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Birthday Morning

okay so i really wasn't going to write anything but then i got this idea and i could not resist soooo that's why i'm so late, very sorry, and it's technically the 29th

Summary: Spencer's birthday is always a big deal

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smut and Fluff)

Content Warning: pretty tame p n v smut

Word Count: 2.0k

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Spencer's birthday never was a big deal as a kid. When he was little, it was another reminder that no one wanted to be his friend, and, once his dad left, it went forgotten by his mom, which he never reminded her about because he couldn't stand the guilt of her feeling bad she forgot it.

Things were different now. Y/n had been making sure his birthday was a big event for 11 years, 2 years more than they'd been married.

This birthday, despite not being a milestone number and the constant chaos of life with three kids, Y/n was determined to make it as special as always.

Usually, Spencer is up first, but since he doesn't have to be at work and the girls don't have to be at school, there is no alarm.

Instead, he wakes up to her in his arms, kissing all over his face. It always makes the newly cooling mornings of late October better.

"Happy birthday." She whispers excitedly, leaning back to look at him.

"Thank you." He replies, finally kissing her lips. It was only meant to be simple, but she purposefully deepens it, tracing her tongue over his bottom lip while she buries her fingers in his curls to pull his face closer.

Before he can roll over on top of her and get down to business like they usually do, she stops him, breaking their kiss. "Sit up against the headboard, baby." She requests.

Spencer complies, quickly shuffling up since he's smart enough to figure out what she's playing at. She climbs onto his lap before her lips are back on his.

Taking advantage of the oversize t-shirt (of his) that she's wearing, Spencer's fingertips walk up her skin from her hips, pushing the fabric with them.

Her skin is hot under his touch, and she's already getting needy, but his hands stop when they reach more fabric where she's normally bare.

Y/n pulls back with a smile, pulling the t-shirt over her head and leaving her figure dressed in just the most recent addition to her wardrobe. His first gift of many.

It's lilac lingerie that he's never seen before. Intricate floral-patterned lace details over the cups of the bra and panties with a suspender belt accentuating the curve of her waist.

He could stare at her all day, regardless of what she's wearing but the new purchase makes his brain stop working like he can't figure out if he wants to take a photo or rip it off her.

"Don't destroy it." She requests, slyly grinning at his reaction, leaning in to kiss him.

"Destroy it?" He repeats, tilting his head up to look at her. "I'm going to frame it."

She giggles before leaning so she can whisper into his ear and have him break out in goosebumps. "You know what I'm going to do?" She asks. He just shakes his head. Even though he could probably guess, he's not going to risk her pulling away while he has a perfect view of her ass. "Riding you just the way you like it. And then tonight..." Her hands move while she speaks, one palm flat against his lower stomach. "When we have a little more time." Her other hand rests against his inner thigh, fingertips just short of touching him where he needs it. "We can do that thing."

He moans just from hearing that, throwing his head backward and allowing her total access to kiss down his neck. She does so the way he likes it, sloppily, with wet kisses and sucked marks.

"Y/n." He groans, his voice lowering as he tries to get her to go faster. She drags it out, ultimately for his pleasure, and keeps a slow descent with carefully placed marks along his warm skin until she can't go any further without moving off his lap.

"Touch me, Spence." Her prompt reminds him he hasn't dared to move his hands, too enamored by her every move.

The cups are sheer, and he sees now how turned on she is by her hardened nipples. He thumbs them over the material, noticing her grinding more against his lap as she gets more turned on.

"I have to take this off." He realizes aloud, distraught tone. It's the worst thing that's happened to him all day and on his birthday? Not fair.

She fixes the issue she anticipated them facing. "I took pictures." She assures him. "Lots. Or you could, you know, frame it?"

"I might." He decides, happily leaning back while she takes it off. She's not going to tell him, but there's another set waiting for tonight. "You're so gorgeous." He praises her, stopping her from taking off the panties.

"You are," Y/n counters, sitting up on her knees so she can pull his sweatpants down. She palms over his hardened length in his boxers before he pushes her up so she can take them off. She pumps his cock up and down, heavy in her palm, before repeating her words in a different sense. "So gorgeous."

He pants out a breath. "Come on. It's been too long." He begs, despite the fact it's been less than 48 hours, which he knows is well above average.

She obliges with a giggle, pulling her panties to the side while she sinks down onto him. It's a fullness like no other, nothing has ever or will ever compare to feeling Spencer so deeply inside her.

That's what he loves the most, the fact he's the only one who will ever get to be in her now, and he accentuates it by sucking a mark of his own into her neck. "So fucking tight." He groans, holding her waist.

"So big." She replies, resting her arms on his shoulders as an anchor and so she can play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

It's heaven getting to be inside her velvety walls, but his pleasure only amplifies when she starts moving, grinding her hips up and down to start with.

After she gets adjusted, Spencer takes control, using his grip on her waist to pull her up and down. "Fuck." She moans against his ear, trying to keep it quiet so they don't wake anyone else up.

"You're so perfect." He mumbles, shifting his hips so she sinks even deeper down, making them both groan. Her skin keeps growing hotter as his grip tightens, both of them working in unison to bring each other to orgasm.

She falls further forward into his chest, lips grazing his as they keep their faces close while her movements get sloppier. Spencer knows what she needs, and he takes one hand off her so he can draw circles on her clit.

"Spence." She moans his name out again right against his lips before the rest of the words get caught in her throat.

"I know." He replies. "Cum on my cock."

That's all it takes for her to cum, a few dirty words from her husband with quick, deep thrusts, and she tightens around his cock even more. Spencer's climax is soon after that, and he cums inside her while she's completely seated in his lap.

He holds her tightly to his body while they come down from it. "That was the best wake-up present I could imagine." He tells her.

She laughs, moving off his lap with a little wince from both of them and sitting beside him. "You're welcome."

Spencer kisses her again, one clothed-mouth kiss after another. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She says, moving to climb out of bed. "I'm going to dress, and see if the girls are up, so you should probably put some pants on." She recommends, flashing him a wink before walking into the closet.

The girls, she discovers and expects, are up. Matilda and Mabel are finishing their coloring on Spencer's cards. "I'm going to get Kenzie but you guys can get the gifts if you want." She instructs the 5 and 7-year-old who race off to the hiding place.

10-month-old McKenzie is standing holding the crib bars when Y/n walks in and her face immediately lights up at seeing her mom.

"Hi, sweet baby." She says, picking her up. "Wanna go see dad?" A little squeal of glee comes from the baby once she understands who they're going to see.

The two older girls manage to carry the gifts into the room, and Spencer is happily waiting in bed for them. They drop the gifts on the end of the bed, climbing up to attack him with hugs.

"Happy birthday, daddy." They squeal, tightly hugging him. McKenzie squirms in Y/n's arms, reaching out for her dad and feeding off her sister's excitement. Spencer easily accepts their baby, the five of them cuddling when Y/n sits back on her side.

It doesn't last long with the little attention spans of their little kids. "Daddy, open the gifts," Matilda says, turning back to pick up one wrapped in hot pink. "This is what I chose." She informs him handing it to him.

Mabel picks up the one she picked for him, giving it to him. "Here's mine."

"Thank you both," Spencer tells them, kissing both of them on the forehead. They watch with wide, excited brown eyes for his reaction.

He opens Matilda's first, taking out the pink notebook with dinosaurs on it and a dictionary. He's a little confused, looking at Y/n with an expression only she can interpret as he plays along for the girls. "I love them, Tillie."

"It's a book so you can write us more stories." She clarifies. It's something Spencer started doing to relax when he first went back to the BAU after she was born. "With little pictures, too, please."

"Why a dictionary?" He asks.

"So you'll know all the words ever, duh." She replies sassily.

Spencer laughs at that. "I bet that was mommy's idea, huh?" He asks since she has been telling him the exact same thing since they met.

Y/n hits him on the shoulder. "Was not." She claims, but Matilda's selling her out with a nod.

He opens Mabel's next, wrapped in green, and he's confused again when he sees a dishtowel. "Because you couldn't find one when you spilled your coffee," Mabel explains to him.

"You're very thoughtful. Belle." He says. "Thank you both so much. This is the best birthday ever." His statements earn grins of admiration from both of them.

"You're not done," Y/n tells him, picking the other two gifts up. She hands one of them to him. "This is from Kenz."

She's unaware of what the gift is and what's going on, but Spencer kisses her too. "Thank you, sweet baby." He opens it, laughing and looking at Y/n when he sees the pumpkin-flavored baby food pouches.

"Since you're always eating hers," Y/n says, nudging him on the shoulder.

"I can't help that they're so delicious." Spencer shrugs, unashamed.

She reaches into her nightstand to grab the final gift, handing it to him. "One more."

"I thought I got your gift this morning?" He jokes subtly enough the girls won't understand. "You're kidding?" He asks when he opens the jewelry case and sees what's in it.

Y/n shakes her head, hoping his reaction is a positive one. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." He quickly replies, excitedly kissing her. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She says. "I figure after your watch strap broke, you might as well finally get a Rolex. Plus, you can go as Hotch for Halloween now."

He giggles at that, still marveling at the stunning piece of jewelry. "Thank you all so much." He says again, wrapping them all up in another family hug.

"You wanna show him your cards?" Y/n asks, resting her head on Spencer's shoulder. The girls pick them up, sitting on each side of him while McKenzie sits in his lap so they can explain their drawings to everyone.

He feels totally complete like he's finally at a point where his life is exactly how he used to dream it would be. He places a kiss on Y/n's forehead and he's slightly teary-eyed when she looks at him. "Thank you." He repeats but it's for more than just the watch worth thousands of dollars and the perfectly chosen gifts from their daughters.

"You're welcome." She replies, wrapping her arms tighter around him so he knows she means it.

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Albert Wesker NSFW HC's

Note: I've been such a simp for Albert Wesker lately, the brainrot is taking over me at this point... And I decided to make this! Even if I'm supposed to he asleep right about now...

No gender specified, for everyone to enjoy!

18+ ONLY NO MINORS ALLOWED

CW: NSFW stuff, blood

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Wesker has many pet names for you; Doll, Sweetheart, Love, Baby, Darling, Cutie, Sweetie. Ect, the list goes on.

He loves seeing you wearing his shirts, he actually doesn't mind if you steal them from him. Especially if you wear nothing underneath...

Despite him being a busy man, he's quite experienced man in bed, there are different forms of experiments after all... He's a man full of tricks.

Wesker has a major daddy kink, there's something about having power over you turns him on majorly.

He loves being in control, thanks to his ego, and also because he loves seeing you underneath him.

The first time you wasn't too sure about calling him daddy but giving it a go, you loved it.

"Fuck... That's it, I'm your daddy."

He loves depriving you and making you beg for more, seeing you so overestimated from sex or foreplay satisfy him.

He loves spanking your arse during sex making sure his hand print is left there for him to see. And well, smacking it in general.

Wesker always begs for you to dig your nails into his back, he loves the pain and sensation that comes with it. Even if you draw out a little bit of blood.

He loves Roleplaying with you, something about the build up of it before you two have sex already makes him hard.

Your favourite roleplays to do is Doctor and Paitient.

"My little Patient..."

He still kept his lab coat for fun times in the bedroom, he loves seeing you wearing his labcoat while he fucks you. You're his little patient after all.

Please sit on his face, he doesn't care if he can't breathe just sit on him for God's sake.

One of his favourite punishments to give you is when you masturbate while he watches, depriving you and making you beg for him.

He loves licking your cum and swallowing it, tasting all of your sweet juices. Knowing how good you taste.

You two have a safe word just in case if things go too far, which Is; Raccoon (Referring to Raccoon City)

Occasionally he loves to do Sex in public too, sometimes in alley way or in secluded places like the forest... Sometimes at the beach.

The after care is a bliss, he'd kiss everywhere where he accidentally hurt you caressed your body, clean you and hold you close.

"Was I a little too rough? I'm sorry... I'll make it all better."

He'd always run you baths too if you ever want one with him, and the two of you would relax in the bath before going to bed.

When you're finally in bed heed wrap his arms around you, caressing your waist, back and shoulders before kissing your body ever so gently before falling asleep.

Favourite sex positions:

As basic missionary is— It's still one of his favourites, he loves towering over you... Legs over his waist and pinning your arms over his head.

Doggy another classic one— He prefers doing this when you're hunched over his desk or anywhere else for a quickie.

Mating press— His go to for having sex with you, albeit uncomfortable as well but it's the best way to hit all of those sweet spots.

Having sex against a mirror— One way to fully turn him on, seeing how overestimated you look, barely paying any attention and your mind foggy with all the pleasures.

The 69 — One he does occasionally but there are many other ways he would give you oral pleasure.

Cowgirl — As much ss he loves being dominant, he loves seeing you ride him from time to time.

Face off— He loves being close to you, and with this position it drives him wild anyways.

The Chairman— Another fan favourite of his, the perfect angle to hit your G-spot repeatedly and to pleasure you in all other places.

The OM — Almost the same as The face off position, any excuse to have you close to his body.

Kinks he has:

Daddy kink (Power imbalance)

Bondage (Tie, Belt, ropes, cuffs, anything really)

Blind folds

Gagging (Cloths or and actual gag)

Spanking

Praise Kinks

Roleplay

Knife play (To cut your clothes off)

Choaking

Licking, biting

Hair pulling

Masturbation (Watching you pleasure yourself)

Rough sex / soft sex

Clothed sex

Masochism (Blood kink)

Urobouros (He loves using his tentacles on you, mainly to tie you up)

oh shit, are we in love? | zhang hao

⇢ pairing: zhang hao x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff, a smidge of angst, brief mentions of a toxic relationship

⇢ word count: 1.5k

prompt #5 "you don't have to be so brave with me"

prompt #12 "let's kiss and see where it takes us"

⇢ note: i realized i'm severely lacking zhang hao on my main masterlist and saw this request sitting in my inbox and just had to write it. i went a little crazy with the word count, but hao is so easy for me to write for so it came naturally to me. i hope you all enjoy!

you sniffled, hand coming up to wipe the stinging hot tears away from your eyes, which were focused on the screen of your phone, an image of you and your now ex-boyfriend on full display for you to see. you’d been managing your breakup a lot worse than you anticipated, and when the photo had shown up in your memories, it caused something within you to snap and you cried harder than you have over the past several months since your breakup. maybe it was how happy you looked while he appeared to be losing his love for you, or maybe it was because you longed so badly for something like that again, but you just couldn’t stop the flow of your tears once they started.

throughout your mourning process, you relied very heavily on zhang hao, a boy you met in your music class a couple of semesters ago. he was always there for you when you needed him and made time for you even when he was busy with something. he was the type of person whose presence alone was comforting and you were grateful to have someone like him in your life.

you'd grown almost a little too fond of zhang hao. every little brush of his hand against yours or the hug he gave you when you needed it the most shouldn't have been making the butterflies in your belly flutter around, but they did, and you weren't sure what to make of it. part of you wondered if it was too soon, or if he might be the person you dreamed of being with all along, but you didn't want to ruin what you currently had and decided to keep your lips sealed.

during your most recent state of hysteria, you texted him something almost incoherent about not wanting to be alone and needing him by your side more than ever, but now that you had calmed down a little bit, you tried taking back your words and apologizing to him. but hao was stubborn, and despite being in the middle of his violin practice, he responded quickly and told you he was packing his things up and would be on his way soon.

you felt a little guilty, sure, but the bigger majority of your brain was just ecstatic he would be there, and you'd be able to vent and be in his presence. almost as if on a queue, the sound of his knuckles rapping lightly against your door was echoing throughout your room, mingling with a sniffle as you rose from your nest of blankets on your bed and shuffled to the door.

pulling the heavy, wooden object toward you, hao greeted you with gentlest and softest smile you think you'd ever seen from him. you stepped aside, allowing him entry into your room - which was a disaster, but he never really cared - and watched as he set his belongings down on the floor at the foot of your bed. you shut the door, turning around to be greeted with his arms outstretched, welcoming you to melt into him whenever you were ready.

it didn't take long, because within mere seconds you had your arms secured around his waist and your cheek resting on his chest. hao's arms wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth you didn't know you needed, and he rested his chin atop your head.

you sighed, new tears springing into your eyes and dripping onto your cheeks, and inevitably soaking through the fabric of his sweatshirt. you squeezed him slightly, desperate to get him as physically close to you as possible while mumbling, “thank you for coming here, i’m sorry i interrupted your violin practice.”

“hey now, you don't have to be sorry,” his voice was soft as he spoke, “besides, the instructor often wonders why i even show up because he thinks i’m a musical genius. when i told him i needed to go, he barely even let me finish my sentence and was practically pushing me out of the door.”

“well still, you didn't have to come at all. it's just me being a little ridiculous anyway,” you replied, finally pulling away from him and motioning for him to join you in snuggling down under your blankets.

he crawled into the bed beside you, allowing you to settle down into his side, your head resting gently on his shoulder as he pulled the thick comforter over the two of you. hao glanced down at you, parting his lips to speak, “emotions you feel are never ridiculous you know. you can talk about whatever it is you want and i will never judge you or think you're being silly.”

you nodded, hesitant to even say anything at all, so instead you just allowed your eyes to flutter shut, letting your words die in your throat so you didn't mess up and say the wrong thing.

hao was quick to notice, even though you felt you were hiding it pretty well. he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, concern evident in his expression as he said, “you don't have to be so brave with me. what’s on your mind?”

you shifted slightly, anxious to even think about beginning to tell him anything, but your mouth worked quicker than you mind, “it's just, throughout this whole breakup process, i think i’ve realized i have feelings for someone and it feels so soon but so right and i don't know what to do.”

“you're a human being, it's only natural you have feelings for people. besides, it's been months since your breakup and you're allowed to move on if you want to,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“i’m just scared it'll ruin everything,” you replied, averting your gaze from his to find interest in your chipping nail polish instead.

“well, if they're someone who truly cares about you, then they wouldn't let it ruin anything,” unbeknownst to you, he never looked away from you, “maybe you could tell them, the worst that could happen is that they say no.”

you sighed, “that's thing, i did just tell him.”

looking up, you caught the shocked expression of hao. the corners of your mouth twitched up ever so slightly, voice barely above a whisper as you said, “it's you, hao.”

the look on his face was incredibly difficult for you to read. you could feel panic beginning to settle in, knowing you had more than likely screwed everything up, and you couldn't help the tears that began to fall again. the only thing you could manage to say was “i’m sorry” in between your little cries, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as you could.

hao caught you off guard, pulling you back to him, hands cupping your face gently. he wiped the tears away with his thumbs, asking, “now why on earth are you sorry?”

“because i can tell you don't feel the same and that i just made everything so awkward,” you refused to make eye contact with him as you answered his question.

you heard a small chuckle slip past his lips, “y/n, you're not making anything awkward. i’m just surprised you return my feelings at all. why do you think i’ve always been so eager to spend time with you, even when i’m occupied with other things?”

now it was your turn to adorn a baffled look, jaw slightly agape as you processed his words. hao was the first to say something again, this time keeping your overall well-being in mind, “this doesn't have to move fast, it can be at whatever pace you want. it honestly could just not happen at all. tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you, i promise.”

“i-” you started, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water, desperate to find the right words. finally, you settled on, “let’s kiss and see where it takes us?”

you felt extremely shy asking, almost shrinking into yourself at such an absurd request, but hao wouldn't let you, because within mere seconds he was closing the distance between the two of you and molding his lips with yours. you gripped onto the front of his sweatshirt ever so slightly, eyes fluttering closed and the feeling of pure euphoria filling up every inch of your body.

you hadn't felt so seen or appreciated in a long time, and finally getting to kiss the boy you'd dreamed of for so long was almost surreal. you became putty in his hands, allowing him to pull you closer to his body, a string of kisses following suit.

you finally pulled away for air, your grin reflecting hao’s as you said, “i think i like where this is going.

“good,” he beamed, giving you another kiss in between his words, “because i do too.”

Hellooo, this is my req yayy.

Could I request a scenario with a poly relationship with Vil and Rook? Could the scenario be like how a day would be with them as your partners? Can reader be fem or gender neutral? If not you can choose the scenerio you wanna write!

Thank you so much Hun! ♡

I gotchu, I mean- I don't really like Rook that much, but he's hot, so IG it's okay.

♡ Reader is GN! Vil basically using you as doll, Rook being Rook. Jealousy is mentioned!! ♡

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♡- Day in the life of a Poly Fem!Pomefiore Relationship (Epel is your adopted child)

♡- From when you wake up in the morning to when you go to sleep, one of them is always with you, and if you're lucky, sometimes both. Fem!Vil made a schedule for you like she did for Fem!Rook, you have proper skincare products, shampoo, makeup, clothing- Vil will scold and lecture you the whole way through as she pampers you in products and gifts. If you didn't take care of yourself before, trust me YOU WILL NOW.

♡- Here's the thing, though. Absolutely nobody knows you are dating Vil. Everybody in Fem NRC believes you are just dating Fem Rook. Fem Vil asked if you guys could keep your relationship a secret, not because she's ashamed of you two, but she's super famous, and she doesn't want her fans coming after you two. She loves you and cares for both of your safeties :(

♡- Fem Rook? Lol, she's not ashamed. She will openly love you more than she loves anybody else. Prepare for so many praises, no matter how embarrassing she will sing your praises everywhere and anywhere. She tries to have Fem Vil show a little more affection in public because she wants to flaunt her beautiful girlfriend as much as she flaunts her other beautiful lover (that's you hun ♡)

♡- What's that? Are you receiving love letters in your locker more? And they're all in.. French..? Yeah, they're from Rook, and sometimes they are from Vil. If you don't speak French, you have no choice but to go and ask Fem Rook for a translation. She uses it as an excuse to sing your praises and her love. The ones from Vil? They are just BEAUTIFUL, a whole national anthem of her love. Her letters are very aesthetic too, often smell like her perfume, sometimes she adds a rose petal or two. Fem Rook writes more poems than letters. Hers are often very.. uh, dramatic. Sometimes, she'll add her perfume scent on there so she can track you better.

♡- Vil is a very busy queen. We stan a hard working girlboss. Usually, when her schedule is free and she has time, she will always spend it with both of you. She has gifts from her photo shoots, or sometimes she brings you back some clothes that remind her of you. Fem! Rook is a very understanding and often gives you the affection vil cannot when she is busy, but trust me, she loves you.. ♡.

♡- Self care Sunday, it's a part of their lives now. The whole Sunday, which is Vils free day, she spends the whole day pampering you both and dressing you both up like dolls. She doesn't care what gender you are. You're pretty to her. Therefore, you are DRESSING UP. You're not allowed to be insecure around these two. Call yourself ugly, I dare you, Fem!Vil and Fem! Rook will go off on your ass. Self care is how Fem Vil shows her affection since she can't show you in public or rarely sees you outside of NRC.

♡- Despite them both being very good at reassurance, Fem! Vil I'd quite insecure herself and compares herself to Neige more than one might think, especially when she sees Fem! Rook fawning over her so much. She wants you two to feel beautiful, but who is making sure she feels beautiful?

♡- Sometimes Fem! Rook can be too affectionate with other people, which sometimes strays her attention away from you and Fem Vil. Even if you tell her, she will not stop. But if you're really hurt by it, she will buy you flowers or write you a poem as an apology.

♡- Overall? 7.5/10 relationship if you don't mind one of your girlfriends praising everyone constantly and the other girlfriend constantly obsessing over your self care. But they really do love you, and if you can handle that? 100/10 relationship.

✮ how are you viewed online? ✮ pt. 1

pile one, two or three?

click here for part 2!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ pile one

for pile one, the seven of pentacles and the king of wands flew out as i shuffled. whenever people come across your social media accounts or talk to you online, they get the impression that you're an investment of some kind. you probably have some sort of business online where you sell items or offer your services (doing paid readings, maybe?) people view you as someone very dedicated to and focused on their goals and career. it may have taken a while before you saw a lot of progress in what you do, but you are still going after it and remaining consistent no matter what. people online see the potential in your work. they think you could be something bigger one day. be wary of people trying to use you or get free services from you. you may have different standards for what you give out and that's perfectly okay, just don't allow people to push your boundaries. but when people offer to collab or work with you, be more open! you don't have to accept everyone's advances, but some could be very beneficial to you.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ pile two

for pile two, you have the moon in reverse and the eight of cups. well, first off, you could very well have pisces placements in your natal chart. that, or you could just give off very artistic, ethereal vibes online. people may know that you've been recently heartbroken, for some reason. could have something to do with someone you love passing away, or an important friendship/relationship ended. of course, take it how it resonates. people could see you as somewhat of an escapist. not to be too in your business, but maybe you post drugs, alcohol or other things that people may view as addictive. i feel like some people, those who care for you, are worried about your mental health after seeing your social media. this could be for more serious reasons, or maybe they just take the self-deprecating jokes too seriously. some may feel like you share hidden aspects of yourself online. maybe you have a "finsta" or a private/anonymous account where you vent. despite your emotions, you are seen as someone who is very poetic and dreamy. people may fantasize about your life because of the way you present yourself online.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ pile three

for pile three, you got the lovers and the nine of wands. so, this clearly has something to do with a relationship or friendship of yours. you may resonate with pile two. i'm seeing this in two ways; either your boundaries are being tested, or you're testing someone else's boundaries. some may think that you are in a connection where your heart has been bruised, and yet you push through it and stay in the connection. for others, they view you as someone who may test the boundaries of other relationships. people may view you as very attractive online, and this could attract the attention of people who are in commitments. some may even view you as a succubus, or something. i feel like some of you definitely post provocative stuff on the internet. could be yourself, text posts, sharing sexual photos of other people, etc. if you're unintentionally attracting people in relationships and others come at you for it, don't let it get to you too much. it's not your responsibility to keep other people's partners in check, you feel me? you have people who love and support you, so focus on them instead.

thank you for reading and interacting! <3

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i have a request if you are comfortable with it?

maybe you could write a little something about y/n, elvis and caroline having a family portrait photoshoot taken like the presleys had in 1973 by frank carroll in their hillcrest home in beverly hills!

i just know you could make something really sweet out of it your writing is so beautiful! x

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐥

Word count: 3,3K

Warnings: Elvis being a soft dad, that's about it.

A/N: rose, i always love your requests sm and even though this took me years to post, i loved writing it! 💕

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A busy, chaotic household wasn’t strange to you or Elvis. You both liked having a lot of people around the house despite the lack of privacy at times and in some strange way, you had grown fond of grown men running around the premises and playing with your daughter.

Caroline loved it just as much- she especially took a liking to Lamar because he’d play airplane with her whenever you weren’t looking and Jerry who she simply couldn’t stay away from every time he was around. To some people it might be strange to raise a child in these circumstances, but Caroline was happy and you and Elvis gave her the love and care that she needed to grow into the independent woman she was bound to become one day.

Her life was anything but normal, but at five years old she didn’t quite seem to realise that yet. Both you and your husband wanted to keep it that way for a little longer.

 

Elvis was a good father- while he had sometimes wondered what it would be like to have a son, he loved his little girl more than anything in the world and if he could, he would bring her the moon.

But there were certain things he couldn’t do, things that he was simply terrible at. One of those things being making sure his daughter’s hair looked decent and today, it had to look better than decent. Frank Carroll was coming over in less than an hour to take the family portraits you had arranged to be taken and Caroline was currently sitting on the sink in front of him, glaring angrily at him through the mirror she was facing.

Thank God she allowed him to wash her and put on the dress you picked out for her, but doing her hair was always a hurdle. Not only because he was bad at it, but because Caroline was sensitive about her hair. She had been a little fuzzy all morning- up to the point of greatly frustrating you and leaving your daughter in her fathers’ hands, hoping she would go easier on him while you took care of everything in the living area where the photo’s would be taken.

“Ow, Daddy! You’re hurtin’ me!”

He sighed deeply, looking at the blonde through the mirror as he once more lowered the brush and grabbed some detangling spray he knew you always used on her and yourself. Spraying some on the monster knot in her blonde locks-which he certainly was not going to tell her or you about- he looked at her as he spoke.

“You know your mama is way more rough than me- you want me to call her?”

She immediately widened her eyes, shaking her head which he stopped by putting a gentle hand on top of her little head. She knew that whenever you did her hair she’d be in more pain because you did it faster and without thinking, which ended with Caroline screaming and crying most of the time. There were days where the little girl would sit still and oblige, but with the state her hair was in right now, that wasn’t going to happen.

“That’s what I thought,” Elvis chuckled, pressing a firm kiss on her cheek which she giggled at before wiping it off playfully. He laughed as he put the spray down and inhaled deeply, going back to combing the tangles out of her hair. He decided to leave the worst for last and aside from some small whimpers, Caroline had been good the entire time.

Until he was forced to face that birds nest in the middle.

Caroline’s cheeks were flushed, eyes squeezed shut as she cried so loud it made Elvis’ ears ring. If she wasn’t in actual pain right now, he might have laughed at the sight- but his little girl was truly in pain and it made his heart drop and curse you for letting him do this. He put the brush down, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame as her cries were starting to come out soundless, a sign that she was truly over it.

“I’m sorry, baby- Daddy’s sorry. It’s almost done, almost,” he whispered as he rocked her from side to side, kissing her cheek and wiping her tears away. His large hand found its home on her back, rubbing it soothingly as he told her to breathe. She inhaled shaky breaths as she turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He comforted her for a little bit before he gently pushed her out of his embrace so he could look at her, thumbing away the tears that rolled down her cheeks. She was still sniffling and trembling as if the world was coming to an end.

“You wanna give it one more try? If it hurts too much, I’ll stop, okay?”

Caroline looked at her father through her teary lashes, her fingers pulling at her lower lip nervously. It took her a few seconds to nod- her father was like her big hero, he had never told her a lie so in her logic, he would definitely not be lying now either. Elvis smiled at her and gently pulled her hands away from her face, pressing a kiss on her lips before he turned her around again and grabbed the bottled spray, throwing it up in the air before easily catching it again. The blonde giggled through her tears at her fathers’ antics as he made a show out of it, spraying her hair and distracting her by singing a theme song of some cartoon she liked to watch.

It seemed to be working, because rather than crying while he was combing her hair, she was now singing along and talking his ear off about said cartoon. He was barely listening, but he was glad that she wasn’t in pain anymore.

You had told him what to do with her hair, but after failing at the braids he was supposed to give her over and over again, he settled on twirling two locks at the front around his fingers and clipping them back with two small butterfly clips Caroline insisted on wearing. It wasn’t any over the top hairdo or whatsoever, but Caroline seemed to be happy with it and to him, that was all that mattered.

“Good job, Daddy!” she complimented him, laughing as he lifted her off the sink and put her down, peeling some stray hairs off his royal blue jacket.

“Better than your mama?” he tried, raising an eyebrow at his daughter which she mimicked while shaking her head. Ofcourse it wasn’t better, he knew that, and Caroline wasn’t the type of girl to sugar coat anything. He playfully poked her sides before lifting her on his hip again, walking out of the bathroom. “You little rascal,”

 

“Oh, you’re just gorgeous, my little Care bear!” you exclaimed with a gasp as your daughter asked you how she looked, wiggling herself out of her fathers’ arms and into yours. She giggled excitedly as she snaked her arms around your neck, pressing her cheek against yours.

“Look, Daddy gave me butterflies!” pointing at the clips in her hair, you and Elvis laughed. You hummed and nodded, widening your eyes in excitement at her as she looked at you with the same look on her face.

“I see that, they’re adorable, baby. And what happened to the French braids I told Daddy to give you?” you asked, turning to Elvis with a grin on your face. Caroline giggled and cupped her hands over her mouth, whispering in your ear.

She wasn’t very good at whispering, so when she told you he wasn’t good at doing her hair, he heard it. Caroline let out a squeal as Elvis playfully poked her sides again before taking her out of your arms, looking at her with a feigned pout.

She smiled as she grabbed his face in her little hands. “Don’t worry, Daddy. You’re good at other things,”

“Like what, hm?”

“Reading! You always do the voices, but Mommy never does. She’s not very good at that,”

Elvis threw his head back as he let out a hearty laugh while you gasped, taking a step closer to the duo and squeezing Caroline’s feet through her shoe softly. “Go play with Jerry- I’ll call you when it’s time for the photo’s,” you told her, to which she nodded excitedly as she wiggled her way out of Elvis’ arms, who put her down just in time.

“You don’t do the voices?” Elvis smirked as he walked into the kitchen with you, taking off his jacket as you handed him a cup of coffee. You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you poured yourself a cup too, leaning against the counter.

“You can’t make a French braid?” you shot back at him as you blew into your steaming coffee, a small grin raising the corner of your mouth.

“Honey, that’s a woman’s job- ‘course I can’t,”

You raised both eyebrows at your husband, taking a small sip of your coffee as you hummed softly. He chuckled as he watched you nod to yourself before taking a step closer to him.

“You’re right,” you told him with a smile, stealing his cup of coffee out of his hand. “But so is drinking coffee in the kitchen at 11 in the morning,” you shrugged, pouring his coffee down the drain and placing the cup in the sink. Elvis gawked at you, his now empty hand still in the same position.

Oh God- he wished Caroline would just stay tiny. Because even now, she was already a lot like you and he knew the older she'd get, the more back talk he was going to get.

You knew Elvis could never really tell if you were serious in these kind of moments or not- most of the time you weren’t, but you liked to keep him on his toes. And as you were starting to laugh softly to yourself while drinking your coffee, he sighed deeply and shook his head, a chuckle rolling off his tongue.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” he told you as he stepped forward, snaking his arms around your waist to press you against his chest. You put your cup down on the counter and smiled lovingly at him, running your hands up his chest and fixing the collar of his shirt.

“I know,” you said, bringing your hand up to fix a lock of his hair behind his ear. “I learned from the best,”

“Nuh-uh. You were born this way, I know that’s a fact,” he grinned, pecking your lips. “And I also know I ain’t never doing Care’s hair anymore- not when it’s in the state it was in. She was screaming bloody murder!”

You laughed as you slapped his chest playfully. “Oh, you big old softie- she isn’t made of sugar. You should’ve seen me as a little girl, I put my mother through hell every morning and I guess I’m gettin’ my karma now. Now you know what it’s like,”

It wasn’t like every morning with Caroline was terrible, but most mornings… yeah, they were. To Elvis, Caroline was a perfect little angel that could do no wrong but you always saw yourself in her. You knew all her little tricks, because you had once used them on your own mother. Her crying those crocodile tears because she didn’t like to get her hair done wasn’t the end of the world.

“Evil, evil woman,” Elvis grinned as he shook his head, slipping his hands down to your ass to give it a playful squeeze. “I’m glad I’m not the bad cop though,”

“Oh, don’t get it twisted, baby- you just wait until she’s sixteen and starts dating, then we’ll see who’s the ‘bad cop’,”

He was just about to take a sip of your coffee which he stole from the counter as he gasped, making you laugh. You gently pushed him off of you and slipped out of his embrace, smiling at him.

“I oughta spank you for that,”

You managed to step away from him before he could grab you, laughing with him. “Tonight- now, don’t get coffee on your shirt. Frank will be here any minute!”

He rolled his eyes as he watched you sneak out of the kitchen, taking a sip of coffee as he leaned against the counter. The both of you knew there was no ‘good cop, bad cop’ in this household because Caroline loved you both just as much. Even though Elvis allowed her to get away with a little more than you did, didn’t mean he didn’t have his rules. And just because you were perhaps more strict than Elvis, it didn’t mean you didn’t like to spoil and baby her at times too. Still, Elvis did not want to think about his baby girl ever dating but now that you had planted the idea in his head, it was all he could think about.

 

“Carolineee, look here!” Frank chimed from behind the camera, wiggling his fingers at the five year old who was currently dancing around her fathers’ cane that was resting under his palm.

You should’ve known that taking professional pictures with a five year old wouldn’t be easy.

At first, she started crying because she had never seen the photographer before and needed a little time to get used to him. Then she got distracted by the Mafia that was wandering through the house, begging for Lamar to pick her up and twirl her around above his head. Now it was Elvis’ cane that suddenly seemed to be the most interesting thing in the world.

“Care, come sit,” Elvis told her, grabbing her arm and pulling her onto his lap. He didn’t mean to be as rough as he was or sound as impatient as he did, but it was enough for the blonde to glare angrily at him and crawl onto your lap instead.

Frank waited patiently as you softly and gently scolded your daughter, telling her it would all be over if she’d just sit still and do as told. Luckily her mood shifted as quick as the weather and she was giggling when Elvis tickled her sides, making her laugh out loud which made Frank take the opportunity to snap pictures.

The photographer figured the pictures would come out better if you’d just do as you always did rather than posing for the camera and Caroline seemed to prefer this as well. She gasped as you and Elvis kissed each other, hiding her eyes behind her hands before she squeezed herself in the middle and pressed a kiss on Elvis’ cheek and then on yours.

You took a few pictures with Caroline alone, which she seemed to enjoy a lot, but as soon as Elvis came back for his turn, she immediately crawled onto his lap as he sat in the chair again. You got up and stood next to Frank, laughing as you crossed your arms.

“The glasses? Are those necessary?” you questioned. You liked your husband’s fashion choices, you did, but you had hoped that maybe once he would keep the glasses off.

“Keep them on, Daddy! They’re cool!” Caroline giggled excitedly as she swung her legs back and forth while sitting on Elvis’ knee, tapping her small finger against his glasses.

Elvis grinned as he looked at you, shrugging as he rested his cane against the arm of the chair. “You heard the boss,”

Caroline smiled so bright that her little cheeks were aching and you laughed, watching your daughter and husband pose a little for the camera before Caroline once more started talking about cartoons and other random things that interested her at the moment. The moment her little hands reached out to Elvis’ glasses and pulled them off his face to put them on her own, your heart swelled. She managed to make everyone in the room burst out in laughter as she slipped off Elvis’ lap and grabbed his cane, posing with her fathers’ belongings. Elvis couldn’t stop laughing in the background, cheering her on as his eye caught yours, shooting you a wink.

 

A week later, you, Elvis and Caroline sat on the couch as Joe tore the paper off the huge picture frame that was being held upright by Vernon. You had seen all the pictures (and made sure they’d all be put in a photo book), but the one that was currently revealed was your favorite and you wanted it to have a place in your home.

Even if you would move out of Hillcrest, you’d take this picture everywhere with you and hang it up because it was simply adorable.

The three of you all wore big smiles in the picture, Caroline ofcourse sitting in her fathers’ lap. You looked like a perfect, normal family and although you were anything but, you wanted Caroline to have fond memories of her childhood and of her mother and father.

This picture would hopefully hold a special place in her heart when she’d get older- it already had in yours.

“Elvis is so cool!” Caroline squealed as she jumped from the couch and walked over to the picture, admiring it from up close. Everybody laughed, Elvis getting up to throw his daughter in the air before catching her and placing her on his hip.

“What’d you just call me?”

“Elvis!” she grinned playfully at him, already knowing what was coming as he tickled her tummy, her little hands trying to stop his bigger ones. “Elvis, Elvis, Elvis!”

“I’m your Daddy, you little rascal,” he laughed, squeezing her in his embrace before putting her down and kneeling in front of the picture. She immediately took the opportunity to plant herself on his knee, wrapping her arm around his neck. She looked at you as you kneeled down beside Elvis and smiled brightly.

“Can we hang it in my room?” she asked, making you chuckle as you kissed her forehead.

“It’s a little big, Care bear. I’ll get you a smaller one of you and Elvis, okay?” you grinned, calling him by his name on purpose. He glared at you as Caroline laughed and nodded, though was immediately distracted as Lamar came into sight and ran toward him.

You and Elvis stood up straight, you pressed against his side as he slipped his arm around your waist.

“Caroline, what’s your Daddy's name?” Lamar joked as he raised her from the ground and held her above his head. She spread her arms as she laughed, looking at her father.

“Elvis Presley!” she squealed, giggling uncontrollably as she was spun around in the air.

Elvis rolled his eyes, laughing softly as he turned to you, leaning down as he looked into your eyes.

“This is your fault,” he whispered, the corner of his mouth rising into a smirk as he guided you out of the living room and into the hallway. You knew where he was taking you, but you didn’t stop him- couldn’t stop him because you were laughing so hard. “I think now’s a good time for that spanking,”

 

Your husband didn’t spank you when he got you into your bedroom- you wouldn’t let him because your daughter was in the other room. But you did have a quick make out session that felt as if you were teenagers again, having to keep your ears perked for footsteps coming down the hall.

Only this time it weren’t the footsteps of worried parents or nosy friends, but tiny ones that belonged to your daughter. You were off of your husband before she could burst through the door and little Caroline had no idea what was going on or what her parents had been doing, simply grabbing your and Elvis’ hands to pull you out of the room and show the portrait that the boys had hung on the wall.

Every time she saw her father in that picture she would call him by his first name- neither of you had any idea why she did it, but Elvis figured as long as he was the only man on her mind, he had nothing to worry about.

At least, not for a few years.

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Ok imagine.

Reader is a hybrid like the students of Savanaclaw but they are a mouse hybrid! And one day one of their friends post on magicam a photo of them and poof! Now they're the person with the most compliments in the comments of magicam! Vil obviously wouldn't like that so they send Rook to take care of this annoying rat, but how could Rook hurting something so cute and unable to defend themselves!

(Is this a request for a yandere rook x reader in case requests are open? Yes.)

One of these days, I'll be forced to admit I'm slowly but surely becoming attracted to Rook Hunt. Not today, though.

>Part 1< | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnning(s): yandere Rook, kidnapping(?), you almost get shot

"(Y/N), c'mon! Just lemme get a quick picture of us together for magicam!" Your friend insisted.

"Fine, I guess." You sighed.

Oh boy, that cute little magicam photo was about to ruin your life.

"What...?" Vil said in disbelief, staring down at his phone. He was not the most popular person currently on magicam,not even Neige was! No, the most popular person on magicam was... some nobody!

The picture had two people, but the comments were only really focusing on one, a mouse beastman wearing a cute outfit.

"...Rook...!" Vil began, seething with anger.

"Oui, Vil?"

"I need you to do something for me." Vil looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel. "I need you to take care of this pathetic little mouse."

Rook looked at the image on Vil's phone, he got a good look at you, making sure he remembered every aspect of detail on your face.

"I shall bring you their ears, Vil."

"No, no, don't do that, the ears don't matter, I want you to scar their face. Scar their face so badly they'll never want to post their face to magicam ever again."

"Entendu, Vil."

Rook nocked an arrow, drawing his bowstring as he looked at you. He knew exactly how he would hit you to fulfil Vil's orders- right across the eyes. A scar such as that would prevent you from seeing anymore, though allow the beauty of your face to be preserved.

He would complete Vil's order of preventing you from ever posting to magicam again, while still working on his own terms of not damaging your beauty.

But just as Rook was about to fire off the arrow, he saw something.

One of the much stronger, much more intimidating, much taller Savannaclaw students bumped into you. And you fell over onto the ground.

"My, my, qu'est-ce que ç'est...?" Rook said, intrigued as to what would happen.

Knowing the reputation of Savannaclaw students, Rook expected to watch you be screamed at by the much taller beastman, but to his surprise...

"Who do you think you are?! Running into me like that- Oh! (Y/N)! Didn't realize it was you, sorry."

"It's fine! If anything, it's my fault for just standing here like this! And I probably should've noticed you coming towards me!"

"Well, uh, you ok? I'll help you up."

"I'm fine. And thank you!"

Rook couldn't believe his eyes. In that one instant, his entire perception of you changed. How could he hurt something like you, so cute and defenseless?

A beauty such as you is not suited for Savannaclaw. Despite being a beastman, you would fit much better in Pomefiore, like him.

In a single second, Rook set a plan in his mind. One that he would not change his mind on.

As you were apologizing and talking with your dorm mate, you suddenly heard someone.

"Excusez-moi, souris!" You turned to see who it was... and you saw Pomefiore's vice Housewarden, Rook Hunt, much too close for comfort. "Hello, hello! How do you do? Pleasure to meet you, and allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rook Hunt, and I am here representing my Housewarden, Vil Schoenheit, he has important business with you."

"He... he does...?" You asked.

"Bien sûr que oui!" Rook responded, grabbing your hand. "Come with me, I shall escort you to him personally!"

Without you being able to protest, Rook began to drag you along with him.

Rook dragged you all the way to Pomefiore, and boy oh boy Vil looked indescribably enraged when he saw you.

"Rook. What is the meaning of this...?" Vil asked through a forced smile and gritted teeth.

"Now now, Roi du Poison! I know you have your personal gripes with the belle souris, but please consider this! If the two of you... collaborate, so to say, then you two together will be the most beautiful on all of magicam!"

"Rook, what are you talking about?!" Vil asked in frustration.

"Alternatively... if you allow le petit souris here to transfer from Savannaclaw to Pomefiore, then..." Rook chuckled to himself, and whispered something to Vil, who's face lit up at whatever Rook had said.

"Ahem! I'm ever so sorry, little mouse-spud, it seems we got off on the wrong foot!" Vil said to you, a less forced-looking smile upon his face. "I have considered what I've been told, and I believe that you would make a wonderful addition to Pomefiore! We shall begin discussing this with the Headmage tomorrow."

"B-but I don't-"

"Hush, hush, little one." Rook covered your mouth. "Pomefiore is a dorm of beauty. You will fit in here better than you ever did in Savannaclaw. Truly, this is what's best for you."

Rook had figured out a way to give Vil what he wants without harming you, and a way to get what he wants without bothering Vil.

You would transfer to Pomefiore, and be kept under constant surveillance by Rook. Vil saw this as the perfect opportunity to make sure you never show your face online again, and Rook wanted to protect you from every horrible thing in the world that was a threat to you and your beauty, which included Vil and those Savannaclaw brutes.

This is the best solution for Rook and Vil.

However, your life would never be the same afterwards.

Nice ‘n Easy | Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson/F!Reader

Nice ‘n Easy

Summary: Cyclone takes care of you after a long day at work. 

1,017 words Female/AFAB reader

Warning: Explicit Minors DNI: vaginal fingering.

Notes: This came about because of this photo and some chatter on discord. Thanks to @princessmisery666 and @topguncortez for looking this over. Likes are appreciated, comments and reblogs are adored and feed the muses. Thank you for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

“Hi sweetheart,” Beau’s voice cuts through the fog of the workday. He’s in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove that smells spicy and divine. The room is spotless, a vase of sunflowers on the table. He’s in jeans, and a button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He smiles as you come closer, tipping into your touch when you brush wayward hair from his forehead.

“You’ve been busy.”

He kisses your forehead. “I didn’t want you to have to deal with anything when you came home.”

“Have I ever mentioned how much I adore you,” you murmur as he pulls you closer. You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him. His shirt is unbuttoned enough for you to nuzzle at the patch of gray chest hair peeking from under the fabric. He kisses the top of your head, those large hands rubbing your back gently.

“Go on upstairs, get a bath going.” His voice is low and gravelly, and it sends shivers down your spine. “Let me get this in the oven, then I’ll come up and wash your hair.”

“I can shower…” 

He interrupts you with a soft kiss. “Let me take care of you kitten. You take such good care of everything, please let me do this for you.”

You untangle yourself from Beau, recognizing that the man is no longer asking. He squeezes your hand gently before releasing you completely. When he gives you another pointed glance you head upstairs.

 The bedroom is clean. The bathroom counter littered with lit candles, flickering shadows and filling the room with a lavender scent. A bottle of bubble bath, fresh towels, clean pajamas and a robe await on the small table by the massive claw foot tub. You start the water running, tipping more than enough bubble bath into the steaming water, shedding your clothes as the tub fills. 

You sink into the water with a soft groan, allowing the heat to ease away some of the tension of the day.  

“There’s my girl.” Beau’s fingers trail along the surface of the water, as he kneels at the edge of the tub. “How bad was it?” He asks, tipping warm water over your head, careful to keep it out of your eyes. You tilt your head back, sighing softly when deft fingers rub at your scalp, the scent of mint and vanilla overpowering the lavender as he washes your hair.

“I wish it could have waited until Monday, but you know what they say about plans.”

He chuckles softly, rinsing the soap from your hair. “A sacrifice that you endure far too often.”

“Beau,” you sigh. “I know what I signed up for when we got together.”

“It was a little different being on the receiving end of it.” His mouth quirks up into a soft grin, that tendril of hair falling into his eyes again. He leans over, kissing your mouth softly. You shift in the tub, water sloshing as you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to the edge. He arches an eyebrow, before that half smile switches into something far more mischievous and your heart skips a beat. He clamors into the tub with you, ignoring your undignified squawk as water sloshes over the edge soaking the floor.

“That cannot be comfortable.” You’re laughing despite yourself as he settles behind you, pulling you to his chest. “Jeans and water are a terrible combination.” You watch as his fingers skim up and down your arms, goosebumps raising in their wake.

“I can handle a little discomfort.” He peppers kisses along your neck and shoulders. His hand slides under the water, resting on your belly. Heat rises with his touch, slow and deliberate, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Especially when you make those noises.”

You tip your head back resting against his shoulder. His hands glide over your skin easily, working soap into a lather. He’s murmuring into your ear, and you’re able to occasionally catch words as he’s telling you about his day. The low gravelly rumble and soft tone makes you relax, sinking further into him. Beau’s hands disappear under the water again, one dipping between your thighs, your legs parting automatically for his touch.

“Good girl.” He sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, teasing at your folds with one thick finger. “You’re always so sweet for me.” The first finger is joined by a second, easing into you gently. You bite your lip at the familiar stretch, leaning your head back to lick and nip at his jaw, enjoying the rasp of his five-o-clock shadow against your mouth.

His thumb traces lazy circles over your clit, both of those thick fingers curling, seeking that soft spot that makes you moan. Beau’s mouth closes over yours, kissing you slow and easy. Your lips part under his insistent tongue, claiming you completely. You whimper, hips rocking up needily when he teases a third finger into you, stretching you as far as you can take.

“You always feel so good for me, kitten.” The briefest sting of pain flashes through you when his teeth sink into the nape of your neck. “I want you to come on my fingers, you’ll have my cock after dinner.” He plays you the same way he plays the piano, fingers bringing you spiraling closer to edge. “You’re so pretty like this, blissed out on my fingers. Pulling me in, greedy girl.” Another kiss, slotting his mouth over yours, swallowing your moans when you come, tightening even more around his fingers.

“Beau,” you pant against his mouth as he continues to fuck his fingers into you. Thumb pressing just right as he rubs at your clit. You shudder against him, electricity coursing through you as he’s hurling you toward a second orgasm, so quickly on the edges of your first.

“Good girl,” He’s flushed, eyes blown with need. He brings you to climax again, and he holds you close as you collapse against his broad chest. “I always take care of my kitten don’t I?” 

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Finding Nosy

Pairing: idol!Wonwoox non-idol!(reader)OC

Word Count: Approximately 1,100 words

Type/Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none?

Prompt: SEVENTEEN is on a break. While they’re walking around in Europe, Wonwoo makes eye contact with a girl, a CARAT. He feels nervous and is about to warn the boys just in case she screams and attracts attention. He’s surprised because, instead of what he was expecting, she just smiled at him and bowed before walking away, leaving Wonwoo intrigued by the girl.

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Jeon Wonwoo

As the boys were having fun and taking pictures together, I stood at the side, capturing the moment, the scenery, the ambiance and simply just appreciating every little thing to make the most out of our vacation. We decided to spend the second half of our break together here at Europe, it's our second day just roaming around and we found a park with a really nice landscape which the boys loved, hence the photoshoot and the chaos beside me.

The city wasn't busy, but there was still quite a number of people walking around. So far no one has recognized us yet, which we're thankful for, but it doesn't mean we're not careful. My roaming gaze stopped when my eyes met another from the other side of the park. The voice at the back of my head telling me I've gazed at the brown eyes behind those glasses before. The Carat bong keyring on her bag caught my attention, allowing me to recognize her as a CARAT and the moment her eyes flashed with recognition, I internally panicked. As much as I love CARAT, my overthinking mind immediately assumed she was going to scream and give away our location. Just as I was about to warn the boys, just in case, her eyes turned into crescents. She smiled and bowed for a few seconds before straightening her back and walking away, as if she didn't just see me. For a second, I froze, then I was running, the shouts of the members came deaf on my ears as I widened our distance.

Park Aeri

I hummed, feeling satisfied with the work I've finished. Downing the rest of my coffee, I thanked the staff before leaving the café I was staying on. I've been traveling around different countries and cities for the past 3 months, to wherever my feet would bring me. It was a dream I always wanted to do and now I am able to. Now, I'm breathing in the streets of Europe with a giddy feeling in my chest.

The park became my favorite place after spending almost a week here. It was peaceful, and calming, especially at night, when I first discovered it for the first time. Not only was it beautiful, but it was just next to the hotel I was staying at. A quaint café just beside it and a pizzeria 3 blocks away from it and they sold one of the best cheese pizzas I've ever had, so of course, I fell in love.

The sun was starting to set, so I began walking to the pizzeria to order take out when I made eye contact with a man several feet away from me. He had a mask and a cap and was wearing a long coat, his attire almost all black from head to toe. I almost gasped when I realized it was my bias, I have enough photos of him in my phone to recognize even a strand of his hair. Well not really, but you get the point. I almost forgot they were on a break, I'm glad they finally have time to relax and enjoy. So, with a smile and a bow, I left them to their privacy, a feeling of contentment fluttering in my chest despite being a few feet away from them.

I was almost at my destination when footsteps caught my attention. I turned around to see him running towards my direction. Confused, I stepped aside to let him pass, only to have him stop in front of me, hands gripping my shoulders as he hunched, to catch his breath.

In all my years studying at school, none of my teachers ever taught me what to do when your bias suddenly runs to you, holds your shoulders in a tight grip and breathes the same oxygen as you for standing too close. Oh my gosh, please let me go so I can google how to breathe. Spare me, please, I just wanted my pizza.

Multiple footsteps echoed soon after, the rest of the members catching up with their bandmate who paid them no mind. Some of the members looking at me questioningly but I could only respond with a confused shrug. I'm just as clueless as them.

Finally, Jeon Wonwoo raised his head, stepping closer to me, making me step back, as much as I didn't want to. I wanted to ask him if he was alright, but he spoke before I could. His words confusing me.

"Nosy?"

...

"Excuse me? All I wanted to do was get my pizza and go home, why am I the nosy one?"

"T-that's not what I meant!" The rapper exclaimed, fumbling with his words as me and the rest of his members watched the rare sight. He huffed, still out of breath, "Are you Nosy? Like the person?"

I merely answered him with an unimpressed stare. Woozi facepalming from my peripheral vision, I don't blame him.

"Okay hyung, what is this about? Do you know each other?" Mingyu asked, turning to me without waiting for Wonwoo to answer, where for the nth time, I shrugged again, "I honestly have no idea what's happening right now, I know him as Jeon Wonwoo of SEVENTEEN, but personally, no I don't. I'm just as confused as the rest of you."

Upon hearing my response, the deep-voiced member faltered. Eyebrows furrowing in mixed confusion and frustration. He narrowed his eyes before his expression returned normal.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I must've mistaken you for someone." He apologized, bowing a bit then gesturing to the pizzeria, "You were going to enter?"

Still confused with his sudden dismissal of the issue, I nodded to his question.

"Okay then, would you like to eat with us?"

Jeon Wonwoo

I remained silent during the whole dinner, simply watching and listening as the others ask and get to know her, curious about meeting a fellow Korean in the middle of Europe. But most probably curious as to why I chased after her.

I leaned forwards a bit, also curious about her occupation just as Hansol asked.

"I'm curious too Noona, you must be really rich to be able to travel like this." Seungkwan added.

"You don't need to call me noona, I'm a 98' liner too and I'm just a freelance graphic designer and Webtoon author and I just also happened to work at my friend's restaurant, that's why I earn so much."

Srungkwan beamed, clapping in his seat, "Oh! Another 98' liner! Which month are you?"

"April."

"Aw, I still have to call you noona"

Dino sulked but my lips quirked up at the small confirmation I needed.

My Nosy Aeri was born on April too. I just have to make her remember.

Time for Gifts! Minerva hummed idly as she presents Isabelle with a necklace alongside a rather stylish bracelet. She also got her some perfumes that smell of fruits, like peaches and strawberries! For Elise, Karma got her some adorable and well-sized PJs that look very cute! She also got her a vast collection of Belgian Chocolates too! Goat!Sonia, wanting to impress Toriel, had made her a card and further more took the charge to make the Christmas feast for them both to enjoy! A gift of more action than not but one she felt properly pampered her beloved. Natsuki got Sayori a collection of specially made cupcakes and chocolate cake. As something more permeant, she got her a plushie from an anime she knew the peach-haired girl liked! Alongside all that, Christmas would be spent together too! Rivet, despite being aware this was not blog for Lailani, was still eager and thus is here with sunset-coloured Muumuu that would allow the girl something relaxing and flowing to rest in. A-and grow in. Justine and Caroline, plump wardens as they were, huffed as they presented Makoto with their gift. It was a mere collection of chocolate. Nothing grand but certainly something surprising from them. Haru would be here to present Ann with a bunch of new clothing, feeding equipment and a Christmas Buffet that would be fed into this fattening model! Leliana wasn't sure what to get the Dwarf so she got her a new large drinking stein and a new set of comfortable boots! Mahiru handed over to Hiyoko a collection of international gummy sweets and a photo album that contained pictures of her and the spoiled Empress over the last year. How sweet~ Sijo got Moeka some new clothing given the shut-in nature to outgrow and wear her clothing until dirty. She also got her a new phone and some collectibles. Fluttershy got Rarity an adorable hat she felt the other would just adore along with some Spa day tickets for them both, since the holiday season was so busy, they needed to relax. In another timeline, Twilight would also get Rarity a collection of new jewellery using a variety of gems to match the girl's variety of fashion!

"Ahh~! Miss Minerva! This is fantastic! I'll always wear them!" Isabelle is over the moon with her gifts, getting a preview of her perfumes and adorning her chunky self with her boss's gifts while her tail breaks new records in wagging speed! -

"Oh wow! These are DELICIOUS! And how did you know I needed new nightgowns? Is it because I'm really stretching my old ones~? Ehehe!" Elise couldn't help but stuff her chubby cheeks full of her dragon girlfriend's offerings while she marveled at how comfy these new pajamas were~! -

"My dear... my sweetest Sonia. Come here and let me hold you for this... I'm sure its all very delicious and this old goat positively adores you for the lengths you've gone to..." Sonia would be embraced by the warm goat momma, her soft fur and abundant fat making them the perfect cuddlebug this season~

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"Natsuki these are amazing! AH I'm gonna cuddle the stuffing out of you, I love you so much!" Sayori could hardly contain herself, hugging the plushie and her plush girlfriend both as hard as she could as she imagined how perfect this break would be with her! -

"Y-You really got something this nice for me...? Ahh... T-Thank you! I can't believe it... uhm... I think its high time I did this... close your eyes." And so the chubby polynesian sweetheart would take Rivet's hands and smooch her on the lips, only to hide her blushing cheeks and retreat back, giggling. "W-We've been dating for a while... you're so sweet, I figured you really deserved it!" -

"I-I... thank you! I can't say I was... expecting this. Thank you both. Uhm... its funny, I was actually 'just' craving some... so this was perfect!" While her... 'arrangement' with the twins was certainly strange, affection and care could be seen between all of them.

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"God Haru... I-I'm gonna be able to fit in those after right?... R-Right?" Despite Ann's visible worry, she wouldn't have Haru's goft any other way. Willingly submitting to the feast presented and all the fun new ways her feeder girlfriend could deliver it...

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Lady Aeducan was quite pleased with her surface wife's gifts, a girl could never have enough boots 'or' steins. And drinking out of this one would make the ale all the better~ -

Her shortstack slob would be happy as could be to go over her gluttonous journey while enjoying every little morsel of sugar her photographer girlfriend got her. An empress needed plenty! -

"... F-For... for me...?" She hardly expected any gifts, let alone so many. Being with Sijo was gift enough... and now she's all teary eyed. Many hugs and quiet admissions of love and loyalty from the ginger tubster to her huge assed lover. -

"Fluttershy my sweet this is a lovely gift, and I wouldn't dream of a spa day without you! After all, everything is so much better with you by my side, darling~!"

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" These jewels dear... they're exemplary! Just like the love you have for me. And the love I hope to reciprocate with every bit of pampering I have for you tonight!" And with that, many a wonderful gift was recieved with love~! Thanks a bunch friend for our ships and this ask

Chapter Seven: Matthew 11:28

Monday

Word quickly spread across Blackwell Academy of (Y/n)'s affair. Thanks to Victoria Chase, (Y/n) was outcasted and ashamed by all who caught wind of his ostensible unfaithfulness. For the rest of that Sunday, Kate had been holed up in her room, bawling her eyes out over the scene that replayed in her head as if it were taunting her, manipulating her to relieve herself of her pain in a way she thought of many times on multiple occasions.

Nobody was allowed to see or visit Kate for the majority of the day except during her classes which was where she spent as little time focusing on her classes as she could. People were quick to point out her depression to not only their friends but also her, but not through harassment despite what Kate expected. Instead, their focus on bullying turned to (Y/n), surprisingly enough, who disagreed strongly against their accusations of unfaithfulness.

Dark clouds loomed over Arcadia Bay where the morbid appearance would surely bring rainfall later that day. Max Caulfield had been spending time with a dear friend of hers, in which her lack of awareness of Kate's predicament remained oblivious. Since Max didn't have a photography class until later that day, she spend what remained of fourth period with one of her most faithful and dedicated friends, Warren.

She didn't spend much time with him, but when Warren slipped in not-so-subtly the controversy spread throughout Blackwell Academy, it deeply concerned her. Not even five full minutes in Warren's science class and Max made her way to her photography class where she noticed everyone's presence - everyone but (Y/n) and poor, dear Kate Marsh. Out of the corner of her eye, Max happened to catch Kate being watched by David the security guard.

Max was very sceptical of his behaviour yet she was adamant on finding evidence against Nathan for his direct involvement in drugging Kate. David, however, she wanted gone. It began to pour outside but the rain wasn't fierce but just more than light. When Max tore her eyes away from Kate and David, the school bell rang and those who were in Mr Jefferson's class were asked to be seated while those who weren't were commanded to leave.

"Okay, I know you love me, but if you're not in this class, beat it. Everybody else, please sit down. We have a lot to cover today and so little time as usual. I see all the usual suspects here... anybody seen Kate Marsh? What about (Y/n) Donohue?" Mr Jefferson sang his voice out to his students.

Taylor Christensen raised her hand up and responded to Mr Jefferson. "I heard (Y/n) was snogging with Victoria yesterday outside her dorm. Kate Marsh saw everything so now she's probably running off crying."

"That doesn't answer my question, Taylor. I asked, 'where is Kate Marsh and where is (Y/n) Donohue?' Answer the question you are asked. I don't want to know what happened, I want to know what's happening right now."

"I think everybody's seen Kate Marsh by now," said Victoria who was busy pampering her lips.

"She's not feeling good." Taylor added.

"Sounds like you're giggling about a video gone viral. Maybe it involves a student, or a friend. I wonder how it would feel to have false images of yourself shot out all over the world for people to judge. Usually, people need something to judge so they never take a good look at themselves. We can thank reality TV for some of that. In the end, we can only blame ourselves for participating. Speaking of participation, there are a few souls her who have yet to enter a photo the contest. Like Max Caulfield, for example. Who I know can't wait to enter, right?"

Max tensed when she heard her name get called out by her teacher. Nobody bothered to look at her as it was always the same thing Mr Jefferson brought up almost every single lesson.

"I'm sure you read the syllabus like it was a Harry Potter book, so you must know today we're studying chiaroscuro - that beautiful word about the contrast between light and dark; the shadowplay that gives photography such... visual power. It's basic yin and yang. Black and white images are effective precisely because of their contrast. Although we don't technically see in monochr--"

Mr Jefferson was rudely interrupted by a boy with a rougher voice as he shouted at everybody in the room. "YO! Some crazy shit is going down at the dorm! Check it!"

"Zachary, do not come into my class like that ever again!"

Suddenly, a boy appeared in their class with news of something occurring at the dormitory. Everybody then proceeded to exit the classroom much to Mr Jefferson's ordering them to remain seated, but he quickly realised it all became hopeless and acknowledged their class dismissed early. In the pouring rain, everyone gathered outside the dormitory where they witnessed a shocking scene.

Kate Marsh was going to jump off the roof and kill herself.

She had her back to the crowd on the ground as she was involved in a heated argument with somebody hidden from sight. When Max caught Kate standing dangerously in the ledge of the roof, she knew she had to get up there and stop Kate before she killed herself. By reversing a few minutes, Max bought herself a bit of time to reach the the roof where she found (Y/n) attempting to calm her down and talk her away from the ledge.

"Don't come near me, (Y/n)! Seriously, don't come near me. I will jump!" Kate threatened with a trembling voice.

"Will you just listen to me?!" (Y/n) yelled.

"NO! I saw everything, (Y/n). I should've known you'd turn on me - just like everyone else has."

"You don't even know the whole story! Just step away from the ledge so I can explain everything. Please, Kate. Don't do this..."

"I'm living a nightmare and I can't wake up. I think it's better if I put myself to sleep for good."

"AND WHAT ABOUT ME?! I LOVE YOU KATE! I ALWAYS HAVE! VICTORIA CAME ONTO ME! JUST DON'T JUMP, GODDAMMIT! I need you..."

"You should have thought about that when you betrayed me, (Y/n)."

"KATE, STOP!! WAAIIITT!!"

Then, she jumped.

The audience gasped and cried when they saw Kate's body fly towards thee ground. Max couldn't bear to allow this to happen so she rewound time again but only to an extent where her head began to ache and blood ran down her nose. Kate was back on the roof with her back to Max and (Y/n) as their presence provoked Kate even more to want to jump.

"What are you doing here, Max? Stop! Don't either of you dare come near me. I'm serious. I will jump!" Kate cried hysterically as the rain mixed with her tears.

"Okay, okay. I'm right here. Kate, please..."

"Oh, Max. I know you want to help me. I love that you stepped up to David, but it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters. Life has shown me nothing is worth living for. Not for family, not for friends... and not even for love."

(Y/n)'s heart cracked at her words as if he'd been cut by a sharp, burning knife.

"You matter. And not just to me or (Y/n)." Max argued.

"I do want to believe that."

"Kate, your life is still yours. And we can help get through this together. Let me help."

Kate smiled weakly at Max but pointed accusingly at (Y/n). "I'm glad to hear you worry about me. That makes me feel better. But it can't excuse what he did to me!"

"What even happened yesterday? Victoria and Taylor said that you caught (Y/n) kissing Victoria."

It hurt Kate to have to keep bringing it up but if she were to find solace, she had to go through it again and again.

"Well, (Y/n) and I just got back from the lighthouse after our date. We went to my dorm but he said he wanted to go get something, and after a bit I went to go look for him." Kate answered with a heartbroken voice as she stared the brown-haired boy with hatred laced in her eyes. "But instead I found him locking lips with Victoria. He told me she came onto him, but after what I saw, I can't trust him ever again."

"Kate, I told you numerous times, she backed me against the wall and kissed me!" (Y/n) argued. "I would never do that to you! I poured my heart out to you, and now you just want to throw it all away when you won't even give me a chance to explain myself! All I wanted was to show you my photographs. That's why I ran back to my dorm. But I ran into Victoria when I hit the corner too sharply and all my photos scattered. She saw them and she started hitting on me and I couldn't do anything to stop her. Even if I did, she would've told the school that I harassed her or something. But this... this is not what I wanted. To hurt you was something I never want to do because I love you, Kate!"

Both girls were shocked at his confession as they stood in the rain. (Y/n) bowed his head so his chin was touching his chest, his fists clenched as he fell on his knees and then planted his hands on the wet floor. The resistance he put up in trying not to break down was commendable, but (Y/n) just couldn't hold it back anymore and sobbed.

"Please, Kate... please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

"You... you love me?"

(Y/n) sobbed hysterically as he looked up at her with red, teary eyes. "YES, I LOVE YOU! Just please come down from there!"

Conflict within Kate made her question jumping. She could see it as clear as day that (Y/n) still had feelings for her and nobody wouldn't go to such lengths if they were just using her. Kate's hazel eyes lingered on (Y/n) while Max still called for her to come down from the ledge and take her hand. Kate wanted to reach out and all she had to do was hold tightly.

Her hand subconsciously reached out for Max's as her body began to lean towards her and away from her demons when she stumbled and collapsed to the ground where Max caught her and hugged her before (Y/n) joined them. Max watched on as he and Kate went to hug one another, much to her relief. Still in arm's reach, (Y/n) and Kate stared into each other's eyes.

"I swear to you Kate, I don't like Victoria like that. I only have feelings for you. Only you." (Y/n) whispered with a trembling tone.

Kate sniffled and cracked a smile. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you, (Y/n). You're my one and only. I, I feel relieved to hear that you love me. I'm so glad I got you."

"Just please, please, please, don't ever pull that shit again."

"I promise."

(Y/n) chuckled. "Now I know why Garfield hates Mondays."

The two girls chuckled at his comment which lifted the tensity in the air. (Y/n) grabbed Kate and lifted them both up to their feet before making their way down with Max right behind them. Sirens wailed nearby, indicating that paramedics had been called onto the scene. (Y/n), Kate and Max were seen and photographed leaving the dormitory building. Max and (Y/n) weren't permitted to enter the ambulance except Kate and the medics who took her off to hospital.

I'm finding it entirely too frustrating that I can't get Blair's face in these previews lol. But anyhow. My lovely friend Martha @shinemade gave me the idea to give Blair some outfits that she'd wear in story mode, so I did my best! I don't really know if I ever want to RP with this account, but I'm in a bit of a writey mood so I wrote up some info about her outfits to go with the photos. I definitely don't expect anyone to read all this, but if you do indulge me, I'll... I dunno, thank you I guess? Maybe a lil kiss on the forehead if you want?

Bounty hunter - Blair and her ex girlfriend (coincidentally named Claire - I had forgotten her name when I was naming Blair, my bad) had made matching outfits to wear while running with the Doyle gang. Once Blair left the gang and one of the women ratted her and Claire out, leading lawmen to the couple in Tumbleweed and ultimately killing Claire, she ended up turning her once beloved outfit into one that was used to make a mockery of her former gang members when she captured Doyle and turned her in. Doing her best to disguise herself, she styles her hair differently and dawns a mask to hide her face - a trimmed bandanna with goggles in which she placed her prescription lenses so she can see properly.

Heavy coat - Despite growing up in the north, Blair despises the cold. However, she never turns down an opportunity to go up to the colder areas just so she can wear her giant, fluffy coat!

Formal - Blair reluctantly agreed to be Dutch's date on the Grand Korrigan. Unfortunately, she found herself alone most of the night. She had dolled herself up for what she felt was nothing, though she definitely had a lot of eyes on her that went unnoticed, given that she just drank and disassociated most of the night up until she realized that Dutch and the others had disappeared.

Relaxed - This is, admittedly, just my main outfit in RDO, though I fully believe that Blair would like to show a little skin when she's in a particularly chipper mood. She wears this when she feels sexy and confident, even though it often gets her comments such as "whore" and "harlot". When in this outfit, Blair is more likely to be seen at Smithfield's saloon so she can mingle, given that it's normally the more busy of the two saloons in Valentine.

Comfy - Blair takes great comfort in the huge shirt she "borrowed" (stole) from Charles. When she first got it, it was so big on her that she was damn near tripping on it, so she adjusted it so it's not so huge on her, but still plenty big. She only wears this outfit around camp, and generally doesn't care to be seen in it, but she'll wander around on days when she's feeling particularly cozy and doesn't want to change before leaving the confines of her tent.

"Bad day" dress - Blair wears this dress on days she just isn't in a good place, whether that be because someone made her feel like shit, she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or because Micah was in a particularly douchey mood and made her feel the same. Regardless, when her social battery is low and she doesn't want to deal with comments from rude people that believe women shouldn't be allowed to show skin in public, she wears this dress. Uncomfortable as it may be, she takes solace in the fact that she rarely receives negative attention while wearing it. She would often be seen with Kieran while wearing this. Without diving too much into her lore, she and Kieran have a history together, and they're practically siblings at this point. They take a lot of comfort in each other's company and Kieran will often accompany her when she's wearing her bad day dress, given that the presence of a man often reduces the gazes and comments from interested parties. Though she generally tries to avoid being seen, Blair can sometimes be found at Keane's saloon in Valentine when wearing this outfit, as opposed to Smithfield's, which tends to be more populated.

Work - Blair has a job at the tailor in Saint Denis, and can often be seen locking up in the evenings, though you might not know her at first glance. She works closely with customers, men being the majority of their clientele, and she quickly grew tired of the inappropriate comments made by young men as she tried to measure them for their custom attire. With the permission of her boss, she began to dress more masculine, binding her chest (what little there is, lol, she doesn't really have much in the way of boobs) and tucking her hair into a hat she definitely did not steal from Dutch. She will even disguise her voice to the best of her ability, doing her best to sound masculine. At worst, she just sounds like a young man with a cold, but if her voice is anything like mine, I'd say she's probably pretty good at sounding masculine if she really wants to.

the first opportunity !

while you’re enjoying the main festival activities, a man in a white-collared shirt approaches you. despite being dressed much more formally than any of the other music fest attendees, he doesn’t seem to have any shame or awkwardness, a casual confidence in his demeanor as he introduces himself.

“do you have a minute? i’m han chanhee. i work for studio delta, but not with jude who’s performing today. i’m a talent scout.” he hands you his business card and sure enough, it confirms everything he just said aloud. “we’re actually holding private auditions in a few weeks and were asked to invite anyone who we thought stood out in the crowd. you’re a good looking young person and if you’re here, you must like music. have you ever thought about becoming an artist before?”

he waits patiently for your response, a casual smile on his face as he watches you process everything he just said. there’s a hint of smugness to his expression, as if he feels like he’s doing you a favor by even talking to you. maybe he is; it’s not every day you get invited to audition at a major entertainment company.

“if you’re any good, we’ll want you as one of our trainees. you know our reputation, right? we’re creating artists, not just idols. if that’s something you’re up for, send me a message. my information is all there. we’ll look forward to seeing what you can do.”

chanhee takes a second to shake your hand and thank you for your time before he leaves, not wasting any time. he’s very efficient, but still polite.

OOC:

please post this section under a read more with the rest of the submission.

congratulations! your muse has been invited to audition for studio delta! auditions will take place on saturday, august 13th at the studio delta building. your muse will be instructed that check-in begins at 7am and no auditionees will be allowed in after it closes promptly at 8am. the check-in process involves filling out a form on an ipad which is essentially a performance resume, asking about any previous experience, training, or special skills along with basic information such as name, date of birth, email, address, phone number, height, and weight. each auditionee will also be assigned a number at check-in.

while not a public audition, the waiting room will be full of other teens and young adults who were recruited by studio delta talent scouts. ten hopefuls will be lead into the evaluation room at a time, with the next ten lined up by the door waiting for their turn. it can take anywhere from 10-30 minutes for the next group to be escorted into the room.

the first room the auditionees are taken to is a makeshift photography studio with a plain white backdrop. each hopeful will be given a quick camera test, a few profile shots snapped from different angles. the cameraman will direct your muse to smile, but not to pull any serious or crazy expressions.

both the photos and the forms that were filled out during check-in will be sent to the evaluators, who will meet the group of ten in the next room over.

once in front of the evaluators, each auditionee will have 60 seconds to impress the judges with a performance of their own choice. please note that background music will have to be prepared in advance; a staff member will ask for a USB or CD with the backtrack as you enter the room. if you did not prepare any, you’ll have to perform a capella. there is a video camera in the room recording every audition.

each auditionee will be expected to step forward and introduce themselves by name and number once its their turn. the judges may let you perform the entire 60 seconds or may cut you off early. after everyone in the room has performed, the evaluators may ask a few basic questions: why are you here? why do you want to be part of studio delta? can you explain or show this other talent you listed on your form? what do you think your greatest strength is? your greatest weakness?

once the evaluators are done with the group, they’ll be dismissed through a different door than the one they entered into. they’ll be thanked for coming by a staff member and told that the judges will consider their auditions carefully and they’ll be in touch once a decision is made. the auditionees will be escorted out of the building.

TASK:

please write a 300+ word solo about your muse’s audition. while you’re welcome to write about the entire process, please be sure to include what specifically your muse performed for the judges in their allotted 60 seconds. you can choose if they were cut off or allowed to perform it all.

please submit a link to your solo to the event blog once it’s complete. all solos are due no later than 11:59pm on saturday, august 20th.

[ 🌹 ]  𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖇𝖊-𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 !

*  𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊,  audition solo can be found here !!

while you’re enjoying the main festival activities, a man in a white-collared shirt approaches you. despite being dressed much more formally than any of the other music fest attendees, he doesn’t seem to have any shame or awkwardness, a casual confidence in his demeanor as he introduces himself.

“do you have a minute? i’m han chanhee. i work for studio delta, but not with jude who’s performing today. i’m a talent scout.” he hands you his business card and sure enough, it confirms everything he just said aloud. “we’re actually holding private auditions in a few weeks and were asked to invite anyone who we thought stood out in the crowd. you’re a good looking young person and if you’re here, you must like music. have you ever thought about becoming an artist before?”

he waits patiently for your response, a casual smile on his face as he watches you process everything he just said. there’s a hint of smugness to his expression, as if he feels like he’s doing you a favor by even talking to you. maybe he is; it’s not every day you get invited to audition at a major entertainment company.

“if you’re any good, we’ll want you as one of our trainees. you know our reputation, right? we’re creating artists, not just idols. if that’s something you’re up for, send me a message. my information is all there. we’ll look forward to seeing what you can do.”

chanhee takes a second to shake your hand and thank you for your time before he leaves, not wasting any time. he’s very efficient, but still polite.

OOC:

please post this section under a read more with the rest of the submission.

congratulations! your muse has been invited to audition for studio delta! auditions will take place on saturday, august 13th at the studio delta building. your muse will be instructed that check-in begins at 7am and no auditionees will be allowed in after it closes promptly at 8am. the check-in process involves filling out a form on an ipad which is essentially a performance resume, asking about any previous experience, training, or special skills along with basic information such as name, date of birth, email, address, phone number, height, and weight. each auditionee will also be assigned a number at check-in.

while not a public audition, the waiting room will be full of other teens and young adults who were recruited by studio delta talent scouts. ten hopefuls will be lead into the evaluation room at a time, with the next ten lined up by the door waiting for their turn. it can take anywhere from 10-30 minutes for the next group to be escorted into the room.

the first room the auditionees are taken to is a makeshift photography studio with a plain white backdrop. each hopeful will be given a quick camera test, a few profile shots snapped from different angles. the cameraman will direct your muse to smile, but not to pull any serious or crazy expressions.

both the photos and the forms that were filled out during check-in will be sent to the evaluators, who will meet the group of ten in the next room over.

once in front of the evaluators, each auditionee will have 60 seconds to impress the judges with a performance of their own choice. please note that background music will have to be prepared in advance; a staff member will ask for a USB or CD with the backtrack as you enter the room. if you did not prepare any, you’ll have to perform a capella. there is a video camera in the room recording every audition.

each auditionee will be expected to step forward and introduce themselves by name and number once its their turn. the judges may let you perform the entire 60 seconds or may cut you off early. after everyone in the room has performed, the evaluators may ask a few basic questions: why are you here? why do you want to be part of studio delta? can you explain or show this other talent you listed on your form? what do you think your greatest strength is? your greatest weakness?

once the evaluators are done with the group, they’ll be dismissed through a different door than the one they entered into. they’ll be thanked for coming by a staff member and told that the judges will consider their auditions carefully and they’ll be in touch once a decision is made. the auditionees will be escorted out of the building.

TASK:

please write a 300+ word solo about your muse’s audition. while you’re welcome to write about the entire process, please be sure to include what specifically your muse performed for the judges in their allotted 60 seconds. you can choose if they were cut off or allowed to perform it all.

please submit a link to your solo to the event blog once it’s complete. all solos are due no later than 11:59pm on saturday, august 20th.

@be-events

while you’re enjoying the main festival activities, a man in a white-collared shirt approaches you. despite being dressed much more formally than any of the other music fest attendees, he doesn’t seem to have any shame or awkwardness, a casual confidence in his demeanor as he introduces himself.

“do you have a minute? i’m han chanhee. i work for studio delta, but not with jude who’s performing today. i’m a talent scout.” he hands you his business card and sure enough, it confirms everything he just said aloud. “we’re actually holding private auditions in a few weeks and were asked to invite anyone who we thought stood out in the crowd. you’re a good looking young person and if you’re here, you must like music. have you ever thought about becoming an artist before?”

he waits patiently for your response, a casual smile on his face as he watches you process everything he just said. there’s a hint of smugness to his expression, as if he feels like he’s doing you a favor by even talking to you. maybe he is; it’s not every day you get invited to audition at a major entertainment company.

“if you’re any good, we’ll want you as one of our trainees. you know our reputation, right? we’re creating artists, not just idols. if that’s something you’re up for, send me a message. my information is all there. we’ll look forward to seeing what you can do.”

chanhee takes a second to shake your hand and thank you for your time before he leaves, not wasting any time. he’s very efficient, but still polite.

you’re shitting me, is on the tip of jinyoung’s tongue but he has the sense to keep the words to himself. a studio delta scout? in the middle of the music fest? paying attention to him? there’s a vain part of jinyoung that doesn’t think that he should be surprised —just look at him, he’s easily one of the best looking people at the festival— but not even he is that conceited. studio delta? really?? he almost can’t believe it.

he’s sure to thank the scout, han chanhee, for his time. he never in his wildest dreams thought he’d have a shot; his goals were always set on lime entertainment where he could at least get by with his dance skills, not considering himself the most creative person the way studio delta is known for.

still, he pockets the card carefully, knowing that he’ll be reaching out as soon as he can to send an email to schedule his audition. shit. he needs to come up with something to do at said audition. well, he has time to prepare. he has to admit, he’s looking forward to this.

OOC:

please post this section under a read more with the rest of the submission.

congratulations! your muse has been invited to audition for studio delta! auditions will take place on saturday, august 13th at the studio delta building. your muse will be instructed that check-in begins at 7am and no auditionees will be allowed in after it closes promptly at 8am. the check-in process involves filling out a form on an ipad which is essentially a performance resume, asking about any previous experience, training, or special skills along with basic information such as name, date of birth, email, address, phone number, height, and weight. each auditionee will also be assigned a number at check-in.

while not a public audition, the waiting room will be full of other teens and young adults who were recruited by studio delta talent scouts. ten hopefuls will be lead into the evaluation room at a time, with the next ten lined up by the door waiting for their turn. it can take anywhere from 10-30 minutes for the next group to be escorted into the room.

the first room the auditionees are taken to is a makeshift photography studio with a plain white backdrop. each hopeful will be given a quick camera test, a few profile shots snapped from different angles. the cameraman will direct your muse to smile, but not to pull any serious or crazy expressions.

both the photos and the forms that were filled out during check-in will be sent to the evaluators, who will meet the group of ten in the next room over.

once in front of the evaluators, each auditionee will have 60 seconds to impress the judges with a performance of their own choice. please note that background music will have to be prepared in advance; a staff member will ask for a USB or CD with the backtrack as you enter the room. if you did not prepare any, you’ll have to perform a capella. there is a video camera in the room recording every audition.

each auditionee will be expected to step forward and introduce themselves by name and number once its their turn. the judges may let you perform the entire 60 seconds or may cut you off early. after everyone in the room has performed, the evaluators may ask a few basic questions: why are you here? why do you want to be part of studio delta? can you explain or show this other talent you listed on your form? what do you think your greatest strength is? your greatest weakness?

once the evaluators are done with the group, they’ll be dismissed through a different door than the one they entered into. they’ll be thanked for coming by a staff member and told that the judges will consider their auditions carefully and they’ll be in touch once a decision is made. the auditionees will be escorted out of the building.

TASK:

please write a 300+ word solo about your muse’s audition. while you’re welcome to write about the entire process, please be sure to include what specifically your muse performed for the judges in their allotted 60 seconds. you can choose if they were cut off or allowed to perform it all.

please submit a link to your solo to the event blog once it’s complete. all solos are due no later than 11:59pm on saturday, august 20th.