberg  ,  her  identity  having  been  formed  on  the  idea  that  public  exposure  equated  to  popularity  ;  without  the  constant  public  eye  while  at  school  ,  desi  found  a  freedom & lightness  she  hadn’t  before  experienced  .  she  could  be  real  , & have  real  friends  , & not  be  putting  on  a  fake  smile  to  allude  an  air  of  comfort  .  most  of  all  ,  she  could  get  away  from  her  spiteful  mother  ,  who  ,  once  desi  hit  puberty  ,  saw  her  as  a  threat  to  her  own  beauty  ,  success  , & public  popularity  .  being  sent  to  private  school  was  the  best  thing  to  happen  to  desi & her  mother’s  relationship  .

after  graduating  ,  desirée  moved  back  to  new  york  city  ,  moving  back  into  the  expansive  upper  east  side  apartment  , & being  sure  to  move  into  a  room  on  the opposite side  of  the  home  from  her  parents  .  being  thrust  back  into  the  spotlight  ,  a  ‘  homecoming  ‘  of  sorts  that  her  mother  capitalized  on  ,  desi  fell  into  a  depression  .  she  feared  leaving  the  house  ,  she  feared  that  people  would  only  want  to  be  her  friend  in  order  to  access  the  family’s  wealth  (  a  seed  of  an  idea  planted  in  her  father  at  the  age  of  twelve  ,  when  she  was  told  there  was  to  be  no  dating  unless  their  family’s  net  worth  was  over  500  million  )  .  soon  enough  ,  though  ,  desi  made  the  choice  to  get  in  contact  with  her  mother’s  rival  modeling  agency  ,  inquiring  about  the  possibility  about  modeling  .  they  ,  of  course  ,  welcomed  the  legacy  with  open  arms  ;  her  mother  ,  however  ,  decided  that  this  deceipt  would  not  be  tolerated  under  her  roof  , & kicked  desi  out  as  soon  as  she’d  heard  .  desi  called  her  father  crying  ,  explaining  the  situation  over  the  phone  ,  who  immediately  created  a  separate  bank  account  of  her  own  for  desi  ,  secretly  hidden  away  in  an  overseas  bank  to  avoid  her  mother  finding  out  .  the  account  held  far  more  than  desirée  needed  ,  but  it  was  her  father  who  enabled  her  to  get  back  on  her  feet  ,  find  her  own  home  , & start  a  career  for  herself  .  

2020 : desirée  hardly  speaks  to  her  mother  ,  though  they  keep  up  the  public  illusion  that  they  are  as  close  as  a  mother  -  daughter  duo  can  be  .  her  father  though  ,  now  80  years  old  ,  was  actually  close  with  desi  ,  the  two  catching  up  daily & him  celebrating  her  accomplishments  she  believed  were  self  -  earned  .  in  october  ,  though  ,  she  received  a  phone  call  from  her  father’s  attorney  ,  mr.  berger  ,  who  informed  her  that  henrik  was  in  the  hospital  in  critical  condition  after  a  heart  attack  .  she  flew  to  stockholm  ,  where  her  father  had  been  taking  care  of  business  items  , & realized  that  it  was  time  to  say  her  goodbyes  .  her  father & her  played  chess  ,  talked  about  her  childhood  , & reconciled  on  any  old  issues  .  he  passed  away  three  days  after  she’d  arrived  .  seeming  as  if  he’d  been  able  to  tell  something  horrible  was  coming  ,  henrik  had  updated  his  will  a  matter  of  weeks  before  the  heart  attack  ,  naming  desiree  as  the  sole  inheritor  of  all  his  assets & belongings  .  except  ,  of  course  ,  her  mother  ,  who  inherited  a  whopping  five  dollars  from  her  husband  .  this  was  ,  mr  .  berger  explained  to  desi  ,  so  that  miriam  could  not  claim  that  she  had  accidentally  been  left  out  , & was  entitled  to  more  of  his  estate  .  

if  this  wasn’t  enough  ,  the  press  soon  released  that  interntional  business  mogul  henrik  lindbergh  had  passed  away  , & the  companies  he  owned  were  now  owned  by  a  twenty  one  year  old  model  who  had  never  truly  worked  one  day  in  her  life  .  to  make  matters  worse  ,  her  mother  quickly  played  the  victim  ,  launching  a  multitude  of  lawsuits  against  her  own  daughter  for  defamation & coercing  her  father  to  leave  her  mother  out  of  it  .  berger  quickly  chose  desirée’s  side  ,  though  he  couldn’t  become  her  personal  attorney  out  of  conflict  of  interest  with  the  executing  of  the  will  .  as  the  accounts  lie  in  limbo  during  the  legal  battle  ,  desi  is  relying  solely  on  the  secret  account  her  father  made  her  in  switzerland  ;  if  her  mother  knew  ,  she  would  try  to  go  after  it  ,  as  well  .  

2021 :  desirée  has  layed  low  over  the  last  few  months  ,  her  mother  continuing  her  public  display  of  heartache  as  the  widow  .  desi  can  be  said  to  be  two  -  faced  due  to  her  sweet  disposition  one  day & her  cold  attitude  the  next  .  in  reality  ,  she  is  normally  kind & thoughtful  ,  giving  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  to  those  two  wrong  her  ,  but  lately  she  has  become  more  withdrawn  ,  secretive  , & volatile  .  she  was  recently  photographed  in  a  restaurant  ,  crying  on  the  phone  with  her  head  in  her  hand  ,  something  she  would  never  normally  allow  to  happen  .  overall  ,  though  ,  she  doesn't  want  to  speak  publicly  about  the  legal  battle  because  she  considers  it  a  delicate  matter  &  wants  to  take  the  high  road  .  because  of  this  ,  she  puts  on  a  face  that  she's  happy  ,  has  done  her  mourning  ,  &  intentionally  does  things  to  make  it  seem  like  life  is  normal  ,  like  making  appearances  at  events  about  new  york  city  &  being  spotted  hanging  out  with  friends  .  only  a  very  small  handful  in  her  inner  circle  notice  the  immense  stress  she's  under  because  she's  good  at  managing  it  ,  &  doesn't  want  to  be  pitied  .

*  .  personality  .

personality  wise  ,  she  is  quite  bubbly  ,  thoughtful  ,  dependable  ,  observant  ,  calm  , &  chooses  her  words  carefully  .  on  the  other  hand  ,  she  can  be  very  hot  &  cold  ,  self - isolating  ,  two  -  faced  , & tells  blatant  lies  when  she  ought  not  to  ,  &  denies  vehemently  when  others  call  her  on  her  bs  .  she’s  the  type  to  remember  someone  saying  they  like  something  ,  in  passing  ,  then  suddenly  she  shows  up  with  that  exact  thing  when  she  sees  them  next  .  her  love  language  is  definitely  gifts  &  acts  of  service  .  considers  herself  a  good  advice  giver  but  won’t  take  any  advice  others  give  her  .  kind  of  an  air  head  ,  in  that  she  can  get  so  wrapped  up  in  her  own  world  that  she  forgets  that  others  aren’t  just  npc’s  in  her  life  sfjklsd  .  can  get  overwhelmed  easily  ,  &  retracts  back  into  herself  &  isolates  in  her  apartment  for  days  on  end  ,  pampering  herself  with  huge  shopping  sprees  ,  overpriced  face  masks  ,  &  too  much  champagne  .  her  way  to  deal  with  problems  is  to  pretend  they’re  not  there  until  eventually  they  go  away  🤡

the  world  knows  the  bulk  of  the  lindbergh  -  montenegro  affair  ,  as  its  known  in  the  media  ,  thanks  to  her  mother  taking  interviews  left  & right  to  allude  to  her  being  snubbed  by  her  own  daughter  .  desi  pretends  that  it  does  not  bother  her  ,  that  justice  will  be  served  & that  legality  will  prevail  over  her  mother’s  cries  ,  but  the  weight  of  the  affair  is  taking  a  toll  on  her  .  

*  .  wanted  plots  .  

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best  friend / ride  or  die  :  someone  desi’s  been  friends  with  for  YEARS  ,  knows  all  her  family’s  bs  ,  prob  has  called  her  mother  a  b*tch  to  her  face  dflkjsdkl  .  literally  the  nicole  to  her  paris  ,  the  lorelai  to  her  rory  .  

squad  :  a  group  of  friends  who  go  clubbing  every  saturday  &  get  brunch  &  gossip  the  next  morning  ,  have  shady  nicknames  in  their  gc  ,  have  designated ‘ roles ’  in  the  friend  group  (  mom  friend  ,  the  cr*ckhead  ,  the  wingperson  ,  etc  .  ) ,  go  on  trips  together  ,  have  the  wildest  birthday  parties  ,  etc  .  please  !!  

first  love  :  this  would’ve  been  in  their  teens  ,  a  summer  fling  that  she  fell  hard  for  &  who  her  father  didn’t  approve  of  bc  he’s  business - minded  first  .  they  tried  to  do  long  distance  when  she  went  back  to  school  in  the  fall  ,  but  it  didn’t  work  out  &  now  they’re  either  on  good  terms  &  have  sweet  memories  of  that  time  ,  or  one  is  still  kinda  salty  how  things  ended  .

bad  influence  :  encourages  desi  to  get  the  stick  out  of  her  *ss  ,  &  when  she  hangs  out  with  them  ,  they  tend  to  go  overboard  on  whatever  the  entertainment  of  the  night  may  be  . 

friends  to  lovers / slow - burn  romance  :  they’re  friends  first  ,  but  there’s  been  undeniable  romantic  tension  between  the  two  of  them  (  imagine  pope  towards  kiara  in  obx  )  ,  &  their  friends  can pick  up  on  it  .  they’ve  never  acted  on  it  , worried  of  ruining  the  friendship  ,  but  they’re  always  a  lil  disappointed  when  the  other  goes  home  with  or  gets  involved  with  someone  else  ,  but  are  ultimately  there  to  pick  up  the  pieces  afterwards  .

enemies  /  mutual  dislike  :  maybe  someone  whose  family  her  father  screwed  in  business  ,  their  parents  could  have  been  friends  before  desi’s  mom  turned  on  them  somehow  ,  they  think  desi  thinks  she’s  queen  of  the  world  ,  etc . let’s  plan  it  out  hehe

cheating  :  oop  !  i  love  the  angst  ,  so  gimme  someone  who  either  a  )  cheated  on  desi  ,  or  b  )  they  think  she  cheated  on  them  due  to  some  tabloid  article  ,  rumor  around  town  she  was  seen  with  someone  ,  etc .  their  relationship  was  prob  rocky  as  fuck  ,  toxic  ,  &  lacked  trust  &  communication  .  just  a  total  shit  show  tbh  .

that’s  all  i  can  think  of  now  dskljfkl  please  feel  free  to  reach  out  over  tumblr  msgs  or  on  discord  !  

Survey #281

“is there a method to your madness, is it all about pride? ‘cuz everyone i know, they’ve got a demon inside.”

Has anyone ever told you that you looked like a celebrity? No, just a video game character and an animated movie girl when I had black hair. What color is the pillowcase(s) on your bed? Brown. Do you have a favorite day of the week? Tuesday because it’s reset day in WoW and as a mount farmer, that means I get to try my raids for the week again to continue to be denied. :’) Have you ever been in an art show? An art show, I don’t think so. I’ve had two or three things in an art museum, though. Would you consider yourself to be well-exposed to life or sheltered? I’m pretty split down the middle, I’d say. I’ve seen far more emotional pain than I think most young adults have, but at the same time, I’ve very under-exposed to adult experiences. How high is your pain tolerance? It depends on the type of pain. I can particularly say I do NOT handle stomach pains well, though. Have you ever played the game Halo? Nah, those weren’t my type. Have you ever had to learn lines for a play/skit/movie? Only songs sung together for plays in elementary school. Never solo. Do you like your nose? … Sure? Kissing someone with facial hair, do you mind? I don’t care. Would you ever like to be a stunt person? I’m fucking dumb, I read this and thought “you mean little people?” until I read the last person’s answer lmaooo. Anyway, no. I’m not ballsy enough for that shit. Are you a pyromaniac? I find fire pretty, but it still can scare me if I’m too close to it. Are you one of those people who listen to songs on repeat? 110%, it’s literally what I’m doing now lmao. Can any of your friends sing very well? SARA. Would you ever enter any kind of pageant? No, no, no, no. I really don’t support pageants of any type I can think of, beauty in particular. What a way to scream “HEY THEY’RE BETTER THAN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, again, especially in beauty pageants. That fucks people up. What a way to start things like self-loathing, eating disorders, body dysphoria, etc. Do you have piano fingers? Mom has always told me that, “like Grammy.” Have you ever slept on a beach? YIKES, no. I ain’t fuckin’ with the tides going in and out or just a massive wave. I’d also feel WAY too vulnerable. Would you like to be taller? I’m cool with my current height. Are you a fan of piercings on the opposite sex? I just like piercings in general. Have you ever been attacked by an animal? No, besides play getting too rough. Is there a movie that makes you cry every single time you watch it? It’s easy to do that lol. The Notebook in particular will 100% make me tear up. What's your opinion on Johnny Depp? He’s an incredibly talented actor that I find very attractive, but I don’t know him as a person. Can you speak in different accents? Just British and southern. Who was the last person you mocked/mimicked? My nephew, playfully of course. If you write, isn't writer's block the most horrible thing? THE ABSOLUTE WORST. What size shirt do you normally wear? Ugggghhh generally 2XL, I think. It can be one size smaller or one size larger depending on the shirt. Has anyone ever aimed a gun at you? Yikes, no. Have you ever written a song? Just poems. Do you believe there is life on other planets? It’s possible, but I don’t particularly lean a certain way, I think. The universe is just… infinite, you know? But also the circumstances that life rose within Earth were so remarkably perfect to support it that I don’t entirely know if it’s been duplicated elsewhere. When was the last time you fell? Around two weeks ago? I have extremely low blood pressure naturally but also amplified by medications’ side effects, and I got out of bed too fast when I woke up. Hurt my knees pretty bad and barely missed my head hitting the couch. Do you have any sort of debt? I do NOT want to think about this. Is there a specific time period that interests you? The era of dinosaurs of course, as well as the Renaissance, just to name a couple. Do any of your friends own an expensive car? *shrugs* Have you ever been on a train? No. Have you ever been in a parade? No. Are you, or anyone you know, an atheist? I know plenty. Have you ever sent a celebrity fan mail? No. Have you ever been in a musical? No. Is there a friend's family that makes you feel like you're family too? Yeah, Sara’s. Even though I’ve only been with them not that long of a time, they’re wonderful and made me feel so welcome. Do you ever have a fear of getting close to new people? Boy, do I!!!!! It’s funny though, because at the same time, I want to be close with people; I want to rush to the point I have a close friend. It’s weird. What is the worst things about work? N/A And the best? N/A Do you like to sleep in? Not really, honestly. I feel groggy and lazier than I naturally am lmao. Do you like to be an early bird? Well I’m in my best mood in the morning, but I don’t like waking up early. However, I’ve been planning a morning routine to adopt once we move that involves waking up at like 7 or so, so we’ll see how much I enjoy mornings then. But oh boy do I have a habit of saying I’ll do something and then not doing it, so… What is something you notice you just don't watch? History stuff and usually action. Last thing that bothered you even if just a little bit? Something Miss Tobey said to me a few days ago. Last thing that seemed a blessing from above? I don’t believe in supernatural “blessings,” but I’ll bite. The thing that made me happiest recently was uhhhh… I actually don’t know. Nothing that REALLY felt “blessing-ish.” Do you usually drink diet or regular soda? Regular; I can’t do diet. It tends to taste horrible but more importantly the artificial sweetener gives me a wicked headache. Are you on a diet? Not a diet, no. I’m more so just trying to make it a habit to simply eat better and not snack. Someone you highly respect who is not in your family? Sara’s dad. Did you say 'goodnight' to anyone last night? I don’t think I did. Does anyone ever comment on the appearance of your handwriting? People tend to point out it’s really nice. Have you looked at anyone's Facebook profile lately? Whose? Nah. Did you have a cake for your last birthday? What kind? Yeah, red velvet. Can you recall the first horror film you ever watched? How old were you? I actually don’t think I can. Maybe Paranormal Activity? Or The Blair Witch Project? When’s the last time that you mailed a letter or a package to someone, and who was it to? Sara’s bday gift I think. The last book that you checked out from the library? I haven’t done that in years. What was your pet’s last vet visit concerning? Roman got neutered, and the only time I took Venus to the vet was when I first got her and she refused food for almost a year. Changed the tactic of warming the mouse up and she was more than happy to snag it. Which animals do you tend to go check out first at the pet store? The reptiles, because they’re closest and also my favorite section. Last medication or item that you picked out from the drugstore? Nicole picked up a bunch of my prescriptions that needed refilling. Do you usually have a big list or a small list when you go to the grocery store? I don’t do the shopping here, so it’s not my choice. How much was the last check you deposited? How about the last amount that you took out? I have no clue. Have you ever been admitted into the emergency room? For what? Being suicidal and then a suicide attempt. Have you ever been arrested before? Ridden in the back of a police car? No to the first, but yes to the second because that’s just how you’re transported from the ER to the psych hospital here. Have you ever been a victim of a house fire? Thank God no. When did you graduate high school? 2014. How much gas can fit in your gas tank? N/A Does your vehicle break down a lot? N/A What’s the longest you’ve ever had to wait before being seated at a sit-down restaurant? I want to say at LEAST 45 minutes once. Can’t remember why it was so busy, though. Have you ever had a cavity before? How about a root canal? A tooth pulled? Braces? I’ve had cavities and braces, but thank Christ no root canals, and I’ve never had to have a tooth pulled by the dentist, either. Which art forms do you appreciate the most? Man, you can’t ask this to someone who enjoys art so deeply. Like I really don’t know what I enjoy *most*. Music can give me chills, poetry can be so rich and, well, poetic, and traditional artwork strikes awe and makes you wonder how they do it. I just adore art. What is your favorite zoo animal that you would like to set free? To start, I have very mixed feelings about zoos, but I guess I am *mostly* in favor of humane, adequately providing captivity to a certain degree as this allows for conservation of especially endangered species, and zoos also make it easier to study and understand the silent voices of those we share the earth with. As well, they offer a safe environment to expose the fearful to all sorts of animals, and I feel it is very, very important for humans as the alpha species to care for and understand (as best our language barriers allow) our wonderful neighbors. That being said, I definitely believe that a lot of zoos under-provide for their animals, and this is horribly heartbreaking so that I absolutely disagree with their “right” to own and display animals, but for this specific question, I am going to use my state’s zoo as the standard here. Ashboro, imo is pretty damn great and generous to their animals (you should see the miles of land the elephants, bison, antelope, and rhinos have!), but the exhibit that comes to mind first when mentioning animals I’d like to set free iiiis… you know, I don’t know. I was going to say the polar bears since it can get STUPID hot here in the summer and their abode doesn’t have a great amount of ice that survives the sun, but at the same time I’d be very wary about returning a polar bear home for… obvious reasons. I say “I don’t know” because I’m not gonna pretend to know what ample space is for so many different kinds of animals. Damn, now I really wanna go there. Wow this was a long answer to a p simple question lmao. Favorite kind of fish? I don’t have a distinctly “favorite” fish, really. I don’t know enough of ‘em, but I can say I really like clownfish and angelfish. What kinds of museum artifacts fascinate you? Whew, as someone who took Art History just last year in school, ancient art pieces of all sorts! It is so, so fascinating, watching the evolution of art and to see how the urge to just create extends so, so far back into history. Have you ever gone to court before? For a disability case, yes. Also to convince a judge that I didn’t need to stay in a mental hospital for I think the original plan was around six months. What is the last song that you danced to? Ha ha I watching Hotel Transylvania with my niece and nephew and did the macarena with ‘em. What’s your favorite alcoholic drink? Margaritas or sangrias. Is there anyone that you’ve visited in jail? No. Are you more likely to fly in an airplane, or pick people up/drop them off at the airport? Historically, pick people up. Which sporting event would you be most likely to sit through? Dance competitions. Favorite flavor of ice cream? Cone or dish? Any sprinkles? My favorite Basic Bitch flavor is vanilla, just with chocolate syrup. Cone or dish just depends on what I’m feelin’, really. I hate sprinkles on anything; the texture throws me off. Have you ever cut your own hair? No. What do you eat most frequently? Uggghhhh some form of bread, probably. Are you a fan of video games? Yeah, but not as much as I used to be. What's your favorite color combination? Idk really, I like a lot. I will say though that orange and black excites me bc Halloween Vibes. Did you share a locker at school? No. What's one sport you could never play? Wrestling, ew. Have you ever sung karaoke? Oh god no. What is the oldest age you think should wear makeup? lmao BRO tell me this a joke How old were you when you went on your first date? Idr, sometime in the 7th grade, if group dates in middle school even count? lol Has anyone besides your family seen you naked? Yeah. If so, who? An ex and probably doctors at some point? Did your parents sign you up for anything you hated as a child? Sunday school, really. Have you purchased any cool objects from a foreign country? Considering I’ve never left the country, no. Are you on a laptop or a desktop computer right now? I only have a laptop. Do you remember anyone's number by heart? No, but I seriously need to memorize my mom’s. Do you live above, below, or on the Equator? Above. Do you know how to use Photoshop? I know how to do a decent number of things, but I’m definitely no expert. Where was your first job? I was a sales associate at GameStop. What's the best place you have ever eaten? Olive Garden is fucking fantastic, fite me about it. Do you own a hair straightener? No, I don’t need one. Are you barefoot right now? I always am at home unless it’s cold enough to need slippers. Are you subscribed to any magazine? Nah. Do you need AC right now? No; it’s actually pretty cold inside rn. Do more people call you by a nickname or your first name? It’s just a derivative of my first name; “Britt.” But I guess that classifies as a nickname. Name something you're proud of. Deciding to actually *try* to move on and making massive progress through it with That Person. Lately I’ve wondered if I truly have, though. My PTSD has been really bad of the late. Does any accent annoy you? I can’t say it “annoys” me, given you can’t really control your accent, but I do find it difficult to understand extremely southern accents, even as a local. Do you take vitamins? This just reminded me I’ve been out of my Vitamin D prescription for a while… oops. I’m supposed to take it for my legs. When was the last time you took aspirin or some other pain reliever? Yesterday, actually. I had a pretty bad headache. When was the last time you deeply regretted something? God, last night, I was remembering and accepting some things. Lemme just say I regret the everloving fuck out of the subject. What is something that you regularly wear that makes you stand out? Besides my lip ring, nothing in particular. Do you prefer small birthday parties or big ones? Small. I just don’t like big gatherings in general. What song are you listening to now? “Creatures X: To The Grave” by Motionless In White. What was the most traumatic experience of your life? The breakup w/ Jason. I’ve told the story enough in surveys and I don’t wanna recite it again. Who was your childhood best friend? Brianna. Are you still friends now? On Facebook, anyway, but we don’t talk. If not, why? We just drifted apart. What is one career you don't think you could do no matter how much it paid? Butcher. No fucking way. Have you ever edited Wikipedia? No. Have you ever edited any other wiki? Oh yeah; I’m an admin at the Silent Hill wiki and have invested hours upon hours upon hours helping out there for years. I’m also a content moderator at the Team Ico wiki, and I’ve also assisted a lot at the meerkats wiki because it is a fucking grammatical and formatting catastrophe. I think that’s it? Wait no, I did a few fixes on the Dragons of Atlantis wiki when it was still at the Kabam website, too. Is there a website [besides social networking] that you check almost daily? Yeah, a few. Do you get scared when you know some virus or sickness is being passed? I wouldn’t say I get scared, no. Just more aware and cautious. What’s the worst illness you’ve had? I’ve had a fucking wicked stomach virus before. (TMI alert?) I would not stop puking to the point it was agonizing to the point of tears because my muscles were so exhausted. Which do you prefer: M&M's, Skittles, or Reese's Pieces? BITCH can I choose all???? But in almost any chocolate-related case, I will choose a Reese’s product. Where on your body would you never get a tattoo? I don’t plan on getting a face tattoo, or at least a big one. Maybe something small and cute. OH YEAH EW absolutely never getting my sclera tattooed. That looks painful as a motherfucker. Honestly, have you ever stuck gum under a table or desk? No, that shit is disgusting. If your parents could read your thoughts, would you be in trouble? Not usually. Mom might be mad sometimes when I’m angry at her. Have you ever egged somebody's house or car? No, that’s childish as shit. My childhood house was egged once, so it pisses me off especially. Do you like licorice? UGH no, that shit is disgusting. Did anybody ever read bedtime stories to you when you were younger? My mom did. Which natural disaster do you find the most terrifying? Tornadoes or earthquakes. Do you have a favorite Johnny Depp movie? What is it? Alice in Wonderland. If I gave you a Yo-Yo right now, could you do any tricks? Nope.

Songfic with lyrics from DONTTRUSTME by 3OH!3 Natasha Romanoff/F!Reader warnings: smut, language notes: I only used the lyrics from the first verse because, imo, it’s the only part of the song worth listening to a gift for @starkhauss!

You’ve been out on the town for most of the day, chasing down leads, wrangling supplies for the office, and delivering gallons upon gallons of coffee. Your boss yelled at you on four separate occasions, you’d bumped into a fax machine and spilled coffee all over it, and you made it all the way home only to find that you were completely out of Crown.

Shit.

You change into something a little more comfortable to suit the absolute shit day you’d been through - a black dress with some tights underneath. It was something that you figured would be basic enough to get people to leave you alone while you sit at the bar. The bartender slid you another Crown on the rocks - the third for this evening - and you nod solemnly. You don’t pay a lot of attention to the outdated music on the jukebox or the guys around the pool table; however, you raise your eyebrow when a woman with brilliant red hair sits a few stools down from you. You signal the bartender, who smells like the breath of a last cigarette when he leans in.

You subtly motion to the mysterious woman and ask, “So who’s she?”

He shrugs. “Says that she’s an actress, but I don’t believe her. She ain’t got no meat.”

“What do you mean?”

The bartender swaps your empty glass for a taller glass of water. “She’s got money from her parents in her account, flashes a credit card a lot. And drink all that water before you order another one. Trust me; your future self won’t have that bad a hangover.”

You nod gratefully and try to forget your trust fund back East that your own parents had set up for you before you had moved here.

The woman had stood to dance to some song that couldn’t weave its way into your mind, because the only thing that managed to nestle into your memories was the way she moved her body to the beat. You weren’t sure how long you had been staring, but it suddenly became very clear that she had caught you, and that she was eyeing you as she continued her movements. Something about the hunger in here eyes sent a wave of heat through your body, coming to rest between your legs. She must’ve sensed that in you, because she confidently made her way over to you and leaned in, whispering in a slightly husky tone.

“Wanna get out of here?”

---

Your tongue normally stayed pressed to your cheeks in an attempt to keep yourself from saying something you shouldn’t, but it’s been a while since your tongue has been on the inside of some other girl’s teeth. It wasn’t something unfamiliar to you, but it’s never been before the third date, and certainly never been before learning her name.

Feeling her hands roaming your body quickly pushed that idea from your mind, especially when she started pulling up your dress. The two of you had been picked up by her private limousine, the windows tinted so deeply that - even with you passing streetlights - you couldn’t see a damn thing. If you were being honest with yourself, you couldn’t even begin to care about where you would end up with this stranger. What mattered to you at the moment was that a beautiful woman was taking the time to run her fingers over every inch of your skin, finding all of the right places. Eventually you had arrived at your destination, as she took your hand and lead you through a massive building, the bright lights giving your buzzed brain a hard time. The hallways were winding, and though you were sure you were being led in circles, you and the mysterious woman had made your way to her bedroom.

She had guided you to the bed and had started to strip you down when you noticed some framed pictures of a guy that seemed to be a big part of this woman’s life. Again, she had caught your eyes wandering, and she smirked.

“He gonna have an issue with this?” you asked genuinely. The woman shook her head. “‘Cause if your boyfriend’s got beef, you tell him I’m a vegetarian, and I ain’t fuckin’ scared of him.”

She laughed. “Relax; he’s just an old friend of mine.” With that, she peeled off your leggings and began kissing your thighs, glancing up to watch you slide your dress over your head. You took a deep breath and laid back into the memory foam mattress, feeling the woman’s breath against your panties. She paused for a moment. “You good?”

“...I’d be better if I could know what name I should be moaning.”

She raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Oh, I don’t know. You don’t like the mystery?”

“My name is [Y/N],” you offer.

“Good to know. Just let me take care of you, and moan Natasha if it feels good.” With that, she returned between your panties. She was slow and careful with her motions, taking the time to rub your thighs ever so lightly with her fingertips as she worked at your arousal through the fabric. You bit one of your knuckles to stifle a loud moan once you felt her thumb rubbing against your clit. She took that as a hint to peel your panties down your legs and slide them off, her mouth immediately reoccupying your soaked core, choosing to wrap her plump lips around your clit and suck delicately on the bundle of nerves. You were almost afraid to reach out and touch her, so you reached down and held out your hand, and she took it, entwining her fingers with yours.

Her free hand was used to slip two fingers inside of you, starting at a slow pace that curled into your g-spot before speeding up, the movements of her tongue syncing perfectly with the curls of her fingers. You had taken the knuckle out of your mouth long ago, and were now whimpering uncontrollably. It’s been a long time since anyone has taken care of you like this, even longer since it’s been this good. Your grip on Natasha’s hand tightened a bit as you reached your limit, your core clenching around her fingers as you came, covering her mouth with your fluids. She continued her work as you rode out your orgasm, stopping once your chest was heaving and your body relaxed around her.

She crawled onto the bed next to you and allowed you to lean into her, your head resting on her chest. “You really seemed like you needed that.” You could only nod as you balanced out your breathing. She laughed softly, and it sounded almost melodious to you. “I’m glad I could help you out, then.”

“Y-you need me to help you with anything?”

Natasha smiled gently. “Not at the moment. You take a minute to cool off, yeah?”

A few moments of silence fell between the two of you, and it was peaceful. Well, as peaceful as it could be for you being fucked by a complete stranger. Natasha had turned her attention to tracing little patterns over your stomach and arms; the feeling was something you greatly accepted.

“So, uh, you really an actress?”

“What?”

“That’s what the bartender said.”

She shook her head. “I mean, he’s not far off.” You gave her a clearly confused glance, and she chuckled again. “Ever heard of the Avengers?”

The Answer Preview

Ahhhh boy time to show off a glimpse of my incredibly awkward mashup of the Answer and Steven’s Birthday imo my anxiety is through the roof cause of this chapter but whatever I still gotta get back into the swing of things when writing UF so here’s some cute shit or whatever fluff is all I seem to fucking know how to do anymore in UF laksdjalsjdlaksjdlkda

While the barn had recently been designated as a “drill work zone”, an air of clear festivity hung over it today as the Gems busied themselves decorating for the upcoming party. Balloons had been blown, streamers streamed, and even a banner hung, all to celebrate their youngest member’s birthday. It was a party that had been in the planning stages for weeks now, and even though everyone had taken up shop at the barn to work on the drill, it was a party that they had no intentions of canceling or rescheduling despite its newfound off venue.

“I can’t believe its finally my birthday,” Steven noted to the Gems as he helped Amethyst tie up a handful of balloons. “You’re sure its ok that we’re taking a break from the drill like this?”

“It’s fine,” Pearl assured as she tied a colorful ribbon to the barn’s entrance. “Peridot will keep us on schedule.”

“Yo, Peri!” Amethyst called over to the green Gem as she passed by, clipboard in hand. “You sure you don’t wanna get in on all this?” At this, the purple Gem inflated a green, triangular balloon, only to fill it with too much air to the point of it inevitably popping. Peridot simply sent her an unamused scowl before she headed back into the barn to continue working on the drill.

“We should celebrate our progress,” Garnet said as she placed an affirming hand on Steven’s shoulder. “We should celebrate your progress. You’ve grown a lot this year.”

“He certainly has,” Pearl agreed with a proud grin.

“Yeah…” Steven said, initially not completely convinced until he realized just how much had happened over the past several months alone. Both good and bad, everything he’d been through over the course of the summer seemed to be a growing experience in some way, shape or form, and that indeed, was something to be proud of. ‘’Yeah, I guess so!”

This exchange was soon interupted, however, but the sound of an incoming car horn. Sure enough, a familiar red car pulled onto the scene, one that Steven didn’t hesitate to run over to as soon as it came to a stop near the barn. “Dipper! Mabel!” the young Gem exclaimed happily, pulling both twins into a tight hug the moment they stepped out of the car. “I’m so glad you guys could make it!”

“Well, of course, we made it, Steven,” Dipper laughed as their embrace disbanded. “We already told you yesterday that there was no way we were gonna miss out on your birthday party.”

“Speaking of which…” Mabel’s already abundant smile widened as both her and Dipper presented what they were each holding behind their backs to the young Gem.

“Happy birthday, Steven!” the twins exclaimed in bright unison as they offered up their gifts.

“Aw, you guys!” Steven gushed, stars in his eyes as he took Mabel’s wrapped present first. “You shouldn’t have! And—OH MY GOSH THIS IS AMAZING!” The young Gem’s jaw dropped as he pulled an unmistakably pink stuffed lion out of the box. It was small, yet soft and plus, carefully knitted with almost fuzzy pastel yarn meant to mimic Lion’s own fur.

“Yes! I knew you’d love it!” Mabel exclaimed excitedly. “I knitted that baby up myself. It was my first time sewing up an actual plushie, and it was kinda tricky, but it was more than worth it for you, Steven.”

“Then I’ll treasure it always,” Steven smiled, hugging the plushie close. “Just as much as the real Lion!”

The trio got a good mutual chuckle out of this before the young Gem opened up Dipper’s present next, one that delighted him every bit as Mabel’s. “No way…” Steven gasped, awestruck as he flipped through the small, yet expertly-bound notebook. ‘Dipper, is… is this?”

“Yeah, its… kind of a guidebook to all things Gem-related?” Dipper shrugged with a bit of a flustered grin. “All of the Gem stuff you have to deal with all the time can get… kind of confusing sometimes, I get that, so I just took all of the notes about Gems and everything even remotely related to them from the journal and summed it all up for you in there. Maybe it might end up coming in handy for you someday. Who knows?”

“Are you kidding? Of course this will come in handy!” Steven grinned. “And did you draw all these pictures in here yourself?” Though still somewhat embarrassed by his rather humble present overall, Dipper nodded. “Then that makes it even more special!” the young Gem said readily. “Thanks so much, both of you! These are some of the best birthday presents I’ve ever gotten, hands down!”

“Pfft, seriously, kid?” Stan interupted as he lightly shoved his nibblings aside. “What these two pipsqueaks got you is small-time birthday material. Get a load of this!” The conman presented the young Gem with a rather haphazardly-made card, one that he took and looked over with apt curiosity. “Now, don’t say I never got ya anything, ok?”

“Oh my gosh!” Steven exclaimed as he pulled out the small, crumpled piece of paper stashed away inside of the card. “Is this what I think it is?”

“You better believe it is,” Stan smirked knowingly. “That’s a 100% official coupon for 5% off anything in the Mystery Shack. And by anything I mean anything in the clearance section. And by clearance section I mean that dusty old box that sits in the corner full of busted-up merch that I can’t seem to give away to most folks.”

“Whoa, a whole 5% off!” the young Gem said, duly impressed with the rather unimpressive gift. “I’ve had my eye on that cracked snow globe in the clearance section for a super long time, so this is just perfect! Thanks, Mr. Pines!”

“Heh, don’t mention it,” Stan crossed his arms, proud of his measly present.

“Oh, honestly, Stanley, you couldn’t have even bothered to get the boy an actual gift?” Ford asked with a huff as he joined the group. “Well, I suppose my present will just have to make up for your lousy one. Happy birthday, Steven,” the author’s scowl turned to a smile as he presented the young Gem another wrapped box. Steven was absolutely stunned by the small, yet beautiful spyglass contained within, one that was simple, yet classic in design, and absolutely pristine in every way. “I must admit that I’m not… particularly well-versed in what the ‘youths’ are into nowadays, but Pearl did tell me that you enjoy stargazing every now and then, so I figured one of my own prized spyglasses from back in the day would be suitable enough of a gift.”

“Oh, its more than suitable, Mr. Ford,” Steven quipped as he already began to put the spyglass into use by glancing around with it. “Its amazing! I can use this thing to look at so many stars even from so far away! Its like tiny telescope, I love it!”

“Hm, well, thank you, my boy,” Ford grinned warmly before sending his brother a brief triumphant grin. “It certainly tops a mere coupon after all.”

Ready to lose more brain cells, biatches?

People with autism are oblivious when you enter their personal bubble #CMAT344

People with autism are so pure and misunderstood. Having a brother with autism opened my eyes to a lot. I love him so much

i hate how people are so mean to autistic children and people. people with autism are the most kind and loving people you will ever meet. theyre so pure and will love you no matter what. theyre the golden people on this earth.

my heart, people with autism are honestly so pure

People with autism are so pure and misunderstood. Having a brother with autism opened my eyes to a lot.

Autism is not a disease. People with Austim are highly in tune into the spiritual world. They travel the cosmos.

That article also disparages GLBT people. Utter lie, people with autism and low IQ are likely too be spiritual warriors not demons.

I'm sorry but I cannot be friends with people who make fun of kids with down syndrome, autism, etc. There is no need to make fun of people who are pure and so kind hearted towards others. They're human too.

Children and adults with autism are some of the most pure and kind people out there. The stigma around autism has to stop and we here at S.E.E.K. hope to help start that movement. #SentamentalSundays

All of this bugs me, BUT what bugs me most is “vaccines cause autism”. What a hateful disgusting thing. As if to say people who have autism are undesirable. Autism may be a disability but individuals with autism are some of the kindest souls. Too pure for this hate and ignorance

100% YES! If you know a kid with Autism, feel lucky because they are nothing but pure LOVE!!  I worry about my sweet Braiden because of the cruel people in this world..

People with autism are our teachers of freedom, of pure love. #supersouls #autism

We have a lot of friends with #Autism. They are wonderful people with pure loving hearts! True angels.. <3

To me people with autism are true angels on this earth they are just pure and true

People with autism are nothing short of angels and more people desperately need to see that. If you know someone who uses ‘autistic’ as an insult, go set tht crusty mother fucker straight

bro i’m fucking crying. what the hell is wrong with people. these kids are angels  ugh i’m so sad. i have an angel with autism in my life and he couldn’t be more perfect. i’m so mad right now

there’s a special place in hell for this officer. people with autism are literal angels that don’t deserve any pain or harm. ever. this is unacceptable and i’m so fucking mad right now. I’m convinced that people born with an autism spectrum disorder are really just angels sent to teach us the beauty and simplicity of the gift of life.

I work with people with autism this is great. Treat them properly and they sure are angels.

people are so sick these days... DO NOT mess with a human that has autism! they are gods angels. that is so sick.

I think people with down syndrome autism and special needs are like angels they see the best in people and are the kindest people I've met.

I’ve always believed, those born with a disability like autism, schizophrenia the like, are spirits of a higher realm and to experience an earthly experience, they choose the most challenging lives to live. These people are of a higher intelligence and with that, big challenges.

Kids with autism are the purest form of innocence, they are a true blessing to any household

#JosephOfCupertino, d Patron Saint of those with autism, is 1 of my favorite saints; not Bcause 1 ofmyGrandsons has #Autism but Bcause of his childlike innocence & humility (traits of autism) I love this old movie https://goo.gl/U8i2NP  humorously-insightful, suited 4 all ages

@Atypical one of my new favorite shows! The amount of love and innocence and beauty within the relationships in the show depicts really well what life is actually like when you know someone with autism. And damn is it beautiful.

(about a video of someone with down syndrome)

The innocence of people with autism is beautiful

I work with autistic kids and people need to realise that people with autism are some of the nicest people you'll ever meet with a unique sort of innocence.

I find people with Autism to be the cutest things on God’s earth and idk why . The innocence they have about them

Just watched #ForrestGump for the first time in ages, it’s such a #beautiful #film, funny, full of history, fantastic soundtrack and heartbreaking. @tomhanks you are incredible, you seem to capture the beauty and innocence in #autism perfectly (pretty sure there’s nothing that states that Forrest Gump is autistic, though)

Its really sad how people treat people with Autism like they are Less...... they define love.. they have the most beautiful hearts and their innocence is just something wonderful..

We learn so many good things, values from those w/ disABILITY. They're GORGEOUS and BEAUTIFUL on the inside - they have a big HEART, humble, always have that childlike innocence. My grandson w/autism refused to kick in his self-defense class which was paid in full & dropped out.

Oh them eyes xxxx love autism for its innocence darling x

Autism - the keepers of innocence?

Some of the most pure-hearted, loving, intelligent individuals I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, have autism. There is such an innocence exuded that makes me smile inside and outside. They have such gentle, honest hearts, and bring so much joy to everyone around them.

autisum is how everybody should see the world sometimes through innocence and sometimes through truth xxx

Although people with Autism are VERY intelligent, sometimes when people flirt with them, they don’t know what’s happening, which shows their VERY Beautiful innocence at the same time. Just like Shaun was unaware that he was being flirted with. #TheGoodDoctor

Bless him, I love the innocence of autism, Could totally relate to the story as I’m sure you can too.. the world has a lot of hurtful and ignorant people it, nothing more hurtful than seeing your child being left out even if he/she can’t see it themselves

IMO A person should NOT ask a person with Autism to lie. It kills or can kill that Beautiful innocence that's within them. #TheGoodDoctor

We can all learn from the beauty &innocence disseminated from children with Autism. We learn more about life&others through active listening

Hey, you know what’s one word I haven’t looked up in terms of us autistics/disabled people? Trusting.

Special needs people are so trusting, it's scary. Like someone living with Autism will just come and give you a hug.. Just because. So sweet.

People living with autism are always babies at heart and very trusting. So when you abuse any of them, God will punish you. (What the fuck?)

i’m just upset that so many people think autism is the absolute worst thing that can happen to a child. children with autism are amazing and loving and sweet and should be treated like princes and princesses thx

I love people with autism they're so cute and friendly

music is being used to treat autismClinicians in Detroit have seen that for people with autism, music speaks louder than words – and improvised music can help them express emotion effectively, having a nonverbal discussion through music, these are musically naive children.

literally just called me autistic? People with autism are the happiest, most loving and innocent people. You need to stop using people’s disorders as “negative mean name calling”. Lastly go fuck yourself.

These stories are always so heartwarming! Arkansas cops, firefighters surprise teen with #autism at birthday party after only 3 people attend.

Love these heartwarming stories displaying the struggle people with Autism face every day until communities are willing to step in and help support people with Autism! Thank you @DavidMuir for bringing this to your news!

people with autism are really heartwarming people :)

People with autism are so blessed

I wanna give bless to the people and children with autism that are trying to get cure from eating gluten free foods and taking probiotic pills everyday and I will try my best to do everything that I can workout for my family and friends. #AutismAwarenessDay #LightItUpBlue #Autism – at Walt Disney World Resort

As a Mom of a Son with Autism, this warms my heart  so very much that POTUS is shining a light on people on the Spectrum. Bless him!  People with Autism do not have a disability they have a DIFFEREABILITY, they are simply a little different to others in a good way

(is this a try-not-to-cringe challenge? I think I lost.)

Autism is not a disability, it’s a different ability , amazing kid

Many of you are referring to children in the spectrum as light workers. What light has a child with #autism brought into your life?

I don't believe autism is a 'disorder', I believe these people are Light Workers here to awaken us to More beyond.

They say those with autism have a unique way of communicating that average humans do not understand but beings on a higher level will

people with autism are like higher beings. Theyre bodies are here but their consciousness is on another plain

People with Autism Can Engage in Physical Exercises Too Although people with autism are fragile, they can still engage in physical activities.

People with #autism are fragile.

They are the lonely angels. They embrace a colorful world. An art exhibition in Beijing explores the hidden world of autistic people. There are over 12 million people living with autism in China. Know them and care for them.

Ellen, you are an AMAZING ADVOCATE of people in need, children in the autism spectrum are bullied and schools, families need to be reeducate with corrective steps to STOP this, we need mentors that can ASSIST to a better LIFE for this ANGELS. Awareness is not enough!

''People with Autism are angels who lost there way to Heaven and fell down to Earth.'' #autism #aspergers #ASD #autismawareness #autism

I love all of the angels that are among us...especially people with Asperger's, Autism, & Down's Syndrome. Sending love!

People with Autism are Angels in disguise on Earth. #WorldAutismAwarenessDay

We have a lot of friends with #Autism. They are wonderful people with pure loving hearts! True angels.. <3

Do you know what Autism is? — I do! People with Autism are special angels! Its not a down to life, just a reason…

I think people with down syndrome autism and special needs are like angels they see the best in people and are the kindest people I've met.

Kids with Autism are magic! They change lives, bring people together. Show us how special life is. Help us to accept. Angels .

Aw, people with autism are little angels

@Marlyy33 People with autism are the key to unconditional love! Congrats on being the mom of an angel! :)

RESPECT people who are different from you! This includes people with special needs (like autism). Special needs people are God's angels!

happy autism awareness acceptance month! ppl with autism are the most precious people ever and we don't deserve them

Advantage of People with Disabilities: Innocence

people with disabilities doesn't define who they are only shows the innocence and true nature of happiness. RT if you agree

Watching this documentary about people with autism and wow, these people are truly inspirational, really makes you think

The first is the stage, and the second is from where we were sitting. 

I saw Hamilton in London on 16/12/17 with the original West End cast and god damn was it phenomenal. Obviously it was a dream come true to see something I’ve hardcore listened to since 2015 come to life in front of me, but the whole show is bloody fantastic as a production in itself. I can guarantee you that you could go to see it having never heard of it before and you would still have been blown away.

noteworthy stuff that lifted my soul: 

~ Hamilton was bLOODY tall. (Jamael Westman is 6′4″ damn) It actually suited him really well, especially during Aaron Burr, Sir/My Shot when he was jittery and slightly awkward and restrained but clearly excited. As the show went on there was this major contrast as his movements became more fluid and loose and extravagant as Alexander rose to prominence man even the body language was great

~ also: his voice was so smoooooth. Most of the cast had smoother voices/singing styles than the OBC - like, nearing Philippa Soo quality - and it made the listening experience so flipping pleasurable

~ another surprisingly smooth singing voice: Rachel John as Angelica!!! I love Renée but Rachel blew me away with how damn clear and incredible and almost polished her voice was. she could have been Eliza imo (her acting and portrayal of her frustration and pain in Satisfied was STELLAR) but she was a fantastic Angelica and I am in awe of her talent

~ I was never super into Laurens from the soundtrack alone but my GOD he is MARVELLOUS live. singing? perfect. acting? amazing. 

~ Lauren’s death was PHENOMENAL. Cleve’s voice was beautiful and he stood illuminated in the right hand corner of the stage as Eliza read the letter to him. Alexander looked broken. The pause between Eliza and Ham speaking stretched on for a little bit and in that silence you could hear a pin drop. 

~ Mulligan was perfect and everything you could possibly want 

~ King George III was great. doing a smug lil dance with his cane / reading the pamphlet in the Reynolds Pamphlet. in What Comes Next? he sang “i’m so blue” and stamped his foot and the lighting went blue. everyone laughed like they were hearing the jokes for the first time

~ Yorktown was fucking cool

~ Burr’s ACTING. EXPRESSION. MOVEMENT. AMAZING. His voice was higher pitched than Leslie’s and it worked really well for the emotional/humorous scenes. His portrayal of Burr is certainly quite different to the OBC (It’s far more frantic and emotional if that makes sense?) but it’s still fantastic and really interesting and refreshing to watch 

~ it took me a while to warm to Eliza but boy did I. I think Rachelle has a pretty tough job as people’s expectations are v fixed around the earth-shattering job Phillippa Soo did (mine included tbh) but she was so good. Helpless was adorable and stylish and perfectly lighthearted and she carried that through the show UNTIL Burn (midnight blue lighting, her face angry and betrayed and so powerfully hurt being illuminated by the light of the burning letters was lovely) and Philip’s death (see below). 

~ she was also very different to her OBC counterpart in her portrayal but it was cool tbh! the various interpretations of the characters we’re so familiar with actually work very well and they bring something new to the show and add different spins to something we know so well by now

~ Peggy and Maria were really good. Christine Allado is vv talented 

~ the revolving platform thing is really well used. excellent in the Schuyler Sisters obviously (if you’ve seen even the 10sec youtube clips you know what i mean) but even in Hurricane, where Ham is in the middle and the cast/ensemble are frozen in various positions around it as it rotates. maria rotates to the front at precisely the right times. burr is sent round as he starts singing ‘wait for it’. fan bloody tastic

~ the choreography was fucking enthralling

~ on the soundtrack you can hear and appreciate the backing vocals but they are as loud and prominent as the main voice live and that adds a whole new dimension to the musical. it heightens the experience in ways that I can’t really describe. because of the acoustics and the sheer volume of incredible incredible sound it makes watching it almost an out-of-body experience. and no, i’m not exaggerating. out. of. body. also they’re obviously going to be talented to be in Hamilton but my god they would all be spellbinding as individuals. they make a phenomenal ensemble.

~ they’re all pretty damn attractive tbh

~ Washington was less Diplomatic Dad and more Super Grizzled War Veteran but his voice was just as bloody powerful and fantastic. god One Last Time was twice as good as I expected. I’d buy tickets again for One Last Time (i’d buy tickets again for the whole thing who am I kidding) 

~ 9yo Philip was perfect. unbelievably cute w his lil outfit and bobbing body language and lil stammer and voice. i thought it might be a little weird/unconvincing seeing a man who was just playing a man play a child but it wasn’t at all

~ Lafayette was small and skinny and super athletic

~ Jefferson was rly flamboyant and funny and kept busting out lil funky dance moves here and there. when he was introduced in What’d I Miss? he came out and ofc everyone cheered and he waved his hand like omg no, stahp, guyssss okay keep going

~ Madison just sorta trailed behind him looking exhausted and it was great. after It’s Quiet Uptown and Jefferson was like “can we get back to politics” Madison came out behind him drying his hands on a big ol handkerchief like “pLEASE”

~ I was never particularly affected by Philip’s death so I was NOT ready for it being as moving as it was. He was in a lot of pain - something that doesn’t come through on the soundtrack - plus him being even more lovely and likable live meant his death was a lot harder to swallow. Eliza and Ham are distraught in the reprise and the counting is really intense. it all climaxes when he dies and Eliza just screams, this long, single, agonised scream before breaking down into sobs. Alex tries to touch her but she shrugs him off so he just stands there looking absolutely heartbroken while she cries over Philip.

~ you hear the ‘someday, someday’ part from Dear Theodosia here. this gets its own point because it was so unexpected and possibly the saddest part of the whole show.

~ they stay like that and the platform revolves so they rotate towards the back of the stage while Angelica starts singing It’s Quiet Uptown. It’s Quiet Uptown is so amazing that I haven’t listened to it on the soundtrack since (it is now May) as I don’t want to overwrite my memory of it in any way. 

~ the lighting deserves all of the awards it gets

~ in The World Was Wide Enough, ensemble members stand in a line between Burr and Hamilton and their movement represents the bullet travelling 

~ the victoria palace theatre is stunning

~ the acapella ending of Who Lives, Who Dies was made 50x better (already fantastic ik) by the vocal power/talent of the ensemble. the cast stand in their black outfits in a row and Eliza’s come forward to the front of the stage. as the last note ended she gasped and reached out as though she could see him 

all in all, it was almost supernaturally good. i'd barely seen any visual representation of it beforehand so i had no idea what to expect when seeing it unfold in front of me and when i say it was good enough to be an out-of-body experience for me i am 100% serious. even if you have seen it before, the nuances and the talent of this cast are phenomenal in themselves.

@linmanuel i hope you’re proud of what you’ve created. i always knew it was an absolute gift but seeing it live has made me understand what a genuine masterpiece looks like. 

New family under neighbor’s deck!

On Saturday June 4th, I discovered a Robin nest under our neighbor's deck. For the last few weeks, we often have a Robin standing and singing on the left railings of our deck. My mom finds it beautiful and last Friday she called me on the deck to watch the bird. I noticed the bird flew back and forth from our neighbor's recycle bin to under the deck and I immediately suspected a bird nest, and I was right!!

When I approached the nest on Saturday, the momma bird was very nervous, she waited until I was too close to her and flew away while chirping angrily as she left. I watched a few Robin videos, read about them and on Sunday, we visited the nest while bringing momma bird a fruit platter. We were super excited to find out that momma has 4 beautiful blue eggs laying in her nest!!! This is my first time seeing a bird nest up close and my first time seeing an egg that is not bought from the grocery store!!

Those eggs are sooo beautiful (even to my colorblind eyes lol)!! Imo they look prettier in photo than in real life, but mom says they are bluer in person... I’m sure they would look 10x bluer under the sun but the nest is in a shaded area sheltered from the rain. We’ve been visiting the nest twice a day for about 4 days and we bring momma bird fresh berries and apples every time we visit. Her favourites are blueberries, blackberries and apples. We’ve also given her raspberry and grapes, but she seems to eat those last. She’s much more relaxed now when she sees us. We are able to get right under her nest before she decided to fly away. She also stays closer to watch us refilling her fruits instead of flying far away. This morning, she even came to call us on our deck cuz it was 11am and we haven’t fed her yet 😂. I know it’s momma bird cuz I went to check the nest after hearing her on our deck and she wasn’t there! Of course we immediately prepared fruits and brought them to her. Sure enough, she has emptied her plate from last night!

I’ll update when the first baby hatches 🐣

I’m so super excited 😁😁

This feels like a gift from my kitty who passed away last year ❤️. She sent momma bird her cuz she knows I’ll take good care of her and her babies. I make sure no neighbor sees us each time we check the nest because who knows what the neighbors gonna do! We haven’t even told the neighbor that she has a family of birds under her deck because she doesn’t like birds. We’ve put a bird feeder on our deck since last year and she told us to feed them somewhere else cause too much bird poop on her deck... so I’m not sure how she’s gonna react if she knew about the nest under her deck. Imagine if she decides to remove the nest 😱😱😱

I have a feeling that she’ll eventually discover the bird family once these babies grow and start chirping all day long lol. However, it’s much harder to remove the nest at that stage so I’m gonna keep it secretive as long as I can 😊

15 fics under 1K kudos - WIPs

Here’s the list for wips, I might have to do a part 2 for this too lol WHO READS THIS MUCH JSADGSJG these are all fics I think are not abandonded (if I’m wrong, correct me) but I just listed stuff that've been updated in the last 6 months, just in case. Anyway, enjoy :)

A Practical Guide to Winning the Olympics (Dos and Don’ts) by Anna (arctic_grey) (@finleighsaid)

Canonverse, Rated E, 75K, 3 / 4

When pair skater Yuuri Katsuki’s career comes to a scandalous end, he does not expect the retired pair skating legend Viktor Nikiforov to suggest that they compete together. But taking on a new skating partner is full of trial and error, and the skating world doesn’t know how to react when the Katsuki-Nikiforov duo, against all odds, starts doing well. The last thing either of them should do, as they strive for their last chance at greatness, is to fall in love. Yuuri knows he is damaged goods, and Viktor knows his body is starting to fail him. They have competitions to survive and medals to win. No, falling in love is out of the question; they’re just very good friends. And even if Viktor felt something, he’d never act on it, and even if Yuuri happened to be hopelessly in love, he’d be mortified if Viktor ever found out.

“Well,” Viktor said, “let’s summarise: I’m pushing thirty, have a bad ankle, and haven’t skated competitively in three years. You’re barely out of a doping scandal, coachless, and on the JSF’s blacklist. Hell, Yuuri – we might as well go for it, then. What on earth do we have to lose?

When Viktor put it like that, it seemed to make an awful lot of sense.

• The fact that this is one of the few pair skating AUs out there it’s insane imo BUT this one is so good? just imagine the amount of UST, they’re all over each other, i’m in love!

Mon Trésor by KasumiChou (@kasumi-chou)

Canonverse, Rated T, 14K, 4 / 5

Curse his fragile little heart for always falling for people out of his league.

Like, what chance did he ever have with Victor Nikiforov? But Victor still became, not only his childhood idol but also, his first crush.

His first crush was a man four years his senior. A man who lived in another continent. A man that hadn’t known he existed until a week ago.

Then he had moved to Geneva, and his heart had been hypnotized by Chris’s charm

Before he knew it, not only had Chris hypnotized him, but also seduced him.

His fragile little heart had done it again, falling in love with another man out of his league.

At least his second crush had been a little more realistic.

He knew Chris, they had been rink mates - and later roommates.

Maybe that is what made it so much more dangerous.

• Get ready to be hit with angsty love traingle/polyamory feels my dudes, this is about to get juicy af. 

Sometimes you need an alterego by SassySalchow (@diedraechin)

Canonverse, Rated T, 3K, 1/?

In the daytime, I'm Katsuki Yuuri, just a dime-a-dozen figure skater with a normal life. But there's something about me that no one knows yet, 'cause I have a secret... cue theme music

The Miraculous Ladybug! AU that no one asked for but I'm gonna write anyway

• This is so fluffy and fun! I know nothing about ML and enjoyed it a lot anyway.

sweet like love (soft like pain) by postingpebbles (@postingpebbles)

Canonverse, Rated M, 9K, 3/?

Loving Yuuri was a choice that Viktor never regretted making. His smile, his laughter, the way his lips felt against his own—nothing could make him happier than having Yuuri in his arms.

But when the entire world has no idea that rivals Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are in a relationship, Viktor can't do anything at all when Yuuri gets in an accident and is rushed to the hospital the day after he proposes in a hotel room in Nagano

• Angsty secret relationships are apparently my thing, this one is so bittersweet because they’re so cute and soft but at the same time the drama!!!

the face of heaven (the taste of sin) by RedHeather  (@red--heather)

Canonverse, Rated E, 9K, 2/?

Yuri Plisetsky @y_plisetsky Pity you didn’t medal at Four Continents, 

@phichit_chu . That way you’d have something other than my hands around your fucking neck.Phichit Chulanont 

@phichit_chu @y_plisetsky, can you even reach my neck? 

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There is a bitter rivalry between Yakov Feltsman and Celestino Cialdini that has stretched on for decades.

As tensions escalate and the ISU begin to punish any aggressors, it was inevitable that Viktor Nikiforov and Katsuki Yuuri, rivals-by-consequence and enemies-by-association, would fall in love.  

• Rivals AU but like whole skating fams against each other!!!!! Sassy Yuuri, pining Viktor, angry Yuri and lots of social media shenanigans.

Focus on Me by alipiee (@alipiee)

College AU, Rated T, 5K, 1 / 2

For Victuri Gift Exchange 2017 

Prompt: "College AU -Yuuri’s roommate Phichit has to suddenly move back to Thailand for the rest of the semester due to a family emergency, and Yuuri has to find a new roommate quickly in order to pay the rent on their apartment. Viktor is the only one who applies, and he’s not at all what Yuuri expects."

• ALL THE PINING with a side of misunderstanding, good stuff! so sweet

Time and Hearts Will Wear Us Thin by lunar_peach

College AU, Rated T, 151K, 19 / 20

Maybe it was the impact of the fall, and the numbing action of the ice, but he felt weightless. He felt conquered by cupid and the sting of his arrow right in the middle of his chest as he looked up at Yuuri, who held a blank expression on his face.

Maybe it was the impact of the fall, and the numbing action of the ice, but he felt weightless. He felt conquered by cupid and the sting of his arrow right in the middle of his chest as he looked up at Yuuri, who held a blank expression on his face.

Somewhere in the distance, though it seemed like a different dimension to Victor, a timer went off. The music stopped.

You could hear it in the silence then.

Victor’s heart was going one hundred miles an hour.

Or the one where Yuuri Katsuki, scented candle aficionado, and self-proclaimed hot mess, never intended to capture the attention of one eligible bachelor, Victor Nikiforov, but sometimes the universe has its ways of making things happen. Amidst inner battles with their demons and themselves, they find a world in one another neither quite expected.

• The tags look kinda crazy but don't fear (?) this fic goes through lots of years LOTS, a story about friendship, love, heartache, “we can't be together vs we should be together”, and the ongoing growth of the characters BEWARE it gets super angsty at times.

do you love me just a little, honey? by DefiantDreams (@gia-comeatme)

Spy/Mafia AU, Rated E, 4K, 1 / 3

Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan, has a type.

Yuuri Katsuki, Division 6’s newest honeypot agent, is sent to exploit that.

• Honeypot Yuuri aka my dream, awesome funny sexy mystery!

Victor the Great by Multiple_Universes (@witharthurkirkland)

Historical AU, Rated T, 43K, 17 / 21

At the age of nine Victor became the Tsar of all the Russias with Lilia as regent. One day he will be the sole ruler of Russia, the man who makes all the decisions and gets to do what he wants, with one exception: he has to marry a woman from a Russian aristocratic family. Except that he falls in love with a boy who is a foreign commoner. Will he risk the throne to be able to marry the one he loves? 

Based loosely on Peter the Great's life (with some tweaks made to history).

• Follow the life of Tsar Viktor falling in love with Yuuri and eventually having his very own St. Victorburg or Yuuriburg ;)

It's All Contextual by AlexWSpark (@alexwspark)

Office AU, Rated M, 24K, 6 / 8

Why in the seven levels of fuck was Victor Nikiforov buying him coffee?

Yuuri decides to find out.

• Dorky Viktor + Confident Yuuri + misunderstanding = surprisingly not an angsty story!! very cute and fluffy

The Roommate Trap by impolitecanadian (@impolitecanadian)

Roommate AU, Rated M, 11K, 5/?

Victor doesn't believe in marriage. So when Chris, his best friend and roommate of 6 years, tells him he's going to have to move out so he can get married, Victor is reasonably upset. Good thing Victor's upstairs neighbour is looking for a roommate and maybe a little (okay, a lot) more. 

this is basically the odd couple but with a lot more sex and non-subtextual gayness 

• Viktor is a fool, Yuuri is the sass master/anxiety disaster, Chris just wants all the drama. They totally don’t work well together but it’s hilarious.

Roses of May by cuttlemefish (@cuttlemefishwrites)

Royalty/Magic AU, Rated E, 18K, 5/?

At age five, all children are assessed for talent and beauty in the City of Hasetsu and the other eight cities of the Empire. Every year, five are branded with the mark of a rose before being carded off to the Emperor’s palace where they are trained to become Roses, or sacrifices to be sent every May to the Ice Spirit that lives in the castle at the top of the mountain. Roses never return, except for Katsuki Yuuri, who shocks the Empire when he appears again two years after his departure with a silver crown on his head and a blond baby in his arms, demanding the Emperor step down or face the wrath of his husband, the Ice King. But, not everything is what it seems.

• Such an interesting world with lots of very well thought details! also... growing up together, childhood friends to lovers...... you can’t come at me like that.

History Maker by 96percentdone (@96percentdone)

Time Travel/Soulmates AU, Rated T, 15K, 5/?

It's the year 2134. Katsuki Yuuri, recently turned 18, just got his soulmark. There's really only one thing left to do: submit it to the online database and figure out who his match is, meet up with them and hopefully live happily ever after. Seems simple enough, right? Well, it would be, if his soulmate wasn't Viktor Nikiforov, a figure skating legend from the early 2000s.

AKA the story where Yuuri invents time travel to be with his soulmate, and shenanigans happen.

• me at me: don’t read this you’re a big baby and you’ll suffer; also me:¯\_(ツ)_¯ I like this AU a lot, imagine being so iconic you invent time travel just to meet your soulmate.

Toxic Valentine by voxofthevoid (@voxofthevoid)

Demons AU, Rated E, 53K, 8/?

The worst he can do is kill you with his dick.

Viktor, pleasantly tipsy and unpleasantly lonely, assumes that the pretty man he sees in a club is a sex demon. Instead, he finds reserved, nervous Katsuki Yuuri who’s as reluctantly enchanted by Viktor as Viktor is by him.

The rest of the night is unforgettable, and in the morning, Yuuri’s still there.

Love bleeds into lust, infatuation becomes adoration, and it's not long before the loneliness Viktor wears like a shroud disintegrates under the weight of warm brown eyes and tender hands. But Viktor has his secrets, and Yuuri might not be all he seems. 

In which Viktor discovers life and love in a man who’s as mysterious as he is beautiful, and it could be the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

• The love story between the thirstiest demon hunter aka Viktor and a demon???????  Yuuri. A great balance between fluff, sexy times and mystery!

Water by Peasantaries (@peasantaries)

Dancers AU, Rated E, 26K, 11 / 15    

Yuuri is nineteen, a student at the Royal Ballet School in London, and already having doubts when Viktor Nikiforov joins as a guest teacher.

Famous, beloved Russian Prince in Bourne's Swan Lake, Nikiforov is Yuuri's idol from afar, but these two forces soon collide after Viktor oversees Yuuri practising and decides that Yuuri could surpass him, if only he can learn to move like water.

[WILL BE COMPLETED]

• lots of dancing!!! off the charts UST!!! Two dorks that should DATE ALREADY!! amazing

Shall We Dance? by darlingholocene (@byebyeholocene)

DWTS AU, Rated T, 11K, 6/?

Season 21 of Dancing With the Stars is about to air its first episode (March 30, on ABC), and the celebrity cast has finally been announced today.

Among them is Russian ice skating legend Victor Nikiforov, two-time Olympic Gold Medalist and five-time World Champion. Nikiforov, who just won Gold at the Sochi Olympics in front of his home public, has been paired with DWTS veteran Yuuri Katsuki, who is yet to win the Mirrorball Trophy despite this being his eighth season as a pro.

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Victor and Yuuri's journey on DWTS narrated entirely through social media. 

• Totally a pick me up fic! light, fun and adorable!

the beautiful, luminous, inimitable @violaeade​ tagged me for 50 book questions!

1. What is your favourite book and/or book series of all time?

oh maybe everything leads to you by nina lacour! it just really gets to me

2. What is the longest book you have ever read? How many pages?

uhh idk what’s the longest harry potter book bc probably that? i dont... read books that long usually

3. What is the oldest book you have ever read? (Based on its written date)

ummm i think and then there were none by agatha christie? i dont keep track by time tbh but i dont read that many old books bc i tend to have trouble reading them

4. What is a book series that everyone else loves but you do not?

the raven cycle lol

5. What book or book series would you like to see turned into a film/ TV series?

oh god most of them? 99% of the lesbian ones for sure. percy jackson would make an excellent animated movie series imo. i’m clearly biased but tasu/teota would be great on screen. 

6. What is your favourite stand-alone book?

most of the gay ones i read are standalones and theres so many good ones... i already said everything leads to you but we are okay and you know me well are also extremely good! of fire and stars killed me as well. 

7. What is a book that you feel glad for not reading?

god. straight ones? ones that i heard are racist or homo/lesbo/bi/transphobic, but in general i’m picky abt what i read bc i don’t read that many books.

8. What is a book that you feel guilty for not reading?

i was gonna say i don’t feel guilty about not reading books i don’t like/don’t want to but that’s a lie- babe if ur reading this i am SO sorry i never finished the last chaos walking book

9. What is a book you have read that is set in your country of birth?

most of them lol that’s what i get for living in america. i read we are okay pretty recently which takes place in new york, the state i was born in, so that’s a bit more specific.

10. What is a book that you own more than one copy of?

i have 2 copies of redwall for no reason other than my high school library was selling one for a dollar so i bought it even tho i had it already. i have a couple copies of some of the a wrinkle in time books bc i got some of them as gifts a bunch. 

11. What horror book made you really scared?

omg i don’t read horror but that one skulduggery pleasant short story about bubba moon or whatever freaked me the fuck out tbh

12. What book do you passionately hate?

um i haven’t read enough terrible books to say i hate them that passionately? but i rly kinda hated trc. oh yeah i read the first c*aptive pr*nce book in hs on the recommendation of a friend and it just made me so uncomfortable the entire time i really. did not have a good time with that one and i wish i hadn’t read it

13. What is the biggest book series you have read? How many books are in it?

skulduggery pleasant! theres 9 books plus short stories i still can’t believe i read all those

14. What book gives you happy memories?

aw sabrina answered this with the flywheel by erin gough and i have to say the same bc she sent it to me for my birthday, full of annotations of thoughts and jokes she made herself AND got it signed by the author, and i’ve uhhhh never felt so loved in my life

15. What book made you cry?

oh the book thief for sure. everything leads to you made me cry a bunch while rereading it even tho its not sad? thos were love tears. that happens a lot actually.

16. What book made you laugh?

skulduggery pleasant! there’s so many good lines in that one. my dad used to always hand me a book he’d just read and tell me to read a certain chapter he found hilarious but i never read the whole book but he always found hilarious memoirs too.

17. What is your favourite book that contains an LGBTQ+ character?

lmaoo like all the books i read are gay? the abyss surrounds us/the edge of the abyss have really unique lesbian characters because they’re so angry and vindictive and dumb and interesting and DRAMATIC so that one gets a shout out

18. Have you read a book with a male protagonist? What is it?

what the fuck is that (ok i legit just finished reading when the moon was ours by anna marie mclemore tho bc my gf rec’d it and it was p good)

19. Have you read a book set on another planet? What is it?

does fantasy count? bc then of fire and stars. uhh chaos walking is on a new planet. a wrinkle in time involves other planets too! wow i’m crushing this one

20. Have you ever been glad to not finish a series? Which?

the raven cycle lol i thought it was a finished trilogy when i started the first book so i just never read the last one and i am so relieved

21. Have you ever read a book series because you were pressured?

not really? i don’t really feel pressure, i value recommendations from my girlfriend friends way more than things that are trending or popular. i’ve read a couple that i blindly picked from internet lists that i didn’t care for tho but that was really a while ago

22. What famous author have you not read any books by?

pretty much any author we were supposed to read in high school. any classic or even modern famous author i probably haven’t read. i’ve read like a dozen books ever

23. Who is your favourite author of all time?

tbh nina lacour is really up there. when i was really young it was definitely gail carson levine. i rly loved anne ursu’s books as well.

24. How many bookshelves do you own?

only one! and a bunch of boxes that i never unpacked after we moved like 3 years ago. my mom wants to put a big wall bookshelf in our house somewhere bc this one didn’t come with any like our last house did but who knows if that’ll happen.

25. How many books do you own?

are u trying to make me count?

26. What is your favourite non-fiction book?

ohhh i don’t read much of this genre. i always avoided it as a kid and i’ve been meaning to get into it more but i haven’t yet. i’m really looking forward to reading a sally ride biography tho

27. What is your favourite children’s/middle-grade book?

the chronus chronicles by anne ursu were my JAM in elementary/middle school omg. i also really loved the may bird series which i didn’t read until high school.

28. What is your next book on your TBR?

i’m about to start georgia peaches and other forbidden fruit finally! my gf bought me 10 things i can see from here and i love her so whenever that arrive i’m probably gonna devour that. i want to reread a wrinkle in time soon since the trailer comes out this weekend! plus a million others

29. What book are you currently reading?

i literally just finished when the moon was ours which felt like it took me ten years to read and i haven’t started another yet but it’ll be georgia peaches bc thats the other one i got from the library and i already had to renew them haha

30. What book are you planning on buying next?

um this old west lesbian novel called backwards to oregon! i’ve been craving westerns lately but as always i’m also craving gay content

31. What was the cheapest book you bought?

i used to buy a ton of old paperbacks, usually goofy looking sf or fantasy novels from library sales for dollars or quarters so definitely those.

32. What was the most expensive book you bought?

i can tell u the most expensive book i got for free was a beautiful bound collection of hg wells stories that i just got from some book at bea before it was bookcon lol

ones i actually paid for... do art books count??

33. What is a book you read after seeing the movie/ TV series?

nah i usually have no intention of reading the book if i watched the show/movie first

34. What is the newest book you have bought?

akdjghksjgh a lesbian western novella called from the boots up for a few bucks on kindle

35. What three books are you most looking forward to reading this year?

the rest of the gay books i’ve bought but haven’t read yet! not your sidekick and labyrinth lost, i’m VERY excited to reread a wrinkle in time and i also really want to read stone butch blues

36. What is a book you love that has a terrible trope? (Love triangle, etc)

crush by sr silcox has the cutest lesbian teen summer romance AND one them is secretly a rock star avoiding her fame bc her controlling dad was turning into HIS dream instead of HERS akdjghksdjgh its fantastic i adored it

37. Have you read a book in a different language? What was it?

oh no i’m dumb as hell

38. What is a book you’ve read that is set in a time period before you were born?

for some reason dave at night by gail carson levine popped into my head first? that was my favorite as a kid and i reread it all the time and i think it took place in the 20s or 30s with all that good good jazz shit

39. What book offended you?

hm not sure how to answer this one

40. What is the weirdest book you have read?

idk the may bird series was pretty weird. gone by michael grant? i read the first for a high school book club and i just could not get into it or understand it even a little

41. What is your favourite duology?

ditty the abyss surrounds us & the edge of the abyss !!

42. What is your favourite trilogy?

wow i really haven’t read that many trilogies esp ones i loved. i guess may bird or the chronus chronicles then!

43. What book did you buy because of its cover?

the maze runner! also bc i heard it was good but i hated that book so

44. What is a book that you love, but has a terrible cover?

honestly i can’t think of one rn

45. Do you own a poetry anthology? What is your favourite poem from it?

nope! i also hated poetry as a kid and have only tried to get into it recently. i have a book of sappho’s fragments and i want to get tracy k smith from the library but thats about it

46. Do you own any colouring books based off other books?

nope

47. Do you own any historical fiction?

thats possible

48. What book made you angry?

the maze runner really did?? for some reason and i don’t get mad that much but it just really had me steamin. sabrina also said grasshopper jungle and i’m inclined to say same lmao. i haven’t read it but seeing all the lesbophobia in not otherwise specified recently made me really mad and also upset

49. What book has inspired you?

aw inspired is a serious word to throw around. the miseducation of cameron post, idk if it “inspired” me but it was my first lesbian novel and that really did a lot for me.

50. What book got you into reading?

i think it was a wrinkle in time! or maybe roald dahl books before that, but a wrinkle in time was definitely up there, and maybe the shadow thieves by anne ursu

i’m tagging @reading-takes-you-places and @mywomensworld and anyone who wants to! i don’t talk to many people here but if you follow me and want to, go for it!

.garden

A/N: A very shitty (imo) Dan/Val Gods AU feat. Meddling Paulina and Sam. If you have trouble visualizing the temples, just message me! I had trouble figuring out how to even describe what was in my head, so don’t feel bad if you don’t get it! 

Warning: Language

Valerie crushed the goblet in her hand, rage seeping through her eyes and threatening to kill anyone in their path. "I will kill him."

Sam eyed her from across the room, absentmindedly wrapping vines of ivy around her wrist. "You won't." "Yes, I will." The Goddess of Justice stood up, crisp, white robes fluttering around her ankles. "I will murder him and force him to pass through his own domain like a mortal." Sam rose a brow. "You realize that Jazz will kill you if you do that, right?" The Goddess of Wisdom had always been quite protective of him, even if he was only part of her brother's original soul. "I don't care." Valerie began to pace back and forth in the small garden house. "As long as Phantom dies, I'm fine with whatever she does to me." Paulina, who was busy paying attention to her own reflection in her mirror, pouted and sat up on the couch. "Wait, is Phantom really dying?" She let out a sigh. "That sucks. I never even got to see him naked." Sam let out a sound of disgust. "Paulina."

"What?" She glared at the pale-skinned woman. "Don't try and tell me you haven't thought about it."

Paulina tilted her head to the side, inky black hair falling past her shoulders in perfect curls. "Val, if you're going to kill him can you at least let me look 'im over one last time." "Nobody's killing anybody," hissed Sam. "Valerie, if you just talk to him I'm sure he'd-." "No." Sam let out a heavy sigh, the ivy around her wrist drooping with stress. "Then what do you want? It's not like he knows that you're bent out of shape over this." "He messed with my temple," Valerie hissed, "My sanctuary. He should at least give me an apology." "Then tell him you're mad!" "And go near that thing he calls a temple?" Valerie rolled her eyes. "As if." Sam sighed and drained the life from the ivy. "Fine. If you're too stubborn to take care of it, then I'll do it myself." Valerie stopped. "What in the hell is that supposed to mean?" "Exactly what I said."

"You didn't have to come with me," said Sam. "I know," said Paulina, way too giddy for someone that was currently walking into the underworld. "I've never been down here before." The Goddess of Beauty looked around, taking note of the cave-like walls and chill air. "But, now that I'm here...this is kinda...grungy." "No shit, he lives in the Underworld," hissed Sam as they descended down the stairs. Back when the Earth was first created, Dan had not existed. The Original Gods had never planned to have a God of Destruction or two Gods to reign over the night. Dan wasn't created until one fateful night when the God of Vengeance tried to steal the son of the King and Queen of the Heavens. The baby's spirit was split in two, resulting in Dan and his counterpart, Danny. Dan was cursed to stay in the Underworld while Danny stayed in the Heavens. Ever since then, Dan had remained reclusive and cold to all the other Gods, even his own parents. The only people he was even seen talking to were the God of Time, Clockwork, and the Goddess of Wisdom, his older sister. The pair finally reached the tall entrance doors. Solid marble hid things that two of them had never seen before. Their imaginations were the only things they could use to visualize the rumored horrors that Phantom kept locked away from the other Gods. Sam took a deep breath. "Are you ready?" Paulina nodded. Sam pushed the door open and paused. "Oh." She blinked. “Holy shit.” Paulina gawked. "This is Phantom's place?" The two looked around the temple, amazed by how elegant and beautiful it was. The first floor was circular, with windows on almost every wall so one could gaze out at the stormy ocean that encompassed the room. Tall columns accented with gold brushed against the painted ceilings. Two sets of stairs flanked the throne in the middle, which was surrounded by trinkets and treasures thrown out by humanity. Dan entered the room, hair flickering around his face and past his shoulders. Undead servants trailed behind him, arms full of scrolls and maps. He looked at the pair in surprise. "Samantha? Paulina?" He sent his servants away with a flick of his wrist. "What are you two doing here?" "It's Sam," corrected the Goddess. She nudged Paulina and the two of them bowed. "God of Destruction and keeper of the moon, we have come to ask a favor of you." Dan raised a brow. "A favor? I don't do those." Sam rose and frowned. "It's very important. If you would just listen-." Dan waved his hand and turned away. "If it involves your petty matters in the Heavens then don't throw me in the mix. I mind my business and will continue to do so." "But you minding your business is what brought us here," stressed Sam. "Please, you just-." "It's concerning Valerie," chimed in Paulina using her sickeningly sweet voice. As Dan turned around, she jutted out her bottom lip. "She has been very upset lately because of what you did." Whether it was because if Paulina's devilish tricks or the mention of Valerie, Sam would never know, but Dan's blue face began to tinge with blush. "Something I did?" he asked. He stepped closer toward the women and they realized how tall, how foreboding, he was. "What did I do to upset her?" "Her garden," explained Sam, "Your tides ruined her garden a few days ago. It was a gift from her human father." Dan made a strange face. "Gift from her human father?" "Yeah," said Paulina, "Not all of us were born in the Heavens, y'know." Dan weighed this new information in his head. "Then tell her I'm sorry,” he said after a moment of thought. Sam frowned. "That's it?" Dan quirked a brow. "Very sorry?" Part of Sam wanted to strangle him, to break the windows and flood the place as she wrapped goopy seaweed around his neck and choked him to death. It was a sentimental gift for crying out loud! And with Valerie’s father long gone and the centuries passing faster than the seconds, there was no way that she or Valerie could replicate the garden. Flora got lost and evolved over time just like empires. But the other part of Sam was then one that huffed and bowed. She knew there was no way Dan would understand; all those years of being trapped down here probably ruined his emotional development and fucked with his logic. She accepted this, because this was probably as good as it'd get. "Thank you, Phantom," said Sam. "I'm sure Valerie will be happy to hear this." He nodded and the two Goddess left without a word.

"We can't tell Valerie that," said Sam as she plopped down on Paulina's mountain of pillows.

Paulina lived on a piece of a cumulus cloud; her temple composed of cotton-like matter and rays of sunshine. She has decorated most of it with diamonds, roses and whatever else her devotees left at her altar. It was the most beautiful temple around, which was quite fitting for the Goddess of Beauty.

Paulina floated down on her favorite cloud and pulled out a brush. "You're right," she said as she brushed her curls, "Maybe we can work out something with Clockwork and get him to reverse this whole week." Sam shook her head as she stared up the night sky. The stars twinkled brightly, something Danny often did. He liked for the constellations to be visible and for the stars to be as bright as the moon when he placed them in the sky. Sam sighed. "We just need to think of something-." Suddenly, they heard a loud boom that bounced off the sky and echoed through the stars. Someone was flying. Flight was an ability that Gods only used in emergencies. It was draining, using up all your energy and strength. Too much flight could kill a God, so why was-. They flew past Paulina's cloud, fluttering both of their hair. "Who in the-?" Petals. They scattered across the sky in a flurry of colors, drifting down like winter snow. Paulina caught one in her hand. "You don't think-?" The two women looked at each other and gasped. "Shit! Phantom!" The two of them chased after him, panic setting in. They descended  the stairs and watched helplessly as he flew toward Valerie's temple. Sam huffed, "You don't think he's doing what I think he's doing, right?" "That bastard is crazy!" said Paulina as she rushed up the steps. “Of course he is!” Out of breath and surely too late, they finally reached Valerie's temple: two adjacent valleys that her temple covered and often shifted with when the tectonic plates moved. The building, made of marble and gold, stood proudly on the surface. Outside on her balcony stood Phantom, bundles of flowers in his arms, talking to Valerie. Sam and Paulina hid at the landing of the stairs behind a few bushes, listening in on their conversation "I mean it," Dan said, pushing the flowers toward her. "So here, these should be enough for you to start a new garden." Instead of taking all of them, Valerie plucked one flower from the pile and placed it in her hair. "Why?" He frowned. "Why? Your friends barged into my temple, telling me that I upset you. I assumed this would make up for it." "But why? We've never talked before and we're definitely not friends-." "Rude," noted Dan. "-so why do you even care that I was upset?" "Because..." Dan trailed off, feeling his face- his whole body really -grow warm. Valerie sighed, noticing his lack of speech but not knowing the real reason behind it, and decided not to push the issue any further. She took the bundles of flowers from his arms. "Thank you." "...you're welcome." Dan turned to leave, glad to finally be through with the whole ordeal, but Valerie stopped him. "Don't you feel weak?" she asked, grabbing his hand. Dan turned slightly, hoping to avoid showing her his blushing face. "W-What?" "You flew here from the Underworld. You're not gonna be able to make it back down even if you use the stairs." She pulled him close. "Stay the night. I'll have the servants prepare a room for you and everything." Paulina and Sam gawked at their friend. "She can't be serious?!" whispered Sam furiously. "That'll ruin her standing with the other Gods!" "Shh!" hissed Paulina, "They're talking again." "I insist," said Valerie, tugging on his sleeve. "If someone caught me here-." "Who cares?" "You should," said Dan, brow furrowed. "Well, us Kuano Gods don't care about that type of stuff like you Originals do." Valerie casted a wicked look toward the stairs. "Isn't that right, ladies?" Sam let out a squeak as she turned pale. Paulina on the other hand-. "Yeah!" she shouted, glad to be free from her hiding spot. "Go inside Phantom!" Dan scoffed at Valerie's friends. "Fine, I'll stay for the night," he told her before walking inside. Valerie smiled and followed him inside, observing the flowers as she did so.  The Goddess of Beauty pumped her fists in the air. "Yay! Just don't do anything I would do, Val!" "Paulina!"

A/N: Kuano Gods are Gods that were humans. Sam, Paulina, and Val are Kuano Gods, which means that when they died they became Gods. Dan, Danny, Clockwork and Jazz are Originals, meaning they’ve been Gods since day 1. 

When did you realize that hoya was your bias? What was your favorite comeback look of his? What do you like most about hoya?

this is gonna be loooooong :)

ok first of all, i’d like to thank you like a million times for sending this to me. i wasnt on tumblr whole day but i opened it a few times on my phone during the day. i had been seeing this ask sent to my mutuals and was wishing someone sent it to me too. and i wrote it under a read more which i thought no one would pay attention and i didnt even mention it was THIS ask and then YOU SENT IT! *showers you with hearts and chocolate cupcakes* i hope i can write it well enough becuz my english isnt that good and im also not good with expressing myself.

“Bias” thing is a complex term for me. i guess its becuz im pretty older than all those boys, i cant just pick one and call them “bias”. and i usually cant have 2 biases at once. i “joined” the kpop community in the beginning of ‘12 and over these 5 years, i called 3 idols as my bias. first was TOP, then came Yongguk and for a few months i biased both of them but eventually Yongguk claimed his place as my one and only and stayed like that for a very long time. then when Howon came, just like the previous time, both of them stayed for a few months but then Howon won over Yongguk. I wanted point that out to show that for an idol to “won” the title of being my bias (lmao) they must’ve be REALLY good! (and i take this sh*t way too more seriously than i should otl)

already 3rd paragraph and i havent even started answering your Qs omg! okay so like i said i was a hardcore YG stan. honestly, HW got me by his looks at first. not only becuz he was good looking but becuz he had this “manly” image you know? im more into that type. when i first saw him was during H’s Special Girl era and i was someone who hasnt listened to even 1 infinite song (shame on me!) i was seeing YaDong gifs all over my dash but everyone was going crazy over Dongwoo (i dont blame them :D) but i was thinking “why is there no love for Hoya? he is -imo- more good looking”. but i didnt pay too much attention to it. later i started watching Reply’97 due to a friend’s rec and HW’s good looks, combined with his amazing acting skills and the character he played, caused him to sneakily and slowly get into my heart and brain. he is the reason i started following Infinite and simply there wasnt anyone else to steal his place among OT7. and later, both by some stuff that YG was doing to cause me grow away from him and the stuff that HW was doing to win me over, the game came to an end. so it wasnt like “omg he looked so good in X era” or sth but i had already found too many things that i loved about him as time passed by and un-stanning YG just made everything official. i think its been around 2 years since he became my only bias.

My fave look(s) [sorry for cheating:)]; im normally a trash for up-styled hair so his Pretty era look was perfection. but, tho i wasnt a fan back then, im in love with his Be Mine era look and im praying for the day i can see him with a short hair like that (SY has it now and IT LOOKS AMAZING!!!) Plus, i love his fluffy light brown hair during Back era (that is a sad era for us Howon stans but for some reasons i love it too much as well) And lastly, i just cant ignore his cotton candy hair colors during Last Romeo era hehe^^;;

Ok this is the hardest but the best part. its 4am now and its been a veryyy long and tiring day so i hope i wont skip anything (i just couldnt leave this post to later i HAD TO do it now :D) 

Like i said his good looks was the reason he got my attention so i’ll start with it. i mean his eyebrows could slice my heart into pieces and his cute eyes make me go blind and his JAWLINE IS SHARPER THAN THE SHARPEST BLADE and i really love his lips (i dont like too big/plumpy lips) and his lips are just perfect for me and the way they shape when he cant contain his laugh like his lips get so wide you can see his gums its the most beautiful smile ever but HIS NOSEEEEE!!!! DUDE HIS NOSE!!!! ITS THE CUTEST NOSE I HAVE EVER SEEN AND I JUST WANNA PUT LITTLE PECKS ON HIS CUTE LITTLE NOSE ITS SO AŞDENEĞANAPROLUX!!!!

Another thing is how he is rather reserved. i mean he is surely much more open now, esp since Back era but still he likes being on his own, getting lost in things that he loves like dancing, making music or stuff like that and im like him too so idk its like a connection you know? 

He is strong. not only physically but also mentally. he has a strong determination. he has been thru too much to be at where he is now. starting from his family (here is a ref for those who dont know how hard it was for him) i think thats very brave of him to risk so much for an unclear future.

I LIVE FOR HIS LAME JOKES!!!! and i dont think they are lame (ok some of them are :D) but i think its a proven fact that was accepted by everyone that he is witty. and i love my man smart :D lol he even praised his fans for being witty in his last vlive saying sth like “fans are like their idols. im witty and you’re witty too” or sth like that lol he is adorable!!!!

Which leads me to another thing i love about him; his love and respect for fans! about 2 years ago he was given a letter by a fan (i think its better if y’all check it here if you havent already) i love the way he approached the issue. he is always so straightforward about things which is another thing i love about him but i think ever since that time, he has become more “active” at airports. i mean he couldve just ignored it. losing 1 fan wouldnt have mattered. or he couldve done that speech but still go on acting like that and tbh we couldnt blame him becuz he really doesnt have to do any fan service at the airports. but oh my god! the fanservice that i had the honor of witnessing with my own eyes from the first row at the airport in Berlin!!!! he was the only one to open the curtain and wave at us and did “i say ho you say ya” with us, he kept waving till the van disappeared from our sight and he def couldve chosen not to do that and we couldnt blame him but he chose to do it! also when he first did vlive, it was becuz he had to do it due to some official thing but he said if he knew it was so easy to do, he’d do it often and tbh i thought he said it just to say it you know? but he was sincere about it! he really does the most vlives and idk what more to say on this issue lol

His thought on his own chastity just multiplied by respect for him a million times!!! im keeping this short since its a private issue but its one of the top things i love the most about him!

Another thing i adore is his relationships with his friends. i mean everyone loves their friends but i think he is doing a little more than that. he always features his friends on his personal or group schedules whenever he has the chance so he introduces them to more and more people. in a way he is “presenting” them you know? i mean i dont think too many people knew about Hyojin before his Good Kissser stage (i for one didnt know) but now i dont think there is an Inspirit out there who doesnt know her and i think its too cute!

I love his fashion sense. you guys are probably thinking (i mean if you have come this far, bless you

I legit started this around 4am and now its 5am and i have to wake up early otl but i had so much fun writing this and realized once again how much i love him not only as a singer but as a person too. I hope i havent missed out anything lol There are also stuff like how talented he is (he does perfect jobs in so many fields), how hardworking he is, how he loves his members etc but i think they are the kind of things that anyone, even if they arent HW biased can agree on and i wanted this post to be more personal rather than stating the observable facts :) 

If anyone has read this till the end, im really sorry for wasting your time but i also hope i could cause you see Howon from different sides and somehow put a smile on your face. 

Have a great day/night everyone 💜✌