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rosesloveletters · 2 years

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Happy 25th Birthday, Erika🎂

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HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAY WISHES FOR YOU, SIS🥳🎉🎁 I got started on this gift package super early because I wanted to make it as special for you as possible and in order to do that, I needed more than just a couple of days to work on this. You deserve so much more from me, but please take this kind offering as just a fraction of how special you are to me and how much of a positive impact you’ve had on me and on the world, just by you being a part of it. You deserve nothing but the best of things on your special day and, so help me, if you don’t get everything you deserve (anything and everything good) then the universe and I are gonna share some not nice words.

I hope you enjoy this gift package, dearest sister💖 if there is anything more than I can do or make for you, please don’t hesitate to ask for it! Also, if there’s anything in here that you don’t like or would like for me to change or redo, then please let me know and I can make you something else~ I am sending you all my love, today and all days. Take care of yourself, sis, and have the best birthday ever! I wish I was there to hug you, but I’m certainly going to make up for that in October! When you get here, you can expect to receive all of the hugs you deserve💖💖💖 there is also going to be a part two to this because I can’t fit it all in one post this time, so I’ll tag you in part two as well💞💌

here we go:

A Handwritten Birthday Letter to My Sister🍰

hopefully you can read my writing - I write in a combination of cursive and printing + writing left handed on an iPad is hard af. i’m sorry it’s not ✨fancy✨ I tried for you, dear sister💞

A Handwritten Letter from Several of my F/Os

Lion specifically asked to write you a letter. He loves birthdays; he’s so excited because celebrating makes him feel like a kid and because he’s got an unhealthy obsession with cake. I apologize in advance for the joke he wrote at the bottom. I think he is out of material for now…

Don’t worry, I screened Tony’s before I posted this. I asked him to write you a birthday letter before I considered the possibilities of what I might receive back from him. He promised to be good and I think he was for the most part; he’s still Tony without a doubt, though the flamingo stationary is a nice touch.

I knew Linus would have a few sweet things to say to you on your special day! I can always count on him to deliver a kind-hearted message that is full of love. He’s one of the sweetest guys I know and I’m so happy he wanted to wish you a happy birthday.

Let Me Tell You // Henry Jekyll (Father) & Daughter Erika // word count: 2,961

Summary: You’ve been feeling disconnected from your Father for far too long and it has left a lasting effect on both of you. Henry Jekyll explores the side of his mind he does not often visit, delving into what fatherhood means to him, how deeply he loves his daughter, Erika, and his hopes for your shared future.

His life began at 38. His entire sense of being, at last, had purpose at 38.

The accolades, whether they were tangible or abstract, taking the form of grandiose words — words which were a token of authentic love and achievement, that became hollowed-out, meaningless flattery in comparison to the essence of what mattered the most to him: her.

He had been trapped within his own existence for far too long and that had been his safe space, as tragic a tale as it was for him to tell any other soul than the ones he trusted to keep it to themselves. It was almost the same as having had the red carpet rolled out for him and each time he tread upon that sacred pathway, he moved as though he had done so a dozen times before. He thought he had known himself, even though he spent each waking hour trying with all his might to uncover some hidden truth about himself, to free himself from the invisible shackles he wore day in and day out. He was chained to the life he had created for himself, when all he wanted to do was spend it with those he loved and not to fret over what he could not control.

He was not himself and perhaps he did not know what it had felt like, for comparison, if he ever had been. All his life he had dedicated his entire craft to freeing the better parts of him from the worst ones so that he felt free; he never wanted the same for her.

He was still going his own way, but now the once deadly serious game he played by himself didn't seem all that serious anymore. Not when he had her by his side. He wasn’t alone now and he could feel her presence within his own. He was within her as well, carried out with careful detail and precision and grown and cultivated as if his best qualities were like vines in the garden of her own existence. He had a hand in that, after all; she was his greatest, most treasured creation, his own flesh and blood: his daughter.

Her. The one who shook up his life just the right amount and he welcomed that, to have his mind gently pushed off course occasionally, knowing she was right there to take hold of his hand not let him fall back down into the darkness and the inexplainable. She made sense and gave his life purpose again. The only other person to have ever done that for him was Mary. He had learned much from her, ever the analyst and eager to soak up all knowledge offered to him like his brain was a sponge, and in turn she had given him the most beautiful, intelligent, gifted child he only ever dreamed of having. His Erika was far greater than any of his wildest imaginings could have presented her to be; having her by his side was something he held close to his heart. As he watched her grow from a small child into the strong woman he saw before him now, he realized how much of his world was so vastly unexplored and unrehearsed, even for a man his age who had waited somewhat longer than most to build his family. It had been the right time for him, for Mary. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, but the words terrified him. It was all a father like him could do to be certain his child would turn out to be nothing like him. All his life he had been trying to free himself from himself; he did not want her to follow in his footsteps and work her life away doing the same as he. Perhaps he was doing wrong by her and not being open enough or explaining the strain in their relationship. He wanted to see the good parts of himself reflected in her, not the bad. Not the turbulent disarray he often found himself in at times, when all he knew to do was barricade himself inside of his workspace and not come out until the feeling had passed, or the horrific sensation of wanting to peel off one’s own skin.

He knew how similar your personality and appearance favored the other side of him; he wanted to know his contributions too, to visualize them within you, yet he did not want to see you suffer the same mistakes as he had.

He needed to speak his truth, but instead he kept himself closed off and distanced from the one person he thought might understand him perhaps even better than his Mary did.

He often imagined himself in the dead of night, with his Erika sleeping next to him, leaning in to whisper into your chestnut auburn hair, the waves of which resembled that of Hyde, but the color…that was all him.

He whispered the words straight from his heart. Words that then became sentences which formed his truth. This was the fresh start he had longed for. Finally, he was given a clean slate and realized all the things that had been missing from his life. This miserable life had meaning after all and it only took him 38 years to come to that conclusion. He had Mary and he had you; that was more than enough.

Only too soon did he awaken and realize it was all just a dream, a figment of the reality he had created for himself, but for how long? He had manifested it all into existence somehow, hadn’t he? Or had it been there all along, waiting for him, like fate had aligned. He did not know how to communicate to you that he wanted more from your relationship than simply studying together or quiet, idle conversation when you would pass by him in the hall or catch him on the staircase on his or your way to the library. He wanted you to know that he was there and that he could be there as much as your Mama and your Papa were, even if sometimes your work and his studies pulled you away from each other from time to time. The same blood ran in your veins as did in his; it should have come easier than this.

You had all of his best qualities, it was true, and he could not have been happier for that. Relief swelled within his heart that you had not inherited the bad with the good, but even if you had done, he would have loved you all the same. Every bit of you was good to him and he never would have changed a thing about you. You were a hard worker, like him and like your Mama. You always strived to be better than you ever had been before and sometimes he wished you did not have that same drive for personal improvement because he worried, oh, he worried but that was only because of how much he cared. He was in awe of what you had accomplished in such a short amount of time and how diligently you obeyed your personal boundaries and disciplined yourself somehow much more positively than he had done for himself. He admired how you had taken his best qualities and improved upon them. You were a refined version of all three of your parents and he could barely keep himself contained out of excitement to see how well you might do yet. You still had much of your life left to live and therefore you had even more to grow and to learn and to experience and all he wanted was to grow and to learn and to experience it all alongside you. He desired the same for his child and for your life as any father would and he would rather die trying than forget to show you that side of him.

He would do what he must and if that meant stepping outside of his comfort zone a bit, then so be it. Nothing was worth more to him than you.

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You settled in on your bed after a busy day, and your Father reclined against a handful of pillows propped up against the headboard; the way he laid there made it look so comfy and inviting. The world seemed to shimmer in a golden glow somehow every time he was near and it was the same as knowing that everything would be alright; you were ready for this next adventure.

Things had been up in the air for some time now and you had been doing your best to reach out to him withoutreaching out, if that was the proper way to put it. You and your Father had a way of communicating that not many others did. The two of you had a secret language you could not speak with anyone else and even though you said nothing, you were heard loud and clear. You missed him. Your heart ached from where he had pulled his apart from yours and you were saddened by how distant he seemed these days. You were unsure what had caused this or if perhaps you were merely imagining it, but no. You knew your father; He had pulled away, hadn’t he?

"Here," he said to you now with a smile, his hand stretched out in a welcoming gesture, "you can lie here if you want."

He reached behind himself and held out a pillow for you, "You can use this."

He laid the pillow up against the headboard to the left of him and patted on it for you to lie down beside him.

Without hesitation, you climbed up beside him and draped a blanket over your legs as you snuggled into him. He had been quiet for some time before and now as his private thoughts seemed to lose priority, he gently put an arm around your shoulders and guided your body to bend in against his; a small act of endearment that said so much and to which you felt nothing but gratitude and love for him. Usually, you and your Father would not have moments like this one and it reminded you of how lost you seemed to be without him.

In those few short minutes, you became aware of how out of sync our breathing was. It was not something you’d given any thought to before and you fully immersed yourself in the feeling of your head slowly rising and falling with his breath. He was a faster breather than you were, only on your first exhale when he was on his second inhale, and that seemingly trivial realization struck something within you: it was not your breathing that was out of sync, but yourselves. Your entire lives had been out of sync for far too long for it not to have been concerning to you.

Life sure was something unpredictable.

You could not find the words you needed and your throat began to tighten. You should’ve been able to tell him how you were feeling, but it never got that far; your Father had not let it. He knew his Erika and without missing a beat, he finally, with heart-wrenching emotion and calculated accuracy, began to tell you what you’d needed to hear for months.

“I am never far away, Erika,” he whispered to you in the same voice he used when he dreamt about this very moment, “I know you think that I am, but I want you to know that I have never left you and that I never will.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest as you processed his words and let them sink in and wash over you like a tidal wave of hope, your fingers beginning to twitch and your skin prickling with a new warmth that spreads outward from the very depths of your soul where his words have touched, “I know that, Father. But things have been…strained between us. I know you feel it too.”

“Of course I do,” he nodded thoughtfully as he continued, “and I’ve thought on it night and day, how to remedy it. What I once thought needed to be mended was never truly broken, only it needs to be refined.”

“What are you saying?” you asked him, the words on the tip of your tongue and he looked at you then, his eyes conveying the truth which you came to so quickly on your own: you know what it is without him having to say it aloud. You always knew what he was trying to say before he ever had to say it.

“We need something that is just for us,” you spoke with finality, a statement rather than a question. You had spent all your time with Father just studying as though there was nothing else for you to explore together, working on your own projects in your own respective spaces, untouched by the other yet working alongside each other, together and not together, all at once. It was enough to drive the average person crazy, but not either of you. You both valued any shared time together, however, it seemed almost as if this was no longer enough to satisfy you both. You sought after the same sort of connection you had with your Papa to translate into one of your own with your Father. You both were needing that now more than ever, not because you feared any lack of connection, but because should all of this be stripped away, what might be left for the two of you? You craved your Father’s love in more ways than the one you both had nurtured for all this time. Now, you needed him differently. Your studies were not enough, it seemed, but your love for him always was. You would find a thing for just the two of you, a way to reach the other, a gateway into each other’s lives that couldn’t be shut, lest the other close the door; knowing the both of you, neither ever would.

Now, your studies had ended for the time being and you felt as though you had been left with nothing to keep the bond with your Father strengthened. The truth of the matter was just that: untrue. Nothing had changed between you and your Father, yet now you had to rely on your own communication to bring you both together once more. You and he could find time for the other now in ways beyond imagination for they were no longer just the idea of something and were unfolding in real time.

That was it and it was the beginning of a new era. You were unsure what it was that the two of you needed now, but you would find it. The first step was acknowledging what was missing and the rest would fall into place because you knew that neither you nor your Father would rest until you were securely intertwined within each other’s lives once more, just the way it had always been.

“I was afraid you might think the only way to my heart was through your studies,” he confessed, “but you must know, Erika, that you mustn’t try so hard for my acknowledgement. If I do not say it enough to you, and I apologize for that, but I want you to know how much I love you, whether you continue your studies or not. I will always be here for you. Communication has never been my strong suit, as you know quite well, but hear me now: I love you, my sweet daughter, with all the pieces of my heart.”

That might have been the most your father had said to you in a long time and you had needed to hear every word. It made perfect sense to you that your Father was looking for other ways to spend time with you because he wanted to be a part of every bit of you, not just the parts you had in common. He existed in all of you and wanted to share in it with you as much as he was able.

It was but a start, a beautiful beginning to the rest of your lives together and your Father would do anything he could to be a part of what was left to come. He had born witness to the astounding woman you were growing into and he was not going to miss a thing; he was in your life for the better and for the worse, the good days and the bad, just as he was for Mary. He had a family to be a part of and he would never walk away from that, even if it meant the worst.

It never would, mind you. Nothing bad would ever come of you or yours, so long as your Father (and your Papa) had anything to say about it.

You looked at him and shifted over a bit, offering more space to him, but he shook his head with a smile, "I'm beyond comfortable," he assured you, "I love to have you this near."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded.

A contented hum escaped him as you settled in against his arm once more and he suddenly produced a rather large book from the other side of him. He had kept it out of sight until the right moment and now he propped it against his knees, opening to a page he had ear-marked for such an occasion, ready to explore what new chapters awaited the two of you.

“Since we both agreed upon finding something that is just for us,” he began, “let us start with this.”

Love is Not Blind // Arthur Fleck x Erika // word count: 1,548

Summary: Your mind is a cruel weapon, often used against yourself, and your fears that you and Arthur are no longer compatible are the bullets; Arthur’s consistency within your life reminds you that those fears, as haunting as they may be, are only able to torment you as much as you let them. Love is in the eye of the beholder and the two of you are more in love than two people have ever been before you.

"Arthur..." your voice was soft as you whispered his name into the darkness. A deep desire for him to be near again, to make you whole again, gripped you and refused to let go. The harder you fought to be released from its powerful grasp, the tighter it became. Mere hours had passed since you last saw him, but the stretch of time had worn you thin and it wasn’t only that. Saying his name helped you picture the two of you together, as if uttering the two-syllable moniker for the man you most loved made it possible to visualize yourself beside him.

It seemed silly to think, after all this time you had spent together, that your worst fears might be true. They were not, of course, but your mind was too weary and exhausted to make heads or tails of how you were currently feeling on the matter. All that was for certain was the feeling itself. You did not like the tricks your fragile mind attempted to play upon itself. Under normal circumstances, you would have had the strength to fight them off, but you were far too drained to see the forest for the trees and the fear plagued you, coursing through your veins and rooting itself deep in your mind.

"Yes?"

You jumped at his response, the same response you had heard a hundred times before, but as unexpected as it had been in this moment was still enough to electrify your insides and make your pulse begin to race, your heart beating heavily inside your chest.

"Did you need me, sweetheart?" he asked while taking a step closer, closer, until he was standing beside you.

He cupped both his hands around yours as you reached out for him. His fingertips against your skin felt like a shot of electric current straight into your heart; a promise without words that everything was going to be alright, that he wasn't going anywhere. He could read your thoughts and the pained expression on your face betrayed you. Arthur knew exactly what you were thinking and he frowned. He was far from angry with you, never would he ever have any reason for that.

He hummed quietly as he observed your hands in his. His own hands were large, yet thin; made perfectly to fit against yours. When you were not with him and he missed you to the point where it became excruciating, your hands were often the first thing that came to mind. Your skin was soft despite the vigorous cleaning you often did and the toll certain products took on your flesh, but it was evident you took care of yourself.

It pleased Arthur to know how well you looked after yourself and he hoped for that same tender love and care for your mind as well as your body. He often admired your haircare routine and how regimented you were about caring for the beautiful, flowing mane that reached nearly to your tailbone. Your mental health deserved just as much love and attention and, if it was the very last thing he would ever do, Arthur was going to make certain that it was cared for just the same.

"I’ve always needed you.”

You reached out and gently grabbed the heel of his hand. Your thumb pressed into his palm, circling it a few times and the gesture made him smile as he enlaced your fingers to hold you still for a moment.

The way his hand held yours were a confession: I am in love with you.

You were inextricably entwined within one another — figuratively and spiritually; a more powerful sentiment than soulmates — that was just scratching the surface — this went far beyond that. Not just the “missing part of one another's souls" but something far greater and neither you nor he had the proper words for what you were experiencing. All you could do was live the life together that you were given and make sense of it as best you could without wasting a single second. You were in the here and now; nothing else mattered except him.

Your fears were unrecognizable in his presence and you took every opportunity to savor it. The burden which typically weighed you down was no more than a footnote in the storybook of your life.

The mere sight of him made you want to live forever and that was something you did not often think about. What you truly wanted was not to be left alone, but only by him. You wanted to be yourself for once, hiding in plain sight, but only he would have the ability to see you. You had taken a gamble and let fate be in charge. You were mentally, physically and spiritually exhausted from the burdens you carried on your shoulders each day from the time you rose from your comfortable bed until you laid your head back onto your pillow at night and so you did not currently have the strength to free yourself from the fears that constricted you from feeling as you once had. If only for a little while, Arthur would be the one to carry your heavy burden; his presence afforded you the break you so desperately craved and deserved more than no other and even though you despised putting it all onto him, he accepted it with kindness and reverence as he let you sink into a peaceful state of bliss and relaxation.

Captured in his warm embrace, you gave a relieved sigh, knowing you were complete again. How often had you laid awake at night, worried to death that there had been some sort of mistake? You did not feel like you and your Arthur were compatible in the slightest, yet each time you found yourself here, the feeling quickly subsided until you were alone again and then those thoughts that you fought so brutally each and every waking hour would come back to you at full force.

You clung to him, fearful that if you should let go those thoughts might come back even while he was still there, threatening to destroy the life you had built with and for each other so very long ago. It did not seem like it had been that long since you had met, but reflecting back on it now made it seem farther away than you last remembered. You were determined to find a way to cope with it all, even if it meant explaining to the love of your life how you felt and that might be the singlehandedly most difficult thing you had ever considered doing, but what else was there if you did not have each other to rely on, in times of both weakness and in strength?

Even still, it was not something you had to verbally communicate; Arthur knew you better than anyone who had come before him and whoever would be there after him. He understood that your mind liked to play cruel tricks on you and make you hyper-aware of your reality in a warped way, how your fears were driven only by your own desire to live up to expectations put forth by others who had no right to have ever treated you the way they had done in the past.

You wanted to be the best version of yourself that you could be and while Arthur admired that about you, he wanted you to know that there was no better version of you than the one which had fallen in love with him. He loved you both in the best of times and in the worst and if that meant that he had to quell these natural fears from time to time, then he would. He always would; you could rely on him never to leave you behind, forget you, or take advantage of the love you shared.

There might have been differences between the two of you and there was nothing unusual about that by any means. No two souls were exactly alike and that was the rationality of it all, however, that had no bearing on how compatible you both were. You did not have to be twin flames to fall in love, nor did you have to be identical to one another. You both were uniquely your own and that was what pulled you both to the other. Sometimes, life just got in the way and brought two people together, even though neither of them knew exactly why. You both had experienced so much within your individual lives and there was nothing that the two of you needed now more than each other.

You were different, that was true, but you were still one in the same because your hearts burned for the other as no one’s but lovers’ do. Arthur meant something to you that no one else could say was true for them and that was the beauty of it; you both meant more to each other than you had ever meant to yourselves and the love was there, even if sometimes it was hard to see.

‘Love is blind’ is the saying most often used, but love wasn't blind.

Love was right there in front of you; he was yours and you were his — the end.

The smaller gifts can be found in a follow-up post to this one, so stay tuned for part two!

#made with love :: 💛

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taliaquinn · 4 years

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Hamilton AU Part 2

lthI’m really glad to see that you guys loved the Hamilton AU. I really enjoyed seeing all the comments. Sorry for the inactivity I was super busy with getting readjusted and getting the proper amount of sleep. I hope I tagged Everyone if I didn't please feel free to comment here or direct message me. Here is the part two with a bigger presence of the Batfam. :)

“ItwasanecessarysacrificeitwasnecessaryItwasneededtosavemyreputationitwas-” repeating that mantra, Adrien slowly lifted his head from his hands to look over the newspapers, splattered all around his desk. All the headlines glaring at him in bold black print.

SHOCKING: Details Of Adrien Agreste’s Affair Revealed

FASHION INDUSTRY IN CHAOS FOLLOWING ADRIEN AGRESTE ADMITTING AN AFFAIR WITH BRULER INDUSTRIES SECRETARY LILA ROSSI

‘OH YES HE WOULD STAY WHENEVER HE COULD ESCAPE HIS WIFE” ALLEGED MISTRESS LILA ROSSI STATES

MARINETTE AGRESTE IN TATTERS FOLLOWING BOMBSHELL AFFAIR ALLEGATIONS

Adrien couldn’t help but flinch at that specific headline.

Marinette would forgive him. She was head-over-heels in love with him plus she had to forgive him for the sake of Emma, Louis, and Hugo.

He quickly turned and focused on the only headline that mattered.

ADRIEN AGRESTE CLEARED OF ANY FINANCIAL WRONGDOING BY FRENCH INVESTIGATORS

Oh god, he couldn't believe he had let it get that far. He should’ve released the video much earlier before any charges were made public.

How dare they try to frame him. Everyone knew he always did everything in his life perfectly, efficiently, and legally.

That lowly Bruler Board Member trying to extort him of all people. Then have the nerve to accuse him of embezzlement just so they could avoid jail time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the big framed picture of his and Marinette's wedding. Marinette beaming with joy, her arm wrapped around Adrien's.

She looked beautiful that day. No matter what, seeing that picture of her in her wedding dress always managed to take his breath away.

She’ll forgive him. Especially once she knows why Adrien had to take extreme measures.

He threw most of the Newspapers away keeping only that one that cleared him on any legal wrongdoing.

He sat down actively trying to ignore the pings from his cellphone. Before finally reaching over and shutting it off.

He leaned back and thought back to that fateful day that changed everything.

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Adrien was just walking out of a meeting with the CEO of Bruler Industries when he felt hands wrap around his arm. He shifted to politely ask them to let him go before he was staring at familiar green eyes.

”Oh!?” Adrien is that you?” Lila squealed. Grasping his arm even tighter.

“Lila? It's been so long since I last saw you” he exclaimed awkwardly trying to get his arm released from the Italian grip.

“Far too Long” Lila cried wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He quickly returned the hug. finally breaking it off, after an oddly long time, before walking towards the elevator together

” What are you doing here? Are you working on a Charity collaboration with Bruler Industries?” He asked, he couldn't help but notice Lilas employee id.

“Huh- OH UHM no actually I work here now” She let out quickly taking off her ID and stashing it into her pocket “I got offered a job here once they saw the way I ran one of my charities, They practically begged me to come work for them as a secretary and help them with Organizing”

“Wow, that's amazing” He breathed out stepping onto the elevator with her following closely behind “What a coincidence that we managed to run into each other”

“Sure is” Ha. As if.

Lila had been seeing the Articles written about the “power couple”. Adrien and Marinette. She seethed with jealousy every time an article would appear, praising her work, her charity, and her kindness.

That should’ve been Lila, she should've been the other half of the power couple. She should’ve been the “beloved beautiful Mrs.Agreste.”

This is why she was ecstatic and thrilled when she saw Adrien scheduled for a Meeting with Bruler Industries CEO on the schedule that Assistant Secretaries received each day. She could barely manage to qualify for her job as an assistant secretary to a lower executive, she could only dream of being the CEO’s secretary.

Reading articles and watching videos Lila realized that she wasn’t the only one Jealous of Marinette. Adrien was too. Through the quick glances thrown in his wife's direction or the flickers of annoyance on his face every time Marinette's fans approached her on the streets, who would practically ignore Adrien.

Lila knew it was jealousy. She after all felt it too.

The baker girl surpassed Lila. That enraged her to no end. She was determined to change all of that.

This is why she had to sneak her way onto the top floor barely in time so she could “run” into Adrien. Which was successful.

Shaking back to reality Lila couldn't help but give a quick glance at Adrien next to her in the Elevator, she realized that she had stumbled upon a crucial piece of knowledge that would give her everything she wanted.

There was no way she could let Adrien leave….at least without her.

Lila practically dragged Adrien towards a “close” cafe that just so happened to have an intimate theme. Lila ordered coffee for them both and quickly delved into all her “adventures” she “had” since leaving lycee. Totally false but attention-grabbing as apparent by Adrien's intense concentration on Lila and her adventures.

Lila knew that she didn’t have to worry about Marinette interrupting their little meet-up. She was away. Lila knew this. She saw the news report about Marinette and Her kids landing in Gotham in a private jet.

Adrien was obviously unhappy at the fact that his family was in the States without him for all of the summer. They had to stay in the States for all of the summer because of Marinette. She was a Wayne so she was required to go to the annual Wayne Gala.

Meanwhile, he stayed behind to take care of the Agreste company, fighting to make it even greater, Maintain the image of perfection. He even had the hope that someday it would be able to join Wayne corporations. Until then the Agreste Mansión was empty.

For now.

Lila wasn’t blind she could see the jealousy written on Adrien's face when the topic shifted to his wife. Marinette Wayne-Agreste. beautiful, talented, intelligent, business owner and mother of three.

Plus her parents were Bruce Wayne, CEO of Wayne Corporations, along with Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain who were world-renowned bakers.

Marinette was the envy of all, including her husband.

She reached out and took Adrien's hands into her own. “Oh Adrien just know that you are sooo kind,” putting on a mask of fake worry she continued “I could only wonder how much you worry about her cheating on you, I mean Marinette does go on abroad trips on a daily basis and men practically trip over themselves to talk to her, who knows what goes on when you're not around”

She felt Adrien's hands tighten their grip around her. Lila flashed a triumphant smile before quickly placing a mask of concern over it. If everything went on according to plan soon she might find herself as the new Mrs.Agreste. Soon they both stood up and Adrien offered to walk her home and pay. “ Adrien you are too kind” Lila giggled out.

Oh, Adrien was feeling pleased with being the center of attention, and Lila didn’t even have to milk it that much. After all, He offered to walk her home she didn't even need to ask.

“Oh Adrien it was so much fun talking and chatting again” Lila cooed, batting her eyelashes at him while clutching at his arm. Very reminiscent of their highschool days. Far too soon for Lilas liking they arrived at her hotel.

“Well I should head back home,” He said sheepishly standing inside the hotel lobby.

Lila knew she had one shot. Quickly she flung at Adrien and clasped her hands around her upper arm. “Stay” She pleaded “We haven’t talked in so long, it's too soon for you to go”.

Adrien let out a sigh and saw the hopeful and pleading look in her eyes. Marinette's smiling face flashed in front of him for a sec. But he quickly brushed it aside. Talking to Lila had been such an eye-opening, refreshing experience. Marinette's face flashed once again before Adrien angrily pushed away from the image.

Like Lila said, who knew what Marinette was up to on her trips abroad in Gotham? She probably stayed in her friend's hotel room all the time to talk. Plus He was weak and tired from the long weekend; it surely wouldn’t hurt to stay and chat for a few hours with Lila.

Making up his mind He allowed himself to be led up the hotel stairs.

Lila Quickly led him to her hotel room and opened the door. Adrien without batting an eyelash stepped inside. The door shutting behind him

Unbeknownst to a happy Marinette in Gotham surrounded by her brothers, sister, father, and children the perfect storm has just been created and its name was Lila Rossi

Anyways that's a wrap. I used the tax Evasion accusation since thats similar to what Alexander Hamilton was accused of. Wonder what's coming next >:)

Don't forget to like, reblog and comment, I really look forward to reading your comments since they bring me so much joy. Also if I missed tagging you please just comment again. Apologies :)

Stay Safe and Healthy

S/o to @mikantsume for noticing the Custody thing. Hope this answers your question.

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bluekaddis · 3 years

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COMMISSIONS CLOSED UNTIL NOVEMBER

The break was longer than I expected but here I am - opening my art commissions again :)

You can find examples of my personal and commissioned work under my art tag.

If you are interested please find the price list and terms of use under the cut.

Reblogs are appreciated 🤗

WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT?

I offer digital art commissions for personal use. I am a self-taught artist and I draw in a particular style I’m comfortable with. You can see my work on deviantArt and under #my art tag on Tumblr and see if it appeals to you. Please, don’t ask me to draw in different style (like realism or your fav cartoon). I usually draw OCs and fanart, including both human/humanoid characters and animals. For more details, please find DOs and DON’Ts below.

DOs and DON’Ts

YES ✅

OCs

fanart

pets

other animals and fantasy creatures

moderate violence/blood

SFW couples

NO ⛔

real life people

NSFW

complicated backgrounds

mecha/vehicle

furry

commercial art

any other topic or theme I feel uncomfortable with or consider offensive to other people

PRICES:

FOR HUMAN / HUMANOID CHARACTERS :

FOR ANIMALS (basic price for dogs, cats, wolves etc.) :

If you request a picture with shading, you can choose between cell shading (example) and soft shading (example). The type of shading does not affect the final price.

The basic price for flat color and shaded pictures include a very simple background (example). If you wish to have a picture with more detailed background (example) it will affect the price, usually between $ 5 -10.

Any additional character costs 60% of the original price. If the picture includes one human and one animal, the 60 % price would apply to the animal character.

COMMISSION PROCESS

when your commission is accepted you will be added to the queue (I don’t accept more that 3 commissions at the time. If there are no open slots you will be informed and we can discuss another term in the future).

I will ask you to provide references for your commission – screenshots, photos, short OC description etc. The more the better :) We can discuss what you expect to find on a picture, its mood, colors, anything you find important.

after receiving references, I make a concept sketch, showing poses, faces and basic elements of armor/clothing and I send it to you. At this point you can request any changes you want. Once you accept the sketch, I will request a payment via PayPal and will continue working on the picture after receiving payment. Then we can still make midpoints for providing corrections (for example after finishing lineart or flat color) if you like but the changes should not to be drastic at this point

it will take 1-3 weeks for me to complete your commission. Full body and colored art will take more time than a bust sketch. If there is any unexpected delay on my part I will inform you immediately

after I finish your commission you will receive a final full resolution art. If you commission a colored art I can send you an additional file with lineart

commissioned art is for your private use only and cannot be used in any commercial way (prints, merchandise etc.).

as an author, I keep the right to my art and I can publish it in my gallery on deviantArt and Tumblr. If you want to post the commission from your Tumblr account please inform me beforehand and credit me by adding @bluekaddis so I can find and reblog it.

if you want to post commissioned work on other websites (i.e. as an avatar, banner, RPG character) or share it on social media, please provide a link to my Tumblr or deviantArt account.

PAYMENT

I accept PayPal payments ($) If you are from Poland you can also pay in PLN via bank transfer

CONTACT

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If you have any questions feel free to message me :)

Thanks!

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thestralwatcher · 3 years

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So I’ve had to deal with the absolute worst customer in my entire working career ever this past week. (It’s Rose at the Notre Dame university bookstore in case anyone was wondering) apologies in advance, it’s going to be long

So for this school we have two “titles” that are basically just boxes of lab equipment. There’s a lock, goggles, a lab coat, a notebook, and an access card for the online book. These are shipped as individual boxes since there’s a good amount of materials. This is different from what we usually send to stores, which would be boxes of multiple notebooks. I mention this bc the store manager, Rose made such a damned big deal about it.

So the whole ordeal started at the beginning of the month when my boss CC-ed me on an email conversation with Rose letting her know that she was going to be out of town so to contact me with any questions or requests for her order of the two bundles we had for the school. She ended the email with “hopefully things go smoothly this year” so already I have a bad feeling that this is going to be difficult.

Rose emails me to let me know that this is a time when they receive a lot of deliveries at their store (she specifically mentioned receiving football equipment in addition to books and school supplies) so she wanted to make sure that their order of nearly 1000 bundles could be split into smaller orders with only one order arriving per day to make sure that they weren’t overwhelmed at the store. A bit of an annoying request, but not impossible for us to attempt to accommodate. The only thing being that once an order leaves our warehouse we have zero control over how long it takes to deliver or when it gets delivered so I told Rose that I was putting notes on her orders so that they would hopefully ship on different days and then be delivered on different days. And she again reminded me that they needed the orders to arrive just as she specified. Okay, fine, I’m doing what I can.

Now, unfortunately, we’ve been having delays it’s getting materials and books in stock on time this season bc our printers are all short staffed and they can only print and ship so much at a time. So the bundles are already going to be a little later than expected. We had a team of people putting the boxes together at our satellite warehouse last last week so we could get them shipped out last week.

So we finally get things together and get the first order shipped out Tuesday. This first order was for 85 boxes of one title (11181) and 150 copies of the other (11171) and the manager at the satellite warehouse gets it shipped out Tuesday last week. On Wednesday I send Rose an email with the tracking information (I had to wait for our regular warehouse manager to get me the info bc the satellite manager was out all of last week after Tuesday) and at 4:56 Wednesday evening I get the following email from Rose:

“Beth, do you realize we already got three skids today? You sent a skid of 11181 when we only wanted 85 and two skids of 11171. Please do not send any more of 11181 and I will write up everything tomorrow and you can arrange a call tag to pick up the others. This is a hot mess and the paperwork the driver had was wrong and we have damaged cases as well. Way to go..........................”

So I was about to lose my mind at this. Not only was it at the end of the day, but she was incredibly rude over something that was genuinely a mistake and moreso, not my fault! The editor in charge of the projects wanted to respond to her that evening, but I told her that, quite frankly, I was off for the day and Rose didn’t deserve any of my unpaid time. Plus i wanted to hear back from the warehouse to see their end in case something happened so they sent out more than they were supposed to or if Rose was just stupid and we did what we said we would and it just wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. So the editor sent Rose a message saying that I’d get back to her in the morning with more information and I went to dinner w my parents and papa so that I wouldn’t punch a hold thru a wall in anger

So Thursday morning I get in to an email from our main warehouse manager (since the satellite manager was out the rest of the week) letting me know that we had sent three skids for the order. Because each skid holds 96 boxes. So, since the order was for 235 boxes, it physically had to ship as three skids. I was fucking giddy as I typed my response to Rose, spelling out why she received three skids and letting her know that I would be holding her remaining four orders for 150 of 11171 each until I got the go-ahead from her that she was okay with the fact that the orders would be one and a half skids each.

Well, Rose emails back that we actually sent three full skids instead of one full and two partials. She included the phrase “believe it or not, I can count” and then after reiterating how she wanted her orders sent said, “My next suggestion would be to fulfill my orders as requested going forward.” And asked if they’d be getting another order that day. So I typed up a very off-color response to her informing her how obnoxious and cunty I thought she was being and how her attitude was helping exactly zero people and quite honestly making me feel less inclined to be helpful at all. And then I typed up a nicer response and asked my boss for read it over to make sure that it was professional and appropriate. In my email i let her know that we only had the paperwork to go off of as the warehouse manager who put the shipment out was out of the office, so we legitimately did not know that she received more than what was on her order and that, no I had held her other orders to make sure that she was okay with how they were going to be shipped, but I could put them in and hopefully get the next one shipped out that day or Friday.

At that point, she got the other manager at their store involved who emailed Friday morning to ask me to confirm they’d be getting the rest of their order that day as they had students arriving on campus who would need them. I informed her that no, we hadn’t shipped anything else yet and said that it was bc our satellite warehouse was short staffed (which is essentially true. There’s one person who works in that warehouse— the manager— and he’d been out all week) so Rose jumped back in to say “Just to make certain I understand correctly, there hasn't been another order shipped since the first delivery? We need to get on the ball with this order short staffed or not folks!!”

At that point i was beyond pissed. They were asking for something above and beyond what we do normally, and we were doing everything we could to keep them placated, including shipping the rest of their orders for free, but there’s literally only so much we can do with the staff that we have. So, after venting into an empty word doc, I responded with “That is correct. We wanted to make sure that we wouldn't overwhelm you with multiple orders in a day, like you asked, and since the first shipment went out incorrectly, we wanted to be sure that it didn't happen again. Unfortunately that means that we aren't able to schedule a pickup from the shipper until Monday as it took some time to confirm that the rest of the shipments were okay to go forward per your instructions. The remaining shipments will be going out all of next week, but if you need us to send more than one order at a time, please let me know and I can coordinate with our warehouse team to make sure that happens.” (Also I’m now realizing that rose never actually confirmed that we could/should ship the rest of the orders so that’s a fun thing) as this was going on, I was trying to coordinate with our warehouse manager to see if we could get the next order out and (as my dad who works in that warehouse told me) they were basically running around asking every shipper who came by that day if they could take the order bc the store’s preferred shipper wasn’t available to pick it up. But we finally managed to get it picked up and shipped around 1 Friday afternoon

So, Rose, in all of her Karen-ness responds “In what world would it be, as the buyer, my fault for making and having confirmation of shipping directions the reason why your company has failed??” Funnily enough, that email sent me passed pissed off to just calm and I’d started typing a response when a message from my boss (who had been CC-ed on the entire conversation) popped up saying “take a minute, step away from your computer, then respond” so I laughed to myself and explained to Rose that I wasn’t trying to blame her (yes I was) but that I was only trying to explain why I was being so cautious and why there would be a gap in their shipments. Of course, then I get an email from the other store manager saying that she wished we had communicated the delay in shipments ahead of time and that if that had happened they would have been able to tell us that it mattered more that they received the boxes on time, not that they were received separately as originally requested, ending with “I would have thought this would be a logical conclusion on your part, so the mistake was mine in thinking that.”

And that’s when I realized that this manager (Becky) hadn’t been informed of everything that actually had happened and most likely just got the bitching from Rose that we’d messed up and it was all our fault that they wouldn’t be getting the boxes on time. So I got to inform her that I had told Rose immediately that we were going to be holding the remainder of her orders until we got the ok from her to ship since she’d been so upset with how the first shipment had arrived.

So once I’d gotten that all explained and smoothed out, I got an email from the freaking Macmillan rep for the area who’s been “filled in” on the situation and wanted to make sure that we were going to be able to get the store what they needed and when 🙄 and she followed up this morning to make sure that we’d done what we said. So we got the order delivered today, another one that’s either been delivered since or is being delivered tomorrow, a third that’s either tomorrow or Wednesday, and the last order that’s shipping tomorrow being delivered Wednesday or Thursday depending on shipping times.

Behind the scenes, I wasn’t aware, but my boss’s boss and his (new) boss had also been filled in about the situation and my boss had explained our half of the story, so I got a message from my boss’s boss thanking me for handling the situation and that he thought it had handled the situation well and professionally and that it was “100% the fault of an extremely difficult customer”

I’m just so Done with this and I hope to God I don’t ever have to deal with this store in the future

#beth rambles about her life #Beth rambles about her job #I legit did a shot in the middle of the day Friday bc I was so fed up with everything #bc on top of dealings with this store #I’ve got like 50 other stores and schools placing orders and getting info all day long #on the other side of the coin #I have a different store that wanted to order a total of 1100 of our spiral bound notebooks over two orders #that they’d placed one two weeks ago one last week #but I’d been a little late in putting the first order in and by the time I got to it we were out of that notebook #which is another stupid story #so we were completely out of the notebook and won’t be getting more for at least a week probably more #but we do have another of the same binding and page count #just that the original copy is tear-out instead of the copy page #and she was so nice to me #saying that she’d be okay with the sub and that it’s not the end of the world that the shipments won’t go out until today #it’s like freaking night and day between her and how Rose handled things

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inventors-fair · 4 years

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Free Sample Group Commentary

Open doors only for today!

@scavenger98 I didn’t do runner ups this time but this entitled boy had serious potential, though I don’t understand the when cast part of the card. Anyway, great overall flavor, 0 actual impact like its cost, which is a good thing for this challenge. It can have serious uses in monarch matters environments, in decks that skip their draw phase for one reason or another (mad pair with Solitary Confinement ) and there can be interesting kitchen table politics since you get to decide who’s the next monarch!

@machine-elf-paladin Pretty smart flavor text and a deceptively innocent 0 drop which could warp the game around it, especially in limited formats, where it would feast on every blocker or removal target until it becomes a threat in its own right. Considering this, maybe haste is a bit too much.

@walker-of-the-yellow-path making a statement for the peculiar times we live in right now with their design! The cards reads fun, but I’m concerned about the impact it will have on the game it’s played. The back and forth of the Plaguebearer might feel too much in the long run. I would like it more if it had limited uses like in the peculiar case of Leech Bonder.

@i-am-the-one-who-wololoes one can’t go wrong with egg designs! Unlike other egg cards, this one has to “hatch” and not just break/die to get your birb, which is a neat flavor win!

@kavinika Not gonna lie, this lil robo put a smile on my face. It has the essential amount of usefulness for a 0 drop and later on, be it equipment or counters, you can make combat difficult for the opponents. I can’t wait to see more of Soscarus’ creations!

@askkrenko One major concern when designing 0 drops is what if the player gets to have two of them in the first hand? Will it be too much? The all-wise goblin lord of Ravnica tackled this problem with the introduction of the “basic creature” concept and I dig it. Yes, this goblin is stronger than the standard 0 drop, memnite, but at least you can play only one on your first turn. People with experience with affinity decks will know this matters quite a lot.

@aethernalstars Before the commentary, I’m pretty sure this hydra can enter the battlefield without counters but I don’t remember the method. Everyone please comment below to remind me of the card, it really bothers me that I can’t remember it XD Now on to the commentary, I like you used the trend in the flavor texts where Vivien describes animals from different planes! On the battlefield, a 0/1 will do what 0/1s do, but the “printed power” is the selling point of the card, be it revealing on exiling with Varolz.

@dimestoretajic This this the first of the three o drop gods we received! The art chosen for this is great, mighty yet hilarious XD The fury of Om rains down on infidels that mess with your creatures, and that damage can really make a difference. The threat of damage also “protects” your creatures so its a tad easier to actually flip Om’s switch!

@morbidlyqueerious The second god design comes in the form of a land creature. Technically lands aren’t qualified for this challenge since they don’t have costs at all but the problem of the design is that it’s very easy for Anagatha to start counting as a creature, and a 5/5 creature that is. If this was a regular god design for like 2 to 4 mana, it would be great, it has both a good straightforward condition and payoff.

@naban-dean-of-irritation Atropos has a very subtle impact on the game at any time, and its power level is lower than other graveyard hate cards, so I think it being a God creature evens things out. The creature awakening condition feels fair too. I believe it could see play in decks with some artifacts and/or morph shenanigans!

@emmypupcake If you frequent to mythic spoiler, you might have come across the ongoing meme of “Looks like dredge got a new toy”. I feel this can be said the wisps but for Arcades decks or defender heavy theme in general. However it being defender isn’t that much of a drawback for it to have more toughness than ornithopter, and I feel it would be really frustrating if your opponents could wall you with a 3 toughness flyer with 0 effort.

@evscfa1 Zuthfangg is a really interesting design in regards of using a drawback to justify the 0 cost of the card. And in our case the drawback/ the spice of the card is that the opponents have a say on what it can or can’t do. With that in mind, I think being a 1/1 would be okay. Yes, it would surpass memnite for sure, but it’s a legendary creatures so it makes sense!

@nine-effing-hells First of all, I got to praise your effort for writing two flavor texts, and the second in the broken message form! On to the actual card, I think it would look better if the specimen had counters and it loses them in order to transform. That would save some text and complexity. As for the power level, I think by the time you get this to transform, your opponent will be able to handle a 4/4 menace creature.

@whackycrack It’s so cute!!! And while innocent it plays pretty well especially with combined blocks and/or more tiny screamers!

@hypexion I really dig the design idea and the overall flavor but being either a 0/1 or a 4/4 flyer for 0 mana feels overwhelming. The optimal stats are debatable but my call would be either 2/1 or 3/1. I feels its ok to hit harder if you are the monarch, but the high toughness gives it more longevity than other more expensive creatures. What do you guys think?

@starch255 This design is meant for edh, where life totals and creatures are usually larger but gifting a 5/5 0 drop to an opponent so they kill all the other plays is surely undercosted, plus EDH has a lot of tutors so the threat is very real, even in a 99 card deck. A smaller body with some slight evasion would feel less oppressive?

@thedirtside Leyline of Anticipation’s best friend!! Buy yours while supplies last XD It also works well with blink effects. So this little kitty is either an innocent creature or an demon straight out of the Hellvault. Are cats allowed to have such power?

@snugz Fleeting Flame is strictly more fair than the spirit guides cards, and that says a lot. The elemental tag might also come in handy! What’s not to like?

@Danny Death triggers fit 0 cost designs because even if they do have an impact, it happens later in the game, so in this regard, Exploited Muse gets a passing grade! There’s like a lot of room in the card, so I kinda expected some sort of flavor text to explain the muse’s hardships etc

@whuh-oh a 0 mana sliver? You sir, like to play with fire! The average sliver deck appreciates all the ramp it can get but at some point the enters tapped clause will be a hindrance. Ι doubt this passes the 0 cost test, but I’m curious to see how different a Sliver deck would be with a playset of this in it.

@shootingstarhunter Another good strategy for designs with stats higher than the average of the mana cost is the group hug way! The design is also a nice throwback to the recent Generous Gift.

@misterstingyjack and @antediluvian-microchip With the innovation of Lithoform Engine, we can now have copies of creature spells, and two people jumped on the hype train to explore this design space. Ludevic’s Reject provides semi-useful bodies with a steep life cost, and Motes of dust, being true to their name, do.. a lot of etb and death triggers. However, there’s a reason MaRo named the storm scale after this wild mechanic, so for once, maybe we should trust Ludevic XD

@shakesZX Typical humans, they cry about being oppressed while they can enter the battlefield as a 3/3 for 0 mana and minimum effort. May Avacyn purge them! Also, it can somehow count the opponent creatures that enter the battlefield on your turn with flash or deathtriggers.

@wolkemesser Not gonna lie, didn’t expect to see a germ in a not-token card! The ability is really sweet, it obviously synergizes with living weapon and one scry every couple turns feels ok for a 0 cost card! Glory to Phyrexia!

@deafeningsandwichpeach I like that this card uses a condition to justify its power and cost but getting to ten Scute Swarms is a small miracle in itself, even with the built-in replication ability.

@milkandraspberry Symmetric effects are fair game in any mana cost, but the scale of this goblin is extreme. 5 damage swings can close the game very abruptly and sudden ends usually don’t provide fun or closure.

@teaxch The suicide recipe is never off the menu no matter the mana cost! I think this works well as a 2/1 0 drop. But I can’t help but wonder what evil acts a leech must do to return as a spirit horror XD

@ignorantturtlegaming Closing with a very interesting design that cares about multicolored cards. It would be bold to say this is a “build around me card” but I can see it being prime target for auras and other buffs while being supported by multicolored instants for protection. Also pearlescent dragon is all colors, which elevate it to high draft pick in environments like shadowmoor/eventide with their color matters theme.

#Free Sample #group commentary #mtg #custom Magic card #inventors-fair

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throwitawayokay · 3 years

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Predators around every corner

This is confusing. A lot of your favorite fandom creators, out of nowhere, are being accused of endangering minors and others for making nsfw content or following/being-friends-with people who do; that is a serious claim, and a frightening one, and no one would say such a thing if they weren’t 100% sure they were correct about it, right? After all, to say something about someone is an awful thing to say, and needs proof and reason, or else it is libel and grounds for a defamation lawsuit and would, morally, be an absolutely terrible thing to accuse a person of if it was not true.

Obviously, they must have reason. Obviously, these accusations are founded and must eventually prove to be true, even if they cannot now, or maybe they can, maybe the accusations would hold up in a court of law, but for some reason the same people making these accusations... won’t come out directly and accuse these people and don’t have any evidence besides what they ‘think’ this other person is thinking.

Someone has made an argument, somewhere, that writing nsfw of aged up minor characters in atla is predatory behavior and endangering to minors. Is it?

1. Is it legal?

Easy answer, yes. It’s legal. By definition it is smut of adult characters, regardless of where it originates. None of it is on tumblr, where it would not be allowed, but instead on a web site where it is clearly tagged and behind an age limit. In fact, this argument would be laughed out of court. Because no law is protecting the nsfw depictions of fictional characters, who are not real, regardless of age, besides potentially copyright.

If the stories are about underage fictional characters? It still, at least by USofA law, still not illegal. Yes. That’s correct. Stories depicting underage fictional characters in sexual situations does not follow under the definition of child porn and is allowed in publication and law. To see proof of that, besides reading the actual law which you are free to do, simply note the fact that Stephen King’s It is not only still in print but recently had two film adaptations.

So that, would in fact, be allowed; however what is being called into question is depicting adult fictional characters in nsfw situations. A completely different thing that is, actually, very different from the other. But, to simply answer the question of legality, it’s all legal.

2. When is it endangering to minors?

This content can, in fact, be endangering to minors when they are exposed to it either without warning, in a search, or if they are sent this content by another person. Ways that this could happen are if nsfw images appear google searches (where such content can be reported and taken down) or if nsfw writing is not properly tagged or accompanied by archive warnings (posted on ffnet for example or not properly rated on ao3). If this is happening, it is a good idea to go to the website to report it properly, or have someone contact the artist/author about the lack of tagging - the content itself is irregardless, the problem that exists here is the lack of warning.

Nsfw art is also not allowed by the tumblr guidelines; feel free to report it if seen. Please, however, take a step back to remember than an image of a person in their underwear is not, in fact, pornography. If you’ve ever walked past a billboard for a clothing company or seen a Victoria’s Secret catalogue you should know this. There is, in fact, an actual parameter for what sets apart sfw and nsfw.

If this content, however, has been properly tagged and is behind a proper age limit, with warnings and the like, it is not endangering toward minors. Clicking on a nsfw art or writing with clear warnings for what it is does not make the creator of that content responsible; a porn star is not responsible for endangering minors if a minor answers falsely to a website agreement stating they are 18 and views their content. The responsibility lies with the minor as well as the guardians of that minor for not teaching them how to responsibly search the internet and recognize what they should or should not be viewing.

If you are not mature enough to recognize this, you should not be online.

3. But I disagree?

You are within your rights to have a difference of opinion or feel uncomfortable if a person posts links to their nsfw content, or mentions that they make nsfw content. In fact, nsfw content makes many people uncomfortable. There are many ways to avoid seeing this.

First, go to the filter on your blog and filter all nsfw related tags you can think of, some starting points I would suggest are: nsfw, nsfw tw, nsfw mention, adult content, adult content tw, adult content mention (feel free to keep going, be as thorough as makes you comfortable). Next, block the blogs you do not personally like; feel free to block as many blogs, for any reason, that you like. This is absolutely fine and no explanation is needed. If you feel uncomfortable having your blog followed by any adults at all, you can also take steps to make the blog unsearchable and only follow as few people as you like.

What you should not do is harass people for making content that you personally do not like. This includes nsfw content. Making such incredibly serious claims as to state someone is a predator who endangers minors for making nsfw content in your fandom is unfounded, dangerous, and entirely irresponsible. Adults participating in this rhetoric need to take a very good look at themselves, and minors who have been experiencing anxiety as a result of this claim, I am very sorry.

4. What was the aunt-suki thing?

Where did this whole thing start? No one was making this point only a few months ago, did it just pop up out of nowhere?

^ this blog, since deleted [also goes formerly by tumble-dump (nowlil-baby-man) as well as jetru(deleted) safe-for-atla, and dennis-quaid] spearheaded this opinion after accusing one of the largest creators in the fandom, an adult poc, of endangering minors for an image posted to tumblr with possible suggestive themes (Tumblr does not allow nsfw art, it was not nsfw). Aunt-Suki is a 23 year old, self-described “titanium white” woman. She stated directly that anyone who posted nsfw content behind age limit barriers was predatory and that nsfw artwork of atla characters was rampant on this website without evidence.

After curating a blocklist, and admittedly receiving hate for doing so (despite oddly enough asking for anon hate on several occasions) aunt-suki did in fact create a first draft blocklist including fandom creators who make nsfw content, who are follow or are friends with those who make nsfw content despite not doing it themselves, and people who specifically asked her to be on the blocklist. This, in itself, was fine. A list of creators making nsfw content could, in fact, be helpful and good for those who do not want to see such content to have a handy resource of who to block and avoid. Unfortunately, the rhetoric of “they are all predators” was something aunt-suki fostered and continued to repeat, getting a lot of people to also feel the same way. This invited harassment, much of which directly done and targeted at others by aunt-suki. She repeatedly stated on her blog ‘I am safe, no one else is unless I say so, in order to keep yourself safe you must ask me who is bad [paraphrase, not direct quote]’ insisting that anyone who wished to know who was a predator on the website had to privately DM her for the information. Aunt-Suki used this to gain followers of minors and to specifically foster friendships with them.

We know this because aunt-suki made a post exposing herself. An anon asked her to defend the way she interacted with minors and she defended herself with phrases such as “I love kids so much more than grown ups”[quote], stating she runs a server of 13+ wlw and they all “care a lot about each other”; she also admitted she takes it upon herself to “expose kids to [heavy topics]” including race, sexism, queer issues, mental health, politics, etc. Aunt-Suki is not a trained professional for these issues and admits in the same post that she does not understand there could be any difference in power dynamics between her and these teenagers.

In addition, while defending these close relationships with minors that she specifically admits to reaching out for, Aunt-Suki also divulged her past at 18 years old of saying the n-word (excused by explaining she has a black friend); saying that this is the reason why she should, as a 23 year old white adult, be allowed to discuss “heavy topics” with minors.

This most certainly calls into question the fact that it was, with one exception, non-white creators that aunt-suki chose to publicly call out by name.

After being asked to defend herself for these actions she admitted to, Aunt-Suki deleted her blog but has continued to go online on her others blogs and discords, dm’ing others and making posts accusing people who called her out of being predators, asking for sympathy, blaming her actions on her adhd, and refusing to answer any of the messages sent to her. Other large creators have made posts about this, very rarely using her name to allow her some anonymity or time to explain her actions which she has not done. She choose instead to send anonymous messages further accusing these creators.

5. Why did you tell me that?

This directly illustrates the problem with presenting an issue such as nsfw art/writing in the fandom without pointing out why others might disagree with it; and jumping past logic to decry those who don’t agree with extremely serious accusations. Someone with actual ill (or misguided) attentions may take advantage, deliberately isolating minors and portraying themselves as ‘good and safe’ while slowly whittling down who the minors can and cannot follow until no one able to call them out when they are the one participating in actual behavior that is inappropriate to minors.

6. I still don’t agree with the first points.

That’s fine. Please call out actual predators if you see them. Do not, however, do so without any evidence or for reasons that simply are not, and never would be, considered basis for doing so in any legal or reasonable capacity.

#zutara #zukka #kataang #atla #atla fandom #drama #discourse

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choisansexual · 4 years

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“My Cousin’s Best Friend”

For: @atinypiratequeen Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Fem Reader Genre: Realism/Angst/Smut+ Word Count: 4327 POV: second person POV

Preview: You blinked twice. Then a third time. A fourth. All the air in your lungs suddenly felt like water. Your eyes narrowed. No… fucking… way. Were you dreaming? You were definitely dreaming. Right? No. A doppelganger! Had to be. Because there was absolutely, positively, just… no fucki-- “Hey… nice to meet you. I’m Kim Hongjoong. Well… Hongjoong… or just Joong, is fine, too.” Perfectly articulated english. Fuck…!

“Damnit! Okay, stop. Stop! … Arghhhh, shit!”, you exclaimed loudly as moments of light alternated with pitch blackness. The deep rumbling of thunder followed sharp flashes of lightning as the rain pelted the roof like bullets. The scrolling marquee across bottom of the television screen, read in bold print, warnings of the storm. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…”, you paused in the middle of the living room staring at the screen momentarily. It was rather rare that a strong storm hit your area like this. Much less a storm strong enough to possibly knock the power out. Retrieving your phone from your back pocket, you check the time. It was half past seven in the evening. The sun was already gone from the sky. Checking the time stamp from the last text you’d received from your cousin, it read a quarter past six. Andrew was always the most punctual person you’d known. Always early, hardly on time. When he’d messaged that he’d landed and would be at the door in less than an hour, that’s exactly what you were expecting. Excitement bubbled back up from your stomach as it had been quite some time since you’d seen him. He was your best friend. The big brother you never had, and never knew you needed. So his visits were always a big occasion for you. Especially this one. Your parents had left town for the weekend to visit relatives out of state. You offered to stay and watch the house and surprisingly, they didn’t argue. Now, the entire house was at your free reign for the next 3 days. Not that you had a massive house party planned or anything, but it would definitely be nice to have your own privacy and space.

Still absent-mindedly glaring at your glowing phone screen, the shadows in your living room began to dance as headlights moved outside of the living room window. Finally! He’s here! A rush of adrenaline shot through your veins and within seconds you were swinging the front door open. “Hey!”, you called out into the steady rain. Huddling into yourself in an effort to shield from the wind, and crossing your arms against your chest as you squinted in the dim porch lighting, Andrew responded with equal excitement. “Hey, you! We got stuck waiting on our rental car!”. Wait ... ‘we’? As you inhaled a breath in preparation to interrogate him, you heard a second door slam shut on the vehicle. There was a dark figure walking alongside Andrew as they approached up the driveway. But… he didn’t mention he was bringing anyone else with him… right? As they stepped onto the porch you were finally able to make out your cousin’s familiarity. Tossing your arms around his neck, completely disregarding the fact that he was absolutely sopping wet from the rain, your happiness over powered all other thoughts in that moment. That is until… “So… uh… yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t mention something sooner. It was literally a last minute thing and I figured since we have the house all to ourselves…”, Andrew’s voice trailed off. Gesturing in the air with his hands as he pretty much failed to present a valid explanation and he knew it. Ceasing to speak and just shrugging his shoulders with his sweet endearing smile, you immediately cut your eyes to the personage situated directly to his left.

You blinked twice. Then a third time. A fourth. All the air in your lungs suddenly felt like water. Your eyes narrowed. No… fucking… way. Were you dreaming? You were definitely dreaming. Right? No. A doppelganger! Had to be. Because there was absolutely, positively, just… no fucki-- “Hey… nice to meet you. I’m Kim Hongjoong. Well… Hongjoong… or just Joong, is fine, too.” Perfectly articulated english.

Fuck…!

Your skin was feeling like it had been set on fire, from head to toe. You stared. A little too hard. You had no idea how long the silence had been present. Andrew laughed awkwardly, snapping you out of your trance. “Yeahhh… so, uh… he’s a foriegn exchange student from Korea that got assigned to my dorm… we got pretty tight, and I didn’t think it would be an issue for him to just… yunno… tag along!” Trailing off, Andrew left you two standing there face to face in the whipping rain as he disappeared through the front door and into the house. Turning on your heels, you quickly followed him inside. Once all three of you were in the warmth and safety of the living room, you were literally unable to peel your eyes from your cousin’s guest. Emerging from the hallway after taking in their small amount of luggage, Andrew prepared to take his seat in front of the television on the couch when you suddenly sprung to your feet. Quickly making your way to Andrew, grasping onto the sleeve of his sweater, you yanked him up and into the kitchen.

“Have you… any idea…. any… idea… who… that is?!” You tried so hard to keep your voice hushed and quiet. If hissing counted as quiet. Andrew shrugged his shoulders once again. “I mean, he said he was kinda famous in Korea… and that he sang and danced with a buncha other dudes or something… I don’t know…”, his tone of voice laced with nonchalant disinterest. Huffing you rolled your eyes with your hands balled into fists against your hips. “Look, it’s not a big deal, okay? Even he told me that… so… just treat him like a normal person, alright? He’s my best friend at school, and honestly… he’s pretty cool, actually.” You could not believe what you were hearing. Was this even reality right now? What kind of warped dimension was this?! A look of exasperation twisted up Andrew’s features as he gazed down at you. “He’s really chill, okay? Stop acting weird!”, Andrew remarked as he furrowed his brows. Turning and walking out of the kitchen, he left you speechless and still attempting to comprehend the gravity of the confirmation that was just handed to you. So it really is… it really IS him.

Tapping your nails against the countertop you momentarily contemplated on texting your friends. No. They wouldn’t believe you anyways. What if you took some candids of him and posted them to your tumblr and twitter? Ew, no. That’s creepy. Super creepy. Besides… he’s on vacation… right. In YOUR HOUSE! But still… respect his privacy. And… respect yours. He’s just a regular human being, right? Just like you and your cousin. Sighing heavily and rubbing both of your palms against your face, you wring your hands out and calm yourself enough to walk back into the living room. Sitting yourself down in the same spot on the sofa that you were prior, tucking one leg underneath yourself, your eyes darted across the room and landed on Joong’s face. My god he was just as breathtaking as the fan cams and fan photos you’d filled your blog with. Gnawing on his thumb nail and slowly rocking back and forth in the lay-z boy recliner, his eyes suddenly dart from the television screen and meet yours. Oh, shit! Dropping his hand from his mouth, he offered a partial smirk from the corner of his lips. You unknowingly gasp to yourself. Clearing your throat loudly you whip your head in Andrew’s direction. “So… how long was the flight here? How’s school? What have you been up to…?”, you spouted questions at him. He was unusually quiet tonight. His stories were always mesmerizing and interesting to hear. But tonight the fatigue on his face and in his body language was as loud as a fog horn. Pursing your lips in frustration you looked upon him anticipating an engrossing conversation. “Oh, man… there’s so much. You have no idea…”, he paused momentarily. “I don’t even know where to begin, honestly… my brain is just mush right now, from being so tired.” You knew it. Nodding and looking at the floor, your eyes lift as Andrew rises to his feet. Patting his hands against the sides of his jeans he looks at you and then at Joong and with that, you already knew what was coming next. “Welp… I think I’m going to shower and take my happy ass to bed. I’ll catch you up on everything in the morning, alright? Don’t worry.” His gaze returns to your face. A subtle wink from his left eye has you feeling the urge to sock him right in the mouth, as he shuffles across the living room floor, turning into the hallway and becoming no longer visible. The awkward silence returned like an inevitable looming cloud.

“If you don’t mind… I think I might lay down, too?”, Joong’s melodic voice finally slicing through the thick tension in the air. “Oh, y-yeah… yeah, sure. Go right ahead.”, you immediately respond. Wondering if there was something you could have said to keep him right in his place and possibly more entertained. “Okay… thanks. Uhm… if you don’t mind… I’m not sure… could you show me where… please?”. He began to sit up from this chair. His eyes steadily trained on you like a sniper. It was almost intimidating. “Oh, sure! I’m… I’m sorry! I’m just so used to Andrew knowing where to go around here, I just--”

“It’s okay…”, Joong immediately cut you off. His tone offering reassurance since it was rather obvious that you were feeling like a total failure of a host, at that point. His lips parting into an almost blinding smile. His features were literally so flawless. So sharp and so overwhelmingly attractive! He gestured with one hand for you to walk ahead of him. Pressing your lips together to stifle a smile that was going to be bigger than it should have, you pass him. His scent being carried in the wind. It was intoxicating. A mixture of masculine fragrance. Slightly spicy with undertones of cool blue water and crystal clear ice.

You trek down the darkened hallway and turn a sharp right into the guest room. Flipping on a dim bed side lamp, you spin around anticipating to see his gorgeous face again. Hearing soft shuffling across the carpet, several seconds later, he appears. You swore he got more and more attractive every time you looked at him. Inhaling a deep breath, you gesture around the room, pointing at things and offering a short explanation of the sparse decor in the room when you hear the door click shut behind you. Immediately cutting your eyes towards the sound, you’re met with the most devilish grin you’d ever seen in your life. Air catches in your throat. The shadows casting against his handsome features literally have your heart racing. Your mind scrambled to find an explanation for the situation. Your fight or flight instinct was on a hair trigger, until his soothing and melodic voice cut through the silence like a knife. “Thanks… but I’m sure I can figure it out from here.” He nodded. You nodded. Anxiously weaving your fingers together. So… is he going to let you out then? You take an apprehensive step closer towards the door, but he stood stead fast. His back leaning against the wood. “Got something else to do for the rest of the night…?”. Hongjoong’s bottom lip becomes trapped between his teeth. How incredibly sinful. “No… not really…”, your mind on high alert. He raises a single eyebrow. Pushing himself forward off the door, he takes a slow, single step towards you. Dropping his chin and narrowing his piercing gaze, you were sure you stopped breathing. His jaw shifting left to right as he continued to gnaw at his lower lip. He takes another step towards you. Your mind urges you to take a step backwards, but your feet insist on rebelling. The space between you two quickly closing. Another step and— the air catches in your throat. He was absolutely stunning at this distance. Or rather… lack there of. Perhaps star struck, in your mind, you just knew that you probably looked like that emoji with huge heart eyes and a cheesy smile, gazing back at him. One of his hands comes forward. With his palm facing sideways and index finger slightly curled, he slides it underneath your chin. Lightly lifting up your head, he tilts his own to the right. His gaze darting between your eyes and your lips, Hongjoong ever so cautiously dips his head down. Pressing his lips against yours, your eyes immediately flutter shut. Registering the sensation at a slight delay, you’d only began to relish in the softness of his lips when the hand hooked underneath your chin, slides up and around to cup the nape of your neck. Instinctively your lips reciprocate. Molding against his in a seamless seal. Pulling away just as slowly as he brought himself in, he presses his lips together and drags his tongue between them. Keeping his forehead pressed against your own, he whispers against your mouth, “....okay?”. The only response you can manage is to offer a single nod of confirmation. Within that same second, Hongjoong returns his lips to your own. This time, parting them slowly, his tongue slides out beyond his teeth and into your mouth. The unexpected, forcing a soft whimper from your throat. The most beautiful note to ever grace his ears. His other hand sliding from the side of your hip, under the bottom hem of your sweater, and coming to press against the small of your bare back. His skilled tongue tangling with your own. Your eyes flutter shut and you momentarily lose yourself in the intensity of the kiss. Without even realizing it, the edge of the mattress was pressing against the back of your knees. With his palm still pressed to your lower back, he gently guides your down onto the sheets. His lips moving in the same direction as he peppered feathery kisses along your jawline, and the side of your throat. Inevitably coming to focus in the crook of your neck, his lips creating a light suction against your flesh. Rotating his hips just right, Hongjoong managed to wedge his way between your thighs. With his left arm bent at the elbow propping himself up above you, his right hand gently slides down the length of your left arm. His hand soon finding your own and weaving his fingers within yours. With his lips never leaving your flesh, he trails his way down the center of your chest and into the valley between your breasts. Stopping short only on the cause of the neckline of your shirt. Lowering himself, his eyes cut to your own. Drinking in every reaction he could pull from, his teeth bite down on the bottom hem of your top. Raising himself back up towards towards your face, your shirt bunches up just under your bustline. Immediately returning to his previous position, his lips resume their connection to the sensitive skin of your tummy. Kissing his way down to the top elastic of your pj bottoms, he looks up once again. Hongjoong’s smoldering gaze rendered you barely coherent and it was getting more and more difficult to focus on anything. But there it was again. That sinful tongue of his. Allowing it to slip from his lips, he drags the tip of his tongue along the bottom of his top lip. Left. Right. Releasing your hand, both of his hook into the waistband of your bottoms. His eyes still fixed on yours, he quietly asks again. “...okay?”. Just as before, a quick and single nod of confirmation, and he’s tugging the material down. Leaning back and up on his knees, you rock your hips to assist in the removal. Pulling them off your ankles and dropping them to the floor bedside, he then crosses his arms, gripping the bottom hem of his shirt and yanks it up over his head. The metal dog tags around his neck clang loudly as they fall back onto his broad chest. Swallowing hard, your eyes shamelessly drink in the sight before you. Tossing his shirt to join your pj pants on the floor, he leans back down over your body. Scooting himself back to adjust his position, his head turns to the right and he continues his trail of feathery kisses starting at your knee, moving down the inside of your thigh and ending directly, dead center, at the crotch of your soaked panties. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, your gaze cuts off to the side, then back to him. Off to the side, then back at him. He purses his lips and presses them against the dampened material. The warmth of his breath sends shock waves all the way to your toes. Bringing a hand up between your bodies, his lithe fingers traces the lacy edge of the fabric. Hooking his index finger underneath the material, he pulls it to the side, fully exposing you to him, as his face sat literally inches away. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you swallow hard. Fuck… you shaved last night, right? Or… wait… was it the other day? No… it was this morning! It had to be-- “Auuhhhhnnn!….”, suddenly grounded back into reality as your body responded completely on it’s own, a soft moan spills from your lips as the tip of his tongue delves between your dripping folds. Lashing in an up and down direction, he laps at your core. His free hand coming up to gently pull your folds apart, as he flattens his tongue against your swollen clit. Being able to hear nothing but your own heart beat pounding in your ears, laced with the lewd noises of sloshing wetness coming from between your legs, your chest rises and falls as your body jerks with each pass of his tongue. Strangle whimpers and drawn out whines tear from your throat as the coiling heat in the pit of your stomach churns. Tangling your fingers into the bedsheets on either side of you, you fight to keep your legs open for him. Feeling your thighs beginning to tremble, Hongjoong suddenly stops. Voiding you of any contact with him, you feel the mattress shift underneath you. Snapping your eyes open, just in time to lock gazes with him, he’s now hovering over you at eye level. Pressing your lips together tightly, that same wickedly seductive expression was plastered all over his face, as his tongue glides over his bottom lip. My god… he’s so beautiful. The dim lighting in your room proved to be a curse just as much as a blessing in that moment as you turned your head to the side, momentarily attempting to catch your breath. Catching his perfectly defined silhouette against the far wall, you admire every hard line as your eyes travel it’s length. Inevitably coming to settle on the shameless bulge on the front of his figure, your head whips back to face him. Holding himself up above you via on hand planted beside your head, his other hand was already wedged between your bodies, making quick work of the front of his pants. Searching his eyes, desperate for any kind of communication before anything else happened, he drops himself down towards you. His dewy lips brushing lightly against your own as the words trickle into your mouth. “You want this…?” In the same moment, you feel the large and smooth head of his cock toying between your soaked folds, just as his tongue had done, minutes earlier.

Fuck! How could you not?! Temporarily unable to answer, as your eyes flutter shut, his lips press against your own and with his free hand gripping the hilt of his shaft, he continues to tease at your pussy. Skillfully rubbing circles against your clit with the tip of his cock, the friction was absolutely knee-buckling. Pushing your head back into the pillow to create enough space to break the kiss, you pant out the answer that you knew he was patiently waiting to hear. “Y-yes….”.

Without a second to spare and his reaction time seamless, Hongjoong rears his hips back, aligning himself with your entrance. Locking his lips against your own in a conscious effort to muffle the sounds that were to come, he applies pressure with his hips. Feeling yourself stretch around him as he entered you, you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, in return, moaning into his mouth. Your hands grip at his bare shoulder blades, feeling the muscles in his back flex as he thrusts forward. Ceasing his movements only once his lower pelvis leaned flush against the back of your thigh, it was obvious that he was silently at war to keep himself as still as possible, allowing your to adjust to him. Squeezing your floor muscles around his shaft, he suddenly breaks the kiss with a harsh gasp. His torso curls inward as his back bows against your fingernails, and his forehead presses against your collarbone. Seconds later, he blesses you with the sweetest sound you’d probably ever heard in your life. “Auhh-Auuugghhhnn… fuck!”, a lewd moan spills forth from him as he grits his teeth in his face. Panting heavily against your skin, your trail your hands down to each side of his hips as a gesture to let him know that you were okay. Only then did he begin to move.

Starting with slow and shallow strokes, his body rocks gently against yours. His lips busy working the side of your throat. The slick sounds of flesh on flesh echo through your bedroom. Allowing you plenty of adequate time to take this at your own pace, you’re quick to sense that Hongjoong was fighting to keep himself in tandem. Your hands slide from his hips down to hook into the back of his thighs and you begin to pull him into you with every inward stroke. Able to read the signals like a well memorized book, he begins to quicken the pace. Keeping flawless rhythm for several minutes to follow, it wasn’t until his movements began to stutter and stumble that you knew he was getting dangerously close. Clamping your muscles around him, his groans grew in volume and frequency. “Sh-Shit… Auugghnn…. Augghnnnnn!”, his voice becoming raspy and ragged. Eventually unable to keep your own climax at bay, you decided if you were going over the edge, you were taking him with you.

Hongjoong’s thighs begin to quiver as your own begin to violently shake. Feeling the swell rise in the bottom of your belly, your back arches at a sharp angle off the mattress and your head tips back against the pillow. A feral moan rips from your throat as you toss yourself over the edge, spiraling head first into your orgasm. Feeling your muscles spasm around his thick shaft, his thrusts become uneven, breaking the prior pattern he’d kept before. Clinging on to each wave of your climax as they crash over you, his labored breathing rings in your ears. Peeking your eyelids open as you feel yourself beginning to come down from you high, there was nothing in this world that was going to make you miss watching him come unraveled.

As his hips jerk back and forth, he presses harder and longer into you with each stroke. Finally feeling his cock begin to twitch deep in your core, he thrusts inward one last time before holding his body flush against your own. The arm planted beside your head buckles as he leans down onto his elbows. His face buried into the side of your neck, as a guttural moan shreds the quiet ambience of the room. “Hhhhggnn-AUUUHHgggggnnnnn!!! Auugghnnn! Mmmggghhnnn…. Fuck! Fuck!” Each hard jerk of his shaft accompanied with a lewd groan from his lips as he spilled himself inside of you. Immediate warmth coating every inch of your walls, as he unloaded. Struggling to keep enough air in his lungs, his hips rut against your body as his spasms become less frequent and further apart. Combing your fingers through his hair, soothing him as he began to come down from his climax, sweat collects along the ridge of his spine.

As several minutes pass, he still remains buried deep inside of you. Looking up through sweat laced bangs, he offers a blissful smile. I literally cannot believe that just happened… am I dreaming? Nope. I asked myself that question before. I’m definitely awake. And he’s definitely right here. And… he’s definitely starting to get heavy-- Shifting yourself underneath him, he chuckles softly as a slightly apologetic expression takes over his sharp features. Looking down, he slowly pulls himself out. Hissing and taking his bottom lip between his teeth, as the slight friction faults a shiver down his spine, he flops to the sheets beside you. With your thighs slightly aching, your sit yourself up. Momentarily lightheaded, but still feeling the rush of the euphoria, you blindly grab at the edge of the covers. Tugging them up and over both of you, and adjusting your position to face him, you lay back down, tucking an arm underneath your head. Gazing at his stunning features, as he lay with his eyes closed, you lift yourself and lean towards him, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. Without bothering to open his eyes, his hand searches for your own. Entangling his fingers into yours once he finally did, he brings your hand up and presses his lips to back of your palm, refusing to let your hand go. Settling back into place, unsure if anything more should be said nor if anything more even needed to, considering how cryptic and quiet of a person he turned out to be, you simply whisper, “....wow.” No response, except for the soft purring of his slumber.

#kim hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez writers #ateez fic #ateez smut #i'm literally praying that you like it bby #i cannot apologize enough how long this took me!

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maluminspace · 5 years

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Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Luke hemmings/Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: by anon for spooky!sos

Trigger Warnings: n/a

A/N: I hope that this fluff makes up for the angst I posted yesterday 😅

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It’d been obvious since the day you met Luke Hemmings, that he was the loveliest person known to mankind. The way that his pretty blue eyes had sparkled at you when he offered to help you move into your new apartment, had you captivated from the very start.

The simple fact was strengthened further a few weeks later when he’d shyly asked you on a date and then, by every gentle cheek kiss, each sweet text message asking about your day, all of the romantic gestures like hot baths after a long day and always ordering take-outs from your favourite places instead of his own.

Your theory had been confirmed on the run up to Halloween. Luke had left you a little gift outside the front door of your apartment every single morning throughout October. There’d been; pretty red and orange leaves from the communal gardens, tiny pumpkins with cute messages or silly faces drawn on them, vouchers for free toffee flavoured lattes from your local coffee shop and printed photos of a nearby park where the leaves on all the trees were turning pretty colours.

During the last few days before Halloween, the gifts had gotten a little bigger and more expensive. You’d already received a stuffed little ghost, a necklace with a scull and crossbones pendant on it and yesterday he’d left you the vampire costume he’d brought you to wear to his Halloween party. It was the matching counterpart to his own, of course which he’d gleefully modelled for you later in the day.

Needless to say, your anticipation for what was awaiting you on Halloween itself was at an all time high when you woke up that morning.

You sprang out of bed, shrugging on the big grey hoodie you’d stolen from Luke over your pyjamas before padding through your apartment. You didn’t even pause to make a coffee on your way to the front door.

When you opened the front door however, your heart sank. There was no little gift sitting in the hallway where all the rest had been. You felt kind of guilty about being disappointed by the lack of a present, but it seemed odd that Luke would stop his new little tradition on the most important day of October.

Just as you were about to go back inside, a little white envelope caught your attention it’d blended in with the colour of the wall it was propped against at first so you hadn’t noticed it immediately.

You recognised Luke’s handwriting on the front of the envelope as you picked it up, your excitement reigniting a little. You opened it carefully but quickly, eager to find out what was inside.

The handwritten note you pulled from the envelope was short and rather cryptic, reading;

Darling,

Come to my apartment for your Halloween breakfast and a special gift.

All my love,

Luke

Too eager to find out what Luke had planned, you dive back into your apartment to grab your keys from the little table you keep next to the front door. You don’t bother getting changed or even putting anything on your feet before heading along the corridor to Luke’s apartment.

Luckily, Luke lived on the same floor as you, so at least you didn’t have to brave the rickety old elevator to get to him. You knocked on his door a little too enthusiastically for so early in the morning. When he finally opened the door to let you in, your boyfriend had the biggest smile on his beautiful face. “Morning, darling!” He chimed brightly. His caramel coloured hair hung loosely around his face in loose curls, stopping just below his stubbled chin. Topped off by the cuddly black sweater he was wearing with plaid pyjamas bottoms you pretty much fell in love with him all over again.

“Morning, Luke.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his lips before slipping past him into the apartment. “Your note said you were gonna cook me breakfast!”

Luke chuckled as he closed his front door. “It’s already waiting for you, gorgeous.” He said, gesturing towards his little kitchen area.

As you crossed the open plan living area, you noticed that Luke had decorated his little breakfast table to fit the theme of the day. He’d placed a large white candle in the centre of the table and surrounded it with three tiny cute pumpkins. “Awww Luke!” You beamed, taking your seat. “This is so pretty!”

Your boyfriend grinned proudly as he crossed the kitchen to pick up two plates of pancakes. “I’m glad you like it.” He replied. “I wanted to make an effort y’know... our first Halloween is a special occasion. It should be celebrated!”

“Definitely!” You nodded in agreement as you breathed in the smell of the apple and cinnamon pancakes Luke placed in front of you. "Mmm these smell delicious, Luke!”

Your boyfriend seemed pleased with your praise as he took the seat opposite you. “I actually managed not to burn anything!” He stated proudly. “I hope you like them.”

Luke poured you a glass of fruit juice as he gestured for you to take a bite of the breakfast he’d lovingly prepared for you.

In all of the excitement, you’d not realised just how hungry you were so you obliged easily, scooping up a little section of the top pancake with your fork. It turned out to be just as delicious as it smelt. “Ugh, Luke!” You exclaimed. “That tastes so good, I’m gonna have you making these for me all the time now.”

A tiny blush coloured Luke’s cheeks as he nibbled at his own breakfast. You always found his lack of ability to take a compliment so adorable. It was sort of impossible not to tease him a little more. “I think next time you should serve them to me in bed.” You smirked, “I bet they’d taste even better when we’re naked.”

Luke’s blush deepened and he smiled shyly behind his forkful of pancake. “That leads me on to your ‘big’ Halloween gift actually...” he muttered, seemingly unable to meet your gaze.

“Ah, yay!” You squealed giddily as you fixed him with a hopeful gaze. “Is it a sexy one?”

Luke shook his head tentatively. “Not exactly...”

You raised an eyebrow in question as Luke placed down his fork and reached for one of the little pumpkins in the centre of the table.

“I can definitely give you a sexy gift, if you want, you know I’m always up for that!” Luke said, still looking down at the pumpkin in his hand. “I kinda wanna do this first, though... I’ve wanted to for a long time but, I’m sort of a wuss.”

Shaking your head, you reach across the table to take Luke’s hand. “You’re not a wuss.” You reply gently. “I mean you showed your courage the other day when caught that huge spider in my bedroom! I could never do that...”

Luke laughed lightly, finally glancing up to meet your gaze. “This is a little more serious than a spider, though.” He said, “I kind of - well okay...” Your boyfriend inhaled deeply. “I really love you, you know that, right?” He asked, his bright blue eyes and slightly trembling fingers betraying how nervous he felt.

“Of course I do.” You smiled encouragingly. “I love you too, more than I can say.”

Luke seemed to gain confidence from your words and tightened his grip on your hand before continuing. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I know we’ve only been together for a few months but I already feel like we’re in it for the long haul, y’know?”

“Definitely!” You agreed, leaning forward to peck a kiss to Luke’s lips. “We’re good together, Luke. You’re the love of my life.”

Your confession brought a bright smile to Luke’s face as he finally holds out the pumpkin to you. “Well I hope that this can be the start of a new chapter for us, a slightly more serious one, maybe?”

As you took the pumpkin you realised it’d been hollowed out and the top had been carefully cut off and replaced like a lid. You opened it curiously, revealing a little cute bat shaped key chain with a front door key dangling from the end of it. You gasped as you realised what it was.

“It’s the key to my apartment.” Luke announces unnecessarily. “I wanted you to be able to come and go as you please. I’d like you to feel like it’s your second home. I mean until... until it hopefully becomes your actual home one day.”

You grinned widely as you got to your feet and walked around the table. “It already does feel like home, Lukey.” You reassured him, “but this is a lovely gesture and I can’t wait to put it good use.”

“Oh yeah?” You’re boyfriend asked curiously as you dropped into his lap.

You nodded, giving your boyfriend a mischievous grin as you glanced towards his bedroom. “Lets just say you can expect to come home to find me naked in your bed in the very near future.”

Luke’s eyes darkened with lust as a shocked moan escaped him. “I kinda want you naked in my bed right now.”

Kissing your boyfriend deeply, you wrap your arms around his neck before whispering; “okay but bring the pancakes, I wanna see if they really do taste even better when we’re naked.”

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sunny-hopewell · 4 years

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#1 - the empty society

posted by sunny hopewell on sept. 12th, 20XX

DISCLAIMER: Please note that, just by reading this, you may succumb to the very phenomenon described here. My hope is that the next people or intelligent life who read this are either themselves resilient to it, or that enough time has passed that the sheer weight of this knowledge no longer causes such a heavy impact on the reader.

This is an attempt to record the phenomenon, once referred to colloquially as “ghosting,” that has resulted in a mass decrease in the Earth’s human population. More specifically, the latest estimate (prior to the disappearance of professionals who had counted) was that only 0.002% of human life remains. The majority of this phenomenon was said to occur within the last two years.

It began on a small scale. People across the world would report sudden disappearances of their friends, loved ones, and coworkers. As an odd aspect of this phenomenon, if these people who disappeared had jobs or projects that occupied the majority of their time, their workload would somehow still show up completed— right where it needed to be, and often times completed perfectly.

Early news coverage described this “ghosting” phenomenon as a global pandemic that dwarfed the prior pandemic, COVID-19. However, it was not long before coverage was reduced to a single global news outlet. This was in direct response to the fact that this phenomenon somehow spread not by contact, but by deep awareness of the phenomenon itself. So, if the news was widely spread in a panic, it would lead to an increase of “ghostings” all across the globe.

Further attempts were made to study and contain this phenomenon, but not only did researchers seem to succumb to it rather quickly, corporate entities valued the free, flawless labor of “ghosts” over the lives and families of their own employees. There were reports, at the peak of this phenomenon’s impact, of such organizations locking their employees in rooms, forcing them to listen to readings of these articles on repeat until they vanished right where they stood. Often this process was recorded to take less than half an hour to empty a room of hundreds. As this inevitably escalated into mass disappearances, attempts were made by remaining global leadership to, immediately, cease all discussion of the “ghosting” phenomenon in order to contain its spread. Soon, though, even those in leadership would vanish some way or another, and those who remained were left to decide for themselves how to handle this unique situation.

I understand that posting this on the internet during this is, in and of itself, a major risk to any non-ghost readers, hence the warning at the beginning of this blog post. For the record, I have (and will continue) to save these records in various digital and print formats to distribute across the land to increase their chances of discovery later. Each one will contain multiple iterations of the warning above, but knowing human tendency towards curiosity, I know this phenomenon will be discovered at some point, even if it is in the very distant future.

The internet itself, during this time, is its own kind of enigma. The user accounts of those “ghosted” individuals continue to show signs of frequent use (often in accordance with their pre-ghost usage). However, their patterns of language and communication are no longer discernible to any non-ghost. In the beginning, it appeared to professionals that these accounts made procedurally-generated statuses, post, and messages. Eventually, as the web became inundated with these ghost-users, they seemed to learn vocabulary from one another. Now, all ghost-generated activity on the web is virtually unfathomable word-vomit. Not only does pondering this material fill any aware survivor with a despair— which seems to be the deadly variable that ultimately results in being ghosted— it also makes finding any non-ghost users on the web incredibly difficult to locate. Search engines and social media no longer function efficiently in doing so.

Websites and social media platforms themselves, at first, began releasing “updates” to their infrastructure that no longer made any rational sense. Soon, much to my own personal fascination, I would discover the emergence of new platforms that, because they make no rational sense, are unusable to non-ghosts. The internet now, as it stands, is nearly obsolete. I’m not confident that this internet-copy of this blog post will even remain readable or accessible for very long. Furthermore, this phenomenon appears to be beginning in the mail and package-delivery systems, respectively— mail will arrive and pile up at households with notices that make no sense. Fortunately, any packages that arrive with unreadable labels just appear to be random goods you might see in online shopping, so sometimes these are a delightful surprise in the midst of this hellish seen.

I’m going to backtrack, as I haven’t really described the ghosting phenomenon’s labor aspects in-depth. The cities, towns, and homes are virtually perfect, now. Lawns are mowed, any wear-and-tear is replaced or repaired overnight. No sign remains of large scale riots from when corporate ghost-makers were being chased out of town— everything looks and functions just as it did pre-phenomenon. Just today, I walked into a local fast food franchise and purchased my food at an empty counter. I can’t quite describe what the process looks like— it’s almost like paying attention to any direct observation of this ghost-labor is impossible. Sometimes, I have no memory between stepping into the store and stepping out with whatever I purchased.

I still work my usual clerical job, but I do it remotely using my laptop. Every other Friday, the same direct deposit ends up in my bank account. I suppose that I could probably just stop working and still receive this pay, but the routine itself helps me keep track of time and feel as though I am somehow still contributing to society.

So, now to answer your burning question: why is some rando online able to discuss this phenomenon so in-depth without, themself, ghosting? I can’t be certain, but my strong hypothesis is that giving into despair or apathy towards humanity is ultimately what causes someone to “ghost.” I’ve come to this conclusion by encountering a few survivors— less than 20 in the city which I now reside— who all share a thread of hope for the future. My pseudonym on these blog posts is meant to promote a sense of hope for a better future— a sort of boost to a reader’s morale before I impart what may be some kind of distressful accounts.

The next question I imagine some folks may have is, what gives sunny hopewell hope? Honestly, simply the idea of recording these last bits of humanity’s final times for the future invigorates me to keep going. I am sure that, once I am unable to interview any more individuals in this way, I will succumb to the phenomenon as well. I like to think I’ve made peace with that, but how can one be so sure anymore? Still, I let this hope to document humanity’s last days fuel me as long as there is still any left to document.

If it hasn’t become clear by this point, this will not be the only blog post. I have already collected a couple of interviews with survivors in this city already, and I am continuing to search the city for any others willing to speak with me.

If anyone is out there reading this now, and you think you can handle listening to these stories, please stick around. And, even if not— please spread any hope you have for the future to those you may encounter. It may be just what saves us all.

‘Til next time,

- sunny hopewell

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wondersofdreaming · 4 years

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Do you believe in fate?

Characters: Chris Evans x Bianca (OFC)

Word count: 2.598

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff. Panic attack. Anxiety. Lack of confidence. Captain America to the rescue.

Author’s note: Anonymous request:

“CE x reader, reader works a office desk job and a 9-5 she’s tall/overweight and wants to lose it for her health. She hates her job and dreams of being an actress, she’s around Chris’ age and she thinks it’s too late to get started, she struggles with confidence. She also has depression and social anxiety. I have a long story idea that I’d like you to add/ change it/ complete it. I’ll number my post so the order won’t confuse you. Hope you’re up for a challenge. 😊 (pt1.)”

Read the rest of the request here.

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides my OFC (Bianca), who is a figment of my imagination.

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Tag: @katerka88

Feedback is appreciated.

Another day on the job had come and gone. Bianca stretched her arms over her head, cracking her back. Having to sit down in front of a computer five days a week, was taking its toll on her body. Her mother was the best chef in the city, but her food was made with full-fat milk and lots of butter. It was sticking to her belly, thighs, ass, and face. She was getting chubbier by the minute, and the added weight was concerning her since she knew that her BMI count was way too high. Higher than it should be. And she wasn’t getting any younger either. Her mother had started pestering her about grandchildren the day she had turned 30.

Her phone chimed from the other end of her desk, indicating a text message. Probably her mother that needed her to pick up groceries on her way home.

“B, I need you to get me some garlic and onions. I’m making your favourite stew tonight.”

Bianca replied and tossed her phone back into her purse. She needed to finish editing the article that was supposed to have been done an hour ago. All her colleagues had already left the building. Some had invited her out for a drink, but she had declined. Not a big fan of large crowds, especially not in a bar or a club.

Her boss had already been busting her ass on the deadline. She wanted to finish the damn article before she left the office for the weekend. So, she quickly typed the last thousand words and sent it. Hopefully, it was good enough to be printed, else she was going to get an earful on Monday.

She drove to the supermarket closest to her home. Grabbed a cart and started finding the things her mother needed. The list having become longer since the last message. Onions, garlic, carrots, broccoli, cabbage… soon enough her cart was full of all kinds of vegetables, dried pasta in various sizes and shapes, sauces from all over the world, and the usual, eggs, milk, toilet paper etc.

She filled up her car with the paper bags of groceries and bumped into a man when she turned around with the cart. He wore a dark blue jumper, washed-out jeans, and a baseball cap on top of his head.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t think anyone was behind me. Are you alright? I do apologize. I can’t believe I did that. Are you hurt?” Bianca babbled, she kept apologizing profusely, praying she hadn’t hurt him.

“I’m okay. You should look around more carefully. You never know who you’re going to run into.” He said. His voice deep, low, sexy, panty-melting, and swoon-worthy. Bianca furrowed her brow in concern.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She mumbled. Then a light went off in her head. She had heard that voice before. She knew that voice.

Fucking hell, B. This was SO not how I imagined meeting Chris Evans. Oh no, please eyes, don’t cry now!

Tears were threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. There was a high-pitched tone in both her ears. She saw Chris’ mouth moving, but she couldn’t hear him. Her heart rate went through the roof. Her body was shaking. Her palms sweating. Her breathing was uneven, taking short breaths way too fast.

Chris grabbed her shoulders and guided her to the boot of her car, which was still open. He pushed her gently into sitting down and showed her to take deep breaths. In and out. A few minutes later the ringing quieted down, and she could hear Chris again.

“Are you alright? That was quite the panic attack you had there.” He said and rubbed her back in a soothing motion.

“I am so sorry you had to witness that. I’m okay.” Bianca told him, she tried to move, but Chris held her firmly down.

“You’re staying right there, miss. You nearly passed out. Wait here, don’t move.” He told her and walked into the store. He came back out with a bottle of water and a chocolate bar.

“Thank you. You didn’t need to go through the trouble.” She said nervously as he handed her the water.

“It’s no trouble at all. Panic attacks are horrible to go through alone. Is there someone I can call to come to get you?” He asked. She shook her head. Chris opened the chocolate bar, motioning for her to take a bite of it. She held the bar, noticing it was her favourite, before taking a bite.

“No, I live close by. I’ll manage to get home. Thank you so much for your kindness.” She smiled at him. Chris nodded and moved towards his car. He turned around to see if Bianca had moved. She hadn’t. She hid her head in her hands, her elbows on her knees.

Chris sighed and walked back towards her. He heard her take in deep breaths, mumbling something to herself. He heard a few negative laden words that criticized her. Before he could stop himself or even think, he had wrapped his arms around her trembling body.

Bianca gasped, but she leaned into Chris’ embrace. She could feel his warmth seeping through her thin white jumper. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she kept them at bay, not wanting to look like a weepy woman in front of her idol.

She collected her thoughts and got enough courage to move away from Chris. His eyes were still concerned, but she managed a soft smile.

“I’m really okay. Thank you though.” She said and gathered her purse. She stood from the boot and walked the empty cart to its station. Chris was still waiting for her.

“Are you sure that you can get home?” He asked.

“Absolutely. Thank you again, Mr Evans.”

“Call me Chris. Do you want to go out for coffee? To talk this through?” He asked, fidgeting with the edge of his jumper.

“Ehm. I really need to get back home, to my mum.” Bianca mumbled.

“Alright, how about we exchange phone numbers, then we can set a date for coffee later.”

Bianca fished out her phone from her purse and handed it to him, before a single thought you prevent her. Chris typed a text message to himself and handed the phone back. His own phone chimed in his pocket, signalling that the message had been received.

“You can call me anytime. I’ll see you around… I’m sorry, I never asked for your name.”

“It’s Bianca.”

“Bianca. I like that name. I’ll call you for that coffee, Bianca.”

Her name rolled off his tongue so perfectly. She was ready to pass out, this time not from a panic attack, but by how Chris freaking Evans was saying her name. Chris walked back to his car, while Bianca went to sit behind the steering wheel. She fanned her face, having begun blushing really hard after Chris had said her name, not once but twice. Bianca drove home, feeling a lot better than she had an hour earlier, not even her mother’s nagging about her coming home late could ruin her good mood.

A week later

Chris had sent her a text message, asking if she was free for that coffee he’d promised. She wrote back that she had Saturday off, in which Chris replied that he would love to occupy her time that day.

Saturday came and Bianca was throwing on clothing, nothing seemed to fit her perfectly, neither did they even look good on her. The only thing she felt comfortable in was a pair of old jeans and a loose fit navy blouse. She felt too casual, but the outfit had to do since she was out of time. Her alarm rung initiating that she was supposed to be out the door that instant.

“Bye ma! I’ll see you later,” she yelled across the house and walked towards her car in a fast tempo, so her mother wouldn’t keep her with questions or small-talk.

She drove to a nearby diner, where they had agreed to meet. It was placed outside the city, looked like a hazardous place from the outside, but every local knew that place was golden inside.

Chris was already sitting in a booth furthest away from the front entrance. He smiled when he and Bianca got eye contact. She couldn’t contain herself and gave him the happiest smile back. She hadn’t felt like smiling nor being happy in a long time.

“Bianca, I’m glad you came.” He chuckled nervously and held out his hand. She shook it and sat down opposite him.

“Glad you texted.”

A waitress walked over with her notepad and a pen that had been chewed on at the end.

“Hi Chris, long time no see.” She smiled.

“You know me, Carol, always either travelling or working.” Chris laughed.

“And who is this young lady? Haven’t seen you here before.”

“I’m Bianca. My mum used to be a chef in the city, so she would never let me eat anything else but her food. Me being here is almost sacrilegious.” Bianca answered.

“Huh, I’ll keep my mouth shut if you do. Now, what can I get you, youngsters?”

Chris ordered without looking at the menu, while Bianca chose crepes with chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and a strawberry milkshake. It was a bit awkward, to begin with, but Chris quickly loosened her up by telling her that he was just a man having coffee and waffles with a woman. She had blushed so hard when he commented on how pretty she loved in navy.

“What kind of job do you have?” Chris asked curiously.

“I write articles for a motivational blog.” She answered, blushing again. “Not as exciting as yours, but it’s a job.”

“My job has its ups and downs as well. Don’t you like yours?”

“No really. But it’s better than nothing.”

“What is your dream job then?”

“I would love to write movie manuscripts. I got a foot inside years ago, but then my mum got sick and I had to move back home.”

“You can still write scripts from home.”

“I’ve tried. Nobody wants to hire me, I’m too un-experienced or my writing is just not good enough.”

“You really shouldn’t let yourself down like that. How about I look at some of the things you’ve written? Then you can let me be the judge on the fact if your writing is good or bad.”

Bianca tried putting her work down, again. She didn’t want anyone to ever read her scripts ever again. Someone had already done that and shot them down, brutally was the kindest word she could think of.

Chris was relentless. It took him a few months, but he finally got you to send him a manuscript you had written years ago. He read everything you sent and gave you some positive and negative feedback. A year into your friendship he got you a meeting with a famous scriptwriter, who wanted you to come work for him, so you quit your old boring job and finally started doing what you loved.

It took another year before Bianca could move out of her mother’s house, and it took a lot of convincing before her mother would let her leave, but you succeeded by promising to come home for Sunday dinners.

Life couldn’t be any better, except for the growing feelings you had for Chris. Your support, your friend, your mentor. He had helped you so much over the past two years that you were unsure of how to tell him about your feelings.

“Hey B, earth to B.” Chris chuckled and waved a hand in front of her face. Bianca snapped out of the dream she was having.

“What?” She asked.

“You zoned out pretty hard, went to outer space or something?”

“Or something.” She mumbled and took a gulp of her iced coffee. “I’m sorry, what did you want to ask me?”

“My mom is having a barbecue on Saturday; would you like to come?”

“Of course, what should I bring?”

“You know my mom, there’ll be plenty of food.”

Saturday

Bianca did bring her mother’s amazing potato salad to the barbecue. She was brought up that you didn’t come to a barbecue empty-handed. She laughed and enjoyed herself with Chris’ family, who all had come to love her and treated her as one of their own, which Bianca appreciated.

Chris drove her home that evening, as she had one too many glasses of wine. He helps her into her flat, which was quite hard, as she was giggling and not cooperating at all. It took him 10 minutes to get her inside, another 20 minutes to get her coaxed into bed. He put a glass of water and two aspirin on her nightstand. He looked at her sleeping form. Her lips slightly parted. Her hands resting under her cheek. He brushed a stray hair out of her face, making her face scrunch before relaxing again. He let out a small chuckle before standing to leave. Bianca grabbed his wrist in her sleep.

“Don’t go, stay with me, don’t leave me.” She mumbled. Chris smiled, but he took off his jeans and shirt to lie next to her. He gathered her into his arms, just wanting to hold her and keep her close to him. His protective instincts kicking in.

“I love you, Chris,” Bianca grumbled and moved to her other side. Chris heard her clearly. He kissed her forehead, went to sleep with a lighter heart and a smile on his lips.

The next morning

Bianca awoke with a raging headache. It felt like her head was about to explode; the pounding was excruciating. Then a delicious aroma of bacon and coffee reached her nose. She noticed the water and aspirin on her nightstand. A smile spread on her face. She put on her robe and walked towards the kitchen, where Chris was preparing a batch of scrambled eggs.

“Smells amazing in here,” Bianca said and grabbed a piece of crispy bacon. Chris turned around and smiled widely.

“Anything for the snoring princess.” He teased.

“I don’t snore!”

“You sounded like a tractor. Took me forever to fall asleep.”

“You could hear me from the guest room?”

“No.”

Then it dawned on Bianca that she had asked Chris not to leave her in her drunken sleepy state.

“Oh god. What have I done?” She mumbled into her hands, hiding her blushing face. Chris just chuckled at her. He put down the spatula and moved the eggs from the heat. He wrapped his strong hands around her wrist and pulled her hands away, so he could look into her beautiful eyes.

“I love you too.” He whispered. Her eyes widened in shock. He just kept smiling and bent down so their lips were mere centimetres apart. He was letting her take the last step.

Bianca let out a big sigh, then cupped the back of Chris’ head and crashed her lips to his. It was an amazing first kiss. Heat was spreading through their bodies, the air was electric between them, and not even the thunderous storm that was beginning outside could break them apart.

“Do you believe in fate?” Bianca asked.

“That you were meant to crash into me with a supermarket cart? Definitely yes, I do believe in that specific fateful encounter.” Chris smiled, which earned him a light smack on his chest. He just kissed her senseless. “Be mine?”

“Forever.”

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