Countless nights

Malleus x gn!reader

i felt like writing something super cute and lovey dovey and basic after listening to can't help falling in love by elvis presley so here we are lol😌🩷

this is nothing revolutionary that hasn't been done before just so much fluff you'll throw up a furball (made of fictional fluff) by the end

There are many a night which he spends thinking of you.

Lilia had told him about it, a long long time ago. How your chest would tighten, how your face would become warm, how your heart would flutter when gazing at the person you're in love with. But he never imagined that it could feel this amazing, this freeing, this beautiful.

There are many moments he thinks of on these nights...

You run up behind him, yelling the silly little nickname he's grown to love hearing fall from your lips.

He turns around, grinning at the sound of your voice. Truly, you are a sight for sore eyes. Your little furry companion is with you, too, dozing off in your arms.

"It's so nice to see you in the hallways for once." you realise that you mostly see him in front of your dorm when he randomly shows up. Because of that, you kinda forgot that he's also a student at the school and takes classes as well.

"Likewise. It's always a pleasure to see you." He didn't say anything presumptious, so why are you making that excited face all of a sudden? Now he feels giddy.

A silence falls between you.

"Ahaha... Um... I actually have no idea what to talk about... I kinda just ran to you after seeing you..." you admitted awkwardly.

That is... very comforting to hear. All you need is the sight of him to want to be by his side. The warm feeling spreading across his body is very welcome.

He wants to hear you say that sentence over and over, but greed is not a good quality to bear, so he'll settle with hearing it only once.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't mind listening to me talk? Do you happen to be partial to gargoyles?" He takes the opportunity to talk about the passion no one seems to share with him. He's fully expecting you to say no and change the topic, and he wouldn't blame you at all in some regard. He's well aware most humans don't take interest in something as specific as gargoyles.

"I never really thought much about them before. But sure, tell me about it." you actually look really interested, waiting for him to start.

He smiles.

Oh, he just can't help falling in love with you.

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"Did you hear about that new ice cream place that opened in town recently?"

When you asked him if he could spare 2 hours of his day just for the two of you yesterday, he was certainly not expecting you to open with this.

"Lilia told me you like ice cream, and I was pretty curious about the taste myself." you wonder to yourself if there's any funny flavours you wouldn't find in the human world. If so, you're definitely trying them out.

"So, uhhh... wanna go try it with me?"

You don't even realise how happy you've just made him. He has to hold back the wide smile that threatens to spread across his face.

"Hahaha, you're so strange... Though I certainly wouldn't mind." You seriously just want to... hang out with him? What a pleasant surprise, indeed. It makes his heart beat with excitement.

"Let's go!" you start running down the hill to get to town, excited to share ice cream with him.

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"Aw man, it's almost impossible to choose." you're contemplating between three different flavours at the moment.

"Shall I choose for you, then?" Malleus suggests. He already picked the flavour he wants and is waiting for you to make your choice. Not that he's annoyed by that. The longer you take, the more minutes he can spend by your side. How greedy of him.

"Go ahead." you sigh defeatedly. You're truly thankful he can put an end to the awkward situation of you just staring between 3 different flavours for like, 2 whole minutes now. You're creating a line behind you, no doubt.

"You should get the strawberry flavour." Malleus recalled a story of Lilia's in which he told him that strawberries are a symbol of love in a country he visited. He feels a bit cheeky, sneaking a subtle hint in like this.

"Uh, sure! I'll have one scoop of strawberry!" you raised an eyebrow slightly at his satisfied smile. Why is he smiling now, of all times?

If he's happy, you're happy, you suppose.

The two of you decided to walk around town while eating the ice cream. It was a nice change of scenery.

You were telling Malleus about a funny potionology mishap you had with Grim and Ace today when someone bumped into you, making you lose grip of the ice cream.

It fell splat on the ground, making it no longer edible.

"Oh come on..." you looked down at the wasted ice cream sadly. It was really good, too.

"I can return it to its original form, do not worry." Malleus suggested, already about to do it when you gently grabbed his wrist. His eyes widened slightly and a strange tightness enveloped his chest.

"No need. Just hanging out with you is enough. Enjoy the ice cream for the both of us." you're really fine with just watching him. He seems very happy when eating ice cream, which you can't get enough of.

"...If you wish." he felt his whole being warming up at your sweet words.

Oh, he just can't help falling in love with you.

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"Child of man. What is the meaning of this?" his expression darkens when he sees your fingers wrapped in bandages.

"Of wha- Oh, you mean my bandages? It's, uhhh, a bit embarrasing. And also a suprise." you hid your hands behind your back, not wanting him to worry about them too much.

"Tell me." he looked quite scary in this moment, almost like he was ready to kill. Is he really that worried over it? It kinda makes you feel giddy.

"It'll ruin the surprise, I'm just saying." you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. His terrifying gaze didn't falter however, so you gave up.

"Roses are really important symbols in Briar valley, so I've heard. So I kinda wanted to give you a hand-picked rose boquet for your birthday tommorow, but I was dumb and didn't use gloves to de-thorn the roses. So that's why my hands look like this." you still felt a little bad ruining the surprise, but giving Malleus peace of mind is much more important.

"Oh... So it was that, I see." Malleus still witheld a somewhat cold, scary expression. He can't stand to see you hurt, in any way. And knowing it was all for him makes him feel even worse.

Still... you wanted to make him happy so much that you willingly hurt yourself to see it happen. Warmth rushes to his face at the thought of you handing the boquet to him. That's quite a common way of confessing love among humans, is it not?

He can't wait for his birthday all of a sudden.

On these nights, he just can't help falling in love with you.

A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: Part III

❤︎ Drawing Credits: @lettaniko ❤︎

This is part three to A Weekend in Vienna. The love I’ve gotten on the first two parts has been so so so SO awesome! Thank you guys, y’all are making me feel a lot less anxious about sharing my writing, haha 🤗

♡ PART I 👉🏽 A WEEKEND IN VIENNA 🇦🇹

♡ PART II 👉🏽 A WEEKEND IN VIENNA: PART II 🇦🇹

TW: 18+, MDNI, heavy smut, mild sexting, mild asphyxiation, MDom, age gap relationship, dirty talk, female pronouns used, fingering, p in v, hair pulling 🤭, eye contact during seggs, size kink, quite a bit of German in this chapter

Word Count: 5129 // It is a HEFTY one guys 😅

Likes/Reblogs greatly appreciated 🥰

Enjoy! 💋

I woke up the following morning with a raging headache and thoughts that most certainly warrant a cold shower. My mind is clouded yet again with provocative thoughts of the large Austrian military man I had the pleasure of meeting yesterday, and how badly I wished to feel his lips against mine again. I could kiss that man all day and night, which appears to be part of what he seems to have in mind for me, amongst other things, as he so boldly pointed out last night. I hate that I have to spend my entire day anticipating our date later this evening, and I know Adrian is gonna have a billion and one questions about last night and what may have possibly happened between König and I. Sigh. I pulled the covers from my body and walked over to the window to open the curtains when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the bedroom door to find Adrian grinning from ear to ear with an extremely large bouquet of vibrant crimson coloured roses and an envelope in her hands. “What the hell?” I laughed. “Awww, did you get me flowers?” I teased.

“Haha, very funny.” She laughed. “I didn’t, but I have a feeling I may know who they’re from!” she shrieked excitedly as she handed me the flowers and the envelope, before skipping into my room and closing the door. “Chantelle” written quite beautifully in cursive painted across the front of the envelope. I set the flowers down on my bed and took a seat beside them as I opened the envelope. “Guten Morgen Schönheit,” it read.

“I just realized we never exchanged numbers, would love to hear from you before I see you tonight. I know roses are a bit typical, but they’re beautiful…not as beautiful as you, but close! Here is my number. Looking forward to seeing you again.

- König.”

Aw! I don’t think I can remember the last time a man bought me flowers, especially when it wasn’t necessary. He could have easily messaged Adrian for my number or have had her give me his, but I like that he put some thought and effort into it! I think I must’ve re-read the note at least 30 times, a goofy smile smeared across my face as I drowned out Adrian’s numerous questions. “Are you even listening to me?!” She asked as she shook my shoulder.

“Sorry,” I laughed. “What did you say?”

“What the hell happened last night?” She asked. See, I knew she wasn’t paying attention. “Soo…we kissed. Well, he kissed me.” I said as I felt my cheeks heating up, undoubtedly turning a bright shade of red as my mind replayed the moment we kissed by the bar rail. “How did I miss that?” She asked.

“You were sloshed.” I cackled as I watched her brows furrow. “You were glued to one of König’s friends pretty much the entire night, and telling the whole table these suuuuper elaborate stories, theatrical hand movements and all.” I continued, laughing harder as I recalled what she looked like while she spoke. “Fuck…yeah I don’t even remember getting home to be honest. I’m surprised I’m not sick right now, but I suspect it’s because I’m still kinda drunk.” She giggled. “So how was it?!? I need all the deets.”

“Incredible would be an understatement, that’s all I will say…I’m supposed to have dinner with him later tonight.”

“That’s my girl! I told you that man was into you.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “I know, Adri. He’s just…kinda intimidating. I’ve also never dated a man this much older than me.” The whole age gap thing doesn’t really bother me, it’s just different! Not even gonna lie, its a bit exciting…he’s probably very experienced, but considering I haven’t slept with very many people, I am a little worried about not meeting his expectations. I also feel like I’m reciprocating his interest in more than just sex, and that’s making me a little nervous as well. The last thing I would want is to develop strong feelings for someone who lives so many miles away. Even though we only hung out for a couple of hours at a crowded bar, in between all of the sexual tension was great conversation and a medley of common interests. In all honesty, he’s really just one big, giant, sexy dork. He’s funny, he’s intelligent and well spoken, and it seems he can also be a little shy at times too, but a part of me is hoping it’s just me that brings that out of him. “I mean, I get it, but don’t let any of that psych you out. Don’t overthink it, Chantelle.” Adrian said. “Text him! Or call him, he may be on the base right now actually. Tell him to tell Horangi I said Hi!” She laughed as she walked towards my room door. “Think I’m gonna grab a couple more hours of sleep.”

“No problem girl, you definitely need it.” I giggled.

I stared at my phone, the number from the note in the envelope typed into my contacts and saved under ‘König🙈💕’. My thumb loomed over the “Send Message” button. Why is this so hard? Maybe because I don’t know what I want to say to him. Obviously I would like to thank him for these gorgeous roses, because it was just so…cute! And even though I literally know he wants to hear from me, my heart is beating so fast it feels like it could literally burst right out of my chest. I began to type, “Good morning König, it completely slipped my mind that we didn’t have each other’s numbers, I appreciate you reaching out to give me yours. Thank you so much for the flowers, they are stunning 🙈 How is your day going so far?” I took a deep breath and hit send, damn near throwing my phone to the other side of the bed. I stared up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity before I heard my phone ding. I didn’t wanna look at first, for fear of it not being him and getting disappointed, but I sucked it up and reached across the bed for my phone. iMessage König🙈💕. I typed in my passcode and opened the message. “I’m glad you liked them, they reminded me of you 🙂🌹 I’m actually on the base at the moment, finished up a bit of training with a few recruits, now I’m just in my office taking care of some paperwork. How are you?” He texted. Below the text was a photo of him in what I assumed was his office, decked out in FULL tactical gear. I’ve seen military men in uniform many times before, but I’d never seen anything quite like this. This must be what Adrian was talking about before. His sniper hood — the black cloth that draped over his face underneath a helmet, eye black smudged around his blue orbs, the only part of his face that remained visible. I don’t quite know how to describe how I feel seeing this version of him for the first time, though it’s very reminiscent of how I felt the first time I saw him at the train station. It sure is a shocking sight. Definitely adds to the overall intimidation factor that comes with him as whole. I bet it does an amazing job at scaring off the opposing side. Hm. I never really thought I’d be into the whole ‘masked man’ thing, but seeing him like this is making me think otherwise. I can’t help but fantasize about being in that office with him right now. I can’t stop picturing myself underneath his desk with my fingers gently wrapped around his long, hard, throbbing cock, my tongue gliding over his leaking tip as he looks down at me. His mask and eye paint drawing emphasis to the look of absolute gratification in his stormy eyes, while his large fingers twist themselves up in my hair, pushing my lips further down around his shaft. My thighs clench together at the thought, desire seeping through my folds as I continue to look at the picture, relishing in the various naughty scenarios being conjured up in my mind. Oh, God why do I like this? “I hope my hood hasn’t scared you off 😅” he texted, immediately shaking me out of my trance. I figured I may as well send him a selfie back, but I began wondering if I should change out of my pyjamas — a large black Nirvana Tee and a pair of panties. Maybe I can have a little fun with this. I tapped on my camera app and posed, my shirt strategically pulled up a bit to give him a little sneak peak at the red thong currently nestled between my ass cheeks. “My day is just getting started! Your mask didn’t scare me at all…is it weird that I kinda like it? 😜🙈” I texted, sending the message along with the photo I’d just taken. “Maybe just a little hahaha, but I’m glad you like it. I’ll have to wear it for you in person sometime 😉” He texted back shortly after. “Do you sleep that way or did you put that on just for me?🤔😏” I giggled as I read the text, biting my lip as I thought of how to respond. It’s obvious that his military attire has lit a fire in my core, and I want him to know, but a little teasing never hurt anyone. “Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t usually wear anything at all to bed.” I responded.

“Oh is that so? ”

“Mhm…🙈”

“You’re very distracting, how am I supposed to get any of this work done now?”

“Me? Distracting? What ever do you mean? 🤨🤭”

“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, Maus, and it’s working.”

“What am I doing?”

“Making me want to drop everything to come keep you company in that bed, and give you a taste of what’s to come…I’d make sure you woke up with a smile on that gorgeous face jeden morgen.” Fuck.

“Yeah? And how would you do that?”

“Well first of all, I’m a hell of a cook, I’d make you whatever you’d like.”

“French toast?”

“With a nice side of the best bacon you’ve ever had, along with some fresh fruit 😋”

“Mmm…that sounds absolutely delightful!”

“After I’ve satisfied your tastebuds, I’ll make sure to satisfy you in every other way possible.”

“What else do you think would satisfy me?”

“A number of things, starting with slow passionate kisses…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of your lips, but I bet the ones between your legs are much sweeter. I’m dying to taste you.” My breath began to labour as I read his texts, warm slick seeping from my folds and through my panties as my fingers gently caress over my swollen clit. “How badly do you want me?”

“So bad I might rip through my cargo pants…” He sent another photo, only this one didn’t have his face — or rather eyes — in it. It wasn’t your typical ‘dick pic’, there was no nudity, but I certainly saw a lot. I stared, dumbfounded at the size of the print outlined beneath his cargo pants. I kinda figured it would be big, but I didn’t think it would be that big. I’ve never had anything that size but I got hot just thinking of taking it. Feeling him fill me up, pushing that boundary between pleasure and pain, fuck. I pulled my fingers from my panties, my juices coating them as I positioned my phone above them, capturing the strings of wetness connecting my index and middle fingers. “Komm und koste mich 💋” I sent along with the photo. “Schiße…maybe you might be the one who ends up being bad for my health 😂”

“Maybe neither of us is bad for the other…” A couple minutes of silence passed before I received another text. I figured he’d gotten caught up with work, or some…other kind of interference, but it appears he may have had something a little more serious on his mind. “I do think it is important to stress that as badly as I want you this way, it isn’t the only thing I want. I just want to make sure you know that I don’t just want your body, I want more than that.” He texted.

“What else do you want?” I replied.

“What I mentioned last night at the bar…to be able to come home to a woman as beautiful as you. I want you to be mine.”

7pm came a lot quicker than I’d expected it to. I guess it helps that König and I have been texting back and forth for pretty much the entire day. By the time he arrived to pick me up, I was ready to go. I decided to go with a black, mid length, form fitting off the shoulder dress, and a pair of strappy black heels. I styled my hair with my curling iron and parted it down the middle, before accessorizing with a pair of Diamond earrings, and my black faux snakeskin clutch. Makeup was perfect, not overbearing but not too light either, and then for the finishing touch, a few spritzes of Chanel’s Mademoiselle perfume. I damn near raced down the stairs, waving goodbye to Adrian and her aunt and uncle before walking out the door. Butterflies began to swarm about my stomach as he and I locked eyes, he was leaning against the front end of his car, fidgeting with his keys as he waited for me. He looks even better than usual — wearing a pair of medium wash denim jeans, a white crew neck shirt and a nice leather jacket. His hand outstretched to me as I approached him. I placed my hand in his as he gently pulled me in closer, placing his finger beneath my chin and tilting upward. “Hallo meine schatz,” he smiled as he leaned downward, placing his lips softly against my forehead. “Du siehst heute Abend sehr schön aus.” He whispered as he held my gaze.

“Dankeschön.” I said, biting my lip as he leaned forward to close the gap between our lips, his kiss dripping with longing and fervour. “Let’s get going, ja?” He breathed as his thumb gently grazed against my bottom lip. He quickly leaned back in for one more kiss before we got into the car. Ugh, I can’t get enough — and apparently, neither can he.

We arrived shortly thereafter at a very nice Italian restaurant. He pulled my chair out for me before taking his seat. It’s so sad that this is the first time I’m actually experiencing genuine chivalry, but men in North America do not behave this way. If anything, majority of the time it’s the complete opposite, but I won’t even get started on all that. The waiter placed menus in front of us both and filled our glasses with water, before departing as we looked over the menus. “Do you see anything that catches your eye yet?” He asked, a slight smirk appearing on his lips as his eyes peered up from behind his menu. “Maybe,” I began, fighting back a smile as I took a sip of my water. “How would you feel about a bottle of wine? Do you prefer red or white?” He asked.

“I do prefer white, but kinda in the mood for red wine tonight.

“Perfect!”

“Everything on this menu sounds incredible, but I think I’m gonna go with the Chicken Parmigiana with Linguine Pomodoro.”

“I think I’m going to go with the streak and veggies, been a long time since I’ve had a good steak.”

“Mmm that sounds yummy too, it’s definitely going to taste great with the red wine as well.”

“Oh definitely.” He smiled as he set his menu aside, his hand reaching for mine across the table, gently holding it in his as his thumb grazed against my fingers. I absolutely adore how affectionate he is. He is so different from the man I imagined he would be. While I’m sure there’s a side of him that is ruthless and aggressive, given his profession, he’s so sweet with me, and I have a feeling this is a side not very many get to see. He brought my hand up to his lips, planting soft little kisses along my fingers. “I can’t get over how beautiful you are.” He said “Ich könnte dich den ganzen Tag ansehen” he smiled, his cheeks adorning a faint shade of pink. Is he blushing? “Danke,” I blushed. “You look great tonight as well, the leather suits you.” I smirked.

“Oh what, this old thing?!?!” He said knowingly.

“Mhm, you know you look good, stop pretending you don’t.” I giggled.

“Hey, I admit to nothing.” He laughed as he raised both hands in defence. I laugh as the waiter returned to take our orders. “Are we ready to order?” He asked. “Ja,” König said. “Meine dame will have the chicken parmigiana and the linguine pasta, I will have the steak, medium, with a side of vegetables and mashed potatoes. May we also have a bottle of red wine please?” Something about him asserting dominance and placing my order for me had me clenching around nothing. I find it so incredibly sexy that he manages to remain refined and polite, all while also being stern. That tinge of aggression I see in him when he addresses others, and the attention he commands is exhilarating. As much as I can’t wait to eat, I’m yearning to be satiated in other ways that don’t involve food.

We remained at the restaurant for another 2 hours post dinner talking about everything and anything under the sun. I learned that he will soon be retiring from the army, enjoys fishing and hunting in his spare time, and collects vintage comic books. He’s a huge fan of all things classic rock and metal, but he also enjoys smooth jazz. He’s got a soft spot for cats and animals in general. He has a 5 year old black cat named Moritz, and adopted two German Shepherds for his base as pets. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I believe we both learned quite a bit about each other, and we both seemed to like what we learned. My nerves returned as we got into his car. What happens now? I’m really trying to decide what I’d like my next move to be. Should I go home, or should I go home with him? “Two days left before you go back, right?” He asked as he turned to me, a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Yes, unfortunately.” I sighed. “I wish I could stay longer, especially considering we’ve only just begun to get to know each other.”

“I also wish you could stay longer, but I assume you have a whole other life to get back to in Kanada” he sighed. “How do you feel about continuing to see each other, despite the distance?” I tried to contain my surprise as I pondered his question. I guess I never really thought he’d be interested in that, but it seems like every assumption I’ve made about König has proven to be incorrect thus far. Long distance relationships always make me uncomfortable, even though I’ve never been in one. Though I know it isn’t a relationship, at least not just yet, I do have my reservations about an arrangement such as this one. However, I do think I lucked out here. It’s not very often that you run into your dream guy on an impromptu weekend trip to Vienna. I think I’d be doing myself a disservice if I ended things on the basis of distance. “I still want to see you…I like where things are going.” I blushed, smiling as I saw excitement gleaming in his eyes. “I’m very happy to hear that.” He smiled as he leaned over to kiss me. “Sie werden es nicht bereuen, Maus.” He said lowly against my lips. I looked up at him, my heart beat picking up pace as we searched each other’s eyes. You could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife, and I think at this point the only logical option here is…I’m going home with him. “König,” I whispered.

“Yes?” He asked, gently resting his large hand over my thigh, causing a myriad of goosebumps to appear all over my body. “I’m not ready for the night to be over.” I said, a devious grin dancing on his lips as he started the car. “Would you like to come back home with me, Maus?” He asked, his hand gently gliding along my thigh, sliding upwards toward my core. “Yes.” I breathed as I reached over, pulling him down against my lips. It wasn’t long before what was meant to be a small peck turned into a full blown make out sesh, our tongues massaging against one another’s as his hand gently slipped beneath my dress. He pulled away, earnestly searching my expression for confirmation to go further. I nodded and pulled him back into me, moaning into the kiss as his calloused fingers approached my soaking wet folds. “Schiße…” he breathed as his fingers explored me through my panties, an array of tiny moans escaping my lips as his thumb rubbed against my swollen nub. His lips moved to my neck, softy sucking and biting along my sweet spots as he pulled my panties to the side. “Oh Maus,” he whispered, as he slowly inserted two of his fingers into my pussy. “You’re so tight…” he said as he began thrusting his fingers. “So fucking wet and I’ve barely even touched you yet.” He breathed against my lips, gently nipping at the bottom one as he pulled away and cupped my cheek. His expression riddled with satisfaction as he watched me squirm beneath his fingers. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes.” I moaned, as he pulled his fingers from my sopping wet cunt. “Good girl.” He praised, as he slowly pushed his fingers between my lips. I leaned forward, sucking my juices off of his fingers, my gaze never leaving his. “Mmm, that’s it liebe.” He said, indulging in the sight of me delighting in the nectar he’d procured from my folds. He grabbed hold of my chin and pulled me in for yet another kiss, but this one was different, it’s was needy and aggressive. His hand reached back down between my legs, his thumb resuming its slow and gentle dance over my swollen clit. “Such a beautiful little thing,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers reentering me, my head reflexively falling back as he massaged my g spot. “I can’t wait to pin your legs back and watch your toes curl as you take every inch of this cock.” He said, guiding my hand towards the large bulge in his jeans.

“Please König,” I begged. “I wanna feel you so bad.” My palm gently stroking against his hardness through his pants.

He smirked as his fingers slipped out of me, bringing them up to his lips and licking them clean. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined.” He said.

I slowly slipped the shoulders of my dress down my arms as König laid back on his bed, watching intently as my dress fell to the floor, my bra and panties following closely behind. He wandered about my curves through hooded eyes, drinking in every inch of me, his gaze growing dark as his bulge practically begged for release. I climbed on top of the bed and knelt beside him, unbuttoning his jeans as he reached for the hem, helping me slide them off and kicking them to the side. More than half of his hardened length lay erect against his stomach, peeking out from the waistband of his boxer briefs. Precum oozed from his blushing tip, droplets decorating the lower half of his stomach over his happy trail. I pulled down his boxers, jaw slack as I stared down at the entirety of his impressive length. “Fuck…” I said under my breath.

“Don’t worry, Maus. We’ll take it slow.” He reassured, clearly noticing the slight fear in my eyes. I nodded as I climbed a top his waist, straddling his hips as his hands began to squeeze and grope at my ass cheeks. We began to kiss, our bodies growing hot with anticipation, my hips gently grinding down, rubbing my engorged clit against his throbbing cock, covering him in the wetness spilling from my core. He wrapped his arm around my waist and flipped me onto my back, hovering over me as he planted rough, wet kisses along my neck and over my chest. His lips engulfing one of my nipples, as his hand clasped around the other, rolling my nipple between his finger tips. “Oh God…”I breathed heavily, my nipples growing hard and sensitive as he licked and sucked, gently biting and tugging on my nipple before switching sides. He began making his way down my stomach, kissing along my inner thighs before stopping to admire my needy cunt. “Such a beautiful pussy,” he muttered before hooking his arms beneath my legs, lifting me slightly off the bed as he pulled me into his face. “Fuck…” I moaned, quite loudly as his tongue engaged my nub, ferociously lapping and flicking against it as my hands grabbed hold of his bedsheets. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “You taste incredible…so fucking wet for me, meine Maus” he breathed, his breath hot against my folds as he darted his tongue inside me. “Fuck, König !” I exclaimed, the build of my impending climax growing more and more intense with each passing moment. “Let go for me, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” He growled. “Cum for me, Maus” adrenaline washed over me as I released, my orgasm pulsating through my body as he continued to suck on my hardened clit. His arms departed my legs as he lay flat and I attempted to catch my breath, three of his fingers entering my pussy, thrusting uncontrollably. My pussy squelched and clenched around his fingers as he began to curl upward, torturing my g spot as he continued to suck on my clit. “Oh König, you’re so good…I can’t,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum again, oh my god”

“That’s it, Maus.” He praised as a second orgasm washed over me, this one much more intense than the one prior. “Mmm, mein Got you taste so fucking good. Look at the mess that desperate little cunt of yours made.” He panted. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

“König, please.” I cried out, eyes hazy from the back to back euphoria my body just experienced. “Please fuck me.” I begged.

“You look so beautiful all dripping and spent.” he smirked as he leaned back onto his heels, grabbing his thick dick and sliding it up against my overstimulated clit. “I wanna hear you beg for it, Maus.” He smirked as he continued to tease my entrance with the head of his cock. “Auf Deutsch.” He said as he leaned over me, positioning himself by my entrance before leaning down to kiss me. “Bitte…” I stuttered. “Bitte fick mich, König.” I moaned as he slowly began pressing inward. “That’s what I like to hear.” He whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching as my eyes widened at the sensation of his girthy cock sliding into me little by little. “Mmmm.” We moaned in unison, his hand clasping around my neck as he gently thrusted deeper and deeper into me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Maus?” He asked as he bottomed out in me, his tip kissing my cervix. “For me to stretch out this pretty little tight cunt…destroy your cute little hole, Ja?”

“Yes.” I moaned, growing lightheaded as his grip on my neck tightened while he began to pick up the pace. “Yeah?” He moaned mockingly. “So tight, meine liebe…fuck you feel amazing.” He moaned against my lips. “You’re taking me so fucking well.” He growled, eyes piercing into me as he thrusted harder and faster.

“God König…you’re so fucking big.” I moaned. “Love the way you fill me up.”

“Mmmm, that’s my girl. You take it so well too, Maus.” He praised as he pulled my legs onto his shoulders, my moans growing louder and louder as he fucks me senseless. Obscene noises filling the air as my pussy gushes around his cock.“You’re such a good fucking girl for me.” He panted, swiftly pulling out of me and flipping me onto my stomach. He stood at the foot of the bed, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me towards him. I arched down, pushing my pussy down onto his cock as I looked back at him. His hand grabbed my hair, twisting it’s strands around his wrist as his other hand grabbed hold of my waist. He began to slam into me from behind, pulling me back against his chest by my hair. “God look at you,” he whispered. “So fucking cock drunk.” He breathed as his hand moved up from my waist to grab hold of one of my tits. My body begins to shake beneath his grip. “It’s so fucking good.” I moaned, tears stinging the corners of my eyes as he fucked my overstimulated cunt, shockwaves rumbling within my core as his cock twitched inside me, repeatedly caressing my cervix. My legs began to shake. “König I — I’m gonna cum” I cried out.

“Good.” He whispered as he spanked my ass. “I’m gonna cum with you…where do you want it?” He asked.

“My ass.” I moaned, my orgasm paralyzing me shortly after. He followed closely behind, whimpering as he quickly pulled out of me, his juices splattering all over my ass. He pulled my face towards his, placing a long tender kiss on my lips. “Du warst so gut.” He panted as he pressed his forehead against mine, cupping my cheek in his palm as we both tried to catch our breaths. I leaned forward and kissed him once more before he jogged over to his bathroom, bringing back a fresh towel and wiping his cum off of my ass. “Can I get you a glass of water, Maus?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind before kissing my cheek. “Sure.” I said as I smiled up at him.

That was incredible.

The Great Covid Beatles Binge, Day 2: Give My Regards to Broad Street

Hoo boy, here we go!

OK so we open with a stern/bored looking Paul stuck in traffic in the rain and it looks like he's spacing out... hey, Paul, are you starting to daydream? Paul? Is this whole movie about to be a dream, Paul? Oh god

This silly little car! The computer, the carpet, the pool ball gear shift. It's giving the 80's car version of the Beatles house in Help! It's also giving hyper-masculine in a way that is, I'm sorry, not convincing.

This plot is already deeply inscrutable. Something about some missing tapes, a reformed criminal that Paul knows somehow and trusts for some reason, and some ominous business men. Something bad will happen at midnight if the tapes aren't found. OK!

Ringo looks so cool and hot! That vest over that sick as hell dragon shirt. Yes. This scene is genuinely funny, too -- Ringo spends the entirety of "Here, There and Everywhere" and "Yesterday" searching through his mountains of drum equipment looking for brushes, only to find them too late. Apparently, the reason for this scene is that Ringo just didn't want to re-record old Beatles songs!

And now we have Paul, Ringo, George Martin and Geoff Emerick all together in a scene! Makes me think about how George Harrison apparently was a little miffed Paul didn't just call him to ask for filmmaking advice since it was something he had experience with. What could have been!

“Wanderlust” is such a great song, actually, damn.

“I’m not a bad boy, really. I’m just — er, manipulated” John??

Now this is more like it! Surprise Linda in drag, hell yes!

I don't know why this scene is happening? It's a rehearsal for... something? But I'll take it. I love "Ballroom Dancing" and I love vaudeville Paul.

I'm starting to feel like Paul's grandpa in AHDN, "so far, I've been in a train and a room, and a car and a room, and a room and a room." Did Paul's experience on that set define what a movie is to him? "Ah yes, a movie must include lots of transportation from one location to another and then some musical scenes." But dear, it worked because there were jokes! And all four of you to play off each other.

I.......... what

This is Silly Love Songs, of all things!

Again, I don't know why this scene is happening in the context of the movie. Is it another rehearsal for something? A music video? Television special? Who knows, Yoko! But OK here we go, I sure am having fun! Linda is extremely into it. That slap bass kills. There's a Michael Jackson impersonator for some reason? Sure! It makes no sense but I love this man and his bizarre beautiful mind.

So now we're doing band rehearsal in some kind of barn? Or abandoned warehouse? Or something? All of the plot of this movie seems to happen in dialog in cars en route to some ambiguous musical engagement.

“Do you think we can get some heat in here or are we practicing to be Canadians?” God bless you, Ringo.

“Should we try Not Such a Bad Boy” “Do we have to?” “Yeah” Bossy Paul bosses around a Beatle, we love to see it.

Is this song about him or John? 

The French horn player coming in late to record "For No One," inexplicably in a bright red motorcycle helmet, so late that he’s preparing up until right before the solo starts. Reminds me of that story of Ringo recording Hey Jude. But it also feels very symbolic of something. There are so many odd inscrutable details in this movie, it could almost be Lynchian in someone else's hands.

“We’re running, and running out of time too” It feels meaningful but I don't know how.

Hello Mr. Darcy! Wow, can I have an entire movie that’s just this Victorian dream sequence? Can we go back in time and do a Beatles movie period piece, please??

The strings in this which are inspired by but are not quite "Eleanor Rigby" are lovely. Apparently this whole sequence is called "Eleanor's Dream," which implies that Paul is Eleanor. Make of that what you will, I suppose.

I like that Linda is a pants-wearing photographer in this period scene. Linda's gotta Linda.

This strikes me as very Evil Beatles. Again, make of that what you will.

Barbara and Linda are acting the HELL out of this going over the waterfall scene damn.

I don't know, I could screen grab this entire segment, it's amazing, it's insane.

But I can't gloss over Paul being horny for Ghost Horse Girl Linda. Incredible.

"That’s it you’re finished. What are you gonna do now?" Well ok at least this one is pretty obviously a reference to the critical reception of his career after the Beatles and again after John.

"Uncle Jim" Ok so I guess this is supposed to be his dad, but what is the point of this scene? And why the monkey? The further I get into this film the more I feel like I am looking deep into this man's psyche but through the murkiest of windows. I'm here for the weird dream symbolism, Paul, but if you're gonna go that route, again go full Lynch and get even weirder.

Just the straight up original recording of "Band on the Run" feels out of place with all these re-records. I wonder why that choice.

His car license plate is "PM 1" That's right, baby, you're number 1.

Another little cute but inconsequential day dream (presumably within the dream that is this entire movie). He looks like Roy Orbison here.

Oh ok Harry was just locked in a cupboard this whole time. So the whole "plot" was pointless. Cool cool cool.

Paul and Harry being giddy and laughing together is cute though, and it makes me wish that that relationship was fleshed out more. Who are they to each other, exactly??

Yup it was all a dream. Love it, love that for us. Thanks, Paul.

OK so this was definitely barely a movie. There could have been something here, but I'll go back to what I said above -- I wish he'd gone weirder with the whole thing! And I wish Paul himself had been weirder. The character Paul is kind of a dud, just plodding along from place to place and only coming alive when he performs. It's like that Hawaiian shirt is supposed to be a stand in for characterization. But worth it for the music video scenes and for getting a tiny glimpse into Paul's psyche.

Hi there !

I just came here to say that I read the entirety of the Night Market yesterday. Before my final exam. Instead of studying. A wonderful decision, really.

More seriously, I need to say this : this. This is a work of art. This shook me to my core. The way you describe everything is wonderful. And the story. The characters. Oh my god the world you created is so full and complex and you can see so much of your love for it through the writing, and it's not a perfect world, nowhere near it, but the characters in this world care and it's enough. The main cast, no, everyone really, is so human. So likable (except some obvious villains, whom are still incredibly interesting in their motivations, and also their madness the Lord of Dolls is an incredible example of this), so full of mistakes, with backstories so complex and unique, and I want to hug them because they need it but also slap some of them because they're so dumb *cough* Milo *cough*, which, I think, shows a lot about how well written a character is.

Now, onto the spoilers and the last chapters. I'm screaming. So so so not okay right now. I swear I ended the last chapter, read the last word, and went "how the fuck am I supposed to go to my exam tomorrow and be normal about this ???". Like. The way each plot twist was for me unexpected but shed light on so much stuff. Like, wow. Every bit that I was like "oh wait that's genius". One thing, even. In one chapter, when MC says to Milo "I hate them. The one who brought me there." and Milo had a strange reaction I said "oh imagine if he's the one who brought us there haha that would be fun". Let me tell you I wasn't laughing later on in chapter 11 after discovering that this funny thought, fastly forgotten because hey, I was never great at theories, this funny thought WAS THE GOOD ONE.

You are so so so so so so talented and I love your universe and everything and I'm destroyed in the best way possible and you gave me so much motivation about working on my own book and I will buy it I will buy the full game I will buy every one of your games just take my money. This is incredible. You are incredible.

Thank you so much for Night Market. I will read it again (because I don't have anymore exam ha). And sorry for the long rant, but I really needed to share how much I loved your if, and your writing ! Also sorry if any of this sounds strange, english isn't my first language !

With that, I hope you have a nice day/evening/night ! Take care of yourself !

I hope your exams went amazing!!! I do not miss those years. LOL

First off, thank you thank you thank you! The gushing was what I needed to sign on to. I always get so excited when readers get what I've been trying to convey. These flawed characters, all of which have lives and a past, are so very important to me. I know the typical way to do things is to write a story revolving around the MC but I would much rather write a story where MC goes and just experiences the world and the people in it.

As for being fooled by Milo, someone on discord put it great. You are blind to the ones you love. The truth of Milo has been laid out for some time. From chapter one, really. But, it was hard to see because of the kind of person he is. I am so excited to explore that in book 2.

Thank you for spending the time to write all this out. It has filled me with all the warm love. :)

And as for the Dollmaker? He will be a "villain" we will be seeing more of.

Reverse Birthday Surprise - cc!Georgenotfound x gn!reader

Genre - friends to lovers, Minecraft based

Warnings - language

Word count - 1647

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEORGE! It’s the king’s birthday and he deserves the best day ever 😤 it’s also my birthday tomorrow (or today for me ig lmao idk it’s the 2nd) so I won’t be working on anything for the day. From here on out, I’ll probably try and get a good few imagines either completed or a good way through before uploading so bare with me!

- 🌙

Yesterday was Halloween, meaning that today was November 1st. To anyone else it would seem like your regular run of the mill day, however, to you it was George’s birthday! You’d been working with Tina for a week trying to get him something special, something memorable. This was especially difficult because not only does he not really like receiving presents, but you also had a crush on him.

During a Discord call one day, Tina had the brilliant suggestion of going along the same lines as Sapnap and Dream. You knew they were planning to do something for him on the server for his birthday stream, so what better way to do something for him but not give yourself away. The next hour was spent scheming the perfect surprise for George.

It was decided that after his stream, you would lead George to a minecart ride which would travel through a showcase of memorable moments you’d had with George since befriending him. Tina helped you pick about 6 special times in your friendship (making sure to include your other friends to avoid awkward conversations) including when you first met on the server, building his house during the war together which was when you first properly hung out together alone and meeting him at Twitchcon Amsterdam for the first time along with Quackity and Karl. 

George had just replied to your message telling him you had something to show him, he said he was still streaming so you could join the call with the Dream Team. This made you more nervous because you were expecting it to just be you and George, however, you were also a little relieved because there would be others there to interact with other than George. 

12 minutes later you receive another message from George telling you he had ended his stream and to join the group vc. You briefly prepare by both taking a few deep breaths and sending a panicked voice note of you screaming to Tina before pressing the join button. 

“Happy birthday, George! How was your stream?” your entrance is met with an enthusiastic greeting from Dream and Sapnap which you return after greeting George. 

“Thank you, it was good other than Dream being disgusting” you laugh at the expected behaviour of your mutual friend before the curiosity gets the better of you. 

“Oh god, what’d he do this time?” right on cue, Dream lets out one of his iconic wheezes also setting of Sapnap. You swear you can see George roll his eyes. 

“He took me all the way out to a stupid mesa biome for one dumb joke. He’s an idiot” Dream somehow wheezes louder at the name calling while Sapnap chimes in. 

“When we got to the mesa biome, Dream asked George what surrounded us-” you were yet to see what the supposed joke was but you were kind of interested to find out. 

“-which of course it’s a mesa biome right? So George says clay. Dream answers saying it’s hardened clay and then logs off” the combination of Sapnap telling the story laughing slightly, George’s obvious annoyance and Dream’s background wheezing causes you to also burst into laughter. 

“Really y/n? It wasn’t that funny” George’s actions contradict his words as he’s also started giggling by this point. After calming down you clear your throat while logging onto the server. After getting their coords from the boys, you go to meet up with them.

“So, uh, I made something for you, George. I know you’re not really one for presents but I wanted to do something so I made something instead. If you’ll just follow me” you speak once they enter your field of vision. The three of them follow and you take them out the main area and near to where your house resides. 

You lead them to the entrance of the ride before turning your character to face them. Your palms start to get clammy and you try not to let your nervousness show in your voice. You just really hoped he liked it. 

“I’m going to need everyone to grab a minecart from the chest on your right, and let George and I go first so I can explain it” George goes to grab a minecart and you follow suit, Dream and Sapnap following behind you. 

Your nerves skyrocket the second he puts the minecart on the rail. After getting confirmation he could go, you saw him push forward and start the ride. Immediately after you see him move, you also push forward, ready to explain the different pictures. 

“This first area are from my stream when I first joined the server and met you soon after. The whole idea of this ride is that I show you moments that I think are important to our friendship” Dream lets out an aww and you clap back. 

“At least it’s better than hardened clay” George and Sapnap laugh at Dream’s ‘what the fuck’ before getting out of the minecarts and taking a closer look at the picture. You and Dream remain in yours long enough to have a quick discord exchange.

‘you’re such a simp’ you roll your eyes before replying to Dream.

‘says you, you stupid simp’ you hear him scoff in the vc before you receive a reply. 

‘you’re the one in love with him. now tell him.’ you send him one last message before seeing that George and Sapnap have gotten back in their carts. 

‘fuck off, there’s literally no way i’m ever telling him’. You speak in the vc again. 

“Okay so the next section is when I consider to be the first time I think we really became good friends” you make sure the four of you enter the next section before elaborating, ensuring you don’t spoil anything. 

“When we built my house instead of fighting in the war?” he chuckles slightly before exploring again. You hum in reply before he speaks again. 

“I remember this being the first time you and I hung out just the two of us” you confirm his thoughts. After a few more minutes in this section, you all decide to move to the next one. The next rooms are pretty uneventful, until you get to the last one.

“Is this Twitcon Amsterdam?” Sapnap is the one to identify the theme this time.

“Shut up Sapnap” George is clearly annoyed and Sapnap ruining his birthday surprise. Sapnap scoffs while Dream wheezes again.

“Oooh someone’s protective over the special moments with their partner” Dream’s teasing brings a rush of heat to your face and you face palm silently. You should have known by the earlier Discord messages that he wasn’t gonna let anything slide.

“Whatever Dream” George tries not to show it, but he’s definitely affected somehow by Dream’s words. It’s not quite annoyance, however, you’re unable to place it.

“Anyway, Twitcon Amsterdam!” You bring their attention back to the room and watch as they look around, giving Sapnap and Dream an insight to your trip since they weren’t there.

Sapnap approaches the picture that was taken by a viewer when you met George for the first time in person. The picture shows you and George in the middle of a hug several seconds after meeting.

“I bet you wish you could hug y/n again, huh, George?” Sapnap’s teasing tone elicits a laugh from Dream and a sigh from you.

“What if I do?” You swear your jaw dropped to the floor at that remark. The dead silence in the call told you neither Sapnap nor Dream expected that either.

“Well- I mean hugs are nice” your reply caused George to laugh. Although you wish you would’ve said anything else, his laugh made it worth potentially embarrassing yourself.

“If you’re going to hug them again then you might as well kiss them” you have no idea what is even going on anymore at this point. Your surprise for George has taken the most unexpected twist and it’s making your head spin.

“Okay what the fuck is going on?” You’ve reached the point where you just wanna be put out of your misery.

“We’re witnessing a modern day love story” Sapnap’s answer further complicates the situation and you’re convinced George is never going to speak to you again.

“George for the love of god, please tell them you like them because otherwise this is going to drag on forever” Your head is resting firmly on your desk now, and you’re sending Tina a text to let her know your life is over and he’s never going to speak to you again. Your phone vibrates and you look to see a message from Tina containing a load of question marks and then a follow up of ‘i’m sure that’s not true!! it’ll be okay, call me soon’.

“Y/n?” You’re brought back to the situation at hand by George calling your name. You’re not sure how long you zoned out for but Tina had calmed your nerves slightly.

“Uh- sorry, what’s up?” You try to sound attentive and not like you’re losing the last of your dignity.

“I was saying that I like you and I’d like to go out sometime” your emotions had gone on their own ride throughout the evening and it’s at this point you realise Dream and Sapnap had left. They were probably leaving you two to deal with the aftermath of their shenanigans.

“I- really?” Here you are, on George’s birthday, and he’s the one who ends up surprising you.

“Yes, really” his giggle pulls you out of your own head and you try to formulate a better response.

“Of course. That’s the reason I put this whole thing together. Because you’re special to me”

The two of you spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company before falling asleep on call. You’d never been so thankful for your friends being snitches.

I Wanna Dance with Somebody Chapter 6

TITLE: I Wanna Dance with Somebody Chapter 6 PAIRING: Willard/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: 6/? SUMMARY: Molly has just moved to Bomont with her older brother Ren after the death of their mother. Where Ren gets into trouble, Molly tries to remain invisible. That is until an awkward country boy tries to befriend her. Can Willard help her regain the confidence she lost? And more importantly, will he help her to dance again?

[A/N - Willard drives a Ford Bronco (totally not because of Rooster) and no one can tell me differently. This chapter also contains discussions of suicide attempts and depression.]

The next afternoon, Molly walked out to the school parking lot and panicked when she didn’t see Ren’s car. She pulled out her phone to see if she had missed a call or text from her brother but there was nothing.

How was she supposed to get home now? She guessed she could walk, but it would be dark by the time she got home.

A beat-up Ford Bronco pulled up in front of her.

“Need a ride?” Willard asked.

Molly nodded.

Willard got out and ran over to the passenger side door. “Can I…?” He reached for her waist and Molly nodded. Willard effortlessly picked her up and set her on the truck seat.

Molly tried not to blush at how strong he was.

He probably helped out on his family’s farm or something like that. Willard climbed back into the driver’s seat and started to pull out of the school parking lot. “You want me to drop you at home?” Willard asked her.

Molly looked over at him and shook her head.

“Where do you wanna go?”

She shrugged.

Willard smiled. “I know where we can go.”

They drove down a dirt road until they came to a gate.

Willard got out and opened it before climbing back into the truck.

There was a barn and a tractor in the distance.

Willard parked the truck and helped Molly out. He walked over to the tractor and started climbing up. “You ever been on a tractor, darlin’?” Willard asked.

Molly shook her head. “Well climb on up.”

Molly climbed up the steps with Willard’s help.

“Better hold onto something,” he told her. He turned the key and hit the gas pedal.

Molly yelped as they started moving and threw her arms around Willard’s neck.

Willard laughed as he drove the tractor towards the barn. He parked it in front of the doors and they climbed down. “I like to go here to think,” he told her.

They went inside the barn and up to the hayloft.

Willard walked over to an ice chest and pulled out two sodas. “They may be a little warm. Sorry.”

Molly took one from him and took a sip.

“One of these days I’m gonna get you to eat in front of me.” Willard sat down next to her, telling her about football practice and funny stories about Woody until his voice became serious.

“Yesterday at the track…you um…you yelled your brother’s name,” Willard told her, “I don’t know if you realized you did it.”

Molly shook her head, playing the tab on her soda can. She’d apparently talked in front of him without knowing it, so it shouldn’t be hard just talking to him right? “Was scared.”

Her voice was soft, but Willard heard it. He smiled. “You talked to me!”

Molly blushed, resisting the urge to chew on her hoodie so she played with her cuffs instead.

“Why do you wear that hoodie everywhere?” Willard asked.

Molly looked up at him.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

But Molly did want to tell him. Somehow.

Molly unzipped her hoodie, revealing a tank top underneath. She slipped it off her arms and showed Willard her wrists.

There were two deep cuts going across them.

“You…you tried to kill yourself?” Willard asked.

Molly nodded. “After my mother died.” Her voice was still soft, but less of a whisper this time.

Willard was beginning to think that was just how it was. Willard smiled hearing her accent. “Your accent is just so cute!”

Molly blushed and covered her face with her hands.

Willard laughed and pulled them away. “Don’t. It’s cute when you blush.”

Molly looked down at her hands with a small smile.

“For what it’s worth…I’m really glad you didn’t kill yourself. ‘Cause then I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to meet you.”

Molly looked up and saw a sincere look on Willard’s face.

Most people were condescending to her when they found out. Telling her things like “Just go outside and take a walk. You’ll feel so much better!” or “Your mother is in a better place. Think about that.” Saying things like that to a depressed person wasn’t helpful.

After her suicide attempt, Molly went into treatment.

Treatment her brother spent every last cent he had to pay for.

She’d come to terms with her mother’s death and was working on getting better. Ren and her could’ve stayed in Chicago since Ren was nearly of age, but he decided that maybe Bomont would be good for her.

Molly surprised both herself and Willard by cupping Willard’s face in her hands and kissing him. It was a short kiss, more of a long of the lips, but no less special.

“Slap me if I’m out of line, but…was that your first kiss?” Willard asked.

Molly nodded. She’d never had a boyfriend or anything even resembling a romantic relationship.

“Well I’m honored, darlin’. I should get you home before it gets too late.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They pulled up the Warnicker house and Willard turned the truck off.

Molly turned and looked at Willard. “Thank you, Willard.”

Willard smiled. He’d never get tired of hearing her voice. “Anytime, darlin’.”

Molly was about to get out of the truck when she turned back to Willard. She leaned forward and kissed him.

Before she could pull away, Willard cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

Molly’s hand came up to grab at the collar of his t-shirt. Molly whined when Willard pulled away.

“Easy there. Not that I don’t wanna continue, but we’re sittin’ in front of your house.”

Molly nodded and moved away from him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” Willard said. He gently kissed her lips and Molly got out of the truck.

She watched as he pulled back out onto the dirt road until she couldn’t see him anymore. Molly sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

Crushing on and kissing her brother’s best friend? What had she gotten herself into?

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Joining in the trend bc I've been thinking abt this scene since yesterday. Gave my gal some Scottish ways of talkin and hopefully kept Tally pretty in-character. As always the lad belongs to @dynamite124 !

No Preassure

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Eira sighs as she takes a seat on one of the chairs overlooking the Inn, undoing the clasps of her chestplate while Saadia serves their drinks. "Thank ye love, yer a dear. Have a good night yeah?" Saadia smiles, taking the extra coin Eira had offered, "I'll certainly try, see you in the morning." She responds, bowing her head to the rather tall Altmer coming to join the party before heading out the room and down the stairs.

The Redhead takes a swig of her ale, "Shor's bones, I needed that drink after the day we've had, huh Tally?"

Taliesin furrows his brows, turning to face her, "And when were you planning on telling me that you're dragonborn?"

Eira groans and brings a hand to her face, "I was hoping it wasn'y true. I really, really was."

"You mean to tell me that you've known this entire time?!" Taliesin asks in shock. "How could you have known in the first place? There hasn't been a dragonborn for eras now!" He exclaims, stopping to recompose himself before taking a drink of the ale, making a face at the taste. "If this is your idea of a joke, it's not a very funny one." He adds.

"I'm no pullin' yer leg, believe me, I wish I were." Eira says, elbows resting on her knees as she holds her head in her hands. "Its a long story, I'm no' gonna blame ya if ye leave without hearin' me out." She adds, staring out at the Bannered Mare patrons below them.

Taliesin sighs, confusion painting his face, before he shucks off his overcoat, hanging it on the back of the chair and placing the gloves on the table between them. "You've given me no reason not to believe your words so far- so I'll stay. Besides, it'd be a waste to not take advantage of the room you've so generously bought for us." He says with a smile, posture mostly relaxed but his hands restless.

"Thank you. I really do mean that Taliesin." Eira says, flashing a smile before leaning back in her seat. "When I was a wee lass, a psycic came to me family's farm, or more like- was attacked by wolves just outside it." She starts, letting out a small laugh at the memory. "Me father had chased them off with a torch and his piddly wee steak knife, then offered the man to stay with us for the night before headin off the next morn'."

She seemed to relax more as she told her story, almost deflating in the chair as she seemed more comfortable. "He'd offered to tell our fortunes, me da' wouldn'y hear a word of it but, I begged and begged and he let up." Eira's face screws up as she recalls the details. "He did a ritual with some chicken bones we'd had leftover from supper that evenin' had me do a whole thing with shakin' them about in a bowl. Told me there was greatness in me' future." She says.

Taliesin laughs, not unkindly, smiling as he speaks "And I suppose that's why you're so confident now then?" He asks, raising a brow in her direction.

"Oi you cheeky shite, yer' hardly one to talk. What with yer whole 'superiorly bred mer' crap." She reponds jovially. Taliesin rolls his eyes and nods "Alright, alright. Continue, then."

"Thank you." Eira says. "Anyway, the man seemed a lot more worried when he read more o' the weird chicken scrying. Said he'd saw death and destruction. Fire and war. Said he saw great wings of black and toppled towers." She recounts, mood darkening. "He'd said I'd be the one to bring it about and also the one to end it."

Taliesin leans forward in his seat, brows furrowing as he listens intently to the story.

"Needless to say, me da' kicked him out and said it was a load of shite." Eira says with a laugh, before turning more serious. "That's why, when we killed that dragon, and I absorbed its soul. I lost me shit. That crazy old fuck had been right, and now I've gotta go from a farmhand, to the savior of Tamriel as a whole!" She yells. "It's- it's not what I wanted. Not in a million years." She adds, shaking her head before downing half the ale. "I just wanted some fun. A couple o' decades adventurin', then I'd settle down back with me folks, maybe find a nice lass to warm the bed. But now there's- all of this."

Taliesin sighs, reaching a hand over the table to take hers into his own. "I know, it's a lot to be pushed onto you. But if there's anyone who can do it, I believe it'll be you." He says, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"Ye barely even know me Tally. But...thank you." She says with a smile. "And hey, it's no pressure right?"

"No pressure at all."

Hey, how are you? I asked you yesterday if I still could ask you about certain wisps you made and you said yes. So here we go…

First what you mean by Kingdom of heaven/ Dany origin story if Rhaella slayed, that’s sounds a quite funny topic, what is the plot?Second have you written anything about TOJ, I always found the mystery surrounding it and all the speculations people make quite interesting to say the least, I mean c’mon it’s Jon Snow birthplace.

Finally for hotd- verse I’m interest in “life on dragonstone” because I love the Targaryens and I want to know more about their life in their home island, especially for Rhaenrya after all it was her seat for more than 24 years (I think).

But only share your wisps if you want to. 😊Also if I was supposed to only ask you one thing, I’m sorry, just choose one of the three. I’m just a very curious person and given the opportunity (and also the courage) I will inquiry people about every single subject. Thanks I’m advance. 👏🏼

yeah the more the merrier!

kingdom of heaven

the premise of this is that aerys dies at duskendale (rip bozo) and that rhaegar became a boy king type at 16. however this is a rhaella POV so not too much on that, i do want to explore the distance between rhaegar and rhaella--esp with him now in the shoes of aerys. she's developed a psychogenic itch issue over time as a result of the abuse which causes rhaegar to worry & employ a few of her ladies to keep him apprised of her condition, which she understands as him "spying" on her.

i wanted to play with rhaegar's whole reading ancient texts at 3 thing as being helped along by rhaella's gift with tongues/translation, maybe even an interest in history. and given aerys' mentioned growing refusal to cooperate with the iron bank, there now being a need for an ambassador to be sent to braavos in order to negotiate the repayment structure.

rhaegar, who's been trying to connect to rhaella via books like how they bonded when he was a kid, comes to think rhaella would actually be a good addition to the party doing this & she agrees because she realizes one day that she's never left westeros. there she meets the tattered prince who is employed as her bodyguard (she has a complex about the kingsguard considering aerys' kingsguard didn't keep her safe). they bond over these empty titles they have that caused them so much pain & suffering and yknow it's a daenerys origin story so you can guess what happens next !

“Seed born of your royal father,” Pycelle blusters. “With all due respect, your Grace, to the Queen, to whom I have provided services over many a year but this child is not… born in the purple chambers, so to speak.”

“Rather blown in with the wind, hm?” the new Queen speaks. Perhaps impertinently, but Lyanna Stark’s face is yet soft with the fat of pregnancy, and a babe of her own lies in the royal nursery. Rhaella releases a pain she did not know she held and sees her son’s wife with a clarity she could not, in years before.

Rhaegar holds Rhaella’s blessed bundle in his own arms. He has not yet looked up.

Rhaella wishes to go to him—an old ache that she has always tamped down, a reflexive you are not allowed you will taint him you are watched and found wanting ringing through her fingers. The itch threatens her. A first since Braavos.

It is left to him to fill the distance, then. 

Him to raise his face so bright and measured, find her eyes with his own, so much darker than hers, yet of her and her son still. “Daenerys Windblown,” the King softly says, in front of all the Council. “Princess Daenerys Targaryen, the Windblown. Long awaited.”

“Perhaps one day she shall be Queen," Lyanna adds, defiant, denying any other the chance to speak. To which Rhaella can think only of Braavos' salty streets instead, and festival masks crowned with seashells—and freedom from all such premonitions

TOJ / all candles fall quiet

this is just vibes lol i like the chatty chattyness of two people newly in luv

“Fine, then. Your turn.”

Rhaegar hums, pretends to think about it. “The Others. The Others take this, the Others take that.”

Lyanna frowns. “You jape me. I heard southron men say it often at that last grand tourney. We Northerners are surely not the only ones who would say this.”

“Southroners say it, certainly,” he concedes, “yet not half so often. In the streets of King’s Landing, you will oft hear Maegor’s teats, or Seven Hells.”

She snorts. “Seven this, Seven that.”

“Shall the Others take them too?” he teases, and she groans. “You’re terrible!”

“Apologies,” he murmurs, bringing her hand to his mouth and brushing his mouth across her skin, rubbing his nose at the knuckle of each finger. Gods be good, her skin is always so comfortingly cold. “Your turn.”

“Arbor Gold?” she tries, and he arches a brow.

life on dragonstone

meant to be a slice of life with the rhaenyra/laena/harwin/laenor/daemon/qarl hexagon going on. i LOVE this dynamic that george gave us by accident i assume, i think it's so interesting & it's the one thing in fire & blood that i desperately wish had an equivalent in the main story.

Life has not gone quite according to plan, admittedly. Rhaenyra doesn’t wonder if perhaps… in the future, should her sons look back, how they might think of her. Of the choices she’s made, whether the love she has given them has been enough to make up for all the horror they have been subjected to? 

No, that is not fair to herself, Rhaenyra does not believe. They will not be children forever. She has walked into her life with her eyes wide open and her children will do the same. Laenor did, when she wed him, Daemon as well, Harwin always professed to. Rhaenyra has never asked anyone to accept what they could not for her sake, nor would she take upon herself more than she could handle simply in love’s name. Everything she has ever done is by her own free choice.

Perhaps Laena knew that better than anyone. It is this loss that Rhaenyra feels most keenly, as one who would be a mother to Laena's girls.

I watched shazam fury of the gods yesterday and I have thoughts. It has bothered me all day so I need to leave this somewhere. So I guess here is my sort of review. But it is kinda rambly. Or something. Idk I just need to get it out. It also got a lot longer than I planned it to, sorry in advance.

Of course it wouldn't be as good as the first one. Sequels, especially from superhero movies, rarely are. (but maybe I'm just too much of an origin story fan for this as well) This sounds kinda negative, I know, but believe me, I liked this film. A lot, actually. But I'll probably leave out quite a few of the things I actually liked. The main focus is the "bad" stuff. Maybe someone agrees with some of these things. Maybe I'm just overthinking a fun, hero movie. Who knows.

It felt kind of... generic? I liked the first one for its humor. The characters were great, the villain seemed fun and they had fun with some superhero tropes. (+ i loved a lot of the way it was made, from the different shots, to the sets etc.,).

This one fell a little flat for me. Of course, it might be funnier once I get to watch it in english (I can only watch it in my native language here, sadly) but a lot of the jokes just felt like they are forcefully trying to reach the first one in levels of fun. (And don't get me wrong, I was laughing quite a bit as well, there were some HILARIOUS bits in there, but they didn't stick with me as much as some of the firsts ones, y'know?)

The plot kind of felt a bit more boring as well. Yeah, the entire "figuring out the new superpowers" isn't something you can repeat in a second movie, obviously. Instead it went with the kinda family/trust/fear of rejection angle which is nice. It is obviously something that effects Billy. I was excited to see this storyline followed through. But it kind of felt like the movie was just going through the motions? The movie obviously needed to go from point A to B to C but Billy's progression just felt very quick and forced. The speech from the wizard before the showdown didn't feel earned enough for me.

Like, plot angle they were going for was great. Of course everything Billy went through would change him and his behaviour. There is quite a lot of trauma there. And I know with the tone this movie has that is not something that will be unpacked completely. I just wish it was handled slightly differently? (I would have to think more about what bothered me about this, but it isn't handled the way I wish it would be considering it was the very first thing we heard about Billy in this film)

I also disliked how little we actually saw Billy as a teenager? I enjoy Zachary Levi's acting as much as the next person but let Asher Angel get at least some screentime? I don't know if it was because of scheduling or whatever but there were a lot of scenes where the characters didn't need to be in superhero form but they just sort of hung out in adult form.

And it is just a small moment but I still wanted to call it out, because stuff like this annoys me. When Pedro came out everyone answered that they already knew. I hate that. Yes, it was supposed to be a funny moment so of course it wasn't going to be a big, emotional thing and it doesn't need to be. But it always irks me when people "knew" beforehand. bc it always feels like they are saying "people always know before" or "don't feel proud of yourself for opening up, it's old news" (am I explaining this okay? It just diminishes it and if everyone already knows, why add this moment? Especially in this scene where no one would realistically bring the topic up?). Maybe it's not a big deal but imo it was not a good moment.

The biggest thing I hate though is the big, emotional death of a main character with a long scene of the character accepting their fate, grieving friends and family and a funeral (!) just for them to be revived without consequence? Not saying that this is the movie that needs to pull off such a dark twist but... why? It was a very nice emotional part of the movie but it ended up feeling cheap? Especially bc it felt like an excuse to push in a cameo last minute. (It was a nice callback to the fist ww scene, a sort of gotcha we actually have the actress here, but at what cost).

Like I said, I never expected Billy to die, he is THE title character after all and DC would never have the balls to do that. Especially in the 2. film. + they did push Freddy into a more active role, which I love, but especially Adam Brody wasn't built up in a way to take over the franchise, so I knew this would't happen. I was still disappointed. It always cheats the audience out of their emotions. We just wasted 10 minutes of emotional stakes just to be cheated out of the satisfying conclusion?

anyway, I also wanna mention a few things I liked before I leave:

Like I said, the humor was still nice. It felt familiar in a way. And the immaturity was what I expected and hoped for. It makes sense in this film + for the characters. I love the design of the lair. Of course they would bring a bunch of stupid stuff in there. It fit their personalities. (And making the wall in the back a climbing wall was fun, idk why but it was)

I loved Freddy. I liked his character in the first movie as well but I liked him even more here. He got a lot more stuff to do on his own, more screentime and more own struggles to deal with (there are a few things that aren't great but they aren't that big a problem for me)

The monster design was great. I am a sucker for greek mythology and for twists on well known creatures so this one kind of hit a soft spot for me. I liked the way the monsters looked, from the minotaurs to the harpies, and the unicorns were great. I like that they were the fearsome predator type animal in the bunch. and the dragon. I loved it so much. Yes, being made of wood IS sort of a design flaw but you cannot tell me that it didn't look epic. And the way the fear was incorporated into its abilities? Amazing (wish we could have seen more uses of it)

On a similar note the fight scenes were really fun. they played with a few nice ideas and incorporated the superpowers well. ( I especially thought Ana's power were nice to watch, although they weren't often used in direct conflict)

....so I guess that's it? Like I said in the beginning, I really enjoyed this movie but there were quite a few things that felt off, in a way? Maybe I'll feel differently after a rewatch but it just doesn't feel as comfortable as the first one, if that makes sense. It doesn't feel as tightly knit or as satisfying. It is still a fun movie to watch but idk. If anyone wants to discuss this feel free to reblog it and add on or whatever.

No morals just memes anon returns. I looked up that show and yeah. You’re right. Assholes trying to take each other out for their own separate goals is about right.

We are currently in Trickster Woman’s panic room. Why? Because the reason Crime Spree is running for office is to keep that psychopath from winning. He doesn’t even want the title. None of them necessarily want to rule.

But yeah, they found out what Meme Lord did. Or assumed. Currently a few of them are wrecking the place. It’s hard to tell currently but about an hour ago, Meme Lord got *serious*.

And as rude as I find it that they would call her the reaper or death (again kinda funny but also pretty messed up story). I kinda see it now. Or saw it as she left. Like, took the chains off her pants that hold the office and safe key and stalked out completely silently. Considering the hollow tile floor, and the fact that she’s in heels, it was a little unsettling.

Crime Spree is next to me praying. He said, “she doesn’t need my help, I’ll just be in her way, and I don’t want to see this”

I get the distinct feeling we’ll be fine. But holy fuck she’s scary. Trickster woman is driving back from out of town as we speak.

I really hate the thought that popped up. The implication there that Meme Lord makes all that noise for our benefit is unsettling. But I’ve definitely been snuck up on before.

(Part 2: No morals just memes anon wants to clarify that everything went fine yesterday.

Huge misunderstanding. We thought we were the only ones supposed to be there. Turns out she rents this place out as an air b and b when she’s out of town and forgot to tell us to be out by 5.

So they thought we were robbing the place and were trying to chase us out.

Came downstairs after a god damn hour to cayenne pepper all over the floor a bunch of very embarrassed looking folk at the table and Meme Lord helping a random dude rinse his eyes out with milk.

This one may have been my fault as I’m the one who connected the wrong dots and freaked everyone out😅)

(Part 3: No morals just memes anon here. Not only is Meme Lord not a demon. She is literally a fucking saint.

I honestly went right home and to bed from the embarrassment. I really should have stayed and fixed my own mess.

But anyways, this woman literally after helping this guy rinse his eyes out, sat with them and booked them a proper hotel and paid for it.

This us after the guy rushed her with a bar stool and she literally threw the first thing she grabbed at him. Which was the cayenne.

She was pretty sure if they were robbing the place, they’d be gone by then, and was just double checking before telling us to calm tf down.

He attacked her because if we were robbing the place, they were gonna get charged for it.

We are all idiots on this fine day)

OMG first off sorry for the late response, apparently I turned off my ask email notifications at some point somehow. ANYWAY. This story is both insane and hilarious lmao. Glad everything worked out okay cause WOOF, definitely scary for both sides of the equation here (except maybe Meme Lord. Not sure she feels fear skskdks). Although friend, you are DEFINITELY living in a tv show or something lmfao

Monet, The Man Behind the Scenes

Monet's Valentine 4★ story (2/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: city (morning) park (morning) | Characters: Monet, Aoi/MC

Aoi: Good afternoon.

Shopping District person 1: Oh, you're from the Palette Museum, aren't you? How can I help you?

Aoi: Thank you so much for the food you gave us yesterday!

Monet: It was so delicious! All the other artists were happy too!

Shopping District person 2: No way… If it isn't you, Monet-san! It's nice to have not only the director of the museum, but also one of its artists… Really, thank you very much.

Monet: We're the ones who should be thankin' ya. Thanks for givin' us the opportunity to do a live painting for Valentine's Day. I'm really lookin' forward to it! We're all practicin' today, and the theme is Valentine's Day–

Oh, my bad! I almost accidentally told ya 'bout the painting…

Shopping District person 3: Hahaha, you're a funny guy, Monet-san. If you want, you can take this sweet with you!

Monet: But I can't do that, I got it yesterday!

Shopping District person 3: Don't be shy. Here, I'll give you this drink too!

Shopping District person 4: iI've got some for you, too. Take it!

Monet: Wowoah…!

Aoi: (We were supposed to come here to thank them, but the gifts keep on increasing!?)

I'm sorry, you've been so good to us…

Shopping District person 1: What are you talking about, we're the ones who asked you to do the live painting. When the Valentine's Day project came up, the Palette Museum was the first name that came up.

The Palette Museum is full of wonderful artists. Keep up the good work, I look forward to seeing you on the day of the event.

Monet: Yes, ya can count on us!

—

Aoi: Monet-kun, shall we take a short break in the park?

Monet: I-It'd be great if we could…

Phew… It's so heavy. I don't think I'm gonna get 'nother supply…

Aoi: That's how supportive they are of you. Thank you for coming today.

Monet: It ain't a big deal.

Aoi: No, that's not true! Everyone was happy because you came.

Monet: Huh… Is that so? I dunno, I don't think I can say that myself… I just thought that the person doin' the live painting should've been the one to go. Actually, it would've been best if the leader had come, but Raffaello-san's busy, y'know.

I just wanted to do what I could.

Aoi: Monet-kun…

Monet: I wanna make the live painting a success for everyone, see. So… I'll do whatever it takes to help Raffaello-san!

Aoi: Yes… Me too! I'll take your example and work harder.

Monet: Haha… If ya say it like that it's kinda embarrassing.

Aoi: Fufu, let's keep up the good work!

Monet: Yeah!

Aoi: Well then, that's enough for a break, it's time to head back to the museum.

Monet: Right. … Oop.

Aoi: Monet-kun? That's my bag…

Monet: I'll carry it. This bag's heavy with all the stuff in it, right?

Aoi: But I've had you hold a lot of things for me…

Monet: Don't worry 'bout it. Aight, let's go!

Aoi: (Monet-kun has more bags than me... I can't believe how dependable he has become before I knew it.)

hi! this is not really a question buuuut I've just read three of your fics and I just wanted to congratulate you on your writing! I really really love your writing style.

I started with “It's Fine To Fake It 'Til You Make It ('Til It's True)” and I  loved the pace in that, I think Louis' characterization was done in a way that I hadn't really seen before and I found it so refreshing, the humour in this was so good and I just LOVED Harry&Louis&Vivi and Harry reconnecting with his siblings (and how much his siblings liked Louis!!), it was definitely very comforting, I loved it. 

Then I read In The Name Of Being Honest, which I know is co-written but still, I really liked this one as well! I was hooked from the moment that we find out who Ben is (I was actually hooked from the beginning but that part left me shook right from the start), I loved Louis and Niall's friendship (I loved how supportive/protective/caring Niall was) and seeing Louis and Harry developing their relationship again was just so 💙💙💙💙💙 (speechless person), anyway I keep thinking back to it and it's been days and I still really want to go to Good Chives Only :( 

But well yesterday I read write this down and I loved it so so so much! It's one of my favorite/top 5 fics I've read this year (it's also definitely a new all-time favorite). First of all I LOVE Taylor Swift and I am an evermore supremacy defender as well so to read something inspired by 'tis the damn season already had me excited about it (plus ALL the references throughout the story. the champagne problems one PHYSICALLY HURTED. i probably didn't catch all the references but I like to believe I caught most of them and it always made me smile). Second, I wish I had read this in winter because AAAA i loved loved the concept of "the winters", the chapters, the pov switch (this was literally so perfect. like. I don't think I've ever enjoyed dual pov as much as in this). I really liked Harry and Louis's relationship in this - sometimes it's really hard for me to enjoy when stories are spread throughout such a large period of time and we're supposed to believe that the characters remain in love with eachother BUT I definitely didn't felt like that AT ALL while reading this. I think that both of them cared so much about eachother and specially in the earlier chapters seeing how much they struggled to be honest and raw in sharing parts of their lives and then seeing a development from that (specially on Louis' side I think) was so so interesting.

I think that my favorite winter was the fourth because 1. I was really naive and I had no idea of what was going to happen next. 2. I think it works as a great way to show why/how they work, I love how they actually talk about their lives, I love THE ICE RINK SCENE GOD it's definitely one that is going to be engraved in my mind because AAA "I didn't buy a ticket back to LA" & how supportive Louis is of Harry's career and talent & "we could stay here together", and I love the chapter. It's just so good. 3. I HAVE to mention “Baby, if I’m abandoning society and disappearing off the face of the earth, I’m taking you with me.” // “I’d go with you in a heartbeat.”  i. i LOVE THEM SO MUCH. oh and also 4. THE PRESENTS. 5. THE LETTERS. 6. THE TEXTS. 7. THE ANGST. So good. 

Anyway, I also loved the tweets, they worked as great interludes and they were often very funny. A few that made me laugh out loud were "hahaha yes, if i were leila i’d be thrilled that my bf took 10 years between each word when he was talking about his “girl” and how much she means to him." (from Chapter 7) and ""Y’all need to respect harry and leila” omg ok bestie i will if harry can even tell me her name." (from Chapter 9) - also loved all the tweets reacting the tis the damn season (& the names of the accounts I swear everything was so detailed in this fic AAAAA) and the whole ohioan lover truthers. So perfect. 

Anyway I think I could talk about this fic endlessly and this is already gigantic (I'm sorry) but I think I'm going to stop here. I just wanted to show some support because I cherish fic writers SO MUCH and as you can probably guess I really liked your fics (in case this long ass ramble didn't show it) so I really thought I should say something about it because in my head it just makes sense that if a fic makes me as happy as these ones made me, I should just show my appreciation about it sooo this is me doing that. 

I hope you're having a lovely day & I'm really looking forward to see what you'll write next. 

(also, I'm going to start reading down the line sooo I might come back. who knows)

(also. if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes pls know that I'm sorry & ignore that. it's kinda late where I'm writing from and english is not my first language)

oh my god! hi hello! i read this lovely, perfect, absolutely gorgeous message a week or so ago, but didn't quite have the time to give it the love and attention it deserves, so i've held off on replying and now i am here to just.... SOB AND GUSH. HI. I LOVE YOU?????

thank you so much for taking the time to read my stories, and for being so kind. in my mind, in the name of being honest and it's fine to fake it 'til you make it are the chicago sisters and it makes me the absolute happiest to know you enjoyed them. writing both was such a special journey. those stories and the characters and their relationships (louis and niall in ITNOBH! harry and louis and vivi in Fake It! A true wonderful trio!) mean so much to me and i'm happy they could be of comfort to you, and that they could keep you hooked :)

(louis in it's fine to fake is one my favorite characters i've written. he was sO MUCH FUN and i learned so much about being unapologetically myself from him. he's my everything)

but then. AHHHHHHHHHH. everything you've said about write this down is just so?!?!?!?!? GOD I AM CRYING. i love love love that you are also an evermore truther, because that obviously means you have the best taste? as soon as i listened to that album for the first time, i knew it was meant to inspire so many musings and that's really what write this down became- an ode to my favorite album of all time :') i call it the tis the damn season fic and it IS, but it's also the champagne problems fic, the willow fic, the happiness fic, the right where you left me fic (RWYLM was written FOR write this down louis, acually!) and it's an ode to my baby folklore as well and just sdjfslkfsf i love when swifties read write this down because i know you'll fully appreciate it :')

i'm also so happy the dual POV worked, and the winters too (even now, the outlines for all the chapters and the drafts are saved in my computer as the winters <3) and as someone who takes so much pride in developing characters and relationships, it makes me the HAPPIEST to know that louis and harry's relationship felt genuine. i also love the fourth winter so much, because i'm very much the same way when reading a love story- i want to be able to root for characters and relationships and i want to WANT them to work out, and i feel like- in so many ways- winter four is their reason to keep fighting and it's so special

(and the CABIN CONVERSATIONS! aka the lakes brought to life! it was one of the first scenes i wrote!!!!).

((also i love love love including tweets hehehe and making the usernames and showing how harry's career grows through them was SO MUCH FUN!!!))

anyway!!!!!!!! now my response is long and rambly, but i hope you know that this kind of message is the absolute best thing to receive as an author. it means so much to me, and i'm just the happiest that these stories could make you happy :-) thank you so much for the love you've showed me and other fic authors. you're so wonderful <3 and your english is absolutely wonderful! <3

i hope you enjoy down the line, if you've read it, and that you're having the very best day. thank you so, so, so much for this message i will be smiling for the rest of the WEEK. ahhhhh. i love you <3

What’s your favorite amusement park? Do waterparks count? If so, then the Wilderness Resort in Wisconsin Dells.

Do you know your social security number (or equivalent) off by heart? Yeah.

What would you take to a potluck dinner? So funny story: when I was a kid, we used to have “pot luck” day in elementary school as a way to encourage kids to bring their lunches to share or some crap, but they also had to have a hot lunch prepared for kids who couldn’t bring lunch from home. They would always serve these rib sandwiches during those days, so for the longest time, I thought that’s what “pot luck” was. One day my mom took me to this thing at the community center and she called it “pot luck” and when I got there I asked her where the rib sandwiches were and she was like, what the heck are you talking about? Hahahah. 

Do you have any sisters? How is your relationship with them? I have an older sister. We have a decent relationship but it’s been kinda strained since she’s had children. I feel more like a babysitter or just an extra set of hands to her now. I’m never a priority. I’m not asking to always be one; I know her kids come first, but like, I am a part of her family and she just never makes me feel important to her, even when I do SO much for her and her kids.

When was the last time you changed your hair and what did you do to it? I had it dyed pink and got a layer look back in....February, I wanna say? I need to get it done again but I might hold out until right before Lollapalooza.

What’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done? Uhhhhhh I don’t know, ask my husband what he considers romantic.

Do you listen to audiobooks? If so, what was the last one you listened to and did you like it? No. I’ve really thought about it, honestly, especially since I’ve been going to the gym more and more.

Describe yourself in five words. Funny, loyal, emotional, compassionate, clever.

What was your favorite class in high school? Social Sciences or Art classes.

When was the last time you did laundry? Yesterday.

Do you own a leather jacket? Do you wear it often? No.

Can you get Chinese food from a drive-thru in your town? Uhhhh not that I know of. There might be a Panda Express somewhere with a drive through, but I wouldn’t know because I rarely eat there.

If you could choose your middle name, what would you pick? I’ve always liked my middle name. I think it suites me well and I like the reason behind my parents choosing it. I’m named after the Czech tennis player Martina Navratilova. She was in the Wimbledon championship the year I was born and my dad thought it was so cool that a Czech player was so popular. His family is Czech and he wanted my name to have a connection to that. It was originally supposed to be my first name, but my mom liked Hannah better, so it became my middle name.

Would you rather see a sunrise or sunset? Sunset. Though growing up on an East-facing body of water as made me appreciate sunrises sometimes too.

Do you have any plans to buy any furniture in the near future? Yes. We need a new mattress so bad.

When you go to bed, do you go to sleep straight away? For the most part.

What do you do for a living? Provide electronic access to doors for people on a college campus.

Do you own a suitcase? When was the last time you used it? Where did you go? Yes. I took it to Boston this past February when I went to see Sarah. I actually got it in 2011 when I first flew out to see her, lol. I’ve been really wanting a new one because it’s such an ugly color and my cats scratched it up.

How many pets have you had in your life? 12, if I am remembering correctly.

Is there any soda in your fridge right now? There’s sparkling water, which is Mark’s.

Do you call it soda, pop, fizzy drink or something else entirely? Pop.

Do you need to get any groceries right now? What do you need? Uhhhhhhh I can’t think of anything right now. We will need stuff this weekend though.

If I was visiting your town, what would you take me to see and do? BRO there’s so much to do in Chicago but I really like architecture boat tours on the river and going up to the John Hancock. It such a great way to see the city from two different angles. Also, food. Lots and lots of food.

What was the last thing you spent money on? Gas.

What subscription services do you have? Pretty much all of them in one way or another.

Do you like olives? Most of them. I’m not a huge fan of Kalamata olives, though.

Would you rather be too warm or too cold? I mean, when you’re cold, you can always put layers on.

What’s your favorite name for a girl? I love Josephine/Josie. And Cecelia. And Alex. And Stella.

How do you make your coffee? With our fancy coffee maker, and then I add cream.

Do you know anyone who has a matching tattoo with someone? (including yourself)? I have four matching tattoos with people; a Bojack and a Brendon from Home Movies with my friend Sarah, birds in a tree with my sister, and heart-shaped sunglasses with my friend Ellen.

Living with Losing You - 10/16/2022

3 months and Court Days.

Today was quite the day. This morning I “slept in” and decided to go on a shake out run since everything was sore and I knew that it would help me. I ended up running 3.75 miles and then walking the rest of the way back because I got lost and I didn’t want to overdo it. It’s very easy to get lost in the beauty out here, truly. It felt good to just turn on some screamo rock music and run. It’s funny because sometimes I listen to songs for lyrics when I run (so some slow songs make me run faster) but today I was looking for more pumping music. Easy to get lost in that too. 

When I got back to the condo I made sure to stretch. I was definitely running late to meet up with your dad, so I felt bad. I kept him in the loop though. It sort of worked out because he put his name in and by the time I got there, we were seated within 10 minutes. We met up at Wild Eggs up the road. We went to the same one that we went to with your mom before we left back for SD in June. Feels like it was yesterday, but also a lifetime ago all at the same time. It was a little weird to be there, but also I was happy to make a new memory there with your dad. We have been having very good and in depth conversation. Very productive and healing on both ends. I should be getting breakfast with him tomorrow too before I leave. Such a bittersweet feeling overall. 

After breakfast I headed back to your moms. Finley and I were supposed to go to this festival called “Court Days” in Mt. Sterling, but she wasn’t feeling well. Your mom offered to come along with me which I was super happy about. Today it was great to get quality time with both of your parents! Court Days is essentially a flea / craft market in the middle of this small town. It literally takes up most of the town. Your cousin and her BF had a booth there, because they recently started a candle business “U Candle” (give it a follow!). I wanted to see what else we may find there too, I had no idea what to expect. Just have heard stories and heard from locals in Lexington that it was a “must do”. 

Your mom and I just had the best time. I couldn’t believe how many booths were just selling guns. It’s so wild to be from CA and just see this happening in front of my eyes. Especially having worked at a gun range. There were definitely sights to be seen there, from the booths to the outfits people chose to wear. We didn’t tell your cousin we were coming, we wanted to surprise her. She was definitely shocked we made the drive. It really wasn’t that bad though. It was really nice to see her and meet her BF. For a minute there we were worried we would never find her tent, but luckily they were moved almost to the main street (I guess there was a cancellation for that weekend, so they allowed them to be moved up). I bought 3 candles. The funny thing about it was I was looking for a candle for my step mom, and the one I picked up had a heart on it. Naturally I had to buy that one for myself. And another one. I have a lot of candles, let’s just put it that way (lol) Candles for myself and for others. 

Before your mom and I left, I insisted we take a selfie to prove we attended Court Days. #picoritdidnthappen. I will add it to the bottom of this blog post. 

We headed back home, and I was getting super tired. I think just going non stop the last few days has been very tolling, both physically and emotionally. I hadn’t let myself process after I recorded the “James” song, and then I also didn’t really yesterday wither since I was so busy. I was supposed to go to the studio today, but I really just wasn't feeling it, and my voice was tired. When we got home I ate some food and just sat around for a while. It was really great to just relax. I did need to go to the store, so when your mom left for her bible study, I left for Kroger. I picked up a few things and then headed back to the condo to drop them off. I decided I wanted to face these suppressed emotions, so I went to visit you. I cried as soon as I stepped out of that car. I miss you more than I could write. You were one of the most treasured and cherished things of my entire life. I am so grateful that I got to be loved by you, and that I got to love you. I am also equally in anguish with losing you, and sometimes feel frustrated and envious of others. It’s all very confusing to navigate. But, I have to feel it all. I sat there for a while, around 30-45 minutes. At one point a large bird flew out of nowhere over the lake. Honestly, it looked like a Crane or a Heroin. Either way, it was rather large. I tried to get a picture of it, but it was unsuccessful. Even on the live cam, you can’t really tell what bird it is. I stay pretty much until it got dark and then headed back to your mom’s. She still wasn’t back yet, so I grabbed one of your pictures and just stared at it. You were so cute. Ugh, my heart. I started crying some more. Just lots of crying this afternoon. It is still really hard to not overthink things and get into my head. One day at a time sometimes turns into one minute at a time. Depends on the day. 

When your mom got back we split a dessert that I had bought at the GF bakery, and chatted a little more. I started packing today, and have most everything packed up. I am a little worried that I won’t be able to fit everything in this trip. I am leaving a sweater behind (one of yours) also in case for when I come back. At least I will have something here if I need it!

I really need to go to bed, I had a big last day tomorrow. So tough, I hate goodbyes. I love it here so much. I said this before James passed, but this state has felt like home from the moment I stepped foot here. It’s also how I felt with Nashville. Though, I am wondering if that’s my best move. I am not making any big / life altering decisions until at least next summer. We will see what life has ins tore for us the remainder of this year and the first part of next. You never know what could happen. I just know that I have bene craving a change for a while, James and I even talked about it early on when we met. 

I love you, James. I put some heart shaped leaves on your grave today. Your dad added some flowers too. I miss you so much, we all do. It has been so great to spend time with your family. Just wish you were here to share moments with me. Life with you was so fun. I know we had hard times, but you and I were always able to come out of it. I hate that we couldn’t this time. 

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols. You were beautiful. You mattered. You are still beautiful. You still matter. 

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

IS IT A DATE?

Okay so I have 80hd so I am going to tell the story in a way that makes sense to me, if you can't follow thats fine lol

So I officially met this guy in October of 2021, I had visited my old job because I still had friends that worked there, and I had a cute outfit on. I knew this guy was best friends with one of my friends from the job (thats why he got hired), they were planning on going out to some local haunted houses after work, and by then end of the night I was invited to go with them. Long story short, it was a bust and I never saw him again.

Last week, one of those friends told me that they all got new jobs at an ice cream place, so I decided why not stop by. It was a nice day and I was having a bad day. When I got there, he also happened to have stopped by and talk to the same person I was there to see. Since she was literally at her job she kinda left us alone for a bit so she could do her job. We got to talking, then talking turned into flirting. From there he asked for my instagram.

That night we were just talking on insta and he told me he would be working at the ice cream place again. So I took my best friend. (Also the ice cream place is genuinely really cool and steam punk themed.)

A few days later, we were texting and decided to hang out, we went on a drive down PCH for a bit. While in the car, his dad calls him, he asked who he was with and he said "oh no one." At first I was a bit put off by it, but I was later told that it's actually a good thing. Once he dropped me off at my car we were just chilling and then he looked at the clock and realized he was late to a party he was supposed to go to after.

We went out again yesterday, when I pulled up to his house, his little sister was screaming outside the door and asked him who I was, he said "dont worry about it, it's no one." when she persisted he said "Just a friend." Then got into the car, and apologized for how embarrassing that was. (I didn't think it was embarrassing at all, I actually thought it was quite funny.)

After he apologized I asked if he had any ideas of what to do, I had some default suggestions, but to my surprised he actually had an idea, he suggested we go to his favorite milkshake spot. It was a super trendy spot that felt more like a cafe than an ice cream shop. He also paid for my milkshake which was the first moment where I was like, maybe he also thinks this is a date.

We were just chatting getting to know each other better. Then the owner of the shop came up to us with a guitar and jokingly serenaded us. (just to paint a picture I dont think this man has ever played guitar before so it was horrible but it was funny. The owner is also friends with the guy I was with).

Anyways, we were really close to the escape room I work at so I took him to it and showed him all the rooms. It was honestly really cute seeing him get all excited about my favorite room, then asked if customers can recommend game masters. Unfortunately, the traffic was crazy on the way home, so once again he was late for something he had to do afterwards. Oops...

While nothing has been super romantic, I want to keep going out, and could see it getting romantic. We actually have a lot more in common than I was told. Idk I would love to see this turn into a cute little summer fling.