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strawbeerossi · 11 months

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Practice Makes Perfect

18+ Content. Minors DNI.

Pairing: Fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer insists on helping reader perfect the party trick that she was trying to master when he came over. This time, there is a twist to it.

Content Warning: Coarse language, porn with little plot, restraints, soft dom Spencer, sub reader, teasing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), facesitting, spitting, hair pulling, degradation (use of whore and slut), pretty mild breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, pretty entertaining ending.

Word count: 2.6K

Part one

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The words had Y/N taken aback when Spencer mentioned it being her turn to wear the metal cuffs if they were to go again.

“Don’t look shocked. I mean, this is your trick, right? We gotta make sure that you get it down for Rossi’s next dinner party.” He explained as he let his arms cross.

God dammit, he looked good while pleading his case, the way his tousled hair was falling over his face, the way the light shine of sweat radiated off his body. He looked delectable.

“Fine. Only for the greater good of me learning this trick though.” She spoke, as if she wasn’t already clenching her thighs together from the sheer thought of being restrained, being able to be used at Spencer’s heart's content. The way he lit up at her agreeing to the idea was enough to make her head spin.

“First thing's first though..” He frowned, eyeing her up and down before his fingers were working fast to pull her shirt over her head, mouth practically watering at the sight of her bare chest, his hands coming up her hips before he was resting them just below her breasts.

The way he was ogling her body was enough to make Y/N’s face turn a light shade of pink. He’d just watched his cock plunge in and out of her pussy while she was focused on riding him, yet she was nervous over him seeing her naked torso.

Sounded about right.

“Gonna put them on you again,” The male’s voice brought her out of her thoughts as her head nodded slowly. “Okay.” She spoke, watching him spin the cuffs around his finger while awaiting her verbal consent to being bound.

He made her stand up so it would be easier, walking behind her as one hand ran down the smooth flesh of Y/N’s arm. He brought her wrists together before the cool metal was on her skin, the sound of the restraints closing around her wrists filling the quiet room.

Y/N’s heart was beating fast, so hard that she feared it would burst from her chest. He surprised her the moment she was being pushed forward, bent over the bed while she yelped in surprise. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt her, yet she wasn’t expecting to be shoved down similarly that an unsub would be pushed down against the table when being detained at the scene.

The feeling of his large hands running down her back had goosebumps spreading across her skin, her eyes closing as her cheek rested against the unkempt sheets and duvet from their previous activity.

The tender approach was enough to relax her.

It was the sharp smack to her ass that jolted her back to reality.

“You look like such a whore, bent over your bed for me while you have no power in the situation.” He spoke while reaching over on her bedside table, grabbing a paperclip before unravelling it and placing it in her dominant hand.

“You aren’t cumming until you take them off.” Spencer spoke, a boost of confidence washing over him as his hand was moving to slick back his messy hair that was falling in his face. “I suggest you get to it,” He snickered softly, hands running down her hips before coming down to her ass.

Y/N had to admit that this sudden burst of confidence was wildly sexy coming from the usually awkward and downright submissive Dr. Spencer Reid that she knew from work. The man who she just had whimpering and restrained in her bed was reducing her to a puddle of goo.

While her hand was shaking and trying to get the paperclip in the keyhole of the handcuffs, Spencer was thoroughly enjoying himself for a moment watching her actually try to free herself.

His hands pushed her asscheeks apart, a low groan leaving his lips as he got a full view of her beautiful, wet, pink pussy. It was swollen, used from before and Spencer could feel his cock hardening at the residue of his cum that was painting the back of her inner thighs. “You know, statistically, 20% of sexual partners get pregnant within the first time they have sex?” He asked, that 187 IQ appearing when he wasn’t being distracted by his cock being sucked.

“Now, that means that technically, you could already be at risk of pregnancy from the first time?” His fingers were coming down to her labia, now pushing the lips apart before his thumb found its way to her clit.

The thought of her being pregnant with his baby elicited an animalistic growl from Spencer. “You’re really wet from the thought of that?” He asked, a smirk on his face as her slick wasn’t unnoticed against his fingers. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? For me to pump you full of my cum and paint that pretty uterus? Have you swollen with a baby? Fuck.” His words were already influencing himself.

“Everyone would know you like being used as a cocksleeve and being desperate for all the cum you can milk out of me.” The explicit nature of his words had Y/N letting out a moan, her head fully in the clouds as her hips were rocking against his hand, desperate to get more than his thumb on her clit.

“You look like a desperate slut, you need more?” He asked, thumb putting pressure on her clit and eliciting another cry. That was when he was letting his middle finger run over her slit, collecting the slick of arousal from her puffy cunt.

There were no words shared between the two, instead he was letting his finger delve into her tight heat, making the woman below him moan out as her pussy was clenching around his finger.

The feeling of her walls closing around his finger and trying to pull him in for more made the man groan lowly, curling his finger just to get a reaction, which the muffled moan against the sheets was enough encouragement to add a second finger.

The long digits were nestled knuckle deep inside the inviting warmth, watching as Y/N attempted to fuck herself against his fingers. “You’ve stopped trying to get the cuffs off.” He pointed out the obvious, almost like an indirect order for her to continue trying or he would stop his movements.

This stupid fucking trick idea would be the end of her, her fingers clenching around the paperclip while her shaking hand was in search of the keyhole, finding it this time.

Spencer was satisfied, granting her the gift of his fingers scissoring her open as they was fucking her at a fast pace, his fingertips brushing against the spongy button inside of her that had her crying and begging for more.

His fingers just weren’t cutting it anymore.

“Spence please, need more.” Her words were muffled into the mattress, almost inaudible. To fix that problem though, one of the male’s wrists was tangling in her hair before he roughly tugged her hair towards, lifting her head up.

“Say it one more time. It’s rude to mumble.”

“P-Please. More.” She choked out.

“That’s more like it.”

His fingers were being pulled from her soaked cunt, chuckling as he looked over his glistening fingers, his hand still in her hair as he tugged her head up once more, the covered fingers going to her lips. He was pleasantly surprised whenever she was letting her lips close over the digits, her tongue cleaning her arousal off of his fingers.

“Good to see that the whore knows what someone wants.” He mused while letting her hair go as he was pulling his fingers from her mouth, watching as a string of saliva came with them. He’d just gotten started, and she already looked blissfully fucked out.

“More?” He asked, watching as the woman’s head was nodding quickly, feeling the strong grasp on her hips while he was moving her to sit on her knees for a moment, getting comfortable on the bed as he was lying on his back. “Come here.” He spoke, watching as she was doing her best to shuffle over on her knees.

She started by straddling his waist, though the male was shaking his head. “Farther.” He chuckled, this time gesturing to his face while Y/N’s mouth was agape. “Will be easier for you to get the cuffs off while sitting up.” He pointed out, his hands hooking around her thighs as soon as she was quickly making her way up his body.

“W-wait. What if you can’t suffocate? I don’t wanna end up killing you.” She spoke as she could feel his strong arms tug her body down, pressing a kiss to her clit.

“What a way to go out.” He commented, causing the two to let out a giggle before his tongue was licking over her clit. “Don’t worry, I can easily move you if I need to.” He assured her in a moment of seriousness.

Their words were soon replaced by the sound of moans as Spencer’s tongue was delving into her dripping pussy with no warning, the woman working on those damn handcuffs, which were a pain in her ass at this point.

She’d never do something dumb like that again. She’d just learn how to do a backflip or something as a trick to impress the entire team.

He had gotten greedy, his hands clutching tightly to her thighs as he was drinking all the arousal he could, eyes fluttered shut as he groaned lowly against her cunt.

His cock was rock hard at this point, his tip red and angry as beads of precum were pooling. It was throbbing, twitching at the moans that were falling from her lips coupled with the sweet, intoxicating taste that was on his tongue. Truthfully, he could probably cum untouched from this.

However, the only thing that stopped him was the feeling of metal hitting his stomach along with a little cheer.

She got the fucking handcuffs off.

Y/N looked just as surprised as the two were now making eye contact. “You actually did it.” Spencer spoke, shock dripping from his tone. “I did it!” She grinned, her fingers now coming down to tangle in his hair as she was raising an eyebrow. “You said that I could cum when I got them off. Get back to it.”

With a soft laugh, Spencer was nodding. “Yes, ma’am.” He obliged, now diving right back in as if he were a man starved.

With freedom to grab anything to support herself, her hands were coming to grip the headboard while she let her hips roll against his face, head tilting forward as a moan left her lips while was riding his face. At the position they were in, his nose was brushing against her clit with each roll of her lips.

The feeling of her thighs clenching around his head and the feeling of the fluttering in her pussy, Spencer knew she was ready to make a mess of his face.

With cries and moans of his name filling the room, it wasn’t long until she was soaking his face, which the male was licking up everything he could to avoid wasting even a drop of cum that she’d graced him with.

“Fuck.”

This was Spencer’s breaking point, now lifting her from his face before he was tossing her on her back, the woman letting out a yelp of surprise before watching as the clumsy male was nearly falling off the bed while pushing himself up.

“Are we gonna increase our odds of me being pregnant?” She probably meant it to be a joke but dear god, Spencer wanted to cum right then and there. “You better watch your mouth,” He warned with a chuckle, hand coming between them to give his cock a few tugs for relief before letting his tip tease her slit.

“Hey, I’m not against the idea! I think you should definitely give me a little genius baby.” She mused, voice shaky as he was tapping his cock against her pussy, her legs spreading more.

“You are gonna be the death of me, fuck.” He groaned, their lips smearing against one another's as he was tired of teasing, cock pushing inside of her. There were muffled moans against each other’s lips, one of his hands on her hip while the other was resting on either side of her head.

As he was bottoming out inside of her, Y/N was pulling away to let her head loll back as her arms were loosely around his shoulders. It was always the skinny, nerdy guys who were well endowed, enough to have anyone’s head spin with little movement.

Spencer’s thrusts started slow, an easement for both of them. There was soft kisses shared, the two whispering and even laughing softly together over whatever they discussed. It was sweet, soft.

Until Spencer slammed into her and cause her body to bounce upon impact. “Fuck, Dr. Reid, calm down. You’re gonna make me hit my head on the headboard.” She squeaked, though the way he was smiling and bracing herself while grasping his shoulders was an open invitation.

It wasn't long until the room was filled with the sinful sounds of his cock slamming into her, along with the sounds of the bed squeaking like crazy and both of their moans. Thank god the apartment to the right of her was empty, cause with the way her headboard was banging against the wall, she’d have a million complaints.

The woman to the left of her would have plenty of noise complaints for her though.

“Fuck- I’m gonna-” Her nails were dragging down Spencer’s back, head thrown back as her eyes were screwed shut. The warning came seconds before her walls were spasming around his cock, her body shaking from the sensitivity as Spencer’s rough thrusts were growing sloppy.

Spencer was reduced to a groaning, moaning mess as his cock twitched inside her clenched pussy before he was approaching his peak, his spent spilling inside of Y/N as his head was falling on her shoulder, his hips slowing their thrusts.

***

“How the hell did you do that?” Emily asked, eyes widened with amusement as Y/N dropped the handcuffs to the ground while she smirked triumphantly. “A girl never reveals her secrets.” She spoke.

Penelope was already letting all those conspiracy theories wrack up in her brain. “Do it again! Let me close them this time because I know you have to be cheating somehow.” The bubbly blonde spoke while quickly grabbing the metal cuffs before hooking them just a bit tighter around Y/N’s back.

“I’m telling you, I can get out of these.” She continued, using the paperclip in her hand. It took her a max of ten seconds to get them unlocked, the sound of metal hitting the floor soon after.

“You need to teach me how to do that.” Emily spoke again, now picking up the metal while placing the once dreaded object on Y/N’s desk.

“As impressive as it is, I feel like I have to give a warning that the first time any of you are trying to do a trick like that and you get stuck, you’re to come to work like that as a punishment.” Aaron spoke from where he stood outside of his office door.

“How did you even learn to do that, mama?” Derek was asking, an eyebrow raised as he leaned back against the desk behind him.

Spencer was already going red, thankfully everyone too focused on Y/N to notice, even when the two shared a knowing glance.

“Practice makes perfect!”

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shakirawastaken · 11 months

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dsmp if... you were a romance trope

i got inspiration (sapnap, dream, george, karl, quackiy, wilbur)

sapnap (hockey x figure skater): - im in the middle of heartbreaker rn and SHUT UP - i LOVE THIS TROPE - IM NOT EVEN A FIGURE SKATER I DO TAEKWONDO BUT I STILL FROTH OVER THIS SHIT - and then in addition to that one tommyinnit is a figure skater and everyone else is on a hockey team “ice these hurts” or smt h like that - i love this trope. - anyway i think that this trope comes hand in hand with enemies to lovers - his hockey team and ur figure skating group are at the same winter sports competiton - and you have to share a rink - booooo - so everyday you end practice with the sight of a bunch of hockey buffs roughhousing in the stands, waiting for you to finish - and everyday a certain brunette one sneers and smirks at you as you walk off the ice - “had a nice practice ice queen/king?” he asks you teasingly - “shut up, yeti” you mutter back gratingly as you bump your shoulder into his build as you pass him - and he comes up with a new one everyday - and you quip right back at him, unphased - one day, he comes into practice early just to spite you - what he wasn’t expecting is to see how good you actually were on the ice - he sat there like “ :O” and just watche dyou glide across the ice with what seemed like barely any effort - and he watched how passionate you were in your craft and the dance - and bro was whipped right then and there - so that day as you were leaving he said “you were amazing out there” and it took u jumpscared - you were like “no insult today?” - and he was like “dang, didnt know u liked them that much ;) but not today, not for something as beautiful as that” - and i think you can guess where it went from there... :)

dream (ceo and employee romance): - AKAIAKAKAHAKH TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION - i mean hes a ceo alr so its like one step in the door you know - anyway hes a ceo - bro wears those fancy ass suits everyday and has like a wine cellar mini fridge shit thing in his office - any way you pull up to his headquarters one day for like an interview and you were so fucking nervous - you ran into him in the elevator (and no clue who he was) - and you basically vented to him for the 30 second elevator ride before scurrying off to your interview - bro didnt even get dreams name or anything - he kinda just smiled and wished you well as you ran away - he thought you were so cute - and you thought dude was hot as fuck - anyway you got the JOB!! LETS GOO - the next day, your supervisor is like taking u around showing u the works - ....and you meet the ceo - its dream - and youre like :0 and he’s like *smirk wink* ;) “hey” - and youre like “well fuck hes the ceo i cant be in love with him” - and you avoid him - but he makes it his life’s mission to get on ur radar - in the break room, in ur cubicle, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot man is ON YOU LIKE A MOTH TO A LIGHT - eventually he convinces you to go to fancy dinner - and WOW hes paying?? so that shit was FIREEEE - fancy wagyu steak and 102379182 year old wine i mean cmon - it was good ok - he asks you out after dinner and assures u ur job wont be at risk and everything - ba da bing ba da boom - now youre dating happily and he spoils the FUCK outta you - lmk if you want this one as a big fic with dialogue

george (neighbors): - tell me why whenever i have my delulu daydreams with george he’s always a neighbor - very much boy next door vibes - omg HES YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATE NEXT DOOR - stoppppp - on move in day he pulls up with his family and u with urs and youre like - “hi ! nice to meet you im so exicted to move in!” and bros like “same!” - sometimes hes loud bc hes talking to his friends but you dont mind - hes a cs major and ur whatever u want major - one day you decided to start singing rlly loud while cleaning - ur singing taylor swift - and then george could hear you from the room next door to yours - so he writes up a little post it note that was like “loved the concert! when’s the next one?” and stuck in on your door - you found it and started mad blushign - you had a crush on him since day one awwww - anyways you two started communicating via post it notes and songs played loudly through the walls <3 - till one day you hear boyfriend by big time rush - and then you play girlfriend by avril lavigne back - and then he slips you a post it note under the door and you open the door before you could read it - and its an unspoken like thing that you start dating - its so romantic how you can saw you guys starting dating because of taylor swift !!

quackity (academic rivals): - DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS TROPE IT BRINGS ME LIFE ALRIGHT - alright - two law school students FIGHTING IT OUT ACADEMICALLY - you guys met in ur freshman year english class or some shit - clashed together in a discussion group - and its been game on since then - your texts with each other are flaunting texts - “hey alex, guess who got a 97 on the last midterm?” - “guess who got a 99 ;)” - over time, the texts started getting more and more hostile - people started to thing you two actually hated one another’s guts - but in reality it was more for the thrill - but this continued throughout your law school careers - and you both become successful lawyers in the end!! - and when the headmaster calls you both into his office and says - “youre both valedictorian! congrats! you have to give a speech together” - well its like all the hatred faded away - you grinned and cheezed at each other before giving each other the biggest hug ever - so you both wrote a speech together - and soon the day of graduation came - and q goes at the end “i wouldn’t be here without the person who motivated me through it all, so thank you (y/n)” and youre like “hey man *sob* wtf *sob” - and you kiss him on the cheek and cheer to all the graduates - after the ceremony he catches up to you in the parking lot, grabbing your wrist before you could go off with ur family - and blurts out word soup - and ur like what - and hes like “i really like you, and law school wouldn’t have been the same without you. can we be more than friends?” - and youre like “duhhh” and kiss him right there karl (best friends to lovers): - YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT - that is the song for this SCENARIO - you two met when you were little kids in like first grade - your friends werent there on that day so you hung out with each other - hooked to the other since then and there - it was always “karl and you” and “you and karl” - you came as a packaged deal - through ups and downs you were there together - you graduated high school together and were going to the same college together now - while karl barely got into any romantic relationships, you seemed to be going through a few of them - you were desperate for a love connection and honestly i aint blaming u - one day after a horrible date he came over to your dorm and u had an impromptu sleepover - you were in karls old shirt and some pajama pants and he was in his pajamas - and you two were just watching a movie together - before he turns to you abruptly, and you turn to look at him - and he’s like “you’re my best friend” - and you saw a switch flip in him - since then, the dynamic between you two changed (for the better) - you became more flirty more touchy - you started to act like you were a couple more and more - one day you saw him open his wallet to pull out his card - and u saw that he has a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and then you knew that he was it for you - you ask him out that night - and hes so happy hes picking you up and spinning you around - <3 wilbur (musician x fan trope): - okay this is inspired by those tik toks that are like “did you see the way he looked at me” and its harry styles staring and eyeing down a fan in the audience like YES - and he’s a musician so it fits! - imagine lovejoy is like a HUGE HUGE Band so maybe this is in the future - anyways you and ur friend go to a lovejoy concert - for the sake of the story, youre not that big a fan of lovejoy just familiar with hits like sex sells and one day - the whole time ur friend is like “theyre so good hes so good its all so good” - you two end up a few rows from barricade - and you and ur friend start screaming it up as you should - youre not oblivious to the way the lead singer keeps looking over in your direction, winking and smiling - imagine a sweaty, singing wilbur glancing over at you during sex sells and giving you a smile as he rasps out “you know sex sells i know that” - brb ascending to heaven - anyway a time comes when he stops to speak to the audience - he wastes no time - he struts over to your side of the stage and points at you - “what’s your name?” - and you scream it at him - “what a lovely name!” - the crowd cheers - “ahre you single?” he asks with a grin on his face - the grin grows when u nod at him - “give me ur number!?” he asks and you nod at him as ur friend is dying next to you - he gestures u and ur friend to the front of the stage by the barricade - and he passes you a marker and make syou WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HIS GUITAR OR HIS SHIRT OR SOMETHING - oh yeahh go you go you thank yoU! let me know if you want any of these to become a bigger story/imagine and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 WITH OTHER PEOPLE :D reblogs appreciated

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sidekick-hero · 5 months

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I want you to want me

(Teen | wc: 922 | steddie | prompt: open mic night for @steddieholidaydrabbles | tags: exes, open but hopeful ending, inspired by my favorite movie of all times 10 things I hate about you)

"Come on, Eddie. You've been moping around for weeks. Let's have some fun like we used to, man." Gareth was practically whining at Eddie and it was getting on his nerves.

"No way, man. I'm not moping, I just don't feel like going to some dumb-ass party to watch preppy jerks get drunk and barf in the bushes."

Never mind that the one person he actually wants to see won't be there. He'll still spend every second looking for that familiar shock of hair he loved running his hands through. He dreams about it still, can still hear the way Steve sounded when he tugged at the strands at the back of his neck.

He wonders when it'll stop hurting so much to think about him. To miss him like a fucking limb or something and still be afraid to even call him. What could he even say? I'm sorry for breaking your heart and I understand you hate me. The problem is that while acting like I cared about you for money I actually went and fell in love with you, so will you please give me another chance.

Yeah, sure.

"You're not even listening, dude. Harrington has really gotten to you," Gareth huffs, sounding genuinely upset. Eddie has hurt enough people he cares about, so he gives Gareth a look that says ‘I’m listening’ and Gareth rolls his eyes at him, but continues. "I told you about the open mic night, Will's reading one of his short stories and asked me to come. Me. This could be my chance. And you owe me man for all the crazy shit I helped you with while courting a jock of all people. So you coming or what?"

Gareth’s right, is the thing. Eddie owes him for everything, helping him in so many ways to make Steve fall for him. Coming with him to this stupid thing is the least he can do. He doesn’t have to like it though, so Eddie throws his arms up in the universal gesture of ‘fine, whatever, but I'm not going to enjoy watching you make goo-goo eyes at Will Byers’.

Gareth's rubs his hands together like some sort of super-villain with extremely fluffy hair and Eddie regrets all his life choices.

Open mic night is just as awful as Eddie thought it would be. There's this girl, something silly Thompson, and Eddie feels like he's listening to a small animal giving birth as she sings the national anthem. It's deeply disturbing.

He lost Gareth as soon as they entered the bar and Will spotted them and waved Gareth over. And that's a good thing, he's really not in the mood to watch them fall over each other.

They've been in this hellhole for almost an hour when he spots something that makes his stomach do somersaults while his skin starts to tingle all over. A shock of mousy brown hair, messier than usual, probably from Steve running his hands through it nervously.

His breath stops as he sees Steve climbing onto the stage with a single sheet of paper in his hand, chewing on his full lower lip as he stares out at the crowd. Eddie wants his eyes to find his. He is afraid that they will.

"Hey, uh, everybody. My best friend thinks I need to find some closure? Or something. Maybe she just likes to see me suffer for being an asshole in school. Anyway, I, uh, I'm just starting, I guess."

Eddie's stomach plummets at Steve's words. Closure. He should leave before he has to listen to Steve tell him and everyone in this room how much he hates Eddie.

He's not sure if he'll survive the damage to his heart, but he deserves the pain, he knows it. So he stays.

To everyone else, Steve must look calm, maybe a little embarrassed to be up there. But Eddie sees the way the hand holding the paper trembles, the way his eyebrows knit together, and the self-soothing way the fingertips of his other hand keep tapping his thumb.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, It even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Halfway through, Steve's eyes find his, and even with the way Steve pinches his nose, there is no way to stop the tears from streaming down his face. Eddie's heart breaks again for the man in front of him. God, how could he have been so stupid and selfish to accept an offer from Carver, of all people, to woo Steve so he could make a move on his sister Chrissy?

When Steve’s finished, he almost runs off the stage and out the door while Eddie stands shocked, Steve's words ringing in his ears.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Maybe they still have a chance.

#steddie #steddie drabble #steddieholidaydrabbles #slowly trying to get back into writing so this daily drabble thing is a great idea #my writing

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nhl-stories · 1 year

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Did You Come? – Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: Deciding to pick up and move your life doesn't make you stupid, right?

Author’s Note: Angst, infidelity, and adult content below, enter at your own risk.

Word Count: 2.6k

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Was she good? Just what you liked? Did you come? How many times?

I used to be smart, I swear.

I was logical and calculating. I made pro and con lists, had five and ten-year plans. I thought things out. Some called me rigid; I called it goal-oriented and it had been working out for me.

Then I met Matthew and I became an idiot.

The worst part is I loved every moment of it.

I loved the spontaneity, how I had to loosen up and go with the flow of his far more unpredictable schedule. I loved the tweaks I made in my ten-year plan to fit around him.

I spent years swearing I would never be the type of woman who would change for a man and yet here I was about to tell a man I was willing to pick up my entire life and move 4,000 km for him and his dreams.

I really was smart once, I swear.

But now I’m in front of a foreign house with a pros and cons list that just has one pro: because you love him. And that pro outweighed everything else.

I finally build up the courage to ring the doorbell, happy it doesn't have a camera. I wait for a minute before trying again. I look at my phone, wondering if the time change has turned me around and he’s not at home. That there’s a game or practice I didn’t account for.

But before I can berate myself for not quadruple checking my plans, a shirtless Matthew opens the door.

The daily sun exposure has been good to him, his golden skin makes me want to cry. I didn’t realize how much my body had ached to be near him and I throw myself into his arms before he even has time to react.

I squeeze him so tightly, like I can’t believe he’s real or that if I let go, he’ll disappear like a mirage. I squeeze tighter to keep my mind off sobbing.

“Babe, you’re suffocating me,” he finally chokes out and I let go, embarrassed.

I pull back and smile, the speech I had rehearsed already forgotten as my brain turns to goo around him.

“What are you doing here?” He runs a hand through his hair, which is messier than usual even with his curls kept short.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I swallow before I can admit the rest, trying to gauge his stoic expression.

“I– I want to move down here,” I put on a brave face, I want to show how sure I am about this.

“Seriously?” a smirk turns into a grin.

I can’t speak, my voice is certain to crack, so I nod instead.

“You’re gonna love it down here, it’s so different from Calgary but it’s great. And I’ll help you figure out how you can take the bar down here and we’ll find you a new firm and–“

I cut him off with a kiss. It’s the first we’ve shared since we packed up the last of his boxes in Calgary and you could tell in how quickly it becomes heated.

My tongue explores his mouth as if I’d find something new after all these months and he’s pulling me closer and closer as if he could merge our bodies by force.

I have to pull away because I feel woozy but I can’t bear the separation for too long. I move my lips along his jaw towards his ear.

“I missed you so much.”

I bite his ear lobe and hear him growl, primal and low, in response. He picks me up in a flash and before I can even register the layout of his place, I’m on my back in his bed.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” he has a wolfish smile as he hovers above me, but there’s sincerity dripping from his tone.

He kisses me firmly and I feel my bones melting as he moves down my body.

“I never thought you’d come,” he whispers against my collar bone and I’m the one who moves to get my shirt off.

“Eager, are we?” He laughs at my hands already working their way down to my pants.

I can’t even think of a good response.

Because I’m an idiot now.

So instead, I just nod. Desperate for his touch, his attention, his praise. He’s suddenly my sun and my world revolves around him.

“I think I can do something about that.”

He moves my hands and pins them over my head with one hand and pushes his other under my waistband. He kisses me gently as his fingers brush against my soaked underwear and I can feel his cocky smirk against my lips. I can feel my blood leaving my brain.

“It’s been a while, huh?” he takes his sweet time dipping his fingers in, “no one knows how to touch you like this.”

I can only let out a whimper in response. He’s right, my vibrator can only do so much.

“Let me show you how happy I am that you’re here.”

He moves between my aching legs and suddenly I’m exposed as I can feel his hot breath and it takes all my will power to not just shoves his face in there.

“Matty please,” I hate how desperate I sound.

Usually, he likes to tease things out, make me fall apart until I’m begging. But it’s been months and I’m making that pretty obvious so he gives in pretty quickly. I almost let out a sigh of relief when his lips wrap around my clit.

I thread my hands in his curls and try to focus on the individual sensations to make this last, but I’m overstimulated. I squeeze my thighs against his head and find myself orgasming far too quickly.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Matt rests his head on my thigh and looks up at me, pupils blown out.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” he kisses my thigh, “cause there’s more where that came from, once I catch my breath.”

I have just enough time to run a hand lovingly through his hair and slow my heartrate to an acceptable level before he begins his second assault.

I can keep my thoughts straight this time around, at least for the time being. I can focus on the feeling of his tongue and the pressure of his suction and how his fingers curl just so inside of me.

I throw my head back and notice a hair tie sitting on the bedside table, the side that would be mine. In the moment my brain is flashing red flags, but another part of me thinks that Taryn was probably here at some point, and another part of my brain feels Matt nip at my clit and curl his fingers in the perfect way.

That last part wins out and all I can do is ride out the waves of pleasure and roll my eyes into the back of my head.

Have I mentioned I’m an idiot?

We wake up several hours and orgasms later, Matthew’s head on my chest. He says he missed falling asleep to the sound of my heartbeat.

I carefully slip out from under him and take stock of his new place. I start in the kitchen since I haven’t eaten since I got here. His fridge is mostly bare except for some sports drinks and coconut water and beer.

Thankfully, Matthew has a bit of a sweet tooth and there’s ice cream in the freezer. Not the most nutritious refuel, but I’m too euphoric to really think about it.

I survey the place now; it clearly has had a woman’s touch. I suspect Chantal had a big hand in that like she had in Matthew’s old place. But it’s still a little too put together, without any intervention he’s been known to get a bit messy. I remember insisting on spending time in my much tidier home early on in the relationship.

I peek out his curtains to see the backyard, there are a couple of plants by the pool I know he couldn’t keep alive on his own.

“Going out there naked?” I jump at Matthew’s voice.

“As fun as sunburning my vag sounds,” I laugh and feed him a spoonful ice cream.

He wraps his arms around me and I feel like this could be home.

We spend the rest of the day lazily wrapped in each other. The heat has died down but it’s not any less intimate. Any excuse to be close and touch we take. My heart aches thinking about all the time we spent apart because I had to think it through and not just dive in headfirst.

Things already feel pretty normal when I’m getting ready to go to a game the next day. Going through the motions feels so familiar though I need far fewer layers, which makes me feel a bit naked as I take an Uber to the rink.

I eventually find my way to the family suite and am greeted by a familiar scene and a familiar face.

“Oh my god, I didn’t know you were coming to town!”

I’m wrapped into the tight embrace of Sam Bennett’s girlfriend, Maeve, our time together only briefly overlapped but we had instantly bonded over being born and raised Alberta babes. Another piece of home.

“I kind of surprised Matthew.”

“I’m sure it was a hell of a surprise, how long are you here?”

“Forever?”

Her smile falters for a second, “No shit. I guess I never thought getting you out of Calgary was an option.”

“I didn’t really either,” I shrug as a knot begins to tighten in my stomach.

“I’m really happy you’re here though,” she squeezes my hand before pulling me towards some of the other women, who have not-so-discreetly been trying to figure out how I fit in.

“Guys, this is Matthew’s –– girlfriend,” Maeve’s pause between her last two words makes me uncomfortable.

“Oh?” One woman speaks up before a list of names is rattled off and I can’t get out of my head enough to remember any of them.

There’s a tension in the suite and I can tell it’s not about the game, although that’s fairly close. I try and ignore it by keeping the focus off me, just making small talk and catching up with Maeve.

Halfway through the second period another woman walks into the suite. She’s tall, tan, and maybe a bit overdressed for a hockey game, even by some WAG standards. She silently acknowledges the group before taking a seat.

Then I feel everyone’s eyes on me and I feel desperately out of the loop. I look over to Maeve with a blank stare, hoping for some clarification.

“That fucking bastard,” she says under her breath but loud enough for me to understand exactly what’s going on now.

Like I said, I’m a fucking idiot.

“Let’s go get a drink,” she says dragging me out of the suite, a buzz of whispers from the other women growing distant.

I’m surprised when we actually start standing in a drink line, but everything feels so surreal I can’t really comprehend anything.

Maeve orders two drinks and hands me one, I down it in one go.

“I’m so sorry,” her eyes are glossy and I don’t know how I’m not crying, not collapsing on the floor.

“I– I– I guess I don’t get it,” my words haven’t caught up with where my brain is already.

“I didn’t even realize you guys were still together. I mean, I don’t think the girl is that serious, but still.”

When I don’t respond she tries to fill the space, “I can take you back to Matt’s place and get your stuff. You can stay with me and Sam until you get a flight or whatever.”

I swallow hard around the thick ball of despair lodged in my throat.

“No,” I croak out, “I need to see him.”

Maeve just nods and we go back to the family suite and I act like nothing happened. I pretend the other woman doesn’t exist.

Maeve holds my hand the whole time.

We go down by the locker room when the game ends, we hang towards the back of the group.

Sam comes out and grins when he sees me. I can’t help but smile and relish the big bear hug he gives me. Then he sees what Maeve already sees: Matthew comes out of the locker room and the other woman practically throws herself at him, hanging off of him as she gives him a sloppy kiss.

Matthew pulls away as fast as he can, like somehow that will make her not exist.

His face crumples when he finally makes eye contact with me.

Finally, the smart person within me takes over. I march right up to him and smack him across the face. The sound reverberates in the hallway and I turn to walk away before I can see anyone’s reactions.

I don’t really know where I’m going, but I hear footsteps chasing after me and I know it’s Matthew.

“Baby,” he says as he takes hold of my wrist.

“Just take me back to your place Matthew, so I can get my stuff and get the fuck out of here.”

He thinks for a moment like he’s going to say something, but instead he just leads me to his car.

“Was she good? Did she make you come the way you like?” I sneer at him once he puts the car into drive.

He lets out a heavy and shaky sigh.

“You said you’d give me time to think about this, about us,” I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of my tears but I can only fight my body so much.

“Is this what giving me time means to you? Fucking someone else?”

He doesn’t say anything for a long while and I realize we’re parked in his driveway. I look over to see the redness from my slap blooming across his cheek, I take some pride in that.

“You hadn’t made any progress in months and you didn’t give me any signs that would change.”

“So, that makes this, okay? It’s my fault you found someone else?”

“Fuck, no, that’s not what I mean. I just never saw a world where you actually came down here and things with Casey just sort of happened.”

There’s something in the way he actually says her name that feels like an extra stab.

“She isn’t just a fuck buddy, is she?”

He shakes his head, “But–“

“No! You don’t get to justify things. You had a million chances to end it with me or tell me you didn’t want to be exclusive or literally anything else and you didn’t. I loved you so much I was willing to uproot my entire existence for you and you couldn’t even give me the decency of being honest.”

“I love you too.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

I stuff the few things I’ve taken out back into my bag, wanting to get out of here as soon as I can. But I leave my pros and cons list on the bed before I storm out.

I hope reading it keeps him up at night. Remembering how much I was willing to give up for him and how selfish he was instead. I hope my handwriting haunts him.

And maybe that makes me an idiot.

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gunilslaugh · 6 days

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Curtain Call

Goo Gunil Summary: Gunil is harboring a massive crush on you and when you get casted as his fellow lead for your theater class he can’t help but fall for you even more. (non-idol au) WC:~1.5k Warning:none

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“Alright and now for the parts you’ve been waiting for. I’ll now announce who will be playing our main leads!” your theater teacher playfully held the cast list in their hands. “Eh-hm” your teacher cleared their throat. “Gunil and y/n! Let’s give them a hand.” The rest of your theater class started clapping for you two.

Gunil couldn’t believe what he just heard. He was going to be acting alongside you, his crush. Just the thought of it had butterflies dancing in his stomach. He looked over to where you sat two rows in front of him to find you already looking back at him. You gave him a small smile and a wave. Gunil had to fight off the blush that was creeping up his neck as he smiled and waved back.

“Hey partner,” Gunil said, coming up to you after class was dismissed.

“Hey,” you replied back to him, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“How do you feel about playing a lead?” he asked you.

“I’m nervous, honestly. I never played a lead before. I don’t want to mess up.” Gunil was well aware how you never played a lead before. You had only played small roles in the past. You mainly worked behind the stage helping with costumes and props.

Your help with the costumes is actually what led Gunil to developing his crush on you. He distinctly remembers watching you put rhinestones onto a dress of the then lead. He swore that your eyes were shinier than the rhinestones and the way you looked so focused with your work, you were beautiful. From then on he always paid extra attention to you. He watched with fond eyes as you painted backdrops. He always went to you when his costume needed an adjustment or to ask you to run over his lines with him. He uses any excuse that he could find to talk to you. Now that you’re both playing the main leads, Gunil will have so many reasons to talk to you and he’s thrilled about it.

“I’m sure you’ll do great. You always nailed your smaller roles and you wouldn’t have been casted as the lead if you weren’t a good fit,” Gunil tells you.

“Thanks, but you're such a good actor I don't want to make you look bad.” You could never make him look bad Gunil thought. His chest also swirls with pride at your words. You thought he was a good actor?

“Don’t be silly. I’m perfectly capable of making myself look bad,” he joked hoping to make you laugh and it worked. Your laugh was music to his ears too. He wanted to hear it more. “Don’t be so nervous, let’s just have fun.”

“I’ll try,” you say.

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Gunil basically gets to spend all of class with you, which he loves. Class is definitely spent doing more than just practicing for the play. You two often find yourselves having side conversations completely ignoring the scripts that lay on your laps.

“How are my two leads doing?” Your theater teacher pulled up a chair next to you and Gunil.

“It’s going well,” Gunil answered.

“Show me,” your teacher orders.

“What are you doing here?” your character asks.

“I wanted to see you,” Gunil’s character replies.

“It’s late. Couldn’t you wait till tomorrow?”

“No, I had to see now.” Gunil reaches out and takes your hand. It’s a part of the script, but your heart doesn’t seem to care as it picks up.

“Why’s that?” You laced your fingers with his (as the script says to). Gunil feels his stomach do a flip.

“I’d only lie awake thinking of you if I didn’t.” Gunil shifts his eyes from the script to look at you. He looks at you as if he loves you. He’s just acting, you have to remind yourself. Being completely unaware of the fact that Gunil didn’t have to act like he was in love with you.

“So you won’t lie awake thinking of me anymore?” You had to try so hard to not stammer over your words with Gunil looking at you like that.

“No, I’ll dream of this instead.” Gunil brings your hands up to your lips to leave a delicate kiss on your knuckles. You failed to contain your blush.

“T-then you should be going now…so you can meet me in your dreams.” You hoped that your stutter seemed intentional rather than the reality of it.

“You know I hate saying goodbye to you.” Gunil pulls you a bit closer using your linked hands.

“This isn’t goodbye. It’s see you soon. Now go.” You let go of Gunil’s hand.

“I hate that I didn’t pair you two up sooner. You two have so much chemistry!” Your teacher raved. “Or are you two not telling me something?” your teacher implied.

“No, it’s not like that,” you state. Or maybe it was. It was definitely like that for Gunil and with the way your heart was acting right now, it seemed like the feelings being portrayed were beyond your characters.

“Either way I’m excited to see this play come to life,” your teacher says then heads off to see how the other students are doing.

“See you have nothing to worry about,” Gunil tells you. He was right, it looks like you don’t have to worry about being a lead, but your newfound feeling for Gunil. Those were something that concerned you.

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The more you practiced with Gunil the more you felt your feelings grow for him. The same he said for Gunil. He was already crushing on you hard, but the longer he spent with you the more he fell head over heels for you. It was safe to say that Gunil had to do very little acting when it came to the play. The feelings his character felt for your character were the same as the ones he felt for you.

“Have I not made my feelings for you clear? Why are we doubting that what’s between us isn't love?” At this point you knew what you felt for Gunil was love, but did he feel the same?

“I know I love you but-”

“I love you too.”

“But-”

“No buts. We love each other, so stop trying to pull away from me.” Gunil pulls you closer by your waist, arms locking around you. You feel your heart pound in your chest. Slowly your arms move around Gunil’s shoulders. Gunil wished that he didn’t have to act to be able to hold you like this.

“Cut!” your teacher yells. Gunil and you still stay embraced a moment longer before you slip your arms away from his shoulders and Gunil reluctantly releases your waist.

“That was perfect you two. I can feel the love radiating off of your characters. Tomorrow night is going to be amazing!” Tomorrow night is the night of your class’s play. You were nervous, but you also felt sad about your time with Gunil coming to an end. You thought about confessing, but you really didn’t know if Gunil felt the same way.

Gunil on the other hand was set on confessing to you. He just didn’t know if he should do it before or after the play. After spending the past month preparing for this play and falling all the more in love with you. He didn’t want to keep his feelings for you hidden anymore.

It was ten minutes till the curtain would rise. You and Gunil were sitting backstage while last minute touches were being rushed about.

“Are you nervous?” Gunil asked.

“A little. Not as much as I thought I would be,” you say.

“That’s good. If you ever get too nervous just keep looking at me. Forget anyone else is even there,” he tells you.

“Ok,” you smiled.

“Curtain in five, get in your places everyone,” someone announces. Gunil stands up taking your hand in his.

“Let’s go.” He pulls you alongside him.

“Promise you’ll stay by my side?” You look at Gunil with vulnerable eyes.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” He smiles, taking both of your hands in his.

“I love you,” you(r character) confess.

“I love you too,” Gunil(’s character) confesses back. The final curtain closes.

You had just gotten changed out of your costume, you’re walking out of the dressing room when you’re greeted with Gunil standing just outside of the door. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Oh Gunil,” you say.

“Here,” he hands you the flowers.

“Thank you,” you take them with a smile.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he tells you.

“Go ahead.” You briefly bring the flowers up to your nose to smell them.

“I was really happy when we were announced as the leads,” he states.

“I was happy to be paired with you too,” you told.

“I was happy because I like you,” he confessed. “All this time I didn’t really have to act because I already had those feelings for you.”

“I wasn’t really acting either,” you reveal. Gunil looked at you hopefully. “I like you too,” you confessed.

“So I can take you on a date then?” he checked.

“Of course,” you agree.

“There you two are, come on it’s time for pictures,” your teacher rounds the corner. If anyone looked close enough at those pictures they could tell that you and Gunil looked at each other the same way your characters looked at one another, with love.

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minigirl87 · 9 months

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Happy Anniversary, Marc

Marc Spector x F'Reader

NSFW 🔞 under 18's DNI ⚠️

It's your wedding anniversary, and Marc gets his reward for wearing a shirt and tie.

It's my 11th wedding anniversary this week, and I thought, why not write a little something to celebrate. The song included was my wedding song and is a personal favourite. Enjoy ❤️

Summary:-

Pure indulgent fluff and smut. Marc is uncomfortable being dressed up for your anniversary dinner and is rewarded and appreciated afterwards. Marc is a sweetheart and loves red lippy. Reader is not described in any way.

Warnings:-

Sex toys (I highly recommend this toy, btw). P in V , oral male and female receiving. Squirting, cum, mutual masturbation. Use of the word fuck.

Please practice safe sex.

Word count 1915

Marc stood in front of the mirror, fidgeting in a crisp white shirt look between a black tie and one that was of your favourite colour. He hated being dressed up, but he hated letting you down more. But for your wedding anniversary, he was going to force him to manage.

The three of them decided it was best that Marc went first with the celebrations as legally he was the one you were married to, but in love, you were married to the three of them, you wore a tri wedding band 3 bands interlinked plain bands one gold (Marc), one rose gold (Steven) and the third white gold (Jake).

As he looks at both ties, he thinks back to when he planned this night. Marc had been sitting watching baseball on the tv as you were snuggled up next to him, watching the Great British menu on your tablet with your earphones in. His right arm laying over the stomach, his left playing with your hair as you rested your head on his stomach and right hand resting on his left one.

You had let a soft sigh as you as you watch your programme. Marc had gently nudged your shoulder for you to pull an ear phone out. “you OK, baby?” You had smiled up at him lovingly replied that the chef you were watching worked at the Ritz and how you dreamed of going there one day, and they idea was born.

As he chooses your favourite colour tie to wear, he hears your keys rattle in the flats door and your voice carrying through “Hi Sweetheart I’m back. Where are you?” Marc smiles as he ties his toe “in the bedroom Baby” and he listens to walking towards him. “well hello sexy, aren’t you looking handsome” As you peck his lips Marc’s cheeks turn red as he mumbles something about himself.

He fidgets with his cuffs before you gently take his hands. “Your not comfortable, are you sweetheart?” Marc avoids the question in his typical style “baby I’m fine, you look so beautiful” you smile back at him “Thank you for everything, I appreciate you doing this sweetheart” Marc beams with happiness a genuine happy smile etched on his handsome face, you smooth his hair back behind his ear. His smell captivating your senses.

Gently tapping his bum telling him to go sit on the sofa so you can get changed, you had decided to treat yourself to getting your hair and make done professionally as your husband was treating you to the Ritz. Marc leaves to get and wait for you, pondering why you didn’t have lipstick on.

You quickly change out your jeans and jumper and underwear. You hook up the black satin and lace suspender belt, slipping on the black seemed stockings snapping them onto to belt then pulling on the black lacy knickers on top then hooking the matching black satin and lace balcony bra, finely slipping on your sensible but sexy heels. Admiring yourself in the mirror as you applied red lipstick, Marcs favourite shade (each of them had a favourite shade of red), you decided to snap a selfie for later.

You chose a beautiful navy blue dress embroidered with shades of reds, pinks, and green floral on it. You felt special and good. You finished your look with a pair of pearl drop earrings and your favourite perfume. You grabbed your black clutch and walked towards Marc.

Marc looks at you like a man dying of thirst as he drinks you in and is glad that Steven and Jake were leaving him be tonight. “oh baby, you look amazing. My woman is the most stunning on earth to me” grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Shall we go?” Offering his hand, which you gladly take, leaving the flat secured and heading to the Ritz for your anniversary.

You have a lovely evening together enjoying each others company, the food, the wine, and the atmosphere. When it’s time to leave there’s a slight breeze as the London sky starts to get grey and the street and shop lights romantically illuminate your walk home, as soon as Marc senses a shiver in you his suit jackets of and around your shoulders as well as his arm.

You get back to flat as soon as the flat door is closed, both all over each as you head to the bedroom. Marc unzips you dress, and as it falls, it pools at your feet. Marc looks in awe at you standing in front of him “baby you’re a goddess, so beautiful, my love.” You start undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it away and down his toned chest and arms, his honey coloured skin glowing in the gentle lamp light.

He looks at you with such love and trust as he softly swiping his thumb over your cheek whispering “I love you” You kiss him tenderly, whispering the same against his soft lips. As you unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers you feel his cock pushing against the seem. pushing him gently so he’s sitting on the bed. Looking up at him lust fully with hooded eye’s you fall gently to your knees in front of him.

You go straight to his aching cock kissing the tip before devouring him in your warm wet mouth. A guttural moan as his eyelids flickered followed by “fuck, baby” as you start sucking him. Marc admires you as your pretty lips slide up and down his shaft leaving a trail of red lipstick on his hard cock “such a good girl, your lips are so pretty as suck my cock” he grabs a fistful of your hair guiding up and down rhythmically, a slight snarl on his face when you suck on the head only tasting his salty sweetness of his pre cum on your tongue.

Rubbing your thumb over his balls as you cradle them in your hand. Sucking them as swipe your tongue alone them. Fitting his cock as it twitches as pulses against your palm. Marc has a light glow of sweat against his body the looks like a sculpture that should be in a gallery.

Marc Groans above you making the most beautiful sounds and moaning your name and telling you your his beautiful wife. He sinks his fingers into your hair again, tightening his fist at your roots move your swollen red stained lips towards his throbbing cock again. As you sink your lips down onto him. Marc starts thrusting his hips moaning as he starts fucking your mouth the tip of his cock hitting you throat making you gag, your saliva mixes with the red lipstick coating his cock. He fucks your mouth harder as your breasts bounce against his hips with the momentum.

Snarling and Groan above you “baby, I’m gonna cum” As he grips your hair has he shoots his ropes of pearly cum in your mouth as you swallow every drop, sucking his sensitive and softening cock clean. Your face is covered in smudged red lipstick and tear stained mascara eyes and cheeks. Marc softly runs his thumb along your lips “you’re so beautiful to me like this, my love, my life, my wife.” It’s a beautiful sight indeed “I will forever love you and care for you” you reply, kissing his inside hip.

You both get your breath back under control as Marc leans down and pulls you up on the bed beside him and proceeds to kick his shoes, trousers, and underwear off. Reaching into your bedside cabinet bring out your favourite sex toy the rose and then spits on it as he proceeds to move between your legs switching it on you hear it vibrating in his palm then you moan his name loudly as Marc pushes it past your knickers placing in on your clit, your core burning in pleasure.

Marc feels his cock twitching and pulsing again as you moan his name as he watches the rose suck on your sopping wet pearl between your shaking legs, your moans are almost pornographic to his circular movements and your pleasure. Marc gathers your slick with his free hand, then slides two of his thick digits in, you scream as he then starts kissing and sucking on your inner thigh.

You grab a handful of his chocolate curls tightly as you pant “I’m so close my love” he removes the rose and starts sucking and lapping at your clit and thrusting his fingers in and out your squelching cunt, his words vibrate against your core “cum baby, cum on my tongue I want to taste you” at his words you cum in euphoria as you squirt on his tongue and lips. “your so fucking beautiful spent like this baby. My beautiful wife, I love when you cum hard for me.” Gently kissing you quivering pussy lips as he cleans your slick up with his tongue.

He removes your knickers, throwing them away and crawling like a predator on its prey, kissing and sucking your skin as he moves up your body. Towering above you resting his weight on his hands, his lips swollen, your juices covering them and his chin. Surprisingly, when he leans in, the kiss is gentle and tender as you taste each other. Kissing his way back down your jaw, neck, and chest, kneading your breasts pinching and sucking the hard buds through the bras lace.

For a big, strong guy, Marc is incredibly gentle, though he doesn’t think he is. He moves to standing at the bottom of the he grabs your hips, pulling you down to him. He pumps his leaking cock again before running the head between your slick folds soliciting a loud moan of “MARC” from your hoarse throat, as he pushes himself in your heated core “so wet baby, you enjoy this don’t you?” panting as he thrusts teasingly slow and steady. “Fuck yes my love, I love when you fuck me like this” you whimper out between moans.

You start moving your hips to meet his movements, Marc takes the hint and fucks you faster as you see his face and back tense up. He completely pulls out and pumps his cock before thrusting back in roughly as his thumb rubs rhythmic circles on your pulsing clit, you feel his cock pulsing inside you as you grab his hand as you both hit climax cuming together as pleasure washes over you both as moans and heavy breathing and the smell of your love for each other fill the air.

Marc lays down beside you, gathering you in his arms, holding you close as you both come back from your high. You snuggle into him, stroking his bicep, leaning up you, looking into his eyes lovingly as you kiss with love. “Happy Anniversary my love, I love you” leaning to kiss him and “Thank you for tonight” Marc blushes “Happy Anniversary Baby, I love you too” he kisses you back “you’re everything I need and want.” He whispers as he cuddles you again.

After a few moments of enjoying your bliss, you both decide to shower and change. Climbing to bed cuddling again, Marc moves a strand of you’re wet hair, raising an eyebrow while a smirks crosses his handsome face and cheekily asks “ready for round 2 baby” and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck “always my love.”

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jooillusion · 9 days

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Flor, I wanna know what you think about Gunil praising his gf during sexy time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ANONNNNN.

okay first off GUNIL GUNIL GUNIL (me manifesting him in the mirror rn.)

LIKE TO HAVE THIS MAN PRAISING YOU IN YOUR EAR IS A DREAM 😭😭😭😭

get ready bc i’m like reallllll delulu over thee goo gunil </3

let’s start with outside of sexy time. he’s definitely the type of bf to praise you over anything. you’re practicing painting and drawing and he encourages you to keep going with “good job” and “keep up the good work” </3. you sit on his lap while he teaches you to play drums and when he pulls his hands away to let you play on your own he claps his hands with a “you’re a fast learner princess” UGH YOU LITERALLY CANT CONVINCE ME HIS FAVORITE PET NAME ISNT PRINCESS OKAY.

inside of sexy time though when gunil feels a little pent up he never verbally says it but shows it. in no time his pecks will turn into long kisses to intense makeouts and his hands are already reaching for the waistband of your bottoms. (speaking delusionally) i think gunils favorite position is missionary so he can see your face. when he preps you he definitely whispers “you’re taking my fingers so well” and it just makes you whine into the air and gunil smile. and prep cannot end without you orgasming so when you do cum gunil calls you a good girl for cumming all over his fingers </3

now when he first enters you after all the foreplay, he’ll tell you how perfect you are and how you were made for each other and when he fully bottoms out he’ll tell you how much he loves you. between thrusts in and out he’ll grunt out how good you feel and OH BOY do those thrusts match the praises, full of love man </3. UGHHHH and when he’s close to cumming he’ll let you know and tell you to cum with him, so when you two do cum together he’ll bury himself deep inside of you making sure to hear how good you make him feel.

same thing with giving gunil head he’ll tell you how good your mouth is <3

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

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Gingerly

Rated: Teen (2k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Alison Argent, Sheriff Stilinski

Tags: POV Stiles, Magical Stiles, Alpha Derek, Baking & Brewing, Accidental Secret Admirer/Assumed Creeper-Bad Guy, Scenting, Kissing, Hickeys, Getting Together

Summary:

Stiles already knew that the secretive Alpha had a not-so-secret sweet tooth, but not about a favorite spice. He could do something with that.

The Stilinski men were only passable in the kitchen, but he figured he could learn to bake. Woo the guy of his literal and figurative dreams, experiment with finer magic control, and enjoy snacks as he went? Win-win-win.

For Noxnthea and Stiles Shipping Central Ficlet Exchange. Prompt #3, Secret Admirer:

Stiles didn’t mean to end up as [person’s] secret admirer. He’d fully intended to announce his intentions, okay? But then, well… then he accidentally did [insert mistake here], and now [person]’s convinced they’ve got some creepy dude stalking them and goddamnit, if this gets out, the pack is never gonna let Stiles live this down.

Wolf & Snow Moons - Snow prompts: 12, Ginger, Hidden

Stiles began working on his magic over the summer, but didn’t tell anyone because he wanted to have something impressive, or at least reliable, to show when he was inevitably asked to demonstrate. Struggling to light a candle in front of a skeptical audience? No thank you.

So he borrowed some books, started a herb garden, learned various grounding techniques, and eventually it wasn’t so hard to draw from that well of power inside him. Apparently, soon he wouldn’t even need anything except his own will, but for now he actually enjoyed the little rituals. He even got multiple sternum tattoos to aid with things like stealth, protection, and healing and to strengthen his connection to the land and elements. (They looked pretty fucking cool and he only fainted twice.)

Stiles was practicing extending his senses while walking near the new Beta House one evening when he overheard Boyd telling Erica how he realized that whenever he had something gingery back at the loft — drinks, stir-fry, cookies from his grandma — that some of it always disappeared. At first he’d thought it was Peter or maybe Jackson, but he eventually caught Derek red (or rather, yellowy brown-beige) handed.

Interesting. Stiles already knew the secretive Alpha had a not-so-secret sweet tooth, but not about a favorite spice. He could do something with that.

After numerous attempts ranging from “exploding goo turned charcoal” to “pretty good” his latest batches came out perfectly. Chewy triple ginger molasses cookies, crispy gingersnaps, and decadent dark chocolate gingerbread brownies. The power of three, baby!

He snagged some for himself (quality control) and saved two of each for his dad, but still had a dozen left of everything for Derek. On the way over, he stopped to buy some tea for good measure: chai and lemon ginger. Then it was showtime.

But when Stiles knocked on the door there was no answer. How anticlimactic.

He waited a few minutes and then enhanced his hearing to check for sure that Derek wasn’t home, but instead he heard Isaac, Erica, and Jackson approaching the elevator in the lobby — a.k.a. 3 of the 4 worst possible people to witness anything sincere and potentially embarrassing — so he set the bag at the door, quickly erased his scent. and ran down the stairs while hiding his presence.

The mystery gift was the first topic of discussion at the next pack meeting. Derek apparently enjoyed the goodies (yes!) and only gave the envious betas one of each before absconding with the rest. He assumed it was left as thanks by a half-fae waitress he’d helped the week before, but when he complimented her in passing a few days later she had no idea what he was talking about. None of the wolves could pick up a scent on the packaging and bemusement turned to fear (no!)

There were any number of malicious spells or supernatural substances that could be activated through food, which would explain the lack of scent. And how did the sender find out about his penchant for ginger anyway?

Having lost his nerve (he’d never live it down if they found out now,) Stiles sent an anonymous text the next afternoon to try to put Derek at ease, but that only made things worse. After receiving an angry voicemail on his burner phone he panicked and tossed it.

Another pack meeting was held and they were worried enough to bring in Scott and Allison, though thankfully Chris at least wasn’t there. Allison swept the place for listening devices and Scott asked Deaton to strengthen the wards once the clinic closed. Everyone was now on high alert for what Erica dubbed the “Cookie Monster.”

If Lydia or Peter were around they probably would’ve been suspicious of him being unusually quiet, but she’d left early for MIT and their semi-resident zombie wolf (the 4th and final boss of jerkfaces) was off gallivanting who knows where. There was no evidence pointing in his direction. He just had to relax and keep his mouth shut.

“Definitely sounds like some psycho stalker to me,” Jackson said, making the “screw loose” sign.

“That lady on the second floor who’s always checking you out?” Boyd wondered.

“Ooh, what about that guy at the coffee shop that always gives us extra pastries if you pay for it? I bet he knows how to bake,” said Erica.

“If it’s him, you should roll with it,” Isaac joked, earning a glare from Stiles. How dare he credit some skeevy barista.

“Yeah, maybe it’s just someone with a crush,” Scott said, ever the romantic.

“A creepy person,” Allison emphasized with a frown. Erica nodded.

“Yeah, and with his luck…” she muttered, wincing and turning to a silent Derek. “Sorry, big guy,”

As the others continued speculating Derek only looked more and more irritable and withdrawn. Angry, yes, but even worse, sad. Stiles dreaded the embarrassment and hassling to come, but he hated seeing Derek upset even more.

“It was me, alright!” he shouted, shooting up from the couch.

Everyone paused and turned to stare at him. Scott tilted his head, his expression that of a confused puppy.

“Dude, since when do you bake?”

Stiles shrugged awkwardly. “Since recently.”

“But why couldn’t we tell that it was you?” Erica asked.

“I, uh, might’ve done something with my magic? Surprise,” he said, making jazz hands.

“Magic?”

He turned toward Boyd, who was looking him over as if to check for any changes. Glittery skin or a tail perhaps. Stiles was amused because he wasdifferent now, but only under his clothes were they — and his father — couldn’t see.

“Yeah,” he replied, grinning. “I’ve been learning for a while “

“You, magic?” Jackson scoffed, leaning against the wall. “The only—“

“Me, jackass” Stiles cut in, locating and drawing out streams of flour and black pepper from the pantry and dumping it on his head.

“Dude, that’s so awesome!” Scott exclaimed, coming over to fist bump him as Jackson coughed and sneezed, beating at his hair and clothes. Then Jackson stomped towards him so Stiles stopped him in his tracks just like he kept a pan of B- coffee cake from hitting the floor a week ago.

“Duuuude,” Scott said as Isaac and Erica laughed gleefully. Allison grinned, giving him a thumbs up.

Proud of his progress, he momentarily forgot the situation until he turned and saw Derek watching him with an intense, but unreadable expression. His stomach dropped, but he was still relieved that the subject had changed to his magic and he showed off a few more times, including cleaning up the mess he made. Even the now pristine and mobile Jackson was begrudgingly impressed.

He worked his way closer and closer to the door hoping that with a last good diversion he might even manage to escape (for now, anyway.)

Then Isaac had to ruin it, raising an eyebrow and smirking before asking about his “sneaking around like a weirdo” and wondering why he made a bunch of desserts for Derek in the first place.

Stiles froze, face flushing as he rambled about training exercises and then made up some tradition of potential emissaries leaving gifts for Alphas. He caused the alarm on his phone go off and then silenced it, saying he had to go.

Even with just his normal hearing the sound of laughter echoed as he fled.

When Stiles got home he distracted himself with a new game he hadn’t started yet, storming through the fantastical countryside and targeting particularly tall and smug-looking elves. A few hours later he saved his progress and took off his headphones, sighing and knocking his head against the couch cushions. He soon found himself back in the kitchen where he saw some texts and a bunch of group chat notifications when he took out his phone to check a recipe. He ignored the latter, but read the texts from Scott.

< r u okay? >

< do u likr derek?! >

< like >

< ?🤔🤯?! >

Groaning, he replied < can’t talk, abducted by aliens > as if he wasn’t thinking of a certain Sourwolf at that very moment. He added < (not really) > right after because this was Beacon Hills and then slid it back into his pocket.

His dad came down an hour later in his uniform, yawning as he got a sandwich from the fridge. He was two days into a week of night shifts and was still adjusting to the schedule.

“Hey, kiddo.”

Stiles saluted back and poured him the coffee he started when he heard movement upstairs. His dad thanked him, watching as he finely chopped a bunch of ginger and then added it and some sugar to a jar of water.

“What’s that?”

“A ‘ginger bug’. It’ll be a starter for ginger beer in a few days,” he replied, stirring and covering it with cheesecloth.

He received the patented Sheriff’s Eyebrow and rolled his eyes, explaining that there was negligible alcohol content if you drank it soon-ish or refrigerated it, especially without using extra yeast. None if you just added carbonation instead of letting it ferment.

“Like this one” he said, pointing to a bottle with seltzer and the lavender ginger syrup that he prepared already. His dad hummed dubiously.

“So what inspired all of this?” he asked, gesturing with tonight’s allotted brownie. “And why does everything have ginger? Not that I’m complaining.”

Stiles once again made up some excuses as he cleaned, this time about trying new hobbies and how ginger was supposed to help with focus.

“Uh-huh,” his dad said, giving him a knowing look and the “I’ve got my eye on you” motion. “Negligible.”

“Okaaay!”

His dad ruffled his hair and chuckled as he left. “Alright, I’m off. Be good!”

“I’ve got nothing better to do,” Stiles grumbled to himself.

Or so he thought until he went upstairs and found Derek in room.

“Heyyy, how's it going?” he asked after having a minor heart attack.

The look on Derek’s face could only be described as predatory and he swallowed, backing into the wall as 190 pounds of werewolf prowled towards him. Here it was, his somewhat deserved and unfairly attractive doom.

But instead of mangling him warm fingers circled his wrist and slowly brought it millimeters away from stubbled cheekbones and parted lips. Derek inhaled deeply and sighed.

“You know, I’ve always loved that smell. My uncle, Daniel, used to make these elaborate gingerbread houses full of ‘gingerwere’ cookies in different stages of shifting,” he said, shaking his head with a bittersweet smile. “But I kind of forgot about how much until I came back here.”

Derek let go, but stepped even closer, leaning in to nuzzle at his neck. Goosebumps rose in his wake and Stiles shivered when he spoke again, a now huskier voice pressed directly to his skin.

“And then there was this troublesome brat everywhere, smelling of locker rooms and lust. Cheetos and body spray and the usual things…” Derek's chest vibrated against his when he laughed. “But underneath all of that, his scent was like ginger and honey.”

Stiles moaned as Derek licked his throat, clutching at muscular arms and letting his head fall back in offering.

"Mmm, delicious...just like what you made for me. And now I'm thinking that maybe it’s not just aimless, rampaging hormones with you. That maybe you actually want something more." Derek drew back just enough to meet his eyes with a darkened, red-ringed gaze. "Do you want...something more...from me?"

Stiles surged forward with a wordless cry to meet him, possessive mouth hot and spicy-sweet and even better than his dreams.

"Yes," he breathed, hips jerking and becoming speechless again when Derek switched to trailing bruises down his neck and below.

It seemed like he was going to show off his tattoos after all.

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restlesscrybaby · 1 year

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Hi !

Hope you have / had a good day ?

I was curious about a scenario so I made an request

What about Jack's s/o who's trying to run away from him and was able to leave the town for a few days or hours before get caught ?

I'm not really used about doing an ask but I really love your content so I wanted to try :D

Thank you for the well wishes! I hope you have/had a good day / night! And thank you so much, it means so much that you guys love my content!!

I love this idea, let's goo!!

~ JACK HORNER X READER ~

-- RUNNING AWAY HEADCANONS. --

~ 'Leave all your loving and longing behind,' ~

☆ CONTENT WARNING : ☆

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You couldn't breathe.

Fire exploded in your lungs, like a madman, you felt like you couldn't breathe. Sweat poured down your face, down your body, your hair sticking to your face as your feet slammed against the ground, every step rocketing you forward more.

You wore a large midnight cloak, a button around your neck securing the loose piece of fabric. The cape behind you flailing desperately in the wind, your hood soon flopping off, after only a minute of staying on from the last time you pulled it up.

Your legs screamed in agony, the muscles tense and crying for help, burning echoed the bottoms of your feet, but you couldn't stop.

You wouldn't stop.

You ran.

That's what you did.

You ran, ran for your friends, for your family, for your animals, for your sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, mother, father. You ran for it all. You ran for their safety, your safety, your sanity. You ran from your home, your life, your hopes and dreams.

But, you didn't think of that.

You ran.

You halted, as leaves slid beneath you. You stood still now, as your legs trembled beneath the weight of your own body, as you glanced about. You needed water.

You were far.

Far from him.

Your knees buckled, your legs giving up on your own weight as you fell down onto your weary legs. You could only sit there, as you flopped onto your side.

The cold floor of leaves and dirt felt so nice against your scorching skin, your eyelids draped over your eyes.

You couldn't help it, your senses drifting,

Your body slowing down,

Your mind easing into a hum,

Your body caving into the fact it was tired.

Yet, you underestimated him.

Unicorns without horns reared their heads up, their tails swatting away some flies that collected around them. A poor baker sat, holding the reins of the horses, as they felt a certain weight enter the carriage.

That weight bringing down the carriage only slightly. You knew who it was.

Silence rang in the bakers ear, before a harsh demand escaped the lips of their boss.

And they cracked the reins, the unicorns rearing their upper body into the air, kicking their hooves around in an attempt to warn people to get out of their way. Their hooves slammed against the ground, as they began to bolt. Their horseshoes clattered against the ground, running in desperation to take Jack where they needed too.

The bigger man sat in the carriage, as he held the pink crystal that morphed into a foggy hue of disgusting colors, until it formed your image onto itself, like a projector.

There you were.

Laying on the floor of the woods, your knees curled up towards your chest, your head tucked in to your knees, small snores escaping your mouth, he could hear them.

Yet, he couldn't tell where you were.

God damn it.

It would take hours.

But, you soon woke up, only a moment later. You stretched out. Your legs kicking out, as the muscles stretched and pulled to relax. Your arms doing the same.

But, you soon used your hands, lifting yourself up off the dirty floor of the woods. Leaves coated one side of your body, as you dusted yourself off, so it wouldn't coat you anymore.

You stood up. Your wobbly legs pleaded for you not too, but you still did, you didn't care. You needed water. Your mouth was so dry, you could practically taste your need for some kind of refreshment.

Slow, tedious, steps. Maybe your legs wouldn't collapse underneath you.

You limped, but you found yourself approaching a beautiful stream. Some logs were dipped into the blue water, you could visibly see some fish gliding down the current, all kinds of fish.

You were so happy, you couldn't help it. You bolted towards the water, collapsing to your knees infront of the little dip that led you to paradise.

You cupped your hands together, out infront of you, as you slowly lowered them into the water. It felt wonderful. Cold. You were still hot, sticky now from sweat...

But. You lifted up a handful of water, as you brought it to your mouth. You brought your lips to the water you collected, curling them into a pucker. Sucking some of the water into your mouth, as quick as you could. This was the quickest way.

It hit you like a nice breeze. You could feel the cold travel down your throat towards your belly, goosebumps coating your arms as your tensed body slowly let go of itself.

You repeated, more and more,

You didn't just need water, you needed a bath.

You grabbed the backs of your shoes, needily ripping them off your feet. You tore off your socks, shoving them desperately into the throat of your shoes.

You undressed.

You hooked your thumbs onto the waistband of your pants and underwear, a quick motion allowing them to be dropped to your ankles. With desperation, you didn't even want to try to get the rest off.

You kicked one side off of your foot, doing the same with the other, swinging it towards a tree like a madman. Oh, cool air in good places.

Then, you popped off the one button on your cloak, the one that helped you hide when you slipped out that factory, where he kept you by his side constantly. You threw the large covering off, as it dropped and shielded off your shoes and socks from the outside world.

You used your hands, as you curled your fingers around the bottom hole of your top, only to tear off the thing hiding your chest.

( SKIP FOR MALE READERS! ) Your chest adorned a bra, that was now soaked in your own sweat, a yucky feeling. You didn't even think to try to unbutton it. But in a need, you grabbed the bottom band, only to tear your bra off. Dropping it onto the cloak. Oh, sweet relief. They could be free.

It felt so good. No longer drenched in sweat. I mean, it was better without being in clothes.

You brought your foot to the water, testing the temperature of the slow-moving stream.

Perfect.

It eased the ever-burning pain in your muscles from all your running.

You slipped your first leg in, the water was deep. Not too deep, but just right...

You carefully got your other leg in, as the cool sensation washed over you . It was like you never felt this ever before. Up to your hips, you were emerged in water.

You took a few more steps in.

It went up, past your belly button.

Oh, it felt wonderful. You couldn't even think of sitting down or anything just yet, just embracing the nice, refreshing water.

But, you must've lost track of time,

Could you hear the horses?

Cause here they come.

"Oh, Y/N! Goody. I knew I'd find you here." A sinister voice creaked out from behind you,

You could only snap your head back, in fear. Oh god.

It hit you like a bullet, you forgot he had a crystal ball.

"Do you really think you could get away from me?," He asked, as he dropped the pink ball into the bakers hand, "I mean, just REALLY?" He laughed, at you.

That's who he laughed at.

You.

No matter how far you run, no matter how long you run, no matter how far you hide, no matter how long you hide,

You. Can. NEVER. Get. Away.

~~~~~~~~~~

'You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.'

~~~~~~~~~~~~

ENJOYYY!!

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mischievouswritingblog · 1 year

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Prompt Fic: Rose Tinted Memories

Doing some writing practice with ficlets some prompts.

“Thank you for agreeing to help.”

-o-o-o-o-o-

“Thank you for agreeing to help.” Khadgar said, his voice was barely above a whisper. He could barely believe that his former master was standing at his side. That they would face Sargeras and the Legion together.

Fear rolled around in the Archmage’s stomach. Fear of failure, but also fear that this moment was just a dream. That, with a blink, Medivh wouldn’t be there and Khadgar would find himself alone.

Alone. Such a simple word that held so much weight and terror for Khadgar. He had been alone before, many times. He had lost so much, so many people over the years. One would think that he’d have gotten used to it, numb to it. But it still hurt now, just as much as it did when he plunged a dagger into Medivh’s chest all those years ago.

Medivh blinked. Khadgar’s words caught him a little off guard. He had been enjoying the relative silence with his former apprentice as they looked out at Azaroth from the Vindicaar. He had been so enamored with the breathtaking view of their world that he almost missed Khadgar’s words entirely.

Medivh had originally planned to leave after the defeat of Viz’aduum in the upper reaches of his tower home. He was ready to do it but that look Khadgar gave as he asked him to stay. Seeing him standing there, having come so far but still being the Young Trust, he knew under it all. Medivh’s feet were suddenly lead. He couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“I’m not sure how useful I’ll be. Your friend Turalyon says I’m a potential threat. He’s probably not wrong.” Medivh admitted.

The mention of Turalyon and the fight Khadgar had with him over Medivh made his stomach twist. His hold on Atiesh tightened a little, as they had thrown harsh words back and forth between them.

Lately, it had seemed like the universe had been giving some things back to Khadgar. Alleria and Turalyon were here. He had friends in his champions; he had Medivh back, of all things. Yet, everything was still ‘off’. Alleria and Turalyon, he cared about dearly, were very different from when they last saw each other. Both changed by void and light. Turalyon was much harsher, even allowing for his wife to be locked up by Xe’ra. Alleria was wrapped in the embrace of the void. She was colder, more venomous. Khadgar found himself worrying about her, for her sanity. She always had a mean streak. He remembered the times he used to butt heads with Alleria in the past. But this was different. This was much more dangerous.

Khadgar quietly mourned his friends all over again. That small part of himself that hoped against all hope that they’d be together again finally died. Khadgar had to wonder if the fond memories he had of them were truly real. Being there in their presence, listening to them as they spoke, memories bubbled up. Both the good and bad. Every argument he had with Alleria, his crush on Turalyon, and the pained disappointment when they became a pair. Khadgar still loved them, he still cared about them, but the three of them were more flawed than he cared to admit. He held on to his rose-tinted memories to help him get through the toughest times.

Now, that was all peeled away. Khadgar found his ironclad resolve start to waver.

“I’ve been living as a hermit for a long time.” Medivh spoke up, breaking Khadgar away from his thoughts. “Going out now and then for supplies, doing tasks for people in Darkshire. I would tell myself that it was a self-imposed punishment.” Medivh gave Khadgar a moment to let it all sink in. “I wanted to see you when I heard you had returned from Draenor…Or, ‘Outland’, as it’s known now. I even traveled all the way to Dalaran…”

The memory of that day was still fresh in Medivh’s mind. The feel of his hammering heart as he walked the streets of the mage city. The goosebumps that rose from his skin as he feared recognition, even with how unlikely it was. Disguise aside, his time was a good number of years ago. It was highly unlikely any civilian would have realized who he was, let alone a young student. Still, there may have been someone out there that could. The anxiety only grew with gradual over stimulation of everything Dalaran, from the magic flaunted about the markets to the crowds of civilians, students, and adventurers crept up on him.

It all boiled over, the moment he caught sight of Khadgar. He was being shown around the city by some eager students. He looked far older then, having a beard that went down to his knees. His hair was all grey, save for a thick streak of pure, bright white that Medivh recognized as Khadgar's signature Mullen stripe. It was him. It really was Khadgar, there and alive. Medivh's feet moved on their own, marching towards him. It took a minute for his mind to catch up with his body's actions. One of the students noticed him, eyeing him, and suddenly it all became too much. Medivh ducked into an alleyway before Khadgar could turn around to see him.

He couldn't do it. Medivh couldn't face him. So he fled.

“Honestly, I was just hiding from the world, and the repercussions of my crimes.” Medivh admitted to himself more than anything. It was a truth that needed to be said, that he needed to accept. “I separated my study from the rest of the tower, never realizing what was happening within it. That Moroes and my friends are still there, cursed and having to put up with demons and adventurers. Even now, I’m terrified of facing Sargeras, of the idea that he might…that I might…” Medivh didn’t finish. He looked down at one of his hands and found it trembling. Turalyon had raised the idea that Sargeras might try to use Medivh against them. As much as the magus didn’t want to admit it, it was a very real possibility. “I’m just a coward, Khadgar.”

“Then why did you stay?” Khadgar asked. There was no accusation in his voice.

Medivh slowly closed his trembling hand into a fist. “...I...don’t know. I was going to leave, but I couldn’t.”

“I’d like to think that if there’s one thing I understand, it’s you, Medivh.” Khadgar said with a weary smile. “You were never the type to simply do as you were told. Even back then, you fought Sargeras’ control as much as you could. I’m sure I would have been a pile of ashes if you hadn’t.” Khadgar’s smile grew more fond, he blinked and Medivh could see his eyes had begun to tear up. “I think the two of us standing here, together again, is proof of that.”

Medivh felt his face heat up. He broke eye contact with Khadgar and returned his gaze to Azaroth. “It was because you asked me to, Khadgar. I saw you there and for a moment, I saw that awkward lad the Kirin Tor threw at me.” Medivh felt his own eyes sting as it was their turn to tear up. “You’ve changed so much but you’re still ‘Young Trust’. You wanted me here and I couldn’t bring myself to say ‘no’ to you.”

Khadgar couldn’t help the blush that creeped its way into his face. He chewed lightly on his lower lip as he tried to pick out the words he wished to say.

“I’m afraid too, Medivh.” Khadgar admitted. “I’ve made so many mistakes as a leader and poor choices as a person. We’re both flawed and damaged people. But I can’t deny that I feel braver with you here, with me.” Khadgar took a chance, reached over, and took Medivh’s hand into his own. He threaded their fingers together. When Medivh gently squeezed back, he felt his heart flutter. “I don’t just want to defeat Sargeras, I want to come out of this alive with you.”

Medivh couldn’t help but smile a little. “I…wouldn’t mind leaving the tower more after this. Maybe…we could…? Ah…I…”

“I’d love to show you around Dalaran.” Khadgar said. “I know you never liked it, but there are excellent places to eat. There’s also a very famous bookshop there that has more of those steamy romance novels…”

“Dear light, you saw all of those?!” Medivh laughed halfway through the sentence.

“I’ve always known about your smut collection. I had to organize those too back when I was cleaning your library.”

Medivh’s face grew so hot, so fast that he felt a little lightheaded. His free hand rose up to cover his face. Laughter bubbled up from his chest and broke free. It was light, warm, and almost melodic. It brought a warmth to the room that Khadgar knew so well. At that moment, Medivh was lighter, more vibrant.

“Excuse me…” a familiar drawling voice spoke. Moroes had arrived, with broom and dustpan in hand. The ever loyal steward refused to let Khadgar and Medivh go off without him. Surprising them both in his ability to leave Karazhan’s tower. Moroes gestured both magi to step aside as he began to sweep up what Khadgar noticed were small, golden crystalline shards. “Honestly, you’d think people around here would know to sweep up random bits of glass. If this junk gets into their hooves, it’ll cause them all sorts of problems.”

Medivh’s brow furrowed as he stared at the collection of shards that were in Moroes’ dustpan. “Huh, so that’s what that occasional ‘crunch’ under my boots was…”

“Um, that’s…Khadgar paled as he realized quickly what Moroes was sweeping up. “...That’s not glass.”

Medivh looked to Khadgar, and then the realization hit him. “Oh, that’s the naru your moody purple friend blew up, isn’t it?”

“Y-yep…” Khadgar could hear tiny, disjointed tones coming from the shards.

“I don’t care what it is!” Moroes huffed. “It’s a mess, and it’s everywhere! Do your mage thing and help me clean.”

“Magic!? Oh no, I couldn’t! I’d never!” Medivh said as an impish smile spread across his face. “I seem to remember a certain someone telling me that magic didn’t belong with cleaning. That all you need is good old-fashioned elbow grease and--”

“Medivh.” Moroes’ voice was firm. He crossed his arms and gave the magus a firm look. “Enough of your sass or I’ll box you on your ears.”

“Yes, yes, Mother Hen…” Medivh said, his smile turning warmer. He had very much missed Moroes and was thankful to have him back. He raised both of his hands into the air and his fingers gave a loud, sharp ‘snap’.

Arcane crackled as mana flowed from Medivh and swirled in the air before shaping itself into multiple brooms. They floated off and went about sweeping and cleaning around the Vindicaar.

Khadgar would take whatever levity he could get. Being there with Moroes and Medivh was grounding. Something he needed for the trials to come, for when they finally faced Sargeras.

They would defeat him and get out of it alive, together. Khadgar didn’t need to hold on to rose-tinted memories to push him forward. There was so much to look forward to in the future.

-The End-

Fic can be found on AO3

#World of Warcraft #medivh #Khadgar #RavenTrust

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okay, new au for y’all that i haven’t seen but that i think it’s interesting:

c!slime trying to help c!tommy during exile. cause i remember that c!slime mentioned that he witnessed that. so what if he showed up around that time and hung around logstedshire with c!tommy, c!dream, and ghostbur?

(warnings: mentioned discrimination against hybrids and pretty much any tw you can Think of relating to the exile arc (physical and mental abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, eating disorders, suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, and probably many more that i can’t even think of atm). if i missed any tws, let me know!)

(this is about the characters)

hoo boy, here we go:

- slime showed up on like. the second day of exile and just. stayed there.

- dream couldn’t really do much. blades don’t do much against goo (the reason i feel like the lava took a life from slime is because. well. lava is sort of viewed as another good way to kill slimes quick, since using swords take while due to splitting). so slime got to stay.

- tommy somewhat appreciated it. he didn’t really know who this was or Why he was here, but he appreciated it nontheless.

- look i’ve got some Headcanons about the history between humans and hybrids. it ain’t great. slime Witnessed that history. he doesn’t know that most of the other server members are either hybrids or mobs-turned-Players. so when he and tommy talked a little, and slime tried to bring up how they were both “100% human,” tommy stopped him and said: “Oh, no no no, I’m a raccoon hybrid, Slime.” and that just. it disturbed slime. slime didn’t know dream wasn’t human either. the guy’s practically hidden from head to toe. but...slime’s lived through centuries of humans discriminating against hybrids and other mobs and have treated them horribly due to that simple reason. he basically believes that the reason that dream’s hurting tommy is because of the simple fact that he’s a hybrid.

- but...wait! dream thinks that he’s a human, right? (he doesn’t, it’s quite obvious that slime isn’t remotely human) so, if he can fool dream like this...then he can use his human disguise to help tommy! he could try to convince dream to let tommy go! to be nice at the very least!

- (he doesn’t know that it won’t do anything. he doesn’t know that it probably won’t make a difference. all he knows is that he can help now. he doesn’t have to just stand by now! he can actually do something!)

- he thinks that tommy is the only one in on his “secret.” (not a secret; it’s pretty obvious he’s a slime) after all, he’s in on tommy’s “secret,” right? (secret in question is that tommy’s a hybrid. which wasn’t a secret at all.)

- he’d always refer to tommy as “Tommyinnit From L’manberg.” it’d always make tommy smile and give him hope that he could go home. he appreciated it.

i’ll continue this tomorrow. this isn’t it; trust me.

#dsmp au #dsmp headcanons #(kind of)#c!tommy #c!slimecicle #c!dream #exile arc

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Sol, here's a question for you (to help keep your blog not completely dead /j): What's a song you think fits one of your twst oc ships (or multiple ships if you want!) the most?

THANK YOU FOR KEEPING MY BLOG ALIVE TARU (bc i am realizing just today that it is astro's bday and i skipped medi too so. Here we are.)

Medignis: Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (while they're together). Why this song? Because I can guarantee you that at some point, Meditrina accidentally spills everything she's ever felt to Ignis and she's crying by the end but his resolve is to make her feel like she's enough. He wants her to know that she is enough for him, no matter what!

Post breakup (future): Just a Dream by Nelly, it's mainly on Ignis's part because he is the one that caused their breakup due to how he changed in their third year. But by the time they're out in the real world, he regrets it more than anything and above all, he is desperate to know if she's moved on or found someone knew. She hasn't but he doesn't know it yet.

Irnyx: Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, BUT it's mainly on Onyx's part, which makes it all so much more ironic. The lyrics "I just want you to know who I am" literally apply to him because she was the one who changed his entire life. She was the one who didn't take pity on him and instead decided to do something about it. Afterwards, he realizes how much she loves him (albeit platonically) and he falls for her quite quickly to the point where every second spent with her is a good one, one where he slowly lets down his walls around her.

Coletitus: No Hay Nadie Mas by Sebastian Yatra (the Spanish version). This song is specifically for them because Colette was practically kicked out of her family's hearts and she ran away, finding Titus. While he knew that she was innocent, naive and afraid, something drew him to her and he wanted to stay by his side. And so, he abandoned his relentlessly flirty ways to stay with her. No matter how hard it got, no matter how many times she tried not to break down, he stayed by her side. He always reassured her and when the day came of him saying that he couldn't ever think of replacing her when she was the only one for him, she completely lost it.

Ivyvil: Some Day My Prince Will Come. This one is more complicated but Ivy always dreamed of being a pretty princess and being treated like one. However, at the sight of Vil, she realized that wasn't her dream anymore. She was the one that wanted to save him, to protect him, to shield him from the horrors of his own mind. She wanted to take him away from everything so he wouldn't beat himself up anymore. In the song, it's mainly about finding the "prince" (the true love) and once they meet, it means finally having a better life, one that's much happier. The same could apply for both of them: Vil finally gets someone who loves every part of him, even the dark parts and Ivy gets someone who is more than willing to help her be the best version she can be. So in a sense, the song could be for both of them.

Jamivy: You & I (Nobody in the World) by John Legend. She's the one constantly hyping him up snd telling him he looks good, giving him all sorts of little compliments, especially when she knows he feels down. He feels as though when he's with her, everything is possible and while she is a bit chaotic, he can't help but feel peace inside of him. She's always fussing over him to make sure he's in tiptop shape and it's in these moments--when her eyes are worried about him instead of vice versa, like he always does--that he feels like there's no one else in the world but them.

Ivytrey: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5. In every sense of the word, Ivy knows that, as much as he won't admit it, he wants to be taken care of. It's engrained in everyone and he'll constantly say he doesn't need to be taken care of, but she's insistent on it. Her insistence makes him realize how much she's sacrificed of herself over the years and as hyperactive as she is, as aggressively kind as she is, as much as she keeps a happy mask on, it's just that: a mask. He wants to take care of her, no matter how much it might be. To him, it's nothing at all. Compared to everyone else, he isn't anything special but the fact that she still goes after him is enough for him. He just wants to be her anchor, the one who grounds her and the one she can be truly vulnerable with.

#🪶.oc writing #the perfect healer: meditrina #the pretty dragon: ignis #the altering cyborg: onyx #the cold flower in the flames: iris #the elegant princess: colette #the itinerant knight: titus #the poisonous anarchist: ivy #i'm gonna be honest i forgot some of their tags for a sec ITS BEEN THAT LONG #'why didn't you add sebastian' bc my brain fried up at the thought #BUT THIS WAS VV CUTE TO THINK ABOUT TY TARU #no thoughts only ivyvil actually being open with each other and showing each other their darker sides #and the other's like 'slay but you need to go out with a pretty outfit if you're gonna be evil'

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clapperboardtalk · 3 months

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HARBINGER DOWN (2015)

Get your harpoons ready for HARBINGER DOWN (2015)! ☠️

What's it all about?

Genre: Sci-fi Horror (think John Carpenter and tentacles!)

Runtime: 1 hour 22 minutes, short and sweet, no time to get seasick

Made in the USA 🇺🇸

The Plot:

A research team studying whales in the Bering Sea stumbles upon a frozen Soviet spaceship (talk about unexpected field research!)

Turns out, it's not empty. Oh no, it's full of a gooey, shape-shifting alien monster with a serious case of the munchies

Chaos ensues as the crew of the fishing boat "Harbinger" try to survive - think claustrophobic cabins, exploding fish guts, and enough body horror to make you hug your pillow

Memorable Scene:

The transformation scene! This practical effects monster goes from creepy blob to full-on tentacled nightmare in glorious detail. Prepare to squirm (and maybe applaud the amazing puppeteers)

Acting:

Lance Henriksen steals the show as the grumpy, seasoned captain. He's seen it all, even space goo, and his dry wit cuts through the tension like a harpoon through ice ⚓️

The rest of the cast holds their own, with believable panic and camaraderie in the face of an unknown threat

Cinematography:

The icy Bering Sea setting is bleak and beautiful, adding to the sense of isolation and vulnerability. You can practically feel the freezing wind whipping through your hair

The claustrophobic shots inside the boat build the tension, making you feel like you're trapped right there with the crew

Overall Reception:

Critics were divided, some praising the practical effects and creature design, while others found the plot predictable and the pacing slow.

But hey, what do they know? This is a movie for fans of classic sci-fi horror who appreciate a good monster and a healthy dose of gore.

Personal Rating :

Harbinger Down is a decent monster movie with its share of thrills and chills. The excellent practical effects, Camille and Henriksen's strong performance, and the atmospheric setting make it worth a watch for die-hard sci-fi horror fans. However, the mediocre supporting cast, obvious budget limitations, and predictable plot hold it back from greatness. It's a fun B-movie ride with some genuinely creepy moments, but ultimately, it's an average film that's easily forgotten once the credits roll.

Bonus Trivia:

Not many people know this, but HARBINGER DOWN was actually funded by a successful Kickstarter campaign! Talk about taking matters into your own slimy hands

So, if you're looking for a chilling sci-fi adventure with gooey monsters, witty one-liners, and enough tentacles to fill a Kraken's dream, dive into HARBINGER DOWN! Just remember, never trust a frozen spaceship...

Don't forget to reblog and tell me what you think! Did the monster give you nightmares? Did you side with the captain? Let's chat!

#horror #scifi #bmovie #practicaleffects #tentacles #alaskagothgoth #johncarpenterwouldapprove #monstermash #grabfyourcrabs

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sizzlingtigerglitter · 4 months

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Perseverance: The Duct Tape of Dreams – How to Stick it Out Until You Win

Ah, perseverance. That glorious word that sounds so inspiring in commencement speeches and motivational posters, yet feels suspiciously like chewing gravel when you're stuck in a creative rut or staring down a seemingly insurmountable to-do list.

Don't get me wrong, I'm all for chasing your dreams with the ferocity of a squirrel after a particularly plump acorn. But let's be honest, the path to success is rarely paved with rose petals and unicorn sprinkles. More often, it's a pothole-ridden highway decorated with flat tires, existential dread, and the occasional rogue banana peel.

So, how do we persevere when the going gets, well, not-so-good? How do we channel our inner Rocky Balboa and punch through life's metaphorical Adrian? Fear not, weary dreamers, for I come bearing gifts: the comedically absurd yet surprisingly practical guide to sticking it out like nobody's business. better focus and concentration

Step 1: Embrace the Inner MacGyver (Because Duct Tape Fixes Everything, Right?)

Imagine your goal as a magnificent spaceship destined for the glittering nebula of achievement. You've got the blueprints, the engine humming, and enough ambition to fuel a SpaceX launch. But then, BAM! Reality throws a cosmic wrench in your plans. The engine sputters, the navigation system goes haywire, and you're left floating in the void, feeling about as useful as a chocolate teapot in a space vacuum.

This, my friends, is where the MacGyver in you steps in. Duct tape (figuratively, of course, unless you're actually building a spaceship in your garage – no judgment) becomes your weapon of choice. You use creativity, resourcefulness, and a healthy dose of self-deprecating humor to patch up the leaks, reroute the circuits, and keep your dream spaceship (or career, or relationship, or whatever your metaphorical vehicle may be) hurtling towards its destination.

Remember, sometimes the most ingenious solutions come from the most ridiculous places. So, channel your inner inventor, embrace the absurd, and don't be afraid to get a little (or a lot) goofy in the pursuit of your goals. After all, who says saving the world (or at least your sanity) can't be hilarious?

Step 2: Befriend the Phoenix Within (Rise from the Ashes, Baby!)

Life has a knack for throwing metaphorical flamingos at your face just when you think you've got things under control. A project flops, a relationship fizzles, and suddenly you're curled up in the fetal position, convinced you've peaked at "unemployed couch potato."

But here's the thing: setbacks are like spicy wings – they burn going down, but they leave you wanting more (of success, not wings, unless you're really into that sort of thing). They're opportunities to learn, to adapt, and to rise from the ashes like a magnificent, slightly singed phoenix.

So, next time you face a flaming flamingo (or metaphor of your choice), don't wallow in the ashes. Dust yourself off, channel your inner Beyoncé, and strut your way out of the metaphorical fire. Remember, every setback is just a push-up for your soul, making you stronger, wiser, and even more fabulous in the process.

Step 3: Weaponize Self-Deprecating Humor (Laugh in the Face of Failure, Then Punch it in the Nose)

Let's face it, sometimes the only way to deal with the absurdity of life is to laugh at it. And what better target for your comedic barbs than your own glorious failures? Self-deprecating humor is the ultimate underdog superpower. It disarms negativity, diffuses tension, and reminds you (and everyone else) that you're not taking yourself too seriously.

So, go ahead, crack jokes about your failed soufflé, your disastrous haircut, or your inability to parallel park without hitting a mailbox. Own your imperfections, laugh at your stumbles, and let the world know you're okay with not being perfect. After all, who wants to hang out with someone who takes themselves too seriously anyway? Plus, a good laugh is a great stress reliever, which can give you the mental boost you need to keep pushing forward.

Step 4: Remember, You're Not Alone in the Circus of Dreams (We're All Clowns, Just in Different Costumes)

The road to success is a crowded highway, filled with fellow dreamers juggling flaming chainsaws, riding unicycles on tightropes

#success #motivation #business #self care #gym #job interview #jobsearch #online #study motivation #lamborghini #stay focused #perseverance #strong #goals #concentration

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337.

What is your current favorite song? Wellerman by Nathan Evans.

Do you develop severe withdrawal symptoms when you're weening off medicine? It depends on the medicine. I have done with some anti-depressants but other medication has been fine.

What are three of your favorite songs to sing? Mr Brightside - The Killers Iris - Goo Goo Dolls Jolene - Dolly Parton

Have you been outside today? Yeah, I walked the dog this morning, then went to feed Monty this afternoon before going to get some groceries.

If you had to move to another country, where would you move? Canada or Australia.

What color are your Converse? I have the classic black and white ones.

What color is your laptop? Silver with black keys.

What electronic gadget would you like to get next that you don't already have? The laptop will need replacing at some point in the next few years. It works fine but the battery is awful now.

Do you take a lot of pictures? Yeah, of the animals I care for at work, my own pets and nature/scenery stuff.

What is your favorite ride at the fair? Ferris wheels and the waltzers.

Have you ever made sand art at the fair? I have no idea what that is, so I‘m gonna assume we don’t have it here.

Would you ever marry someone who was lower class? Of course. Idid, really.

Do you have an afghan? No.

What color is your recliner? We don’t have one of those. Our sofa is grey, though.

Do you have a balcony? Nope. I would absolutely LOVE to have one though. My dream would be to be able to sit on the balcony with a coffee in the mornings. For now I have to sit in the garden and it’s not quite the same.

Who do you write letters to the most? I don’t write letters often.

Do you share your diary with anyone, or does no one ever read it but you? Nobody IRL knows I have a blog, but all you lot read it.

Are you jealous of anyone, even mildly? If so, who? Not really. I get more envious than jealous.

What color are your favorite shorts? Black.

Is there a guy you wish you hadn't let slip away? No.

Favorite magazine? I don’t read magazines anymore.

Have you ever done a craft you saw in a magazine? Maybe as a little kid, yeah. Have you ever made a recipe you found in a magazine? Yeah. I remember finding a recipe for chocolate soup in a magazine as a kid and insisting my mum make it, lol. It wasn’t as good as it looked, hahah.

Have you ever written to an advice columnist? Nope.

Do you think you would make a good advice columnist? Probably - I’m quite good with advice but I can be quite blunt which might not go down so well, haha.

Which do you prefer: English or math? English, for sure.

What color shirt brings out the color in your eyes? I have no idea.

Which store do you want to win a shopping spree at? Pick up to 3. Booths, Fat Face, H&M.

Are you jealous of someone who has more money than you? No. What color is your teddy bear? He’s pale brown/cream.

Who is a singer that has given you chills? Jeff Buckley.

Do you watch America's Got Talent? Nope.

Do you think you could win America's Got Talent? No.

What act would you perform in a talent show? I have no idea, dog training or something like that, maybe.

What area are you the most gifted in, do you think? Working with animals, for sure.

Have you ever practiced yoga? No, it doesn’t really appeal to me at all.

Do you find handstands scary? Not scary as such, but I really badly sprained my thumb doing a handstand as a little kid so I’ve never tried them since (apart from underwater) lol.

Do you think babies are cute or scary? Both, lol.

What is your favorite thing to buy at the Farmer's Market? Salami or fancy cheese, bread and olives.

Do you eat dessert every day? Not an actual dessert, but something sweet, yeah.

Do you get carsickness? Yeah, especially if I have to sit in the backseat or if I try to read or something like that.

What color is the rim of your full-length mirror? It doesn’t have one, actually.

Who do you have a crush on at the moment? My husband? lol.

Did your Barbies get crushes on each other and go on dates? Nah, I never really played much with barbies.

Did you ever play church with your dolls? No.

What was the name of your first imaginary friend? Rosie.

What is your state's bird (if you live in the US)? I don’t live in the States.

Which style of wedding dress is your favorite? Mine was short and cute.

What's a good boy's name that starts with the same letter as yours? Nicholas.

Have you ever wondered what "Better in Stereo" means? I can’t say that I have.

Do you sing into your hairbrush? I mean, I did as a teenager but not recently lol.

Green or red? Red.

Forgiveness or revenge? Forgiveness.

Do you wish on stars? I don’t. I like staring at them, though.

Do you enjoy editing videos? I do not.

Do you enjoy editing photos? I wouldn’t say I enjoy it, but I do it for work.

What photo editing site do you use, if any? Canva or just Instagram.

Do you have photoshop? No. Do you use iMovie? Nope. What is something you enjoy doing? Cuddling with my animals.

Do you pray a lot? No.

Do you cry out to God in desperation frequently? I’m not religious and this survey is reaaally boring lol.

Does your make-up stay on when you cry? No.

Do you want to be friends with someone who doesn't feel the same? No.

Were your favorite celebrities when you were growing up the same age as you? No, generally anywhere between 5-15 years older.

If you had a twin sister, what would she be named? Who knows.

What is your birth order in the family? I’m the only child.

If you gave birth, do you think you would want it filmed? No.

Are you a woman? Yes.

#survey #surveys

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