#Light O' Me Life ( Scarlet )
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Could I request Floyd, Ace, and Jamil getting carried away like a princess or bride by their s/o for no reason other than just to mess with them?
Floyd, Ace, Jamil with an s/o who’ll carry them like a princess
Floyd x reader, Ace x reader, Jamil x reader
Floyd:
The moment your arms slipped around his waist, you could feel Floyd stiffen slightly. It made sense, really. He’s spent too long doing all the squeezing. It’s about time you returned the favour.
Fingers wrap around his waist, palms pulsing warmth into his skin. You run your hands down his waist, watching as Floyd squirms, a husky laugh ringing through the air.
He leans behind, eyes meeting yours. Mismatched beauties, both of his pupils glowing like gems in the sea’s depths. His hair dangles off his forehead, brushing against your skin. It tickles.
Chuckling, you give him an affectionate squeeze. Your touch has him bursting into pearls of laughter, before he wiggles towards you. With Floyd’s back pressed against your chest, he was able to reach for you, poking your cheeks playfully.
“Whatcha’ doing, shrimpy?”
Your lips twitch upwards, a grin. Your arms tighten around his waist. A grunt was all the warning Floyd got.
With a heave, you have the eel hovering above the ground, wrapped tightly in your arms. A yelp of surprise, before it melts away into childish laughter, Floyd clinging onto your shoulders.
You cradle him close to your chest. A fluttery heartbeat, beating into his skin. Swaying your arms from the left to the right, you swing him around. Every laugh that shook from his body brushed against your chest, tickling you.
A weight rests around your shoulders. Floyd has his arms around your neck, before he pulls himself closer.
Closer to you.
Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, Floyd’s breath wafts against your skin. Warm, much like your embrace.
Well, enjoy your fun while it lasts, Shrimpy.
Next time, he’s going to be the one sweeping you off your feet. Just you wait, Shrimpy.
Ace:
When your arms slips around his, you could feel his stomach trembling. Laughter bursting out from his lips. Ace’s fingers wrap around your wrists, before he yanks you closer.
Leaning back, his head finds your shoulder. Scarlet red hair brushes against your skin. It’s soft, almost like feather-light kisses, caressing your body.
His eyes meet yours.
“What’s up?”
Fingers lacing with each other, you intertwine them. Taking in a breath, you raise them, pulling Ace along with you.
Trashing about, his hands reach for your shoulders. Fingers gripping firmly, pressing deep into your skin. Ace clings to you for dear life, a deep crimson spreading across his cheeks.
“What’s- what’s the big idea?”
You squeeze him, an affectionate action. His body relaxes a little, melting into your touch. You could feel Ace leaning into you, his head resting on your shoulder once more.
Finger jabbing into your cheeks, Ace huffs.
“At least give me some warning before you pull a stunt like that, yeah?”
His thumb presses into your skin, pinching it lightly. Wincing, you hold your arms outwards, pushing him away from you.
“I’ll drop you, Trappola.”
Honestly? That’s not that much of a threat to him.
Ace already fell for you quite some time ago.
It’s hard to top that.
Jamil:
Jamil’s a busy man. A bodyguard, a chef, a personal aside, and on top of that, he has to handle his own student life. You hardly see him resting.
You’ve joked time and time again that if he doesn’t take a break, you’ll literally carry him to his bed.
Today, you’ll finally make good on that threat. Sneaking towards Jamil, you crash into him. Quickly wrapping your arms around him, you hold him firmly. A secure embrace, bleeding with warmth. You could feel Jamil’s arms stiffening, before his muscles loosen, relaxing under your touch.
Jamil turns around, the ends of his ebony hair brushing against your cheek.
“What is it?”
You clutch his waist tightly, before heaving. You raise him up, cradling him to your chest. Jamil blinks rapidly, eyes wide open with shock. A laugh slips from your lips, as you sway him around.
“Told you I’ll carry you if you didn’t take a break!”
His arm snakes over your shoulders, fingers gripping on them for dear life. You could feel Jamil’s heartbeat flutter, thumping into your chest. Tugging him closer, you shoot him a satisfied grin.
Jamil only sighs, before he resigns himself to his fate. A gentle peck on your check, lips pressing softly into your skin. A fleeting kiss, light as a butterfly. Yet it made you dizzy all the same. He leans into your body, warmth pulsing from his skin into yours. A comforting sensation, your arms around him.
He wouldn’t mind if you did this more often.
Carefully raising his head, Jamil’s breath wafts over your ear. A whisper, purred into your ears sultrily.
“Very well. Take me wherever you wish, love.”
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With New Eyes Every Time 🌊🪸🐚👁️
Miguel O'Hara x Reader S/O
Synopsis: Aquarium date with Miguel! 😄💕 Not much else to say. Word count 2.6k
A/N: inspired by my amazing moot @huniedeux ! Thank you for making a post about wanting to go to the aquarium and inspiring me in the process! 🥰 All thanks to you! 🫶🏽 Also really need to thank @hikaru-sama for being so patient and amazing at helping me with Spanish translations! 🖤🫶🏽 I owe you my life lol 😫
Crocodile facts I used came from: Royal Society Publishing and Wildlife Sydney AU (I kept getting confused on the crocodile embryo fact and the Royal Society Publishing ended up being the correct one in regards to that fact)
CW: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, A SMIDGE SUGGESTIVE SO MINORS DNI, BRIEF MOMENT OF GRIEF, OTHER THAN THAT JUST FLUFFY FLUFF. No mention of reader's gender.
"Well, actually, it's your turn to pick the date spot this time." Miguel hums as he gently blows on his oatmeal before taking a spoonful.
"Goddamn it...I'm so bad at choosing." You drum your nails against your coffee mug, the motion generating small tinkles of sound against the white porcelain.
Miguel smirks, "Thought since I'm a Libra, I'm the one who's supposed to be indecisive?"
"Doth mine ears decieve me?!" You clasp your hand to your chest, making a gasp of over exaggerated astonishment. "Astrology's #1 hater is reciting accurate lore of his own sign back to me?!"
Miguel shakes his head, blowing air out of his nose in amusement. "Nah, I'm still the number one hater." He winks. "Just proving to you that when you talk, I do listen. Even if I'm bad at responding."
"Bah." You wave your hand at him and sip your coffee, shifting your thoughts to where you'd like to go on your date with him this time. Truth is, Nueva York was huge. You hadn't been to all the restaurants and bars and every single spot just yet. You just had a few favorites that you kept on rotation.
Miguel, a man of routine and structure, didn't mind that one bit. Actually, there was a place you did really want to go to, you just hope he'll be okay with it since you were just there together for Valentine's.
"Perhaps..."
"Mhmm?" Miguel turns the page of his newspaper, doing his best to be responsive to you while getting caught up on yesterday's news.
"Don't be mad at me..."
"Mad at you?" Miguel's eyes flicker from the newsprint to yours. Scarlet spotlights on you.
"The aquarium." You say finally, your lips pull into a cheeky smile to indicate that you're well aware of your redundant choice but you don't care because you're dying to go anyway.
The corner of Miguel's mouth tugs a little into a half smile. "That's the spot, huh? You think I was going to be mad at you for choosing the aquarium again?"
You shrug. "Well, I do drag us there a lot. But it's so fun! I love seeing the fish and everything. You know me. I can't get enough of that stuff."
Miguel gives you a warm smile. "Well, the aquarium it is then. And believe me, that's farrr from one of my least favorite places we go. It's actually one of my favorites, too."
You echo his warmth, mixing it with some playfulness in your tone, "Oh yeah, I should've known, you love that under the sea, nerdy stuff too, huh?"
Miguel chuckles. "Guilty." He stands up, picking up his empty bowl. "Vamos, los peces esperan." (Let's go, the fish are waiting)
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You can't help but smile giddily as you walk around the vast aquarium. It's dimly lit, and not very busy at this time, to both yours and Miguel's relief. The fact it was a Wednesday likely helped, since the rare occasion when Miguel's days off coincided with yours were quite sporadic and random.
First, you started with the reptiles. As you walked in the more brightly lit section, you peeled off your hoodie and tied it around your waist as the humidity of the exhibit started to get to you. Moisture hung in the air and the spattering sounds of water hitting rocks from the waterfall that stood tall in the middle of the exhibit created the illusion you were somewhere tropical, a welcome respite away from the March wind chill of Nueva York.
Frog croaks, monkey shrieks, and clicking and chattering of birds rustle in the exhibit, creating the ambiance of a rainforest. You look up at the large bird habitat in front of you, shielded by thin netting, groups of colorful birds hanging out in small clusters, rotating between perching and flying from one resting spot to another. A large smile breaks out on your face when your eyes land on a toucan perched on a twig garland hanging from the ceiling, busy cleaning his feathers.
"Babe look..." You say in a hushed voice. Miguel follows your gaze and his face breaks out into a smile as well, admiring the cute little bird as he ruffled and stroked his black feathers and puffed up his white bosom with pride.
Miguel nudges your side playfully with his hip. "He takes a long time to get ready, kind of like someone I know..."
You try to nudge him pitifully back in response, but Miguel stays anchored in place with a chuckle.
You move on to look at the geckos, lizards, snakes, and caimans as well. A baby crocodile sits with his belly dipped in a shallow pool of water, legs splayed out and mouth wide open, basking in the warmth emitted from the heat lamp at the top of his tank.
"He's SOOOO cute!" You gush, leaning your head just a little closer to the glass. Miguel looks away from the yellow poison dart frog exhibit and follows your squealing noises, putting his hands in his pockets as he stands next to you with a smirk.
"Not sure if cute is how I'd describe him..." Miguel tilts his head at the mini croc, its green eyes still unmoving. "He'll grow up to be an apex predator like his parents."
"Look at you, Mr. Wildlife." You look up at him, impressed. "What else do I not know about Kenny here?"
"Kenny?"
"That's his name, babe. It says so on the sign."
"Oh." Miguel laughs. "Well... crocodiles have three eyelids."
"Oh, you told me that one already, baby. What else?"
Miguel smiles and lists some more facts for you. You love it when he's like this. He was like a sponge, always absorbing knowledge that other people might have found boring or useless. He'd gladly tell you about it too, and he never ever made you feel silly or dumb for not knowing something.
"The sex of embryos in crocodiles is actually determined by the temperature at the time of incubation. So, Kenny here was probably incubated at a higher temperature which is more associated with producing males, whereas cooler temperatures are associated with producing females." Miguel points.
You click your tongue in admiration. "I learn something new every day. Let's hear one more."
Miguel purses his lips in thought for a moment, then says, "See those lumps and bumps on his back? Those are actually called, ‘scutes’. They actually enable them to be more stealthy in the water. They stop it from rippling."
Your eyebrows raise, your eyes still on Kenny and then they move to the tank beside him with the bigger crocs. "Whoa..." you nod. "Well, that proves my point earlier."
Miguel raises an eyebrow.
"Crocs have scutes. So they are s'cute!" You cross your arms triumphantly and head towards the ocean part of the aquarium.
Miguel thinks in his head that you probably wouldn't use that word for long if you knew how large crocodiles killed and ate their prey, but he doesn't argue. He smiles to himself and gives a curt nod in farewell to Kenny before he leaves to catch up to you.
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Your eyes get big as you enter the room with jellyfish tanks. Soft blue and pink globs glide effortlessly in the water, sinking down slowly before using their tentacles to propel upwards, bobbing hypnotically in dizzying movements.
You and Miguel keep stealing glances at each other when the other isn't looking. You turn to look at him once more, the bioluminescence from the jellyfish mixed with the blacklights of the aquarium cast a soft glow on his features, the crimson in his eyes making him look just as ethereal as the beauty of the sea you're both gazing at. His full lips jut outwards subtly as he purses them in thought, his cheekbones sharp, framing that divine, sculpted face of his.
He looks at you, catching you staring at him this time. You take his hand, wrapping your other hand around his forearm to pull him closer to you. His head turns briefly for a moment, making sure you two are the only ones in the room before he leans down and gives you a soft kiss, that jittery feeling in your stomach when one of his hands cups the side of your throat, pressing you a little harder against his lips. Before you pull away, you add a lingering bite to his bottom lip, making him blush.
"Pórtate bien...." (Behave yourself) He murmurs, running his tongue along the slight puffiness on his bottom lip your teeth left behind, trying to calm the small flame you lit inside him.
Your mouth curls into a grin at the mini rise you got out of him, and you walk into a new area, marvelling at the saffron-colored coral and dainty seahorses.
Miguel moves to the other side of the exhibit where the largest tank resides with an assortment of fish swimming in and out of a large, fake shipwreck, but stops in his tracks when he sees the clownfish and regal tangs. A twinge of sadness pulls at his heart.
After watching the seahorse disappear behind a seaweed stalk, you turn and notice where Miguel is standing and your eyebrows knit in worry as you take long strides to come stand by his side, squeezing his hand.
He exhales at your touch and squeezes back in response, not needing to say anything because you can read him better than anyone. Sometimes this part could be rather hard for him. Clownfish and Regal Tangs were the species of Nemo and Dory.
Finding Nemo was Gabi's favorite movie.
You both watch the colorful fish in peaceful silence, darting in and out behind rocks, speeding up and slowing down, jolting and occasionally bumping into one another as they weave and glide through their underwater habitat around the large sunken ship.
Eventually, you pull Miguel gently by the hand leading him to one of the empty benches behind you. You sit and watch the fish together some more, enjoying the serenity of the buzzing undersea ecosystem before you, smiling when you see the comically large sea turtle next to all of his smaller fishy cohorts, dodging them and spinning like a rotisserie above your heads like it was second nature for him.
After a few more minutes, you turn to Miguel, "Well, last up is the shark exhibit." You try and brighten the mood a little, "That one's your favorite. You ready?"
Miguel turns and looks down at you, his arm still resting on the top of the bench behind you. His hand comes to give your shoulder a squeeze. "You sure? This one's your favorite. We can take our time."
You try to shake your head and play it off, "No, really I've seen it a hundred times, plus I think there's a new tank with stingrays or something..."
Miguel knows when you're trying to be too nice, a not uncommon behavior of yours. "We have all afternoon, really. I want to make sure you're having fun." He reassures you.
Your eyes melt as you sit back in your seat, indulging in staring at the fish for just a while longer like you wanted. Once you're satisfied, you let him know with a nod of your head and a squeeze of his hand and you two make your way to the escalators that run to the lower level, taking you to the shark exhibit.
As you do, you can't help but think about the times when you invited your friends and they practically rushed you through the whole experience, asking if there was anything new you could look at instead or passing up on going to the aquarium altogether, saying they've seen it all.
Miguel was one of the only people in your life who didn't make you feel bad for revisiting places you loved because it made you happy to re-experience it all over again. Hell, he was eager to and even expected an invite each time you did.
Source: Google search, from Las Vegas Magazine
You press your lips together in anticipation and your eyes go wide as if you're looking at it for the first time as you enter the large, underwater tunnel, dozens of sharks swimming in every direction, the shimmery reflection of the water and aqua light of the exhibit immersing you into a whole new world. It takes your breath away and you slow down, pausing in one spot right in the middle of the tunnel, losing yourself in the oceanic beauty above your head. It's one of those no camera moments, a time that requires silence, appreciation, and the person you love right next to you.
Miguel's watching you with sheer admiration, slightly envious even that something else could make you that speechless with adoration. He wants to make you feel that way all the time. It's memories like these with you that he's so glad he lowered the gates of his heart all that time ago. Never guessing when you crossed his path, it would lead to moments as blissful as these. The best part of the whole thing is that they won't end anytime soon. As long as you'd let him, he'd continue calling you all his. Could now be the time to make it permanent? Perhaps. No, you deserved something more planned out, something really special. He hadn't even gotten you that ring that you liked so much, sending not so subtle hints by texting him the link to it every so often while he was at work.
When he feels it's a good time, he approaches you from behind, touching the corner of your elbow, curious to know what's been on your mind. "¿En que piensas, mi alma?" (What are you thinking, my soul?)
You hum and turn around, following that low, mesmerizing voice of his, and you look up at him, the face of your lover looking down at you, warmth dominating his countenance that pulls you right in.
"Just thinking about how much I love coming here with you. You never make me feel bad for wanting to just take my time and see everything, you know? Even if it's my quadrillionth time seeing it. I just love the beach and the ocean, you know? It's like a brand new experience every time."
Miguel smiles down at you, then his eyes briefly wander, the group in front of you starts moving on so you two are left alone once again. He takes a deep breath and turns you back around so you're looking at the sea life once again, keeping his hands on your arms as he gives them a little love squeeze. "Kind of like how I see you, hmm?"
You chuckle, leaning backwards into him. His cologne enveloping you in that embrace that made your heart flutter and your knees grow weak every time. "What do you mean, Mig?"
"Con ojos nuevos cada vez." (With new eyes every time)
You close your eyes with your head against his chest and his arms wrapped around you for several moments. You bring your own hands up to his, sliding your fingers underneath his jacket sleeves in search of the warm skin of his forearms to which he softly exhales into your hair at the sensation.
You murmur to him, "Can we get smoothies on the way home?"
"Hmmm, you don't like my green smoothie recipe?" Miguel asks with a teasing grin.
"It had.. too much kale for my liking."
"Ouch."
"Sorry, baby."
"Ha, ha...well, I suppose we could. In that case we might as well get lunch. You need real food too, not just a smoothie. You're ready to go already?"
"Just a little longer?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
You smile and lean back into him once more, letting your bodies lean against each other in familiar, loving solitude as the sharks swim around you in the tunnel of the aquarium, white flashes of light shimmering against the glass every so often that the water hits the sunlight that's slowly begun to peek out from the afternoon skies above.
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WAIT OKAY. HEAR MEOUT, HEAR ME
O U T
dragon price is good, love that shit mmm mm mmm
but listen
Dragon Valeria
I’m literally going feral just thinking about it. Talk about one to spoil you, ravage you, cover you in jewels and silks and the blood of anyone who tries to take you from her. Tattoos that glimmer like scales—fuck I have to stop talking now or I’ll write a novel in your inbox but FUCK I’m normal about her (I am vibrating at a frequency only dogs can perceive)
“I burned a kingdom for you today.” She purrs, the skimmering scales along her shoulders flickering in the hazy orange glow of the lantern light. Her hands plant on either side of you, the lower half of her bare, pressed against yours draped in gauzy, shimmering fabric pilfered from the farthest of lands. The mere weight of her draws a deep, wanting hum inside you, like raising water from a boundless well filled to the brim with your adoration for her.
Her words should scare you, should send you curling into yourself as a terrified, frightened thing. A poor maiden helpless against the dragon that brought you here, snatched you from your pitiful life within a dying kingdom. You had been that maiden once, had cowered and been frightened and had watched her with a wary gaze. Yet the dragoness atop you now had earned your trust slowly, had brought you gifts, trophies, had provided for you in a way that made you offer yourself to her in turn.
The depths of her love used to terrify you, her promises to set the world ablaze for you if you commanded her so, to level kingdoms, to slaughter kings and princes and seat you upon their scarlet stained thrones. Yet now the declaration of her carnage sends an illicit thrill through you, has you drag her up and into you. Her lips taste like brimstone, like smoke and promises of destruction. The addiction of her violence drives a coiling warmth rushing to your core- warmed only by the fire on her breath.
“Bella.” She breathes against your lips, and her clawed hand smoothes along your calf, traces your supple flesh annointed with holy oils offered by priests to her in pleas for mercy. “So pretty, bonita.”
The gauzy, shimmering fabric of your dress is pushed up over the curve of your thigh, bunched around your hip and she huffs a laugh at the scar that’s planted there, her own mark breathed into your skin with fire- an ever present reminder that you belong to her.
Never once did you think it would be so, never thought that your emaciated, withering form dressed in rags would sit upon her throne not as a prize but as her queen.
You spread your legs for her eagerly when her hand dips under the edge of your gown, and Valeria purrs when she finds you already wet to her touch.
“Needy, mi vida?” She asks, voice low and sliding like silk against the back of your thoughts.
“Always.” You tell her breathlessly, and when her thumb presses down with the barest hint of pressure on your clit you buck your hips automatically. Valeria drinks down the little whimper that escapes you, laughs as you press your hips up into her palm.
“Need something?” She asks teasingly and you groan, feel frustration and desire meld with the unfurling warmth inside you.
“Stop teasing.” You whine, but Valeria withdraws her hand completely you reach for her, eyes lidded and lips parted with an apology. “No, no sorry, wait, Valeria please-”
“That’s my girl.” She husks, and you gasp in surprise as her hips roll down onto yours, offering you a tantalizing kiss of friction that has you arching up from the gold-threaded cushions under you both. “All you had to do was ask, querida.”
You know. You know you can ask for anything and she’ll give it to you. Clothes, jewels, treasures, castles, kingdoms, souls- Valeria will plant her offerings at the altar of you and then rise to take your divine blessing. You bestow it upon her in the form of shuddering gasps and bitten pleas, of libations she gathers on her tongue, of the devoted oaths you echo down to her reminding you’re hers, hers, hers….
#valeria garza#valeria garza x reader#valeria x f! reader#valeria x reader#valeria garza x you#thursday night thots#SHES SO SUGAR MOMMY#accidentally burnt my pizza to write this
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Surprises - Brian Zvonecek x Reader (NSFW)
Tagging: @justmeandanoverdrive @cosmic-psychickitty @shay-o-fiction @k-k0129 @brianbabygirlzvonecek @ikbenplant @ortega29 @crazy4chickennuggets @neapolitantoebeans @cixrosie @bradshawsdarlin @horny-and-sad27 @gummybabey @mysoulisasunflower @luckyladycreator2 @kabloswrld @persage @whoreforhondo @anime-weeb-4-life @issac918 @99-reasons-to-live @witches-unruly-heart @infinity-mars @cupids-lover @upsteadlogic @genius2050
Brian was grinning when you stepped inside your home. He discarded your bags instantly, dropping them by the door before he strode towards the bed and flopped down upon it, hands behind his head as he starred up at the ceiling. You had missed him, his ability to make everything that little bit brighter. Two weeks, back home with your parents was almost long enough to send you demented.
It filled you with contentment as you watched him prop himself up on his elbows, a mischievous grin spreading across his handsome features as those eyes fixated on you. He patted the cream-coloured bed sheets beside raising his eyebrows in that manner that showed every one of his intentions.
"So, we're having one of those moments are we?" You asked as you slinked up towards your husband with slow purposeful movements.
Your fingers were already undoing the buttons of the blouse you were wearing until it hung open revealing a lacy scarlet red bra that extenuated every single one of your assets. It made your skin glow in the fading light from the orange sunset as you stripped the material from your shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor.
"I haven't seen that before." Brian commented, shifting on the bed as his erection sprung to life within the confines of his jeans.
You placed your hands on his knees as you leaned in close enough to kiss his finely sculptured lips. The air was rife with anticipation as you stared into Brian’s intense dark eyes, your hand cupped his arousal through his jeans, stroking over his stiffening cock through the denim. Brian arched into your touch as you watched his facial expressions closely, judging how every single ministration affected him.
"There's a lot of new things you haven't seen." You whispered, your lips brushing his with the briefest of touches as you spoke. "I went lingerie shopping and bought all sorts of new and interesting things."
"I would like to see all of them." Brian told you hissing in relief as you unzipped his fly, releasing his throbbing dick.
"You’re the only man who'll ever get to see them." You promised, the light tickle of your breath in his ear causing a long hot thrill to chase through him.
Your fingers curled around his demanding cock, creating a tight ring around the base. Brian let out a low groan of approval as your hand began to move up and down his shaft.
"It turns me on seeing you like this, knowing how much you want me." You told him, your teeth grazed his earlobe, sending his blistering flesh into a delicious frenzy.
"I haven't even seen the panties yet." he breathed as you nuzzled the curve of his throat.
He whined as you withdrew. You grasped his wrist, guiding it down towards his leaking dick, before you wrapped his own fingers around it
"I want you to show me how much you like what you see." You told him.
Your eyes were bright with excitement as his lips quirked up into that deviant smile. That was the thing about Brian, he made you feel so confident and erotic. You had never been an exhibitionist before but Brian made you feel beautiful and empowered in ways you had never considered possible.
Brian had never seen something so tantalising as he watched you undo your zipper before shimmying out of those clinging black jeans. The matching scarlet thong barely covered anything, leaving his imagination rampant at all the possibilities ahead of him. He was jerking his cock already, his body was flushing with heat as he arched into his own rough hand.
You turned your back upon him, casting a sultry glance over your shoulder. Your smouldering gaze was enough to make him want to reach out and touch you but he didn’t. This was your game, he played by your rules.
That gorgeous ass of yours was on display, another one of his favourite assets. The thong made it look even more enticing and Brian bit down on his lower lip to stifle the moan that escaped his throat as he imagined running his hands over that firm, smooth flesh. Your fingers curved around the tiny waistband before you removed the panties in the risqué manner he had ever seen.
His breathing was hitching, and it was music to your ears as you removed the bra too before turning to face Brian completely naked.
"Get undressed."
It was a simple command, one that Brian obeyed as quickly as he could. His shirt was barely off his shoulders before you were pushing him onto his back your thighs straddling his waist.
This was you at your finest. Inventive, dynamic, all self-assured.
Brian let out a loud hoarse cry, his head tipping back into the sheets in rapture as you sunk down on his aching cock in one fluid motion. His hands enclosed on your hips as you began to rotate them keeping him taut deep inside her. His features contorted in ecstasy as your hands swept all over his firm chest, nails raking lightly over his skin. You rode him harder, driving his throbbing cock into your tightening wetness with short, rapid thrusts. His fingertips were gripped your waist as he ground his teeth together, struggling to fight off the overwhelming tingling in his lower back as it threatened to consume him. He was so God damn close, it killed him.
You exploded like a star, blossoming before his eyes. Your head tilted back, hair tumbling down your naked back as you called out his name in a haze of sheer euphoria. Just the sight of you at the height of orgasm tipped him straight over the edge and into oblivion. His whole entire body jerked from the force of the release as it tore through him like a rogue firework popping and sizzling over every single one of his synapses. He said your name like a prayer before you swooped down to his level and stifled his wanton noises by kissing his delectable mouth.
His hands were on your skin, caressing down the length of your spine and gracing your body as your tongue dipped into his mouth. He could feel his heart beating against yours as your head came to rest on the muscular curve of his shoulder. He gathered you up in his strong arms, your bare legs entwined, your feet rubbing against Brian's in that familiar reassuring gesture.
"You've been holding out on me." he breathed against your hairline.
Your laugh vibrated against his chest causing him to smile at the symphony in his ears. You had no idea what it meant to him to hear that sound.
“Oh Brian, I’m full of surprises.”
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Bem Dei-ijla B A S I C S
Name: Bem Dei-ijla
Nicknames: N/A
Age: Early Fifties
Nameday: 19th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon
Race: Rava Viera
Gender: CIS Male
Orientation: Pansexual
Profession: Handyman.. Cat (Bun?) burglar
P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
Hair: Messy. Just above the shoulders. It always seems like he just got out of bed. The hair is black with a very light brown highlights.
Eyes: Right eye is a lemon yellow and his left eye is scarlet red. Both eyes glow constantly, having a vibrant life behind them.
Skin: Tanish, hazel skin. Freckles throughout his body.
Tattoos/scars: Tattoos on both side of his right forearms, his back and his left shoulder. An incision scar over his right eye. A few burn scars, most notably on his left shoulder above his tattoo and his hands.
F A M I L Y
Parents: Unknown to him but he knows that they are deceased. Ceres Dei-ijla (Adoptive Mother)
Siblings: Ris Dei-ijla (Adoptive Sister)
Grandparents: N/A
In-laws and Other: N/A
Pets: Rainforest frog, Hopper.
S K I L L S
Abilities: - Quite skilled with daggers in both hands. Some practice with a bow and longsword. Though it's not his first choice.
- As a wood-warder, he was taught in stealth, tracking and hunting.
- Basic fire magic. Has the capabilities to enhance them but chooses not to.
Hobbies: Camping, gambling, stargazing, knife tricks, fishing, eating (like a foodie), pottery (badly)
T R A I T S
Most Positive Trait: Self- confidence. He's able to do challenges head-on, laugh at himself all to a fault.
Most Negative Trait: Self- destruction. Sometime his confidence overcomes his own logic. He has been known to push himself to the point of accidently hurting himself. Though he is careful not to hurt others, it can happen.
L I K E S
Colors: Brown, white, red, yellow.
Smells: Campfire smoke, woods, fresh cut grass, roasted vegetables, smoked fish.
Textures: The small bumps of a toad/frogs skin, feathers from a bird that flew by, the dry paints of a painting.
Drinks: Teas, coffees, ciders, cocktails.
O T H E R D E T A I L S
Smokes: Occasionally, usually at parties.
Drinks: Occasionally.
Drugs: Yes, but he doesn't go out of his way to take/get them. If it's offered the answer would be yes.
Mount Issuance: N/A
Been Arrested: Yes, more than once. More so in his youth than now. He's more careful. :3c
This has been such a huge help to actually sit down and write about Bem. Now to actually finish my carrd. Thanks for tagging me! @this-is-ris
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could you maybe write more wanda comfort? both your wanda fics are so comforting for me. anything of wanda taking care of reader or something idk. no pressure!!
me when i see y'all request more wanda comfort
okay I'm reading this back and realizing this is not so much Wanda comfort as it is Wanda domestic fluff. idk man when i write for her i just get possessed into not fulfilling the prompt. SORRY. i'm really proud of this though. and i'm gay
Mrs. Maximoff
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader
Summary: Are we all depressed LMAO
Tags: Fluff × Domestic Fluff × Date Night × Date Night Gone Wrong × inappropriate use of wanda's powers × you know what i might use that tag in future fics × eyes emoji × Comfort × ruining dinner × i have no idea what else to tag this as × request × hi
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It amazes you how many things Wanda can squeeze into her day.
She’ll manage to keep the entire house clean, make breakfast lunch and dinner for herself and the twins, and still look as fresh as a spring morning while simultaneously protecting the planet from magical and extraterrestrial threats.
You think she’s going to ask you to move in with her.
It’s a little scary, but not because you aren't ready to do it. You just don't want to be dead weight. You aren't sure how you’re going to fit into her routine.
You don’t tell her this, because she'd probably think you're being silly. “The boys love you,” she’d say. “I love you. That’s all that matters.”
Yeah. She’s amazing.
You want to do something nice for her, after all her hard work. After everything she’s been through.
Your apartment is modest compared to her neat home in the suburbs. Tonight’s date night, and Wanda called a babysitter to watch the boys. You’re waiting for her to come by, fidgety. You check the time on your phone every five minutes, even though she’s not due for another hour and a half.
You’re making paprikash, which is cheesy of you, but you know it’s her favorite. It reminds her of a home that's long gone. You stir periodically, checking the spices to make sure it tastes right. You got sweet paprika from the Eastern European market a couple blocks away over a week ago in nervous anticipation.
You’ve gone out of your way to make everything perfect. The living room is clean, your bed is made, everything is as neat as you can get it to be in this tiny, cramped space. You even bought flowers, which are cut and sitting in a vase on the kitchen counter.
So yes, everything is perfect.
And then the power goes out.
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It’s out for the entire building. People are gathered in the first floor office, demanding to know what’s going on.
Unfortunately, you live in a world constantly disrupted by superheroes and aliens. You don't know why the other tenants of your building haven't been expecting something like this. You just want to know when the lights are going to come back on so that you can treat your girl to a special night.
Wanda walks in through the front door of the building at that precise moment, turning heads. She’s wearing light wash jeans and a cardigan, like some sort of PTA supermom, which you guess she kind of is. Your heart pounds in your chest.
“It's the Scarlet Witch!” a little boy tells his mother, tugging on her pants leg excitedly and pointing at your girlfriend.
You rush over to her before she can be crushed by the mob, taking her hand and running towards the stairwell illuminated by emergency lights.
“What’s going on?” she asks as you drag her up the stairs.
“Power went out,” you explain, out of breath. “My landlord’s hiding. We probably won’t have lights until tomorrow.”
You feel horrible. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, and of course life had to get in the way.
“Hey,” she says, stopping you on your mission up the stairs. She cages you against the wall, holding your cheeks in her palms. “It’s okay. We can light some candles! It’ll be romantic.” She smiles, tilting her head the way she does when she's trying to be cute.
It works. You nod. She kisses your nose. “Okay,” you whisper, letting her press a quick kiss to your mouth.
You’re buoyed by the hope that this night isn't totally unsalvageable. There’s only a few more stairs to take, and then the night can finally start.
Then you reach your floor, sniffing. There’s a burning smell coming from the direction of your apartment.
“No, no, no, no,” you murmur, hurrying to unlock the door.
Just as you suspected. The paprikash is ruined. Your heart sinks into the floor. “I thought I turned the stove off,” you groan, moving the ruined pot to an empty burner.
You put your head in your hands, lamenting your short attention span.
Wanda puts a hand on your back. “You were making paprikash?” she asks quietly. You nod, embarrassed. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs, folding you into her arms.
“I made noodles. They’re in the fridge. We can have those I guess,” you murmur, trying not to cry. “Plain noodles and burnt stew. This has been a total bust. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey,” she says, sternly. She pulls away and tucks your hair behind your ear. “What are you sorry for?”
You sigh. “You’re a full time mom and a superhero. I can't even make one meal right. How am I supposed to-” You don’t let yourself finish that sentence, growling in frustration.
“How are you supposed to…?” she asks, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You press your lips into a thin line. “Take care of you,” you answer after a minute.
She laughs, not meanly, but still. “Don’t laugh!” you groan, throwing your hands up in the air and trudging to the stove. You take the ruined remnants of your meal and throw the whole thing in the garbage.
“Sweetheart,” she says, using her powers to lift the pot out of the trash and place it gently in the sink. It’s such a simple use of her monumentally impressive magic that you almost laugh. “I don’t need you to take care of me.”
“I know,” you sigh, wringing your hands. “I know. You’re the strongest, most wonderful person I’ve ever met. Doesn’t mean I don't want to.”
Her face softens. She walks over to you slowly, like she’s trying not to frighten a wounded animal. Wanda rests her hand on top of yours.
“You’re wonderful. You know why?” She kisses you, so softly. Every kiss feels like the first time, when you were a nobody who worked security in Avengers tower, a lifetime ago. Things are so different now. Everything is different.
“Why,” you murmur, trading more sweet kisses that steal your breath.
“Because you care. You try,” Wanda lays her hands on your waist, resting her forehead against yours. “That’s enough for me.”
Now you’re really going to cry. Her lips are soft, dry. She’s wearing new perfume. Your heart skips a beat. She must have picked it out for tonight.
“I just… I want to do nice things for you. I want to be part of your life. I want to make things a little easier.”
She chuckles and says your name fondly. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life is never easy. All I need is you and the twins. You make it all worth it.”
You sigh, nuzzling your nose against hers.
“Just, you know. You wouldn't be my first pick for housewife of the year,” she jokes. You slap her arm.
“I knew that was coming,” you say, trudging to your closet where you keep your unscented candles.
“Aww, come back,” she complains, wrapping her arms around you from behind in the dark. “I didn’t mean it honey, I think you’re so good at being a housewife.”
“Yeah?” you say, igniting your lighter and illuminating your face in the soft light. “Want me to try making dinner again?” She hesitates. “You are so full of shit, Maximoff.”
Wanda laughs, and you laugh with her. She has this way of making everything better. Lighter. You love her for it.
She ruffles your hair. “Let’s order a pizza, Mrs. Maximoff.”
You pause, the flame flickering in your hand. Wanda freezes too, as if just realizing what she said.
“I-”
“Don’t apologize,” you say quickly. “Don’t take it back. I liked it. I-I want that.”
She gasps softly, her long lashes fluttering against your hair.
“I’ve been married before,” she says quietly.
“I know.”
“It wasn’t the most traditional union.”
“I know,” you turn around, holding the candle between you. It lights on her face, flickering, insecure. Uncertain. “I don't care what you did, Wanda. I know about it all, and I still want you.” You place your hand under her chin, tilting her mouth to yours.
“How?” she asks after a minute of terse silence.
You shrug. “Like you said, life isn't easy. You had a lot going on. I wish I could’ve been there for you. But I’m here now. I’m not leaving.”
She bites her bottom lip, and you resist the urge to tug it out of hiding with your teeth. To show her how much you mean what you’re saying. Maybe later. She needs to eat something first.
“Let’s order a pizza,” you say before sealing your lips together in a short kiss. “Mrs. Maximoff.”
#my fic#request#i was thinking abt elizabeth olsen's hot ones episode a lot while writing this actually#how is she literally invincible#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x you#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch x reader#scarlet witch#mcu#scarlet witch x you#reader insert
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|| [GN!READER] HEARTSLABYUL BOYS fall in love with you but you have a boyfriend in your homeworld... ||
//TW: Slight Angst(?)//
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The sun sets and the sky paints hues of yellows and pinks. You look down at the rose garden from the roof of Heartslabyul Dorm, the shadows tilt and sway from the gentle breeze that rolls along. The rose vines bloom from the ground up and onto the trees and buildings, curling and twisting into different shapes.
You look over at Ace, who brought you up here in the first place. He said it was Trey's "special treat" for doing an exemplary job during the exams. You two got great scores across the board (all thanks to you). Ace always calls you a genius but sometimes, it doesn't really feel genuine. Mostly because he was a big tease.
Despite all that, you like him… a lot. The way he spent time with you more than the other students made you feel special. There was no denying that the red-head next to you was really cute. O-of course, you didn't like him that way! You were just… in love… with someone else. They just weren't here with you.
"It's beautiful, huh?" Ace asks, interrupting your thoughts.
"It sure is!" You agree. You wonder if Ace would jump off from all the way up here for fun. It sure sounds like him. He'd probably drag you along but would make sure you weren't hurt.
"Though," Ace scoots close to you. His hand barely touches yours. It's a light brush. What was this? He never likes to get close to people. "Not as beautiful as you."
You feel your cheeks burn like fire but your guard is all the way up. Yup, just the two of you alone. There was no way he was actually flirting with you. Not a chance. You weren't falling for it! "This a prank, Ace? Did you lose a bet? Or is this a dare?"
"Don't get all suspicious of me," Ace furrows his brows. "And don't tell me you're just as dense as Deuce!"
Your grin continues. "Of course not, but you have a solid reputation of sprinkling white lies. I've spent enough time with you to—"
Ace sighs. He cups your face, his cheeks tint with a light shade of pink. He leans close to you and his lips press ever-so softly against yours. "I love you, [ Name ]. I mean it… okay?"
Your mouth is agape and you stare into his scarlet orbs. You bite your lip. You feel like your guard is completely destroyed by his kiss. He was really being honest this time. Your emotions stir like a hurricane. Did you love him too? Or are you just replacing your feelings with your lover? Ace is amazing, you think. Do you truly love him? Of course you…
You didn't want to finish the thought and push him away—gently. "I-I can't, Ace. I'm in a relationship with someone else back home."
"Y-yeah?" He gets up and stretches his arms. He laughs nervously, kicking at a roof tile, and clears his throat. "I guess I'm the dense one for not even noticing. Sorry 'bout that, [ Name ]."
He doesn't even look at you. He eyes the single bird that flies in the sky. It feels synonymous with him. The lone bird soars freely but desolate without any comfort of another. He knows the cages of love but he wants to feel the liberty he can have with you. He knows you're different from his ex.
Ace wanders away to the hatch that leads the two of you up to the roof. No words depart his mouth—he just smiles sadly and waves at you before opening it. He heads down the ladder and you hear the echoes of the empty walls.
You curl up. You know you love him. You didn't love the person you were with in your previous life. But it felt so wrong to leave. The walls you built felt thicker and tougher when you were around Ace because you knew you fell for him. Maybe one day, you will tell him you love him…
But right now, everything was too unbearable.
"I… I love you," Deuce says, his eyes meeting yours with the most purest, innocent look. A sweet smile spreads on his lips. He gently grabs your hands and he trembles slightly. He is nervous and giddy at the same time to finally be confessing to you.
"D-Deuce!" Your cheeks burst into red at his sudden response, but your heart aches—it aches so much that you feel sick. Your grasp on his hands are weak as he clings onto yours. You close your eyes and exhale slowly. Your heartbeat hammers along with the rain—a quick and never ending drum that slams to the melody of sorrow. You want to be with him. You so badly desire to be with Deuce, yet…
There was someone else waiting for you—someone else on another planet, universe, dimension—wherever they were, they were waiting for your return, sitting idly by in loneliness. Without a single trace, you just vanished from their life and became a memory. You knew they missed you and your touch; the prolonged kisses that you placed on their lips and the lingering bites you left on their neck.
Your grip on him tightens bit by bit. You don't want to think about the past or the future. You want to live in the present and be with the boy in front of you. He is someone you want to keep close; he is better than anyone you ever met, and more so than the one that you were with. There was no way you could be this selfish.
"I'm so sorry, Deuce," you mutter. Your hands become feeble again but you still hold him. "I wish I could return these feelings but someone is waiting for me back home." Your heart pangs when the words leave your mouth and you feel lightheaded. You want to plunge into his arms and feel his warmth. You want to hold his face in your hands and pepper kisses all over. But most of all, you want to scream and yell to the top of your lungs how unfair this is and how much you really do love him.
Deuce slowly releases your hands and looks downwards. He purses his lips and then flashes a quick smile. "O-oh. I… I understand!" He refuses to say any more than that. He doesn't want you to hear him wallow in his self-pity and hurt.
You begin to feel dizzy and stumble forward. Your arms flail trying to grab the rail but Deuce catches you, his arms clutch around your waist.
"Are you alright?" He asks worriedly. His hot breath hits your neck and you flinch in shock. This kind of intimacy reminds you of a moment with your significant other. You want to pulverize.
"Y-yeah! Sorry, Deuce. I… didn't mean to fall like that. Just kind of tired," you lie. You immediately pull away and rub your temples to soothe yourself to regain control.
"That's quite alright…" he forces a chuckle. From the beginning, Deuce knew this was a mistake. Yet, he wanted to take the chances. He shouldn't have listened to Ace when he told him he should confess. He wishes he could run and run and run. Not until he knew he could shake the emotions he was feeling away. To think that you didn't already have someone you love was so idiotic of him. You were so perfect—too perfect. There was no way he was worthy for a good life with someone like you.
Deuce gulps and looks you in the eyes. "I'll see you around, [ Name ]. Take care." There is a slight hitch in his voice that you recognize when he's in pain. Embrace him in a hug, you think and outstretch your arms, but before you could, Deuce says, "Thank you for your time." He dashes into the rain and you listen to the loud splashes of water sloshing with his thumping feet. He slowly vanishes into the rose maze, the downpour drenches his hair and clothes but he doesn't care. He is one with the wind.
"I love you too, Deuce," You mumble with your arms still lifting in the air like you were dancing with a ghost. Your eyes become cloudy like the sky and your cheeks become soaked in what was probably… raindrops?
Oh, how you wish and long to be with him…
"Headmage allowed us to leave campus," Trey whispers to you as he pulls you to the side by the front entrance. "I've wanted to show you the beach on this island."
"The beach? What's so different there? What about Riddle? Don't you need to keep an eye on him?" You ponder, your head full of too many questions.
"Cater promised me he'll keep an eye on him. If anything were to happen, I told him to call me." He mutters something incohentrely, "The last thing I need is someone ruining my day with you."
Your head perks up to his mumbling but he claims he's just talking to himself. He proceeds to walk you past the front gates of Night Raven College and down the winding roads. Your feet don't ache—you're too excited to see what Trey wants to show you. You feel nervous being alone with him. It made you feel like you were with your sweetheart again—just reborn with another person. But to be completely honest with yourself, you do have a huge crush on Trey… Though, you couldn't just be a two-timer, even if you were in a different world…
Once you reach the beach, Trey beckons you to a boulder beneath a wooden bridge. An abundance of sea shells scatter across the sand but that wasn't the best part—it was the boulder. It was cut in half but there are no jewels or gems inside. Only mirrors. They reflect the sea and the light scatters on the bridge like stars, varying different arrays of colors.
Suddenly, Trey pushes you back playfully. He wraps his arms around your waist and you redden from his sudden grasp. He was really holding you like this…! You fall and trip back into the boulder, the mirrors fold and blind you, the world whirls in dizzying circles. You squeeze your eyes shut and scream, "Trey!" You slam into a shallow pool of water, but you don't sink or hit your head.
"Haha!" he laughs, his arms still around you. His body weighs on yours lightly, and you feel squirmish. "Sorry [ Name ], but that look on your face when you fell was too good to pass up and laugh about."
You roll your eyes. "Next time give me a warning when you do something like that."
"Yeah, sure," he nonchalantly agrees and releases his arms from you. You want to pull him back. He waves his hand, "Just look behind you."
Doing as told, you turn. It was like an underground sea-garden cave. There were strange, yet beautiful and colorful seaweeds and flowers growing from the floor. They curl, wave, and twist but look delicate and fragile. The mirrors that pulled you in reflect back into the cave, too, with the water casting on the ceiling.
"I found this place when I was a freshman—way before Riddle became our housewarden. I came here often to calm down whenever I was stressed out. I wanted to show you something special," Trey continues, his hand plucks at a sea flower and adjusts it on your ear, "To the person most special to me."
"W-what?" You stutter and cover your mouth with your shirt. You feel too shy to let him see your blush. The coolness of the wet shirt felt refreshing on your hot cheeks, but Trey tugs the shirt down. He wants to see your face.
Trey presses his forehead against yours, his mouth barely hovering over yours. Your bottom lips touch as he says, "You heard me."
"I—" As much as you want to, you resist the urge to pull him in for a kiss. You feel saddened that this can't go any further. "Trey… Someone in my world loves me. I-I do wish I could be with you instead…"
Trey still holds you and smiles solemnly. "At least... I know my feelings aren't unrequited." He distances himself from you. "Let's get going now then, shall we?"
"Yes, let's," you mumble.
You feel guilty for allowing yourself to fall in love with this man…
You're playing goldfish with Cater on the floor in his room until you see him suddenly shove his phone into his pocket. He was actually… going to set his addiction to the side for a bit. For what reason? Is he possessed? Is he being brain-washed? Mind controlled?
"Uh Cater, you alright?" You ask hesitantly. He gives you a deadpan stare and you can't help but quaver. Did you make him mad for winning too much? You put down your cards. "C-Cater?"
"Hm?" Cater snaps back to reality. His cheeks flush red as he drops his cards. Somehow, that look on his face is quite adorable. You just want to go up to him and squeeze them! If only you weren't dating someone already, you would have had your hands all over his cute face. Though, you need to gravitate to the situation at hand.
"Are you okay?" You repeat yourself. You don't know what's going on. Is he malfunctioning? "T-tell me, what's the matter? You're making me nervous. Do you not want to play anymore?"
"I'm OK!" he grins and winks. "I'm not mad either. I just want to try this new trend called 'Living in the moment' with you."
"I.. see," You throw a thumbs up and smile clumsily. You always loved doing these trends with Cater, even if some of them were embarrassing. "Well, tell me how it works."
Cater takes in a deep breath and he stands up to take you by the hand. He kicks some of the cards aside to pull you up and leads you to his bed. What the hell is going on? You wonder. But then he just sits down next to you. Oh.
"[ Name ]," Cater slouches as he puts his hand on his chin and rests his elbow on his leg. "I want this one little moment to just be between you and me. I don't want to share it with anyone else. Not even with my followers on Magicam."
Hit by sudden confusion you ask, "What… Do you mean? Aren't they important to you?"
"I mean," he pulls himself up and scoots closer to you. He holds your hand again. It's firm but tender. Your heart beats loudly in your ears, waiting for his words to escape his mouth. You want to look away but his still red face keeps you affixed on him. "They're important to me, but you're even more… It's just you and me in this room—alone—with nobody else. No followers, no friends, no family. There are no masks, no fakery, nobody to see me embarrass myself or make fun of me. Not even you. I can be the real me with you. I really appreciate you more than… more than my dumb little phone that helps me escape reality."
You can't help but look away now. Your cheeks burn so much you want to hide under his covers. You can't say anything and only stutters leave you. "W-w-wha… I-I…" Cater was always so sweet to you but this was beyond your comprehension.
"So please, [ Name ]," Cater continues and he delicately grabs your chin, making you look at him. His eyes are watery. He is in so much pain. "If I could really be my true self around you, would you accept me for who I am? Could you accept that I love you more than anything?"
Utterly speechless, your heart explodes. You've never had this feeling with anybody else—ever—not even with your lover. You're happy he feels the same way you do but… you're saddened by his emotions and you can't be with him.
"Cater," You mumble, "I would give anything to be with you. I just can't… because back in my world, there's a certain someone I'm special to."
"A-ah," Cater dismisses his touches. "I guess I got carried away!"
You push his hair behind his ears. "No, you… you didn't."
His tears start flowing down his cheeks and a sad smile appears on his face. "I know that you love me back…"
You don't know what to do…
[Okay, honestly… I had a difficult time writing Cater but writing this made me like him more. I hope you like this, Cater fans ^^"]
"[ Name ], please come sit over here." Riddle pats the empty seat next to him on the balcony.
"Yes, Riddle." You comply and sink into the cushioned chair. It's midday teatime and Riddle wanted some time alone with you for a study session. He knew you were struggling with a certain subject recently, so he ought to assist you. You sling your backpack onto your lap and grab the grimoire Professor Trein gave you. It's full of tabs and bookmarks but none of it is really that helpful.
"That is excessive," Riddle comments as he takes a glance at the colorful sticky notes. "No wonder you're having difficulties studying."
You blush. You knew what he said had no ill-intent but it was embarrassing to have him judge you like this. "You know this is the only class I'm stressing out on."
"Correct." He pulls the book from your hand and places it on the garden table in front of the two of you. "First things first, let's talk about your stress, shall we? I know this is the only subject you're failing in, but I have also seen a small drop to your grades altogether."
You gulp. You did not anticipate this. For the past couple weeks all you've been thinking about was, well—to keep it simple—Riddle. You fell hard in love with him, yet, it wasn't in your best interest (or even his) to get together. At home, you wonder if your lover would or could ever want you back after disappearing. Sleepless nights you would try to think over every outcome or solution to this problem. None of them were what you felt was right. "I don't know if I should be talking about it." You clutch your backpack tightly. "It's not what you would call 'appropriate'."
Riddle tilts his head in confusion. "It may be as you call it: "inappropriate". But surely it is important enough to know if it's causing your grades to stoop at a low."
You knew he was going to keep lecturing you if you didn't tell him. It was going to take courage. A lot of it. Would it really be okay for a student to confess their feelings to their housewarden? Has it ever happened before? Were there any rules from the Queen about confessing your feelings during teatime? Could you really tell him? "I… I-I…I…" Your cheeks flush and your legs shake. The quaver in your voice makes you tremble like a ripple in the ocean.
He looks intently at you. "You?"
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Just say it! Slowly. "...Love… You." You cover your eyes with your hands. There was a squeezing, thorning feeling at your heart. You can't bear the feelings down anymore. They needed to come out."I love you, Riddle!" You blurt, "I think every night about how I can't be with you because back home, there's someone who loves me! I'm from no royal lineage from some beautiful country, I'm no incredible housewarden like you—I'm some low goof who hangs around with the troublemaker freshmen!"
Silence.
Riddle's crown tumbles to the floor. His eyes are wide, mouth agape, and his face is red—it's almost similar to his fuming face when he's angry but much more red. "You—[ Name ]—love me?"
You simply nod your head but there's something choking your throat trying to kill you. There's a vine of poisoning emotions grappling your restraint as tears trickle down your cheeks. "You and I are incompatible. We come from different places and when I return from where I once came, there will be no more you or I… Just like the loveless relationship I am in, but who knows when I'll go back? Who knows if they are still fond of me?"
Riddle shyly but affirmatively places his hand on yours. "T-this is a lot to take in for me as much as it is for you, [ Name ]..." His hold is tight. "Although, I want to say I… I love you too. I am sure that it is sufficient to say that you are special to me and we are very much compatible—it matters to me not that you are not of royal descent or someone in high authority. You're intelligent, wonderful, and full of talent. I, too, often think about the future about you… Even if you might need to go back. You may dwell on your feelings for as long as you want. It is up to you whether or not you want to continue the relationship to the next level, or leave it as it is. I hope my answer has a bearing on a reduction of your stress and your well-being."
Though he returns your feelings, was there an actual future to even look forward to…?
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Day 5: Held at Gunpoint/Hostage
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Character: Kaveh
Implied ship: Alhaitham/Kaveh
Warnings: Finger whump
The first thing Kaveh became aware of was a pounding in his head. Which was weird, because he didn’t even recall drinking that much at the tavern. He couldn’t have, because he had a meeting with a client immediately the next morning.
…Which was even weirder, Kaveh thought, as he peeled open an eyelid. He definitely wasn’t sitting in the cafe he and the client had agreed on. And he wasn’t home, either. A breeze hit the back of his neck, tickling something cold and sticky plastered to his skin.
Almost on cue, memories rushed back towards him.
He didn’t make it home. He hadn’t even made it past the alleyway by the tavern. He remembered seeing shadows moving in the corner of his eye, a man stepping out in front of him, an explosion of pain slamming into the back of his head, and then...nothing.
Panic started to sink in.
The room was poorly lit and uncomfortably damp, with the only furniture being the chair he was currently seated in. And he wasn’t just seated, either. His fruitless squirms immediately let him know that his hands were bound behind his back.
The flimsy wooden door on the other side of the room creaked open, letting fingers of harsh light rake across Kaveh’s already sore eyes. A man stood before him, dressed in the cream and scarlet garb of an Eremite mercenary.
“So you’re awake.” Something about the man’s voice made Kaveh think that he wasn’t supposed to be awake.
“L-Look, uh, sir, I don’t know what you want from me, if it’s Mora, I don’t have much but-”
A heavy slap cut off Kaveh’s words. He heard the sound before he felt the pain, radiating out from his cheek to the rest of his face.
“Don’t make me gag you,” the man said coldly. “I don’t want shit from you, pretty boy.”
“Then…why?” Kaveh cautiously croaked out another two words, weary of another slap.
“The Acting Grand Sage,” he said flippantly, “I’ve been watching you for a few weeks. You and him go back to the same house every night. You’re his lover, aren’t you?”
“Lover?!” Kaveh’s tongue reacted faster than his brain did. He spat the words out like it was a joke, because, Archons above- really?
It’s not like he would object to such a relationship with Alhaitham, of course. He had spent many a night alone in his bedroom mulling over the thought of it in the company of his hands. But Alhaitham was…an enigma. Alhaitham kept everyone- Kaveh included- at arm’s length, a professional distance that felt as untraversable as the ocean itself. He was cold, methodological, seemingly adverse to the mere idea of emotion.
“I’ve already sent a message to him. He either coughs up fifty thousand Mora, or I send your pretty little head to his doorstep.”
“Oh, I see how it is. Well, it looks like the both of us are going to be shit out of luck. By now, Alhaitham is probably popping open a bottle of his finest champagne over my disappearance. You picked the wrong guy. I don’t mean anything to him.”
“Is that so?” The man said, reaching for his belt. The cold edge of a blade met the tip of Kaveh’s chin, lifting his head to force him to look his captor in the eyes. “If that’s the case, it looks like I’ll have to give him a little incentive.”
Kaveh swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the sword held at his throat. The cold cellar he was sitting in felt like a sauna, with the rising panic encroaching beneath his collar and up his face.
Kaveh was a mild mannered man. He wasn’t a fan of conflict, he would much rather settle a disagreement with words rather than fists. And, for the most part, that approach had gotten him rather far in life.
As the man raised the sword above his head, all Kaveh could think about was the pastry he had left on the counter the previous morning. He intended to eat it for breakfast the next day, but now he was going to die. And Alhaitham was probably going to eat it.
Instead of a blade thwacking through the base of his neck like a felled tree, the rounded end of the hilt hit the back of Kaveh’s head. He saw stars as the chair he sat in fell on its side, a merciless concrete floor rushing to meet his cheek. Kaveh spluttered out profanity, drowned out by the blood rushing into his mouth. He hadn’t even realized he had bit his tongue.
The man’s sword prodded at his bound wrists, slicing the ropes and freeing his hands. A heavy boot pressed into the top of Kaveh’s left hand, pinning it to the ground.
“We’ll do this one at a time, then,” he muttered, crouching over Kaveh’s prone body. The tip of the sword caressed the knuckle of his forefinger, making Kaveh’s blood run cold. “You have such pretty, delicate fingers. They’ll make great gifts for the Acting Grand Sage.”
“N-No…No!” Kaveh shouted, twisting his head back to try to plead with his captor, “Please, please don’t do this- you can’t-”
If Kaveh hadn’t been watching, he wouldn’t have believed it. One moment, there were five fingers, twitching furiously under the sole of a boot like a trapped animal, and the next moment, there were four. The fifth was now merely a cylinder of meat, blood spurting weakly from the stump on his hand.
The immediate loss of sensation in his index finger was deafening. Kaveh wasn’t sure when he started screaming, only that his throat was already turning raw. Any composure Kaveh had managed to hold onto was lost, hot tears trailing down his face.
Through blurry vision, Kaveh watched the sword move back into position, hovering over the next finger.
“Nononono-NO PLEASE NO-no-” Kaveh wailed, tucking his head into his chest and clenching his eyes shut. He couldn’t watch. Not again.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
That voice…oh archons.
The pressure on Kaveh’s hand was released as his captor turned to face the door. Even Kaveh raised his head, knowing exactly who he would see entering the room.
In all the way time he had spent with Alhaitham, Kaveh couldn’t actually recall ever seeing him angry. Frustrated or annoyed, yes, but never angry. Anger was something that was below him, for the simpletons that relied on their primitive emotions.
Today, Alhaitham was angry. His twin swords were clenched in either hand, primed to strike. His normally disaffected, passive features were warped into a fierce grimace and wide eyes.
“I see you received my letter-” the man started, taking a step towards Alhaitham, Kaveh’s blood still wet on his blade.
“FUCK YOU,” Alhaitham howled, lunging forward. He moved faster than Kaveh’s eyes could keep track of, appearing at the man’s flank and plunging his swords into his chest. The man’s breath rattled out of his throat with a wet croak as Alhaitham withdrew the blade, releasing an arc of blood. Just as quickly as it happened, the room was quiet, and the Eremite man lay just a few feet away from Kaveh, eyes still open.
“Kaveh!” Alhaitham said, dropping to his knees by Kaveh, “Are you alright? Can you hear me?”
Was all of that…for me? Kaveh thought, the beginnings of a concussion mixed with the shock that was settling in scrambling his thoughts. A strong arm came behind his back, lifting him into a sitting position. It was no good- Kaveh slumped forward, directly onto Alhaitham’s chest. His earthy cologne overcame the smell of blood and sweat, cushioning Kaveh in an embrace he had only dreamed about.
“Your hand, fuck, fuck-” Alhaitham was fumbling with a strip of cloth from his cape, using it to stem the blood gushing out of Kaveh’s hand.
“You actually came for me…” Kaveh mumbled, semi delirious as he snaked a hand-the one with five fingers- onto Alhaitham’s firm bicep.
Something flickered in Alhaitham’s eyes, something distinctly human and warm that Kaveh had once given up on ever seeing.
“Of course I did. I always will.”
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He should’ve known something was amiss from the mischievous cackle breaking through the steady hum of white noise on his phone.
“What are you up to, Y/N,” he sighs into the mic, the steering wheel squeaking in heavy hands while he slips under a red light.
“Nada!” Your chipper voice pervades his car, the shrillness of it causing him to cringe.
He doesn’t believe you in the slightest; you only ever giggle like that when you are up to no good. However, he never-minds it with rolled shoulders and nonchalance taking possession of his countenance. Surely, you wouldn’t try anything tonight. He grins, all toothy, excited to be picking you up for dinner. It’s the first time in what feels like ages you two have been able to hang out.
“Whatever. I’ll be there in ten.”
“See you then!” you chirp, the phone clicking soundly with your departure.
A fraction of him knows he should be concerned. But he brushes it off like the lint clinging to his shoulder, practically flooring the accelerator once the light shines a welcoming emerald.
He arrives at your tiny home in no time, whipping under your carport with the giddiness of an adolescent on his first date. There’s a skip to his step, a bouquet of scarlet roses clutched to his expansive chest. He meanders to your door, the scent of sandalwood and apple cider sinking from beyond the portal. He sharply raps on the door, a hand in his pocket, wearing a grin that could cut diamonds.
You throw the door open, smooth jazz spilling from the entryway. You stand akimbo on the threshold. There’s a smile on your red-painted lips. A twinkle in your eye, kohl smudged on your lids, and a floral scent rolling off your skin. He whistles his appreciation, examining the crimson, chiffon dress clinging to your silhouette and flaring out just shy of your knees.
“Damn, girl! You clean up good!” he whoops after picking his mouth up off the floor. Suddenly remembering that he has them, he thrusts the arrangement of flowers into your vision, smirking at the surprise melding onto your features. He leans against your doorframe in an easy slouch. Says, “For you, doll.”
Rapidly blinking and stunned, you cautiously pluck them from his hand. Mutter a “thank you, but you didn’t have to,” bringing the roses to your nose for a whiff. He whistles yet again, to which you chuckle. You waggle off his compliments, turning away with heat permeating your cheeks.
“Stop it. Let me go put these in some water. Gotta grab my coat and purse, and then I’ll be ready.”
“Take your time, baby girl.”
He observes like a wolf in wait whilst you sashay away, your dress hugging and hitching in all the right places. After a few moments skitter by, he decides he’ll join you. Lifts one of his Chelsea boots to step into your cozy abode, but he is taken aback by this invisible force slamming into his nose.
He blinks, lids wide with astonishment. Figures that is strange as hell, but he shrugs it off with hands in his pockets. He tries again to walk in, but that immovable force greets him anew.
“What the…hell?” he queries disbelievingly, feeling around your doorframe like a mime performing in the street.
He warily pokes at the barrier keeping him out, surprised to feel a force hard as stone barring his entry. He flattens his palms against it. It’s like peering into a spotless, glass window. There is nothing he can see, but he can’t, for the life of him, proceed past it.
With a weighted sigh, he drops a hand to his side, the other ruffling his slicked-back locks.
You suddenly reappear, stepping out with keys in hand, coat in your arm, unfazed by whatever barrier kept him out. You slow to a crawl after spotting his befuddled face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh…” he utters, motioning to your door as if he’s gone mad.
You pin him with a confused look of your own, brows furrowed, mouth curved down into a frown. After a little while of him gesturing wildly, realization descends onto your features. Your mouth forms a silent ‘O’, and you direct him to follow your line of sight southward. A chunky, pristine white line of powder is at the base of your doorframe.
“Sorry,” you chuckle with a cheeky grin and shrugged shoulders. “Forgot to mention the salt line.”
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Hello(^O^)／
and welcome to my blog. Thank you for reading!
Theses are my ocs. Holly, Cachet, Ari, Blake and Scarlet.
Warnings: None?
Word count: 1k+
Outside snow gathered on the edges of city windows. Now being the only score of light as the sun had set hours earlier. Everyone was inside not daring to go out and face the cold. One small apartment was buzzing with warmth.
Holly, a girl with dark skin, long black hair, an oversized white fuzzy sweater, and leggings crashed onto her friend's sofa. The springs groaned to life as she shifted into a comfortable position next to the other girl. She leaned her head on the shorter girl, Cachet.
Cachet was small of frame, barely taking up half of the sofa cushion she occupied. Dirty blonde hair pinned up in curls. She wore a black dress over a long-sleeved collared shirt. She was always the best dress at any event. Even when having pizza at a friend's place there were no exception.
“I’m thinking about ordering some pizza, what kind would you want?” Holly asked, looking down at the opinions open on her phone. “I think I’ll get a cheese pizza with tomatoes on top,”
“Get me a salad, after smelling whatever they’re cooking up in there, I don’t think I stomach anything more than that,”
Holly giggled. “Do you think Ari would want the vegan pizza?”
“Definitely but I don’t understand why we didn’t order pizza in the first place, I mean,” She paused. “After what happened last time the stove should have gotten a restraining order agists Ari,”
“Well, you know that she’s trying to learn to be more independent since her mom died yet she still can’t toast bread unsupervised,”
“Yes, but why does she have to subject us, her so-called closest friends, to her cooking?”
Holly sighed. “Because that's what good friends do,”
Cachet glanced at her. “That fact I’m friends with any of you is madness,”
“Aw, we love you too,” Holly said, putting her arms around the smaller girl. Cachet sighed and lightly patted her back weakly. Holly suddenly sat up, a fire in her eyes.
“Now back to the plan, what do you think the others would want?” Holding out her hand she counted on her fingers. “Me,” One finger went down. "You, Ari, Blake, and Scarlet,”
“Where is Blake, and Scarlet anyway?” Cachet asked looking around the tiny apartment living room. “They were originally here with us but I haven't seen them in a while,”
“That’s because they’re in the kitchen making sure Ari doesn’t have a repeat of the accident,” Holly said.
Like being summoned by the sound of her name, Ari appeared in the entrance of the kitchen and the living room. She looked as if she was in the midst of a war. Short black hair pulled into a baby ponytail. Splattered ingredients covered her once white apron, and her black t-shirt sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. A wooden spoon she held in her fist like a sword, she gestured it at them threateningly. “I don’t know what you’re you’re planning but stop it,”
“So… if I was hypothetically ordering pizzas would you want the vegan one?” Holly asked tentatively. Ari threw her hands in the air and returned to the kitchen. There was silence before the two of them busted out into laughter.
“That's the closest thing you'll get to a yes,” Cachet said. “You should go ask what kind Scalet wants as I have no idea,”
“Okay, let’s go then,” Holly jumped up and began walking towards the kitchen. “Are you coming?” She paused turning back to look at the blonde.
“I’ll pass, my chance of not getting second-hand food posing is better if I stay way over here,”
Walking into the kitchen she was greeted by the sight of yellow tiles on the walls with a detail of little flowers running across the tiles above the countertops. Long capes that streaked all the way to the ceiling. There was a plentiful amount of potted plants spread along each available serf.
“Welcome to the madness, Holly’” The red-headed, Scarlet, said, spotting her enter. They were of built figure and had shoulders for days. Despite this almost intimidating figure, they were the most laid back. This showed in the weathered denim jeans and white top they chose to wear.
“Ari listens to you, right? Can you tell them that you’re not supposed to stir the tomato sauce that often, she’s not listening to me when I do,” Scarlet said, reaching over to take away the wooden spoon. But Ari swiftly smacked Scarlet’s hand away.
“How about you all let me do what I need to do,”
“Well I think you can understand why we’re hastened about you cooking… given your history with nearly burning the food and the entire apartment building down last time,” Scarlet’s girl Blake added.
Blake was sitting at the dining table on the other side of the kitchen. She wore her long brown hair in pigtails with little pink bows to match her outfit. Pink overalls and a white T-shirt.
“It’ll be different this time,” Ari instead. Holly, Blake, and Scarlet looked at her deadpan.
“You’ve already broken two spoons,”
“Should we have a backup plan just in case dinner goes south…” Holly added.
“No, it’s fine, stop,”
“I was thinking maybe pizza,” she said, waving her phone at the others. “If does go south,”
Ari shot them a glare, “IF,” Scarlets defensively putting their hands up. “If it goes south, get me a mushroom pizza,” and he winked at Holly.
Ari whacked the spoon at Scalet.
As the two had their spat, Blake leaned over to Holly and whispered not so quietly. “Get me a plain cheese, please,”
“See I’m not the only one who doesn’t want your cooking,” Scarlet cried pointing at Blake. Who had tried to be secretive but the whole kitchen had heard regardless. “Hey, you’re not supposed to snitch on your girlfriend,” Blake shot back.
Holly put in the order by the time Ari was turning off the stove and pouring the pasta water out. The whole group was sitting at the table, eyeing it wearely.
“And why are parts of the pasta brown?” Cachet said, now in the kitchen with everything else.
“It might be a little burned on the bottom but it’s still edible,”
“Are you even going to wash it?” Asked Scarlet.
“What,”
“Ari, you know you’re supposed to wash it after afterward,”
“That wasn’t written in the instructions,”
“Well everyone knows that's why it’s not written,” Scarlet said.
“I got this,” The black hair girl, re-pouring the pasta in the pot, grabbing the tomato sauce with the other hand. She slowly wobbled her way towards the dining table.
“Let me help you bring it over,” Blake said, getting up. “It looks a little heavy,”
“No, I’m fine-“
Then a splash of tomato fell onto the floor in front. The next thing everyone knew was that Ari was gripping onto the tomato sauce pan with both hands and the pot had hit the floor with a crash.
No one spoke. The spaghetti was scattered all over the floor. No hope of saving it, that anyone would want to. Ari looked down at it, defeated.
“My pasta…”
Scarlet and Holly got up to clean the mess off the floor. Blake walked over patting Ari on the back. “You tried your best. You’ll get it right next time,”
“It’s alright Blake… in all honesty, I don’t think any of us could have eaten it anyway. I burnt it beyond recovery,”
Cachet was now suddenly much happier as she got up and wrapped her arms around Ari in a hug. “Oh dear, you were made for being a big grumpy baby, not a master chef. Leave the cooking for us next time,”
They all laughed and got to work cleaning the mess. Chatting happily, the memory of the floor pasta long forgotten.
“Oh Holly,” Blake said looking up from scrubbing the counter. “Whatever happened to the pizza?”
Then there was the ring of the front door.
“Looks like it’s here now,”
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Ghost Of You
Part 2 of Are We Worth Fighting?
“Ron…. It’s Jade… Her… Her plane got shot down. Search and rescue can’t find her.” Tom’s words keep replaying in Ron’s mind as they make their way to the base.
They rush to the Admiral’s office and burst in. “What happened with Jade?! Why haven’t you sent a team to get her back!?”
“Lieutenant! I know your emotions are high now but we have done all that we can on our end. We are waiting to hear from the carrier.”
“Send me! I’ll find her!” Ron yells at the Admiral.
“Lieutenant, stand down!”
Ice places a calming hand on Slider’s back. “They’ll find her.”
Slider just exits the Admiral’s office and heads to the planes. “Ice! You either come and help me find her or stay and do nothing but…”
Ron refuses to listen to reason but he knows he can’t do anything at the moment. Instead of punching the Admiral like he wants to, he turns and takes Tom’s car to the O Club.
He orders a shot of whiskey when he gets to the bar. Then another and another. Soon, he finished a whole bottle of whiskey in shots.
“Why’d Whiskey go?”
“Because you drank it all?” The bartender responds, not aware of the callsign for Jade.
“You don’t know my Whiskey…” Ron slurs. “She’s best pilot ever!”
Goose and Scarlet had been at the O Club for lunch and they kept him company and drove him home.
The weeks continue to pass and Slider is even more of an emotional wreck. He only manages to shower and eat daily because someone always comes by to keep him company.
Eventually he starts accepting that his life will never be the same without Jade. He checks the fridge and sees there’s little food for him to have a proper meal.
Ron starts getting ready when there’s a knock at the door. When he opens the door, the sight of the two officers standing before Ice and Dragon greet Ron when is about to leave to get food.
“Lieutenant Kerner. We…”
Ice gently interrupts them before they can continue. “We’ll do it… Slide… They found her plane. They found her… She didn’t make it.”
Slider stays numb as Rachael, who is fighting back her own tears, approaches him to hug him. “On the behalf of the Secretary of Defense, I extend to you and your family my deepest sympathy in your great loss.” She stretches out her hand and gives him the envelope. Her hand quickly goes to cover her mouth as a sob escapes.
The four of them had all taken one day and gotten together to prepare their goodbye letters. If any were to perish on a mission, the others would hold onto the letter until it was time.
*****
My love Ron:
My giraffe of a fiancé. There’s so many things I want to put in paper but I don’t know where to begin.
If this letter ever reaches you, I’m sorry. It’s the one I wish you could never get. I’d rather have written this to never see the light of day.
But if you are reading this, know that I spent my last moments thinking of you. Thinking of our future. Our wedding. Our home. A family. I have loved you since our first hello. And I’ll love you until we meet again.
Ron… I meant it when I said yes to marrying you… But I’m so sorry I can’t be there. I don’t want you to hate me. I’d understand if you’re mad at me. I did leave and now we’ll never get that first kiss or dance as husband and wife.
Don’t isolate yourself. We have so many friends that love you and will be there for you. Please don’t push them away. I know we left with things in a bad place. I forgive you for the words that you said. I don’t want you to be mad at yourself for that.
I left you a folder with all my information and wishes and medical records in your home office. I also have a copy to Ice and Dragon just in case.
I’m so sorry to leave you this way my love. I never wanted it to be like this. Always remember I love you and in any lifetime I’ll marry you.
Yours for eternity,
Jade “Whiskey” Kerner
*****
While he read the letter, Dragon had gone to call Goose and Scarlet to let them know to come over to the apartment as soon as they could.
After he’s done reading the letter, Ron sets it down on the coffee table and takes his keys to make his way to the bar. Instead of letting him be alone, Tom soon arrives with Leonard and Rick. “Hey, scotch and two beers please,” Ice tells the bartender.
The guys sit with Ron but say nothing. They just let him know they are there for him.
Soon the bar starts filling up with more officers. One of them enjoys antagonizing Slider. “Hey Kerner! Heard your bitch ran away from you. Guess she left and found a better man overseas,” he says laughing.
The punch to his jaw shut him up immediately. Everyone looked at Ron, but he was still sitting at the bar. Hollywood and Wolfman come to stand between Slider and the naval officer.
“Guess you’ll just have to run your legs and not your mouth,” Mav tells him. “I suggest you leave before I punch you again.”
Ron drinks until he feels his emotions start to shut down. He turns to Tom. “Drive me home.”
Tom nods and helps his best friend to the car and then up the steps to his apartment.
“Whiskey picked that entrance mat… The color was my idea…” He mumbles.
Once he’s inside, he heads to the kitchen and pours himself another shot of whiskey. He lifts it in a toast to Jade. “So I drown it out like I always do: Dancing through our house with the ghost of you… And I chase it down with a shot of truth. That my feet don't dance like they did with you… This wasn’t how it was supposed to go… Our story didn’t have an end, Jade… We were meant to outlive everyone together,” he speaks out to the empty apartment. The sounds of her laughter and singing echo in his mind as he breaks down.
He lays on the bed and breathes in her pillow, which was losing the scent of her perfume. He lets himself mourn in loneliness that he’ll never again see or hear Jade tell him he’s being dramatic or rushing him to leave the apartment.
The light filtering through the window hits his eyes. Slider suddenly jolts awake. A soft snore next to him is what grounds him. He turns and stares at Jade sleeping peacefully at his side. She wasn’t lost. She wasn’t missing. She was home and, more importantly, she was alive.
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FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: JANICE
Asked by @princesssarisa
@softlytowardthesun @themousefromfantasyland @moonbeamelf @fragglesesamemuppetz2 @angelixgutz @the-blue-fairie @thealmightyemprex @amalthea9
Favorite Thing About Them: She is a genuinelly sensitive, sweet, kind and empathetic person who has the ability to easily make friends and a competent performer in the fields of music and acting who greatly values team work rather than competing for attention with her colleagues.
Least Favorite Thing About Them: How the writers of the 2015 ABC sitcom the muppets. portrayed Janice as so over the top ditzy that she acted passive and with no opinions or desires of her own while the male characters Sam the Eagle, Floyd Pepper and Dr Teeth treated her as an object of dispute wich they were entitled to have as a romantic partner.
Three Things I Have In Common With Them:
* I have a tambourine;
* I love colorfull clothes made of light fabric;
* I love rock and roll music;
Three Things I Don’t Have In Common With Them:
* I’m not a member of a band;
* I’m not as chill as she is;
* I don’t have long blonde hair;
Favorite Line:
From the movie The Great Muppet Caper:
“…and I said, ‘Look mother, it’s my life o-kay? And if I want to live on a beach and walk around naked, I–”
From the movie The Muppets Take Manhattan:
"So I told him 'Look, buddy, I don't take my clothes off for anybody, even if it is artistic’”
From the comic Muppet King Arthur, where she played the humourous and witty Lady of the Lake:
“Call me Janice. That was my name before I, like, became one with nature”.
“Rock never hurt anyone. Well, except for scissors. Poor scissors”.
From the comic Muppet Robin Hood, where she plays the healer Willa Scarlet (a genderbent Will Scarlet):
“Oh yeah, like, going back to nature is sooo real, man, fer sure. You’ll like dig it, totally! These trees can teach us lessons, man”.
From the comic Muppet Peter Pan, where she played the role of Wendy Darling:
“Like, I’m detecting some rilly unresolved anger issues, fer sure”...
“A nice fruit salad is very cleansing for the system”.
“It never hurts to try to be, like, totally diplomatic and make friends!”
“I’m ready to grow up, now. Yeah, I even know what I want to do when I grow up! I wanna Rock and Roll!”
“Hey, dad, at least it’s, like, totally american... fer sure!”
From the comic Muppet Snow White, where she played the dwarf Happy:
“You’re like my favorite fairytale character. Next to Wendy from Muppet Peter Pan”.
brOTP: Rowlf the Dog, Kermit the Frog, Fozzie Bear, Gonzo, Animal, Bean Bunny, Scooter, Skeeter, Miss Piggy, Annie Sue Pig, Spamela Hamderson, Zondra, Darci, Charlie (Solid Foam's Drummer), Dolores (Trumpet Girl), Wanda.
OTP: Skeeter, Zoot, Floyd Pepper.
nOTP: Dr Teeth, Lips, Sam the Eagle.
Random Headcanon: She was born in San Francisco, and in one side of her family she has lebanese heritage, wich is aparent in her lips, eyes and olive skin tone, while on the other side she has german-irish heritage, wich is aparent in her blonde hair.
Unpopular Opinion: Her toddler design with open eyes and already big lips in 1984's Muppet Babies looks pretty unsetling. The illustrations for the Muppet Kids books reached a better natural look for a young Janice, with more subtle lipstick around her lips and her characteristic closed eyes.
Song I Associate With Them:
Black Bird
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Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover
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With A Little Help from My Friends
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Earth Song
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It's In Hiss Kiss
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Rockin All Around the World
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Favorite Picture of Them:
In her early concept sketch drawing, when she was originally idealized as an androgynus male identified character inspired by Mick Jagger
As a preteen alongside Skeeter and Miss Piggy in two illustrations of the Muppet Kids picture book New Girl In Town
Alongside fellow Valley Girl Moon Zappa, actress and daughter of rock musician Frank Zappa
In her beautifull tye-die dress portraying Wendy Darling in the comic Muppet Peter Pan (alongside Scooter as John Darling, Bean Bunny as Michael Darling, Kermit the Frog as Peter Pan and Miss Piggy as Piggytink)
Portrayed in a gala dress by Muppet Peter Pan artist @amymebberson
Another art by @amymebberson portraying her and Skeeter with buttons in support of Miss Piggy
With Floyd Pepper and Elton John
Just chilling out
#fictional character ask#character ask meme#the muppets#the muppet show#The Muppet Show The Comic Book#janice#the electric mayhem#muppet kids#Youtube
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"(...) ‘there doesn’t seem to be no need for no one to be contrary when there’s flowers an’ such like, an’ such lots o’ friendly wild things runnin’ about makin’ homes for themselves, or buildin’ nests an’ singin’ an’ whistling, does there?’"
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I can’t pinpoint the moment when I first heard about The Secret Garden. I remember seeing a picture of it (don’t even remember if it was from the 1993 film or something else) somewhere in my childhood and it lived quietly in the back of my mind ever since. Then at some point during my teens I decided to watch the film adaptation to know what it was about; and since then the need to read the book has never left me. I’ve had this beautiful Special Puffin Classics edition on my shelf for too long and for some reason, it was this summer when I finally felt like I had to pick it up and put the other book I had started reading on hold.
I absolutely love how the narrative begins with such a gothic feel to it, which is quite unusual in a children’s novel. There are some eerie mysteries surrounding Misselthwaite Manor, reminiscent of Charlotte Brontë or even Ann Radcliffe. But this is not the 19th century; this is the beginning of the 20th century, and the gothic narrative devices are only used in order to shine the light on childhoods filled with darkness. Spoiled and sulky, recently orphaned Mary Lennox arrives in Yorkshire (whose accent the author makes sure to transcribe to the page) to unearth things she never knew of before — beauty, friendship and even magic. Along with moor-child Dickon and her sickly cousin Colin, she brings a secret garden back to life, while simultaneously so are their spirits revived: “Slowly — slowly — for no reason that he knew of — he was ‘coming alive’ with the garden”. The juxtaposition between the flowers and greens growing and both the psychological and physical growth of the children is heart-warming, and a clear influence of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s interest in Christian Science (which believed that illness is a mental rather than a physical disorder), as well as Spiritualism and Theosophy:
"One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts — just mere thoughts — are as powerful as electric batteries — as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live."
But I would go so far as to interpret this narrative as pantheist, being so devoted to nature in its core, with protagonists who even see it as magic: “Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people”. The novel mentions the church and even includes a doxology, but it surprisingly never defines itself as a narrative of christian morals, leaving the door of the garden open in an almost agnostic approach (“How can we know the exact names of everything?”). In this way, Burnett lets the characters, as well as the readers, attach the magic of nature to whatever they might feel is right for them: “Never thee stop believin’ in th’ Big Good Thing an’ knowin’ th’ world’s full of it — an’ call it what tha’ likes.”
#bookstagram#books and flowers#flowers and books#books#book#flowers#literature#blossoming books#frances hodgson burnett#the secret garden#english lit#english literature#yorkshire#mary lennox
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Greetings! My name Is Mika! I go by he / they / them, 24, Demiboy, and I have a LOT of F/O's I genuinely love. Please minors DNI. Please read rules and maybe about page before interacting! I don't have a carrd as I have no idea how to make one, but, regardless all my F/O's can be found here! Stars beside the names are my Primary F/O's! Ship name's are also besides the F/O'S!
ROMANTIC:
Free / Louis (Beastars)⭐ We Can Never Look Back (Louis x Free x Jeremiah) (Engaged)
Rocko Rama (Rocko's Modern Life) Awkward Bunch (Rocko x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Monty Gator (FNAF: SB) ⭐Rockin' Hearts Like The 80's (Monty x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Freddy Fazbear (FNAF) (AI ! AU) You Brought Me To Life (Freddy x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Glitchtrap (FNAF: HW) Chasing Dragons (Glitchtrap x Mika) (Engaged)
Toy Bonnie (FNAF 2) Little Perfectionists (Toy Bonnie x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Bossk (Star Wars) Scaled Chasers (Bossk x Me'kha) (Rival Lovers)
General Grevious / Obi-Wan-Kenobi (Star Wars)⭐ Stars Divine (Grevious x Me'kha x Kenobi) (Married)
Sebulba (Star Wars) (Me’kha x Sebulba) Racing to The Finish (Rival Lovers)
Jabba the Hutt ((Star Wars) Mine and Only Mine (Jabba x Me’kha) (problematic)
Ratchet (Ratchet and Clank) We'll Chase The Stars (Ratchet x Jeremiah) (Boyfriend)
Wolf 'O Donnel / Fox Mccloud (Star Fox)⭐ Captivating The Enemy (Wolf x Fox x Jeremiah) (Married)
Reptile / Baraka (Mortal Kombat)⭐ Striking From the Shadows (Baraka x Mika x Reptile) (Married)
Shao Kahn (Mortal Kombat) (Problematic) Promised Eternal Life (Shao Kahn x Mika) (Engaged)
Anubis Kruger (Power Rangers SPD) We’ll Light The Fires Of Hope (Married)
Donatello / Leonardo (TMNT) (T!Cest warning) ⭐ Three Lovers In a Half Shell (Leonardo x Mika x Donatello) (Boyfriends)
Set (Smite) Covered The Sands (Set x Mika) (Married)
Ganesha (Smite) Luck Didn't Count This One (Ganesha x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Rocket Raccoon (Marvel)⭐ Two Tragic Subjects (Rocket x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Venom (Marvel)⭐ Webbed Desire (Venom x Mika) (Engaged)
Red Hood (DCU) To Live Our Lives Fully (Jason x Mika) (Rival Lovers)
Kurapika (HxH) Bleeding Scarlet (Kurapika x Mika) (Engaged)
Cooler (DBZ) (Problematic) Conquer Me (Cooler x Mika) (Secretly Lovers)
Perma!Fuse Vegito / SSJ4 Gogeta (DBZ)⭐ Cocky Lover...s? (Vegito x Mika) (Married)
Cell (First Form) (DBZ) (Problematic) Hating Your Perfection Idea (Cell x Mika) (Toxic Lovers)
Dyspo (DBS) (Crush) Speed Dancing (Dyspo x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Goku Black (DBS)⭐ Pink Divinity (Goku Black x Mika) (Engaged)
Broly (DBZ) Comfort the Rage (Broly x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Champa / Beerus (DBS) Two Halves of a Whole (Beerus x Mika x Champa) (Rival Lovers)
Denki Kamanari / Tokoyami Fumikage (MHA)⭐ Electrified Shadows (Denki x Mika x Tokoyami) (Boyfriends and Teammates)
Tony Tony Chopper (One Piece) Apart Of The Ship and Crew (Chopper x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Tails (Sonic) We Don’t Got Much to Lose (Tails x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Asriel Dremurr (Undertale, GoHD AU) Tragic Love (Asriel x Mika) (Secretly Lovers)⭐️
Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) Dancing Hearts (Angel Dust x Mika) (Secretly Lovers and Co-Workers)
Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) (Problematic) Belonging To You (Valentino x Mika) (Boss and Possessive Lover)
Collin (Helluva Boss) (Angelic Desires) (Collin x Mika) ⭐️
Modo (Biker Mice From Mars) Trust This Process (Modo x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Tadano (Aggretsuko) Going The Long away (Tadano x Jeremiah) (Boyfriend)
Scar (Zootopia!AU) (The Lion King) King Of My Heart (Scar x Mika) (Engaged)
Simba (The Lion King) Before The End (Simba x Mika) (Dating / Boyfriend)
Stitch (Lilo and Stitch) Oddly Romance (Stitch x Mika) (Boyfriend / Teammates)
Rono (Anthro!AU, Bambi) (Adult version OFC)⭐Once Envious Love (Ronno x Mika) (Secret Boyfriends)
Death (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish) Parlay With Death (Death x Mika) (Married)
SkekSo (The Dark Crystal) (Problematic) My Ocean Encrusted Jewel (Skekso x Mika) (Secretly Married)
King Sombra (MLP; FiM) (Problematic)⭐ Sweet Little Pet (King Sombra x Hydro Dancer) (Pet / Master)
Butterscotch (MLP; FiM) (Shy Hearts) (Butterscotch x Hydro Dancer) (Dating)
Big Macintosh (MLP; FiM) Apples to Apples (Big Mac x Hydro Dancer) (Crush)
Zak (Dragontales) Strange Little Crushes (Zak x Mika) (Crush)
Deathslinger (Dead by Daylight) Whisky n' Bourbon (Caleb x Mika) (Testing the Waters)
The Oni (Dead by Daylight) Enraged and Sweet (Kazuma x Mika) (Boyfriend)
Albert Wesker (Resident Evil) ⭐ Captain My Ex-Captain (Wesker x Mika) (Crush)
Sleeps-With-Scales (Argonian) / Jupuyil (Argonian) (Elder Scrolls) (OC’s) Slumbering With The Hist (Sleeps x Meeka x Jupuyil) (Happily Married)
Razum-dar (ESO) Covert Secrecy (Razum-Dar x Meeka) (Secret Lovers)
Rh’eyata (Yautja) / Ssyide (Sangeheili) (Halo) (OC’s) Warrior Allegiance (Rh'eyata x Mika x Ssyide) (Happily Married)
(EXPERIMENTAL)
Sarabi (The Lion King) Romantic
Octavia (Helluva Boss) (Incest / Romantic)
Juno (Beastars) (Romantic)
Opal (Steven Universe) (Romantic)
Tigress (Kung-Fu Panda) (Teacher x Student)
Princess Luna (MLP; FiM) (Romantic)
Orisa (Overwatch) (Romantic)
Boa Hancock (One Piece) (Partners)
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Familial:
Whitebeard (One Piece) Healing in The Sea (Mola x Whitebeard (Adopted Family)
Bandit / Chili Heeler (Bluey)⭐(cradle ship) Not So Normal Anymore (Bandit x Jeremy x Chili) (Adoptive Family)
Stolas / Octavia (Helluva Boss)⭐Magical Process (Stolas x Mika x Octavia) (Adoptive Family) (Cradle Ship)
Shaak-Ti / Kit Fisto (Star Wars) Jedi Upbringing (Shaak-Ti x Me'kha x Kit Fisto (Biological Family)
Daybreaker / Nightmare Moon (MLP; FiM) (Problematic) Day Breaks the Night (Daybreaker x Hydro Dancer x Nightmare Moon)
Gosha / Leogshi (Beastars)⭐ Dramatic Turn Of Events (Adoptive Family)
Judy Hopps / Nick Wilde (Zootopia)(Cradle Ship) Breaking The Laws (Judy x Jeremy x Nick) (Adoptive Family)
Scrafty (Vickson) Mewtwo (Alana), Weavile (Slash), Feraliagtr (Waterspike), Toxicroak (Nightmare), Semipour (Willow) (Pokémon) (OC’s) Down The River (Adoptive family)
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Platonic:
Ice-Man (Marvel) Newest Student (Bobby x Mika) (Best Friends)
Robin (Tim Drake, DCU)⭐ Apart Of The Fray (Tim Drake x MIka) (Teammates)
Order66!Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars) Newest Padawan (Mentor) (Ahsoka x Me'kha)
Bambi (Bambi)⭐ Secret Little Lies (Bambi x Mika) (Best Friends)
Glamrock Chica (FNAF: SB) Technical Imput (GR!Chica x Mika) (Friends)
#selfship#selfshipping#self ship community#self shipping community#ocxcanon#canon x self insert#self insert community#self-ship community#proship community#proshipper community#proship please interact#proship selfship#proship self promo#fictional other#fictional other community#self insert#s/i x canon#s/i x f/o
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love in the little things
shepherds of haven (@shepherds-of-haven). red antiqua / f!MC (rhiannon vasi). ~1.3k words.
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Every time Rhiannon thinks she’s got her life under control, something comes back to bite her. Change has always felt a bit like a threat— she finds herself uncomfortable, out of her depth. She likes things to be predictable and people to be kept at an arm’s distance.
Red… is a complication.
She can’t bring herself to say it’s a bad thing, though, having her old friend around these past weeks. Even when he inadvertently storms through the walls she’s spent a decade building like they’re made of paper— and when every moment she spends with the other mage reminds her of why she’d fallen for him all those years ago.
He'd asked her to meet this morning on their shared day off, so here Rhia finds herself standing wrapped in a warm cloak in the courtyard of the Shepherds’ compound, gray eyes blinking blearily at being drawn from her bed so early.
(If it were anyone else, she’d have told them to chew on rocks. )
It’s fairly empty of other Shepherds so far. Mist clings to the top of the tower, and the quiet, cloudy start to the day has Rhia feeling especially drowsy. She’s half entertaining the potential of leaving Red a note and retreating to the warmth of her blankets when she sees him enter the courtyard and instantly perks up. His height and shock of scarlet hair make him easy to pick out, and though she’d grumble if asked, Rhia can’t deny that her heart flutters at the way his handsome face lights up when he notices her waiting.
“I got these for you!” Red calls out in lieu of a greeting as he jogs over, and he’s a little out of breath as he hands a little paper bag to her, holding it like some precious thing.
After an instant of surprised hesitation Rhia takes it, curiously unfolding the top and peering inside. Within lay two fresh strawberry pastries, their fruity, buttery scent wafting upwards from the bag. Her mouth opens in a perfect “o”, because she recognizes these treats, from her favorite little bakery halfway across Haven— the one she seldom goes to, because it’s so far away, and often everything but plain bread is sold out not long after sunrise.
She’s still trying to calculate just how damned early Red must’ve woken up for this when she hears him shifting in front of her.
“If you don’t like them, I can get a different flavor.” Red rubs the back of his neck, laughing. Though his posture is relaxed, he’s buzzing with an energy Rhia can’t quite put her finger on. “And they might not be warm anymore, since it took me a while to get back here—”
“No!” Rhia blurts out, before realizing she’d interrupted him, and her face flushes “No, no, I— they— these are my favorites. They’re perfect.”
She knows full well she’s rambling now, but the broad smile on Red’s face is enough to light up a room and she can’t quite bring herself to care.
“I remembered how much you loved strawberry pastries at the Circle, and figured you still might.”
All of the air flees her lungs in an instant, leaving Rhia feeling a bit like she’d been tossed into a freezing lake. For all she’s done to try and convince herself that she hadn’t mattered, that her childhood friends were better off without her and that she’d be a long-forgotten memory, he… Red had remembered. Such a small detail, but she feels the truth, the genuine affection behind the gesture. That had to count for something.
Her breath, catching in her throat, feels like the sting of an affection that lurks so deep and raw within her, Rhia thinks she might burst from it.
(A pain, too, in equal measure.)
It takes a split second to collect her composure, but even so for a moment all she can muster is a quiet, emotional, “Thank you.”
And then she does something very, very stupid.
Rhia impulsively throws her arms around Red, pulling him tight in a hug just like he’d done with her the day they’d reunited. And when his arms wrap around her in turn, warm and comforting, she tries not to think too hard about how right it feels. Tries not to think of how Red’s all-too-familiar scent of juniper and ink reminds her of the things she’s never going to be able to have. Most of all she tries, desperately, to convince herself that none of this pity— that he’s not mourning the person she used to be, doing this because he feels he must (because Red would, he would, and as selfish as Rhia knows she is, she can’t bear the thought).
But perhaps she is still the same, in some ways. Maybe even the ones that matter.
The bag of little pastries still gripped in her hand can attest to that.
When she pulls away, face flushed crimson, Rhia pushes back a few strands of dark hair that had escaped from her braid. Finds herself staring at the ground, at rough cobblestone that’s suddenly far more interesting than the pair of pretty green eyes focused right on her— though she’s unable to refrain from peeking up at Red through her lashes.
“I’ll take that as a sign you like my surprise,” Red says, lightly, but he can’t keep the dazzling grin from his face, nor the slight flush from his tanned cheeks. There’s a softness in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners— a tender expression that makes her chest ache with the force of it.
“This is how you used to look at me,” she wants to say. But Rhia’s a coward and always has been, so she keeps her mouth shut.
Instead she raises an eyebrow at him imperiously, trying to pretend like she hadn’t just bared her heart for him to see. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Even after all these years, he can read her well enough to know she’s teasing. Red laughs, brushing his fingers lightly against her arm, and not for the first time Rhiannon wishes that he weren’t so easy to love.
Instead of saying anything further she opens the paper bag, mouth watering at the sight of the pastries, and plucks one out— before tilting it towards towards Red in silent offering.
Red merely laughs, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “No, they’re both for you. My treat.”
Rhia purses her lips. “It’d be no fun to eat them alone.”
“You’ve never shared your pastries,” he says mildly.
“I do with you.”
A pause.
Red’s eyes widen slightly.
The silence lingers a moment, something both tense and soft between them. It says too much and not enough all at once, but it’s as honest as she can bring herself to be in the moment.
It’s Red who breaks the quiet, as his lips curve into a gentle smile. “If you insist.”
He agrees to take the remaining treat only on the condition that she take the first taste of her own— and that, she has no qualms about.
Rhia’s burning cheeks slowly fade as they chat and nibble on their breakfast, walking the streets of Haven near the compound. The conversation between them flows as naturally as it ever had, and if there’s a few topics she avoids, Red doesn’t seem to mind. They’ve got years of catching up to do, to learn each other all over again; but it’s easier, the second time, to fall back into familiar patterns and inside jokes. Still, something in her begs for more, more, and no matter how much Rhia thinks she can’t bear to hurt him the way she’s hurt everyone else she’s loved, she can’t quite stamp down that flicker of hope.
But her heart is full; and with the taste of the berries and powdered sugar sweet on their tongues, laughing together about the crumbs coating Red’s face, Rhia accepts that this has to be enough.
#shepherds of haven#shoh#red antiqua#rae writes#oc: rhiannon vasi#otp: rhiannon/red#smth smth love through acts of service and sharing of food and idk man it’s 1am i’m feeling a thing#wrote this entire thing in a daze this evening so if it’s bad pls don’t perceive me too hard shjdjdj#i’m just feeling some emotions abt them#esp after last month’s chp 8 update#also have i mentioned i hate tumblr formatting. this is so much pretty on the doc#*prettier i’m tired and not retyping that LOL#but yes. very early reunion pining let’s gooooo
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My 2023 Reads
See below for the full list of the books I read and a 1-2 sentence review of each.
Fiction, non-fiction, poetry
Italicized- reread
Cloud Cuckoo Land (Anthony Doerr) - It's like a combination of All the Light We Cannot See, Cloud Atlas and The Book Thief, except not quite as good as any of those. Good, just not as good.
The Stolen Heir (Holly Black) - Highly recommend if YA fantasy romance is your thing
On the Incarnation (Athanasius of Alexander) - one of the foundational works of early Christian theology
Klara and the Sun (Kazuo Ishiguro) - Beautiful, and lovely, and thoughtful and bittersweet
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Pearl and Sir Orfeo (Tolkien translation) - technically this is poetry but its also narrative so I grouped it with fiction. Green Knight is very fun. Pearl is quite boring.
The Case Against the Sexual Revolution (Louise Perry) - I highly recommend this, just be cautious because it has some very frank discussions of some very hard topics so there's a whole bunch of language and trigger warnings attached to this recommendation
Justification Reconsidered: Rethinking a Pauline Theme (Stephen Westerholm) - I'm going to be honest-- I don't remember what I thought of this book. It was for school and I also did a bunch of research on the topic and I don't remember what part of that research this constituted.
A Quest for Godliness: The Puritan Vision of the Christian Life (J.I. Packer) - I read a few chapters of this for a research project last year and liked it enough to buy myself a copy and read the whole thing for fun
The Warden and the Wolf King (Andrew Peterson) - Book 3 of this series (this is 4) remains my favorite but this one is really good and is a beautiful culmination of the themes
The Elements of Eloquence (Mark Forsyth) - About as good as a book that is just explaining various rhetorical figures can be.
The Theology of the Book of Revelation (Richard Bauckham) -THIS book right here I want to read again. This book made me fall in love with Revelation.
King of Scars (Leigh Bardugo) -It's the reason why I'm very upset over the cancellation of the Shadow and Bone tv series (because I won't get to see more of my boy Nikolai) but it's fine
The Secular Creed: Engaging Five Contemporary Claims (Rebecca McLaughlin) - A very useful book, very accessible
Rule of Wolves (Leigh Bardugo) - But seriously I love Nikolai and I mostly really enjoyed this duology.
The Waste Land and Other Early Poems (T.S. Eliot) - So many words saying so many things and maybe I'll know what they mean if I read this another 30 or 40 times.
Notes From Underground (Fyodor Dostoevsky) - Very different from other Dostoevsky but fascinating in its own way
The Scarlet Pimpernel (Emmuska Orczy) - It's a romp
Calvinism: A Southern Baptist Dialogue - genuinely very very helpful to me and just randomly was emailed to me as a pdf by some site that I ended up on the email list for
The Great Hunt (Robert Jordan) - I do not have faith in this series being good over time but at book 2 they're fun
Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen) -It really is that good.
Original Sin: A Cultural History (Alan Jacobs) - a really interesting exploration of the idea
Out of the Silent Planet (C.S. Lewis) - The Space Trilogy is great because it just has such a different feel from most of the other sci fi I've read
Gay Girl, Good God: The Story of Who I Was and Who God Has Always Been (Jackie Hill Perry) - Perry has such a lovely poetic way of telling her story
Booked: Literature in the Soul of Me (Karen Swallow Prior) - This book is really lovely and peaceful and reflective
A Wizard of Earthsea (Ursula K. Le Guin) -honestly was not very impressed by this. It was fine.
Anna Karenina (Leo Tolstoy) - If you're really into the Russian classics, I would recommend this, but there's like 6 others I would recommend first.
Firefly: Big Damn Hero (James Lovegrove, Nancy Holder) -If you want the book equivalent of a solid but not stand-out filler episode of Firefly
The Hidden Girl and Other Stories (Ken Liu) -I ranked all of the short stories in this on my blog if you search for it. Some are great. Some are not.
All the Light We Cannot See (Anthony Doerr) - It's really really good. A book you just want to sit with.
The Chalice of the Gods (Rick Riordan) - Kinda the same vibe as the Firefly one. It's good to see Percy again, it's a fun time, it's not taking any big swings or doing anything particularly new. But I did really enjoy the thematic linking of which gods were chosen to be a part of the story.
Dracula (Bram Stoker) - It's Tumblr, I don't need to review this here.
Biblical Critical Theory: How The Bible's Unfolding Story Makes Sense of Modern Life and Culture (Christopher Watkin) - This book is really big but it has so much good stuff in it. Well worth the read.
An Experiment in Criticism (C.S. Lewis) - There was quite I while through this one where I was not really jiving with it, but then at the end he pulls it together and I really like where he ends up, as evidenced by quoting half of it on posts here.
Poems (C.S. Lewis) - I'm not good enough at reading poetry to review it. There's a few in here that I quite liked though.
For teaching-
1. The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)- it's still great. After reading it who knows how many times, it's just so good.
2. The Crucible (Arthur Miller)- The character work in here is fantastic, and I really do like it a lot, but if Miller understood grace a bit better? the ending could be phenomenal.
3. Long Way Gone (Ishmael Beah)- It's not my favorite but it is really powerful and worth reading and the kids were really invested in it
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