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prettyrealm · 1 month

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how do the newjeans members see danielle?

minji - minji thinks danielle is boy crazy - it’s definitely one of her main focuses. it may even be to the point that she’s a fan girl of other celebrities (like when they’re at events danielle may aways be pointing out how cute guys are or she loves showing pics of cute guys/celebrities on her phone to her). she also thinks danielle is super energetic - in a sense that it’s easy for her to be “on” or act cheerful whenever need be (she can get up early and stay up late sort of thing). if they’re on a vacation and everyone’s tired, danielle is the type to say “noooo, I wanna explore more!”. minji also thinks danielle is the type to do or say nice things for attention/to make herself look good, like she’ll dish out plenty of compliments but only because she wants people to say things like “isn’t danielle so charming and sweet?”, “doesn’t danielle just have such a great energy to her?” (this just how minji sees it, and she thinks she sees right through her in this sense). minji definitely feels a cultural gap between her and danielle (maybe danielle talks in english a lot behind the scenes or has a lot of english speaking friends - she doesn’t feel as korean), this isn’t necessarily bad, but it’s definitely noticeable and I think minji actually likes this because she feels like she’s made a foreign friend. she feels danielle opens her up to a wider worldview and has shown her a lot, but at the same time she does think danielle is “a lot” and definitely more to the intense side so she thinks it can be good to have breaks from her.

hanni - she thinks danielle was a good addition to the group overall. she thinks danielle boosts morale, is a good person, is someone you can do fun things with and she thinks communication between them flows really easily. on the other hand, hanni thinks danielle is naturally a very bossy person, maybe subconsciously, meaning she can tell danielle doesn’t necessarily realize how pushy she’s being. very “my way or the highway” energy. hanni thinks danielle always seems to get what she wants even if she herself doesn’t realize it. she thinks danielle is an intense person and like a bit of a bulldozer at times, sort of like she can’t really see anything but herself, for example she could be pretty bad at reading the room at times (everyone is feeling a mellow vibe but danielle is more excited and trying to start a conversation with you when you don’t feel like talking). she thinks danielle tries a lot, but naturally isn’t a very considerate person (like hanni could be upset about an article or hate comment and danielle is just like, “nooo don’t be sad. anyway guess what i did yesterday.”). hanni thinks danielle can be a bit of a bad listener, failing to pick up on hints people are dropping, say you’re too tired to watch a movie with her, danielle will keep pushing like “nooo what! but it’ll be so much fun! 😄” and now you’re up late watching a movie with her and have to get up with only 3 hours of sleep.

haerin - haerin also agrees that danielle is pretty boy crazy. she also finds danielle vapid and phony, I think haerin also picks up on what minji does where danielle is nice because she wants people to say good things about her and not because she feels a genuine need to be kindhearted (the disingenuous compliments), but she has a more negative opinion on it and can’t really see the positive side to this personality trait so to speak. she thinks danielle is very intense to the point that it overwhelms her a lot, she sees her as 0-100 and doesn’t see why danielle can’t just be in the middle. on top of this, she thinks danielle can’t let things go, for example, if danielle says something rude or mean unintentionally. like let’s say they’re out shopping and danielle sees a really ugly top, danielle will be like “hey look, you like weird stuff like that!” and when haerin is like “huh??”, danielle will apologize or address it then and there but also not let it go. haerin is the type to quickly move on from things like this and be like, “you know what don’t even worry about it” but then danielle will bring it up again later “hey tbh idk why you got mad at me before when you know i didn’t mean it” and haerin just doesn’t get this sort of intensity.

hyein - she sees danielle as someone with overall good intentions. she really appreciates her help and advice, even when danielle comes off like a know-it-all, it doesn’t bother her. she thinks danielle is super social and LOVES talking to people (that she’s very talkative in general). I do get though that hyein picks up on the same sort of accidental selfishness that hanni picks up on (“girl I don’t wanna watch the movie I wanna sleep!”). she sees danielle as a good and warm person and appreciates that she doesn’t want any negative vibes in the group and tries her best to keep that energy out, but at the same time, with danielle’s intensity, it’s not exactly peaceful being around her even when she’s at her best. she thinks danielle loves being famous and is super excited about it (she may even go to events and be like - “omg I can’t believe we’re here!!” hyein doesn’t seem like this at all, or is used to the fame so she gets surprised when she sees how starstruck danielle can get)

#tarot #kpop tarot #kpop readings #kpop #celebrity tarot reading #celebrity tarot #piano tarot #newjeans #newjeans tarot #minji #hyein #hanni #haerin #danielle

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astrobydalia · 2 years

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Relationship observations pt. III

I actually meant to post this on Valentines Day but overthinking and procrastination took over as usual ☺️✨

Relationship observations: pt. I and pt. II

Masterlist

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Juno in Aries people either get married quite young or they get married to someone younger or both things might occur

Juno in 1st house tho IS a big indicative of marring very young after having a love at first sight situation with the person

Also, Juno in Aries/1st house people will marry someone that is just like them in some way

Similar thing can happen if you have Juno in Leo/5th house, you guys just have very similar personalities and get along like buddies. You’ll definitely marry someone you’ll have lots of fun and laughs with

Venus-Chiron aspects indicates attracting third-party situations in relationships. It's not necessarily cheating (could be) but things along the lines of your partner being in a relationship when you meet them, falling for two people, etc.

I swear I’ve never seen Cancer and Taurus placements NOT ending up together

Mars in the 1st house synastry: honestly I really dislike this overlay. Yeah it creates great attraction blah blah but it’s honestly the most superficial overlay in my opinion cause it’ll only make you interested on how the other person presents themselves not wanting to look into deeper levels of their personality, which turns to be incredibly irritating in the long run. Not a good indicator for longevity in any connection.

Capricorn moon in the Juno persona chart indicates the marriage can feel a bit "serious" and maybe even traditional, could indicate unhappy marriage or a partner that is not emotionally expressive. This also indicates a marriage that is hard to break, I've seen this in people who felt the "obligation" to maintain the marriage for some reason

Eros is often interpreted as just a sexual asteroid but I've very much often observed that people end up committing to those who embody typical traits of their Eros sign which goes to show that Eros is also related to romantic/platonic attraction (just like in mythology) and not just sexual attraction

I've observed so so so many times Fire moons pairing up with Earth moons and these couples work surprisingly well together. Basically the earth moon calms down and grounds the fire moon and the fire moon person energizes and amuses the earth moon person. It's pretty cute.

I don’t know why people don’t talk about 2nd house synastry/heavy 2nd house in composite more often. 2nd house is significantly more common than 7th house in many long-term/married couples. This house literally represents stability and our sense of value, things we feel like are worth maintaining because of the value we give to them. Therefore 2nd house synastry or activated 2nd house in composite indicates you see potential of long-term stability in that relationship and you also value your connection together.

I don't think people talk about how commitment-phobic Scorpio/8th house Venus people can be a lot of times. They can be exactly what people think Aquarius Venus is. I’ve seen SOOOO many Scorpio/8th house venus people being super indulgent in their relationships like wanting an open relationship, avoiding labels, getting in on-and-off situatioships and even cheating sometimes. They are deep down very hedonistic and want to explore their sexuality. If they find someone they genuinely wanna settle with they'll be fiercely loyal, but they're not necessarily looking to get attached like that right off the bat cause they see love as giving someone the power to hurt you so a lot of times they just get into relationships to test the waters and if they find the love of their life great but if they don’t then they’re okay with just having a good time *wink wink*

People with moon in the 7th house are the type to dye their hair blond bc their crush likes blonde girls or stuff like that

Libra, Pisces, Cancer and Virgo placements are literally the ones who invented the "don't leave, we can try again and make it work" concept

Gemini risings will attract wealthy partners!!! Nobody talks about this enough but I swear I haven’t seen a single Gemini rising who didn’t have a wealthy partner/spouse. Their 7th house is ruled by Jupiter after all.

All Cardinal Venus people loooove the chase and those first stages in a relationship

Gemini Venus naives either date literal clones of the same type of person over and over again or they date people that are completely different from each other. No in-between

Libra Venus people think they have a type but deep down they don’t know what they want. One day you’ll see them date someone that is the exact opposite of what they previously described as their “perfect partner”

People with 8th house Venus/Mars are the type to make out with random people in clubs and parties just for the sake of it lol

Venus/Mars in Aquarius or aspecting Uranus will at least once in their life date someone who their family doesn't approve of

Aries moons engage in toxic and co-depandant relationships more than scorpio placements

I’ve noticed people with Venus in the 4th house end up with partners who have a very childish/immature energy either physically or mentally

It’s well-known that Juno persona chart talks about spouse but I’ve noticed it also represents how the marriage is from your pov

Everyone talks about Pluto but honestly natives with Moon-Saturn or Venus-Saturn or Saturn in the 7th house are the ones who will REALLY get themselves in very toxic, possessive and controlling relationships. (Saturn = authority, restrictions)

I’ve noticed Capricorn placements always end up falling for Virgos particularly

Something I’ve noticed about 8th house synastry that nobody talks about is that this overlay a lot of times comes with a whole deal of admiration. The planet person specially is able to easily see everything the house person is capable of (since this is the house of our inner power) and this can either be intimidating or threatening for the planet person or on the contrary it can cause literal fascination and admiration for the house person (this is where the infamous obsession comes from). When healthy, the planet person could really desire to lift up and empower the house person or the planet person feels more empowered around the house person or vice versa. When developed this overlay causes genuine devotion and loyalty in the couple

I personally believe natives with Moon-Pluto aspects belong with people who also have Moon-Pluto aspects in their own natal chart (romantically), otherwise they will feel very misunderstood and alone in their own intensity. Although this can be a double-edged sword too

Natives with Chiron in Libra/7th house are serial daters. The type to jump from one relationships to another in a matter of months. They’re usually loyal tho

Pay attention to PoF in the Juno persona chart, I’ve observed this sign/energy is bound to be significant in the chart of your fs

Capricorn Venus have this tendency to be condescending or patronizing with their loved ones, because in their mind they're just taking care of you

#astrology #astro #astro observations #astro notes #zodiac #ascendant #birth chart #gemini #moon signs #capricorn #synastry #composite rising #composite

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asterdbunny · 4 months

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Kousagi Tsukino

The brain rot shows no signs of stopping. Sailor Parallel Moon. I am adopting her bc I don’t like how her friends made fun of her eating sweets. I also redesigned her a bit bc her buns were bothering me, and I wasn’t too big on her overall design.

I don’t think Sailor Moon should be treated like Naruto or DBZ… it should have an ending. So Kousagi has no real reason to exist. Buuuuut I think it’ll be fun to write more Sailor Senshi goodness and have her explore different topics, like preteen/early teen life as a senshi, and the difficulties of needing to form your own opinions off of your own observations, and not just off what your parents told you.

Serenity is great, but there’s still plenty of knowledge she lacks. As Queen of the moon, her daughters should expand on alternatives — Chibiusa continuing the legacy of Sailor Moon and Kousagi being a traveling form of Kubo Hope so that all the Senshi have something to help guide them — a shooting star, as it were. I think it would also be cute for Kousagi to have Princess Serenity’s lost traits — ice skating and overall polite, Princess-like etiquette.

I’m an avid lover of the 90s anime soooo if I get some things wrong/innacurate I NO CARE.

[ID: Kousagi Tsukino, or Sailor Parallel Moon, ice skating. Her pale pink hair is pulled into a total of four buns, two to look like rabbit ears and the smaller buns under to look like fur tufts of the ears. In her buns are rabbit embellishments and jewels.

Her sailor uniform consists of the colors pink, blue, and yellow, with round, bouncy elbow pads and round shoulders. Blue ribbons adorn both her front and back.

She wields the Future Parallel Moon Scepter (name still pending) — the essence of the silver crystal powers it. On one end, a large crescent moon. Wings decorate the scepter.

End of ID]

#sailor moon #parallel sailor moon #Usagi Tsukino #fanart #asterdbunny #my art

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aclowntiny · 6 months

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Hiiiiiiiiii! So I have a new hyperfixation

And I'm thinking I totally need to know

Who in ateez is mlt to let you hypnotize them

Ngl hypnotizin your friends (or ur boyfriend) during some game nights or parties seems fun

Ooh interesting! One day late 😅 but a good Halloween post hehe

Most Likely to Let You Hypnotize Them

Most: San, Wooyoung, Hongjoong

Middle: Yunho, Jongho, Yeosang

Least: Seonghwa, Mingi

San is up for anything! He’s adventurous AND he trusts you. Naturally curious, once he hears about it San is eager to experience the sensation, if any, so he may even ask you about it. Preferably without the other members around though if you want to make any embarrassing requests! San isn’t a horror guy, so in his mind this would be much more fun to celebrate Halloween or get into creepy stuff than a haunted house or scary movie! Wooyoung is a lot like his bestie, very curious and up for a challenge. He trusts you too and kind of likes the whole ‘do what you want with me’ vibe! Would probably crack a tom of jokes like ‘ohhhh, what are you going to have me doooo?’ so feel free to shut him down and tell him he’s going to be doing the chicken dance soon! 😏 He also loves the theatrics, so he’ll want all the lights off and every bit of performance you both can put in! For a serious practice, he sure has you guys laughing! Hongjoong would also be down to try it- he’s curious, too, and always looking to explore different muses and ways people express themselves. Who knows, maybe the motions and sensations can inspire things in his mind! It’s also a way to get to know you and he wholeheartedly wants involvement in anything related to your passions, even if it means getting hypnotized! Hongjoong will likely also request it’s just between you two, though, because it is a more personal, vulnerable moment in his eyes.

Yunho is good-natured, so he’d probably laugh the first time you bring it up, then gape and say ‘oh, really?’ But when he sees how serious you are, sure, what the heck? He’s sitting down asking if you’re going to swing a watch in front of his eyes or make him look at swirly stuff. Probably while imitating the swirls in front of his eyes. ‘Wooooo!’ ‘Yunho, you have to be quiet!’ ‘Oh, sorry.’ It’s a fun time, you guys are both laughing by the end of the night and he probably asks you to teach him some new dance moves. Jongho is down, but sort of in the way of ‘prove to me this is real’. He’s very practical and grounded in reality, so without offending you he may be thinking hypnosis is some movie BS or that his mind is strong enough to resist! So it’s a challenge for him, one he’s shrugging and giving you a determined smile into as he sits down. He can’t keep a straight face as you stare deadpan into his eyes, bursting out laughing several times, but he really does want to see what it’s all about even if he just feels he’s watching a performance . After all, you’re his favorite person to watch! Yeosang is kind of similar to Jongho where he isn’t sure he believes it’ll work. He’ll make the most jokes and quips about what you’re going to make him do, but in the end he’ll try it without much actual reluctance. He probably also has questions about how you fell upon this interest in the first place because he’s never known any hypnotists before- not that that’s a huge shock! Probably the best at keeping serious and deadpan once he gets into it because he isn’t sure what to think lol.

Seonghwa is a little hesitant at first, probably asking some questions about if you can bring him back, but it’s just because he takes the art seriously. He’s the type who wants to believe, so it’s something potentially powerful in his mind. Once you assure him you won’t make him do anything bad or do anything to him per se, he sits down, eyes boring into yours so seriously. You may need to reassure him that it’s ok, but he can never say no to you, don’t worry! Mingi is so the type to talk tough when you bring it up, but when you sit him down to do it he’s like ‘Wait whoa what about-’ and then he has a bunch of questions. He’s sort of 50-50 on if he believes, but he doesn’t want to be wrong if he laughs it off so he asks questions on if it’s permanent or if he’s going to get haunted. In the past, he has mentioned being scared of demons and evil spirits, so things like hypnotism even if they aren’t as spiritual would probably elicit some concern. So he’ll want an education on what it really is and entails once he finds out you were serious.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #who in ateez #ask #anon #requested #1k party 🪅

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otaku553 · 8 months

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How goes the fma x albedo fic? I hope that doesn't sound pushy, I'm genuinely curious. And in that vein, do you have any little drabbles you may have written or want to write? Especially with your recent kny ocs/yourself and your siblings. That'd be super fun to read about! Your art AND your writing is so freaking good, the moment I see you've posted something new on your blog I'm clicking it so fast. Same with your ao3 account ❤️

Thank you for the kind words!!! Currently not working on any fics, since I just came out of 10 weeks of summer research where my days began at 8 am and ended at 9 pm for probably less than minimum wage hahaha (doing research is a Bit Sad but I get a whole month to relax before classes start again so thank goodness for that)

I do however!!! Have a lot of plans!!! If you’re interested you can read more below!

Plans include but are not limited to:

Finally working on Homuncular Nature again!! I definitely do have a lot of plans and cool scenes playing out in my head for the next chapter, it’ll just come down to when I actually put pen to paper (or stylus to iPad) to actually organize and write them all. The road block I think is that I have seen neither Albedo nor fmab very recently and all my concrete ideas are for around the 30 episode mark for fmab, the turning point with the first actual confrontation against father and the subsequent Briggs arc.

Rewriting Ten Thousand Maple Leaves! A lot of people have been very kind but I think I missed the mark with my first chapter to be honest. My writing has gotten a lot wordier and less succinct, which feels like I’m filling a chapter more with fluff and unnecessary description than actual content. I think I also dislike how I characterized Sanemi and how quickly Kazuha was willing to agree with things. Writing both of them is kind of a difficult challenge tbh! I think in rewriting it I want to give back to Kazuha more of his vagrant role in the games, where he is avoiding the law for reasons somewhat out of his control.

Ebisu siblings content! I think it might be fun to try having them interact with more of the canon characters in kny but I also think there’s some value in a complete sort of outsider point of view when inserting characters into a piece of media. I feel like whenever I see self inserts I see a lot of ocs making themselves indispensable and making meaningful relationships with existing characters that way and that’s totally valid! That’s a lot of what I do for crossovers as well. I think when it comes to my own ocs though, I want them to feel grounded in some form and the reality of it is that none of the characters I make based on myself or real people are that impressive or remarkable. But I also think there’s a lot of value in showing smaller scale things outside of the main interactions and plot to show that even though we aren’t remarkable, we still have our own meaningful connections and ideologies and stories :) in the end the Ebisu siblings are a lot more visual though so I may just continue making doodles and art without writing anything haha

Kirby & Meta Knight ageswap AU: I was mostly doing this on my ask-gikabi sideblog in short form comics, but I lost sight of what I wanted to do after making the discord and starting to interact with some of the people who followed it. I think a lot of people are inspired and have their own very cool ideas that I wanted to take into account but then eventually it was no longer my story or the story I wanted to tell, which is why I’m thinking of restarting it as a fic. This one is still in very rough idea stage though, I have honestly no clue how I’m even going to begin organizing it

Yanfei ace attorney crossover: this one’s just pure crack lmao I would definitely write it as crack taken seriously but I think this is fun to explore just for small ideas that pop up every now and then, i.e. yanfei is semi-immortal because she’s half adeptus so it would be Really Funny to me if she showed up in dgs era, got her attorney’s license, went into hiding after it became obvious that she wasn’t aging, and then re-emerged after rebranding herself as her own daughter or granddaughter. That, and I have a lot of fun imagining someone as pragmatic as yanfei trying to get through the sheer chaos of aa despite being otherworldly

Continuing winter weather advisory: I got to a really good point in that fic and was rereading it today like,,, damn I wrote that? And it would be fun to see where I planned on going with it so I do want to also try working on that a bit if I can

Kazuha & Kunikuzushi role swap au: this is something I posted about a Long While ago but it’s an idea I continue to be fascinated with :) I especially enjoy how these two characters could have had completely different roles and personalities depending on how their pasts happened (with wanderer being so nice and turning so bitter and kazuha growing up so spoiled (for lack of a better word) and turning out so weary and yet kind

Link click and mha crossover: this one is honestly just a very recent idea but I think it would be fun to make a drabble on how lightime photo studio would be able to continue operating even in another world and the trouble they might get into for illegal quirk usage and what using cheng xiaoshi’s powers in a world where being able to tell the future is canonically possible would entail

I have!! So many ideas!! And not enough time or motivation to actually write any of them most of the time :’)

But I’m very glad to hear that you enjoy them and look forward to my posts!! :D I really hope I can work on some of these over the last month of summer vacation that I have :)

#to this day I still get kind of freaked out when people compliment both my art and my writing #like wow!! thank you so much!!!!!! the art compliments I expect because I’ve been pretty bloated in my opinion on my own art since childhood #but the writing always comes as a surprise!#especially when people are like ‘oh I found you through your writing and found out your art is also good’ like WHAT #if anything I’m much more likely to be found for my art I feel like!!!#but thank you fr #people telling me my writing is actually good has done wonders for my confidence in classes for writing essays and such #and it really shows because when I’m less worried about how good my writing is and trying to make it sound good I get to devote a lot more #time and energy towards planning and figuring out ideas for what I want to write and my past few essays in humanities classes have done grea

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gurugirl · 10 months

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Okay queen G, where's our balancing act spoiler? You promised it today!! I'm waiting patiently like a good girl 😇

I was gonna share it later on but you've convinced me. Since you say you're being a good girl I'll give you the sneak peek early.

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sneak peek from chapter 3 (coming this thursday)

Harry’s hand smoothed down her hip to her thigh and stopped at the hem of her dress before he began pushing the material upward, “Is this okay?” He whispered against her skin.

Y/n nodded and put her hand over his, assisting him in pushing her dress up, “Yes.”

That was all he needed to have them both return to the state they’d been in before he saw the framed photo of her on her wedding day.

“Good. Then let’s turn this terrible movie off and get you naked.”

She remembered him telling her he’d brought some things. But what his small suitcase revealed was not expected, a vibrating wand, black bondage tape, 2 sets of cuffs, and various sizes of clamps. And a bottle of lube.

Harry explained everything to her as he kissed her gently and removed her clothes, “We don’t have to use any of this. But I thought it would be fun to try. I think you’ll like some of these. Have you ever been tied up?”

Y/n shook her head as she ran her fingers over the smooth tape, “No. How does this work?”

He plucked the roll from her hand and began to unwind the tape as he spoke, “This won’t stick to your skin, it only sticks to itself. But it’ll work nicely to bind you. It’s not as harsh as rope and it’s easy to come off.”

When he pulled the wand out of the little cloth bag it was in he handed it to her, “Lie flat and put this over yourself. Place it where it feels the best and whatever setting you like the most.”

Harry was slowly getting into his dom mode and Y/n could see it. He started off gently and slowly. Lots of kissing, touching, talking… he had her feeling comfortable and she trusted him. The way he slowly kissed her arms and her tits, lowering his wet lips to the heavy underside of her breasts and squeezing her nipples as he dipped over her tummy and praised her, “Fucking gorgeous. Hard to believe I got so lucky.”

But when he told her to lie flat on the bed something had shifted into a different gear. It was a minute transition but it was noticeable. He unwound the tape as he watched her do as she was told.

She was completely naked while he was still dressed, which made her feel very vulnerable, exposed. She clicked the wand on to its low setting and placed the head in a spot she knew she’d like. It did feel good. She was already a bit wet from the kissing and the gentle touches but it didn’t take long for her to begin seeping and coating the vibrating silicone bulb that was pressed against her.

Harry kneed up to the bed and pushed her thighs further apart so he could see her better, “Because you’re new to this you probably don��t have any kind of safe word in mind yet. So if you don’t like anything, just tell me. Say stop and I will. If you like all this we can think of something to use in lieu of just stop. But for now, we’re not going to get too much into that kind of roleplay so no or stop will work.”

He wanted to show her the things he liked. These were all easy introductions into the way he liked to play and if they were going to be seeing one another more he felt it was good to start her out like this. Give her a slow, soft launch so she could explore the things she liked too. He’d move it up a notch later on. For now, the debut into dom and sub-dynamics would be very delicate. Eventually, they’d both learn what she liked together, that is if she wanted to stick around.

She nodded her head and Harry leaned over her and took the wand from her hand, “Arms over your head,” she quickly moved her arms upward as he positioned the wand against her clit and used the bondage tape to secure it in place, wrapping the tape around the handle to the top of her thigh and keeping the vibrating bulb at her pussy to give her just enough stimulation.

He climbed up and pushed her over to her tummy, the wand still working its magic, and pulled her hands behind her back, “I’m going to bind your wrists together like this,” he showed her the position and paused to make sure she didn’t have any objections, “and then,” he pushed her legs up by their shins, her ankles and feet up, thighs down, “use the tape to bind your ankles too. Is this okay with you?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

“Ah ah ah… Yes who?” He chided.

She bit her lip and smiled, “Yes, Daddy.”

Harry gave her a swat to her bottom, “There you go. I’ll give you one pass. If you forget to address me properly again we’ll take a break while I spank your bottom red.”

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thelittlelostprincess333 · 4 months

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Something that never fails to make you horny?

Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

What is your favorite part of your body?

What do you wear to bed?

When was the first time you masturbated?

Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside or in public?

Do you own any sex toys? (Can we see it?)

Are you a squirter?

do you have extreme kinks?

What are your top 5 kinks

Okie dokie! First off, I loveeeee these unique questions!! Thank you so much for asking💕 Let’s get into it 😈

Something that never fails to make me horny

Wow…it’s actually difficult to choose because there are a lot of things that instantly make me drip. One of my favorites is the hand around the throat. Whether it’s slow and intentional or rough and commanding, I absolutely melt every time I get to wear a pretty hand necklace. The surprise corrective hand necklaces are my favorite🤭

Have you ever tasted yourself?

Yes, I adore tasting myself just because I genuinely enjoy the taste and scent of my own pheromones. I take a few extra measures to ensure I am extra sweet down there so it’s just an extra reward when paired with the fact that I can also drink my own sweet milk from my udders while edging. Truly the Land of Milk & Honey

What is your favorite part of your body?

Haha, weird little tidbit about me…my favorite body part used to be my collarbone. I was obsessed with how defined and artistic it looked.

Now…I’d have to say my tiddies. I used to feel really self conscious about them because they were so much bigger than everyone else’s in school. I felt not as pretty because they sagged a bit and weren’t those perfectly round perky bimbo tiddies. But now, I adore them because they are so soft and squishy and milky and constantly getting bigger. They’re beautiful😍

What do you wear to bed?

What Marilyn Monroe wore to bed…my jewelry and nothing else. My personal jewelry for bed include Master Wolf’s training collar, my wolf necklace with my keys, and maybe some earrings

When was the first time you masturbated?

Oh my goodness, I remember being curious about what p0rn was but not really knowing so I googled it. I found a somewhat popular site and started watching happy ending massages. I happened to watch one where the woman was being massaged and learned what to do from there.

When was the last time you had sex outside/in public?

Well, the last time I had sex outside was a few months ago bent over the hood of my car outside my parents’ house. It was around midnight and I had gone outside to “meditate”. 🍃💨 My ex came by to see me and one thing led to another. It was a really unique experience though because it was out in the country and you see all the stars, hear the owls and night creatures, feel the chill of the wind. I definitely want to have more outdoor experiences…just not with an ex😅

In public, I think the most fun one was when I gave this incredibly sloppy toppy to a guy I had a crush on at an amusement park that we went to sing at. We snuck into the family bathroom and I went to town. I could hear the screams and laughter and rides all around while he fucked my face. That was one of my first kinky experiences too so it’ll always hold a special place in my little slut heart.

Do you own any sex toys? Can we see them?

If you had asked me this 8 months ago, I would have had to say no. Before I got back on tumblr, I had been in a situation where I wasn’t free to explore my sexuality at all. No sex toys, no kinks and fetishes, no promiscuity of all kind. Fast forward to now…I have a treasure trove of toys and outfits that continues to expand all thanks to my wonderful Master Wolf and his encouragement for me to embrace my true slutty nature. This is only the beginning of what I hope will become quite the collection!!💕

Are you a squirter?

Yes, I most certainly am!! I actually wasn’t sure how good I was at squirting, but I learned during my Birthday Trip with Master Wolf that I am most certainly a squirter. I adore the feeling and especially love getting to that point with my Domi vibrator by fucking myself with it.

Do you have any extreme kinks?

That’s a tough question. I’m still learning what “extreme kinks” are because I always explored without putting labels to anything I saw. I’m finding out that yes, I do have quite a few extreme kinks. I’m very big on exploration and the artistic elements of kink anyways so I don’t like to limit myself much on what I may be able to experience in this space.

What are your top 5 kinks?

To be fair, these tend to change weekly if not daily as I explore more and learn about more fun ways to play.

Currently,

1. Master/slave dynamic

2. Somno/Intox play

3. Urolagnia (iyktyk)

4. Orgasm Denial

5. All things Anal💕

Conclusion

I hope you enjoy my responses. This was so much fun to respond to so feel free to send any questions anytime! Also…Feel free to send me a golden star if you liked the answers (praise kink, anyone?) 🌟

Love ya byeeeeeee💕

#naughty asks #ask me questions #anon asks #dms open

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khaylin27 · 1 year

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You're a What!?

Part 1 of DODGERS VS PHILLIES BABY!!!

Pairing: Miles Teller x Fem!Reader

Summary: What if Miles Teller dated someone who was a Dodger fan instead of a Phillies fan?

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, Miles being drunk, So many baseball references, Dodgers v.s. Phillies lol

Word Count: 1893

A/N: BEFORE Y'ALL COME AT ME, I respect Miles and Keleigh's relationship and marriage. THEY ARE RELATIONSHIP GOALS!!!! I wanted to write this because I love Miles and baseball. If you feel this isn't for you, please don't read it.

You met Miles not too long ago at a mutual friend's wedding in Philadelphia. He was one of the groom's friends and you were the bride's friend so you guys were ironically sitting at the same table.

You knew who he was because of his recent movie Top Gun Maverick but you were shy to say anything as he was drunk and dancing to Single Ladies by Beyoncé. So instead you decided to watch the Dodgers v.s. Angels game at your table while everybody danced.

As Max Muncy was up to bat, you suddenly got disturbed by a very drunk Miles Teller sipping another glass of whiskey. "Aren't you a little bit too drunk right now to be drinking some more?" You ask as your focus was now on Miles instead of the game.

"Maybe just a tiny bit but I'm sobered up now because you're talking to me." His flirty comment made your cheeks slightly red as he moves right next to you. "What are you watching there?"

"Umm the Dodgers v.s. Angels game. I've been a big baseball fan since I was little, especially for the Dodgers." As you said that you see that Max Muncy hits a home run and the Dodgers win. "OH MY GOODNESS. WE WON!!!" You shout out with happiness while Miles covers his ears. "Sorry for being loud."

"It's okay. I like a girl who's very passionate, especially about baseball. I'm the same way too. " He winks as he says that. "I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Miles, Miles Teller."

"And I'm James, James Bond." You both laugh at your response. "Just kidding. My name is Y/N L/N. I'm a friend of the bride."

"It's nice to meet you Y/N. I'm a friend of the groom but hopefully, I can be more than just a friend to you." He smirks at you as your cheeks were turning bright red. "Is it possible to get your phone number?"

"Well, I would give you my number but I don't think it's worth it considering how drunk you are. You might forget me." You laugh at the end because after tonight he might forget you ever existed.

"Sugar, I won't be able to forget a pretty face like you getting so excited about baseball." You're writing your number on a napkin as he says that and put it in his coat pocket.

"That's my number. If you don't forget about me, text me and we can go on a date." You say as you get your stuff to go say goodbye to the newlyweds. Leaving Miles at the table smiling happily as you leave.

The Next Day

You were asleep in the hotel bed until you hear your phone buzzing nonstop. At first, you thought it was your manager texting you for an upcoming project but to your surprise, it was someone else.

UNKNOWN: Hey sugar! I don’t know if you remember me from last night but I remember you ;)

YOU: Ahh so you didn’t forget about me, Miles. I feel touched 🥹

MILES: How can I forget a beautiful woman like you that passionately loves baseball?

YOU: You remember that too, I guess I left an impression on you. Are you hungover right now?

MILES: Yes you left a very good impression last night. And yes I am VERY hungover *sends pic

YOU: Aww so sorry for that bud. Wish I can help but your actions do have consequences. You drank too much and now you have a hangover.

MILES: It’s nothing that I’m not used to. It’ll go away once the medicine kicks in. What are your plans today?

YOU: Nothing really. This might be the only time I have free time so I’ll probably explore Philadelphia. I’d never been here before until I got invited to the wedding.

MILES: Oh that sounds fun but if you want I have Behind the Plate tickets to the Phillies tonight. Wanna come?

YOU: Ooh you got me at Behind the Plate tickets. Who are they playing against?

MILES: The LA Dodgers. Why?

YOU: Oh no reason :) What time do I have to be there?

MILES: We have to be there by 5 pm. So I’ll come to your hotel by 4:30 pm cause your hotel is close to the stadium.

YOU: WOW! How do you know I’m staying at a hotel?

MILES: I might have asked my friend where you were staying at 🫣

YOU: Wow 😅 you really think you have a chance with me?

MILES: Yep cause we both love baseball 😉 and I like you.

YOU: Is this considered our first date?

MILES: It can be our first date ;) Hey, I’ll text you when I’m at your hotel. I have to get ready.

YOU: Okay, talk to you later.

Hours Later

A couple hours later and now you’re heading down the hotel lobby. You see Miles wearing a red Phillies hat with a Phillies jersey. The Dodger fan in you was kinda disgusted but you didn’t want to say anything. This was considered your “first date.”

He hugs you. “Hey beautiful. You look amazing.” You were wearing a simple black romper but it made you look amazing. But there was one thing Miles didn’t like and it was the blue Dodger hat that was on your head. “Except I don’t like that hat.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble hot stuff but this girl is from LA and loves her Dodger blue.” You smile at him and comment back at him. “I also don’t like yours either.”

“I didn't know you were a Dodgers fan!?"

"If you weren't too drunk last night then maybe you would've remembered me saying that I've been a Dodgers fan since I was little." You laugh a little because he totally forgot you said that last night.

"Is that why you asked me what team the Phillies were playing today?” He asks as you guys walk into the limousine.

“Of course! If they were against someone else I wouldn’t have come. I’m loyal to my boys in dodger blue.” You smile at him. “You’re very lucky to have met me at the right time or else you would’ve lost me.”

In The Car

As you were heading to the stadium you guys started to get to know each other. He was born and raised in Philadelphia and perused acting. For you, you were born and raised in LA and perused being an influencer on social media. The conversation was very good and you got to know him a little more until you reached the stadium.

“Hey Y/N. I think we should hold hands. There’s going to be a lot of paparazzi and you might get lost.” He suggests as the limousine had stopped.

“Are you asking me because you’re worried or you just wanna hold my hand?” You ask with a smile as he smirks back.

Miles gets out of the car first and holds your hand as you get out of the car. He was right about the paparazzi, there were a lot and you were a little bit anxious. But when Miles was holding your hand it was calming to you and you got to your seats safely.

“Hey, thanks for holding my hand. I was feeling a little anxious back there with all that paparazzi but you calmed me down.” You sincerely thank him and he smiles.

“I’m glad that I helped. There’s going to be a lot of that today since I’m an actor and you're an influencer. But I’m going to be here for you.” You smile back at him. “Is it just me or are you hungry?”

“I’m kinda hungry too."

"I’ll ask a staff member to get us some Philly cheesesteaks. It’s a staple to have in Philadelphia and since it’s your first time you need to get it!” He says as he calls a staff member to get us some cheesesteaks.

Once he’s done talking to the staff member you ask him a question. “So who do you think is gonna win tonight?”

“I gotta go with my team. We got Harper and Schwarber!” He say’s excitedly. “You think your team is gonna win?”

“I for sure think my team is gonna win! We have Betts and Muncy.” You say with so much confidence to him.

Your Philly cheesesteaks come on time and you both open them. It smells so good but the taste is! Was so good!! “OH MY GOODNESS!! This is so good!!! How did I live my life not trying this!?”

“That’s what happens when you're a Dodger fan sugar. All you have is hot dogs.” Miles says.

“That’s not true. We have some BOMB tacos every Tuesday.” You say as you eat your cheesesteak.

Once you guys finish your cheesesteaks Miles makes you a deal. “Hey Y/N you wanna make a deal?”

You were now curious, “what type of deal?”

“I know you live in LA and I currently live here. I don’t want this to end. If the Phillies win tonight, this doesn’t end and we get to keep talking. Even though we live far away from each other.” Miles suggests.

“And what if the Dodgers win?” You ask with a smirk on your face.

“That’s up to you then. But I have much faith in my team that they’re gonna win.” He smiles as the game starts.

Bottom of 9th Inning

It was the bottom of the 9th inning. You guys were both anxious for different reasons.

You were anxious because the Dodgers were winning 4 to 3. Since it was the bottom inning, the Phillies were batting because they were the home team. If someone from the Phillies magically got two runs that would mean Miles would win his bet.

Miles was very anxious too. The Phillies need two more runs and they would win. Except there were two outs and if one more batter got out it would be over.

This was a make-it-or-break-it moment. If this batter gets out it’s game over, but if he hits a run the Phillies still have a chance. As Julio Urías was pitching the last pitch to determine it the umpire declares it as an out.

THE DODGERS HAVE WON!!! All Dodger fans at the stadium we cheering with joy because they won. Miles however wasn’t.

He lost his bet with Y/N and that meant he might never see her again. “OMG MILES!!! WE WON!!! WE WON!!!”

“Congrats to guys I guess?” He says with a sad smile.

You can tell he was sad. He really thought his team was gonna win. “Hey don’t be so sad? Cheer up hot stuff.” You say with a little smile.

“Why would I cheer up. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to see you again.” As he says that you put your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately.

You pull away and ask with a smile, “Does that answer your question hot stuff?”

“That most definitely does sugar.” He kisses you again but this time it gets caught on the Phillies kiss cam.

And this was just the beginning of their relationship and their feud with the Dodgers and Phillies.

A/N: OMG THE FIRST CHAPTER! Hope y'all liked it.

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socialprawn · 6 months

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OUGH. That design for the tremere is kind of mid but tbh it just. Looks like a design from a modern game. I think part of what makes the original vtmb the way it is is because it is so much a product of its time. It was based on lore and books from revised edition vtm (1998) so it was already a bit lagging in terms of aesthetic and ideologies, and it has that intense 90s/2000s feeling to it. I also read an interview with the composer Rik Schaffer and he said that he couldn’t have made that soundtrack at any other point in his life. I’m sure whatever he’s doing for the sequel will be different but amazing, but again, it’s been 20 years, you know? It’s all different.

I just wanted to weigh in and say that it’s unrealistic for people to think a game from the 2020s is ever going to feel the same, I guess. These people who are like ugh they should just SCRAP IT are wild to me. That’s so much work and care and time put into a project that would go to waste! We don’t know what it will be like in the end. It’s set in a different place and time, and I don’t know if they’re keeping it in revised’s lore and setting overall or if this is fifth edition vtm, but either way- some people who liked vtmb are going to hate it. And that’s okay tbh! as someone who loves both vtm as a ttrpg and vtmb, I’m just hopeful that it’ll be fun.

In my head I'm mostly thinking... VTMB1 exists so I can just enjoy it over and over again. If something exists that will make other ppls happy then who am I to say anything :V

However, as a very loyal VTMB fan, I feel like I can criticize the long awaited sequel by the fact that is not living up to its counterpart. I feel like the aesthetics & roleplay elements of VTMB can be relevant to this day and the game itself is a cult classic, so VTMB2 feels like it's trying to convert into mainstream, which feels disappointing to ME. But again, I don't know the vibes of VTM outside of VTMB to really know how WoD culture is like, and I don't know much about v5, which is why I decided to step down. I got my own vamp story anyways, I'm playing barbie just fine 😂

Also I read that Rik is not doing the soundtrack anymore, I hope that's not true dawg :V I have full faith in him. Admittedly the soundtrack of the announcement was too 'imagine dragons', which surprises me. From my perspective, VTMB felt like an exploration of the underground, which still exists today, which is why everything has taken me off-guard. I suppose if I were director I would have taken VTMB elder PC on a different approach 🤓

Dese my 2 cents. I don't want VTMB2 to be cancelled there's so much hard work put in the game that it's just a shame to think like that. Some people feel they didn't get what they wanted, that's finee. Others enjoy it, super cool. If the game is good I'll be more than happy about it for real 🌞

#if you follow my art you know where my aesthetics lie 😂 i could go on but why bother in the enddd #besides we cant pretend that it would be correct if the new game followed vtmb1 to a tea #we only forgive its shittiness on some societal aspects because its an old ass game but yeah :V #we on da same page anon 👼

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#4 The Entire Picture

It's the dream project until you find out that your favourite idol doesn't want you there.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Genre: IdolAU / Angst / Smut

Warnings: Nothing much here.

Word count: 5K+

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“What do you mean by he is a celebrity? How does it fucking matter? If he doesn’t like my work, he can tell me, right? He is a client, a person. He does this in and out!” I ranted on and on to my partner while the poor guy had been trying to console me for the last 30 minutes. I was blessed to have Si-Hyeon in my life, but at this point, I felt like I had failed him too. “I mean, even doing the project with us now, he isn’t doing us any favours. I have earned this. WE have earned this! So, it’s not like we’re a charity project he has to entertain!”

“But, he has made his choice, Y/N, and it’ll be fun. I mean, these two projects. They were first making us choose between 7 members of Bangtan and had given us one project to work on, and now they are giving us two groups! ENHYPEN and SEVENTEEN are fucking huge names!” He was always looking at the positive side and was always technically correct.

“Yes! But it’s not even Bangtan! They are why we are here! And you didn’t even want to do this! We only chose this because I wanted to work with them, and Min Yoongi because he is my favourite! And now, we will work with two groups when you didn’t even want to get in the music space!”

“Is that what you are worried about? Because I am enjoying this. And we are good with everything we pick up, so I’m not worried about this either. We will have to get maybe 4 more team members for the load, which is great! And we can move on whenever we like, you know that.” He held my hands. “You don’t have to, even for a second, worry that I don’t want this. I will tell you.”

“He is an asshole! He hasn’t given me one sign that he doesn’t like the work. Even yesterday’s meeting was all positive, and he agreed to everything! Even the idea that we thought was farfetched? He wants to shoot it!”

Meeting with Min Yoongi

“So, I know we have already finalized concept shoots. But I had one more idea to present. And it’s just a concept. It’s different, but I have a vision, and I feel like you can carry it very well, and it will add a layer to what you’re going for,” the meeting was fabulous until this point. He had finalized all the details and added quite a few independently. He was engaged, excited, and had that promising look in his eyes that I had been hoping for till now. Working with someone you have admired is always challenging. There are so many hurdles that can come in, and thankfully, till now, even though we hadn’t worked together before, he was very open to hearing us out and actually building something together for his work.

“Show me,” Yoongi replied. Always a man of few words and made the girl inside me shiver, but I was a professional.

I presented the ideas our team had worked on, which we had an inclination that would technically go above board, but I wanted to show him still that he could go in every different direction and didn’t have to limit himself. We had already tried that, but we were still building off the block of his previous work. This would, in some ways, shatter it and give him more space to explore, which is not always what an artist wants when he is catering to his fandom. “Honestly, I’m a fan and know this isn’t on the label. I know it’s a bit far from it, but I believe you can do it, and it will give you that edge I feel you’re trying to get.”

He observed it for a bit. Going back and forth on the presentation and board I had created for reference, “You think I can pull it off?” He asked after a while.

“I believe you can do anything,” I responded instinctively.

He smiled, “let’s do it then.”

And that was it. He agreed, told us he would make his additions and share them by following Monday and went on to participate in the multiple classes he had slotted us in between.

Back to the Present

“You think that was it? We presented him that idea, and then he went on and voted against us!” I sat down like it was an epiphany.

“I don’t think so. He has literally made minor edits to your idea and actually wants to shoot it first. He is paying for this. He doesn’t have to do this.” Si-Hyeon laughed.

“He was the only vote against us taking on the next project with BTS. The ONLY vote! Everyone else had said yes!”

“How do you know that?” Knowing I had done something sneaky to get this confidential information.

“I saw the sheet when Maira went to the bathroom,” He gave me his disapproved look. “I had to! There was no logical reason that we didn’t get the next project. Our work with Suga is making all the noise and getting all the right reviews!”

“Y/N! Don’t do this shit! Also, if you feel so bad about it, ask him. He hasn’t lied about or not been honest about anything till now. Just ask him!” He laughed.

“Why don’t you feel as devastated as I do?” I was almost in tears. My idol had rejected me. Technically, again not me, but ME!

“They are all the same to me. I don’t really need to get emotionally attached to my job or our business.” He pulled me up from the ground.

“That’s not true! You didn’t say that when we were working with Zendaya.”

“Yeah, because she is a goddess. Min Yoongi is not a god.”

“How dare you!” I threw the cushion at him. “He is a god! He is the universe! He is-”

“The man who voted against you for taking on the next project for Bangtan.” Si-Hyeon always had a way of shutting me up.

—

“I think Corsica will be the best location for this. We also have the ground set up there, so we will be out in 5 days from set up to completion, which will also reduce the final costs.” We were in the final rounds of finalizing the shoot, and I was giving my best pitch to Yoongi’s manager, who could greenlight this faster. Yoongi had come up with a few locations in Spain and Italy, but Corsica was my pick. I had thought a lot about this. Maybe, I shouldn’t present my ideas, or perhaps I should try reading him more. But that was not what I was being paid for. I was great at my job. I didn’t need this self-doubt.

“What do you think, Yoongi? Corsica?” I looked up to see Yoongi enter the meeting room.

“Corsica?” he questioned. Why was this man always serving looks when it was not even needed? “I’m sorry, I’m late. It was my final class, and I wanted to say goodbye properly.” Even his apologies made my heart melt when he was a full 45 minutes late.

“Yeah, Y/N is proposing Corsica to be the shoot location instead. They already have a set up there, and the location is beautiful.” Sejin explained.

Yoongi looked at me and then back at the use display of my pitch. “The location in Spain doesn’t work?”

“No, it does! And we can absolutely do that,” Si-Hyeon chimed in. “We have an extra edge with Corsica because we know it inside out. And some of these locations, like this one,” Si-Hyeon pointed to a unique castle-like rock structure right next to the water, “really fit the look we are going for. I’m sure we can find something like this in Spain. It’ll just take us a little longer, but it can be done.”

Yoongi looked at the photographs for a little longer and then returned to our concept notes. “This place is beautiful,” He looked at me. “You think we should shoot here instead of the location we looked at initially?” Everyone turned to me.

“It really is what you are comfortable with,” I answered as Yoongi’s eyes stared directly into mine, “But I think the narrative is served pretty well at both places.”

“Okay, “ He smiled. “Corsica, it is.” and that was it.

We took a short break when Yoongi was asked to eat something.

“That went over quite easily.” Si-Hyeon bought me my coffee. “He didn’t even question you. We were told he is very specific with his requirements and likes them to the T, but he really took your opinion and went with it.”

“Maybe he just wants to wrap it up quickly and is trying to get rid of us,” I sipped my drink, still sour over knowing he rejected us. How could he meet my eye, knowing what he had done!

“I would have taken this point, but you know the budget on this. It will be cheaper for them to scrap it and start afresh than go with this, so I think he is on board.”

“You don’t always have to be right,” I whined.

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“Maybe I should just ask him!” I made a few heads turn towards me as we wrapped up the first day of the shoot. “Sorry!” I apologized, “I can’t figure him out. He looks like he is enjoying it. He looks like he is happy with what we are doing. Why would he not want to work with us again, then?” I said softly to Si-Hyeon.

“You were with him for the whole day today. You didn’t get the chance to ask him between the multiple times you wiped his sweat?” He teased.

“I only did it because it was convenient! A whole other person would have to climb the rock I was already on!” That was no excuse, but who cares.

“Yeah, I’m sure he was not complaining about having you so close. Especially in that dress,” He smirked.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I looked down at my outfit. Fine, it was a little low cut, a little short, but I was in a country where they didn’t care about my chest!

“No, I’m sure he was pleased!” Si-Hyeon laughed, picking up all the files and pulling me towards our car.

“What do you mean he was pleased?” I crossed my arms, pouting.

“I mean, I don’t think anyone else has ever checked you out more than Yoongi did today,” Again, that smirk.

“So much nonsense comes out of your mouth sometimes. I don’t know how there is anything else,” I tried hiding my deep blush and excitement.

The hotel’s only penthouse had gone to Yoongi, where we kept most of his inventory. Si-Hyeon and I were in a room a floor down, so his questionable look was fair when I pressed the button for the top floor.

“I need to drop the concept note for tomorrow. Yoongi asked for it,” I explained.

“Okay then, why don’t you give it to your Yoongi while I go fill the tub and destress,” He pressed the button for our floor.

“He is not my Yoongi.”

I knocked and rang the bell to the penthouse apartment and heard a loud ‘coming’ before Yoongi opened the door. “Hey,” he said, a little out of breath, opening the door wider. He was just out of the shower with his hair still dripping. My eyes couldn’t help going down his body, but his skin was glowing, the white shirt he had rushed to put on was wet and sticking to his body, and the towel looked like it wasn’t interested in being wrapped around his waist at all. My eyes came back up to meet his, and I didn’t miss the slight smirk he had displayed.

“I’m sorry. Am I disturbing you?” I asked innocently.

“Not at all!” He smiled, “come in, come in,” He pulled the door open, and I walked in.

“Is this place comfortable? To your liking?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s excellent! Give me a second. I’ll get some - “ He pointed to his towel, and I nodded.

I walked to the lobby table and took out the concept notes for tomorrow.

“Would you like a drink?” He asked, coming into the room. “I think there is some wine and whisky…”

“Umm, sure. Whisky’s fine,” he nodded and poured us both some, coming up to the table.

“Thank you,” I took a sip and relaxed my shoulders. It had been a long day. “So, this is the location for tomorrow. Sejin’s already gone through all the details too, but you wanted to see the set-up, right?” I asked. He nodded, his eyes going from my face to the notes on the table. “Yeah, so, this is it. We already did a check before coming in, so, we are all set up for tomorrow, but of course, if you need any change, we can get it done in the morning.”

“Thanks! I just felt I hadn’t looked enough at the second shoot and I felt like I was missing something,” He nodded. Yoongi was the main lead on this, both as an artist and creator, and his attention to detail was impeccable. “Did you see the water point below the cave today? I feel like we can do a shot there too. It was so beautiful and so quiet. I think for the location on the fourth day, we can do an alternate sequence,” He explained his ideas, and I quickly noted them. He paused when he saw me writing and went on finishing his thoughts. “You think this makes sense?” He asked me like he always did, and I nodded. We went back and forth a bit, now that he knew the location more than just seeing it on screen, and made a few changes for the rest of the days. “So, where is Si-Hyeon?” He asked.

“Oh, already in the tub with bubbles, I believe,” I laughed.

“So you tend to manage the creative and business side more, and he handles the production and-”

“Yeah, we have our zones. But, he also comes in through the creatives,” I answered, updating the sheets with the changes for everyone.

“How long have you guys been working together?” He asked, sitting next to me on the sofa as I settled on the ground with my laptop on the table.

“Oh, since college. We were paired together for a class, which has continued since then.”

“Are you guys together?” He asked, very straightforward, and I looked at him, “you don’t have to tell me, of course sorry-”

“He has a boyfriend. Long term, almost 5 years now,” I went back to editing the documents. “Lives in LA, and refuses to move even though he can,” I said, giving out more information because it had been a sore point in my best friend’s life for a while.

“That must be tough for him,” Yoongi sat back, folding his legs.

“It is, but you can’t force someone to change their life because of you. It has to be their choice, their sacrifice to make. And Si-Hyeon is very clear on how he wants to live his life, so working in another continent is also him figuring it out.” I answered so that professionally it doesn’t bite us back.

“That’s true. What about you?” he asked.

“I don’t have anyone I need to make sacrifices for in my life,” I smiled. “Yet, at least,” I laughed. “What about you?”

“Same,” he answered, taking a big gulp of his drink. “It’s not like the opportunity hasn’t been there. It’s just…it has to be the right person?”

“I get that,” I closed my laptop and turned towards his. “This is done. I’ll check in the morning, so we should be good for tomorrow.”

“Refill?” He asked, pointing at my glass, and I nodded without much thought.

—

“Quickly eat this before we are horribly late,” Si-Hyeon stuffed some croissants in my mouth as I ran through the project updates.

“Thank you, sorry it got late speaking to Yoongi last night,” I explained. I walked into our room at 3 AM, slightly drunk, but after a great conversation with Yoongi. I felt I got to know him so much better.

“Yeah, I noticed. Did you ask the million-dollar question?” he asked.

“No. It would have been not fit the direction of the conversation we were having,” I pouted.

“So, you just spoke? No, light kisses, no under-the-shirt action?”

“Eww, no, we spoke. What are you, 12?” I pushed him slightly.

“No, but he hasn’t stopped staring at you from his table, so I thought there was more to the story,” he pointed out, and I quickly looked up to meet Yoongi’s eyes. I gave him a small wave, not to make it awkward, and he gave me a close-lipped smile.

“Quickly finish your coffee so we can leave! C’mon!”

—

The next three days went smoothly. It was coming out to be great, and we had built a great rapport with the team as well. We met up for drinks after each wrap and ate at some amazing restaurants. Yoongi and I kept speaking more and more, and I could feel us really clicking with each other. There was also all the extra touching which kept implying more, like the hand behind my lower waist when we walked or the hands when we climbed down the steps, which I really didn’t need help in manoeuvring. I also got a raised eyebrow from Sejin, and then he just laughed and walked on. It was all the extra time he was spending with me, just speaking and drinking, but the big elephant in the room was that he had voted against us, and however great everything went, it still left a sour taste in my mouth when I went back to the room.

The final day had the cave location, and I took Yoongi inside as it was my discovery when we had initially landed here during our college vacation. I had told Yoongi about it, and he asked me to show him around while the crew set up everything. “Come on, there is a small pool-like thing here. We just have to walk a little further.” I took his hand as we walked through the thin area, trying not to fall into the river as the path got thinner. “In here,” I pulled him, and he paused as the rock narrowed. “It’s okay, just narrow here, and it opens up inside,” I told him. “It’s not my spot like I am sure other people know of it, but it’s - I found it so, for you, it’s my spot,” I said, rephrasing my words, and he laughed. The rock opened into a small cave with a small pool of crystal clear water and grass all around it. Looking up, you could see the sky, as the sun poured in through the tiny opening. I walked in further to the little space left to stand on, and Yoongi stood at the opening, taking the small space in, “isn’t it beautiful?” I asked, leaning against the rock wall so that he could come in.

He just nodded, looking straight at me. It was quite a blur. It happened so quickly. Yoongi walked towards me, his palms capturing my face as his lips met mine. My eyes shut on instinct before he pulled away, waiting for me. I didn’t have many thoughts as I pulled his shirt, bringing him closer as his mouth explored mine further. He tasted sweet, like honey, and once his hand went down the side of my chest, wrapping himself around my body, as I stuck to him, I spoke a little prayer in my head for us to never stop. It got heated, a lot more intense, as his lips moved down my mouth, kissing my chin, licking my neck, until he found a spot that made me shiver and spent a minute trying to make me take out more noises. My hands were in his hair, pulling them sightly, as I tried biting my lips, as he sucked on my sweet spot, exploiting it, as his hands explored my body. It took 5 rings before I could pull my phone out as Yoongi pulled back, kissing my cheek instead as I answered the call. “Yeah, yeah, we will right out. Just coming,” I said, trying not to sound out of breath. “We should go,” I said, our foreheads attached, his hands kneading my waist. He nodded, kissing me again and then pulling away.

“Let down your hair,” he said, fixing his own. I took my hair out of my clutcher, letting them fall, and Yoongi brought some of it forward, covering my neck. “I think it’ll bruise,” He smirked and turned around, getting out of the cage. I was red the entire shoot and thankful we were done by 3.

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The after-party was in full mode, and I was in the bathroom, explaining the bruise/hickey on my neck to Si-Hyeon, while I took some foundation out to cover it. “Y/N! You know, I was joking when I was speaking about Yoongi! We don’t sleep with the client! It is your rule! It was not allowed when I wanted Noah Centineo, and it is definitely not allowed with Min fucking Yoongi!”

“Oh, stop it. Noah was not hitting on you and had not given you a hickey,” I laughed.

“I didn’t want him to give me one! Y/N, this will complicate things! And, and, and, he rejected us!” There it was. The universe-changing, soul-crushing fact that Min Yoongi was the one who had voted and gotten us out of the next job with BTS. The only reason we were in Korea was to work with Bangtan, and it wouldn’t happen anymore. And, the making out with him means nothing because professionally, we were out, and it looked like we would never work together again.

Si-Hyeon saw the realization strike me again, like I had forgotten the minute his tongue touched mine. I had, and this was worse. “Okay, yes! You are right. Is it hidden?” I asked, pointing to my neck, and he sighed.

We returned to the party, and the number of shots taken after was not counted. It was only 7 PM when everyone was sloshed and disappearing to their rooms. Si-Hyeon being the lightweight he was, had already taken the key and, I was sure, was out since we had an early morning flight out. I gave my goodbyes to the team and Sejin, where Yoongi sat and discussed something. Yoongi looked shocked and disappointed when he asked me to stay for a bit, and I just shook my head and blamed the flight, walking away to the escalator.

“Hey, hey…wait,” He ran, stopping the elevator door from closing. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything- everything is fine,” I nodded, trying not to blush in my lie. He walked in, and let the elevator close. The lift went up, and suddenly, he pressed the stop button. “Did I…did I miss anything? Because I thought we were good, I thought things were developing, and…”

“You know, I think, you must have seen this in movies, but stopping the elevator like this is actually illegal. Sorry, can I just?” I pressed the button again to let the lift resume. Yoongi sighed, then pressed the button to the penthouse and held my hand, keeping me from leaving on my floor.

We walked into his room, “drink?” He asked, and I shook my head. My hands were behind my back like a schoolgirl who had just been scolded by her teacher, and I stood closer to the door. “Should we have not kissed?” He asked, vulnerable now. “You didn’t push me away, and I’m sorry, I should have ask-”

“It’s not that. It’s really not. I loved it. I have dreamed of doing it. Trust me. I just-”

“Then what?” He asked.

“You voted against us.” I sighed.

“What” Yoongi looked at me, confused.

“You voted against us to work with you on the next project. To work with BTS on the next project. Everyone had a yes, but you had a no. And I would love to kiss you again, sleep with you, and do more and be more if you like, but it will be only for this day. And it will break my heart because you mean…you mean more for it to be just for a day after knowing you don’t want to work with us, work with me again…” I rambled on, drunk already on the tequila.

“Okay, firstly, I wasn’t planning for it to be for a day…” Yoongi sat down on the sofa. “And, I said no, because I wanted you guys to work on the album instead. Hybe knows this. That is why you will be taking the other groups until the album production comes around.” He explained like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Why can’t we work on the showcase, and then the album too?” I asked, my signature pout back on.

“Hybe likes to switch around new agencies after two projects. To not keep it complacent, and keep challenging etc., so I knew if you do this, they will be giving you to another group, and I thought your ideas were better suited for a bigger project. And, if you guys do great then too, it can be a permanent thing, but they will make you experiment. That is just how it works,” He went on.

“So, you don’t NOT want to work with us?” I asked already realizing this.

“I just wrapped up a very extensive shoot with you,” He stated the obvious again.

“I thought you didn’t like me…” I rubbed my arms, nervous cause I had again thought the worst.

“I did pour my heart out to you for the last 2 months and this entire week where I...so, I’m sorry you feel that way, but it’s not the case,” He sighed.

“I’m sorry,” I didn’t know.

“I thought what we had was more than this,” He sighed, looking away, “more than work…”

“It is…” I went towards him, and he stood up.

“I’m tired. I should sleep. We have a very early flight anyway,” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “Yeah, just close the door when you go,” He said, walking away before I could say anything and locking his bedroom door behind him.

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seeingteacupsindragons · 1 year

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Sherlock Holmes: The Man Who Goes Through Hell and High Water

So I wrote a few thousand words about William’s fire motif, and in it, I mentioned Sherlock being associated with water. I got some pushback on this, which I found interesting, but I can easily find it in me to write as many words about Sherlock, William’s other half and foil, and fire’s equal and opposing element, water. So let’s do it.

While fire and water are typically put in opposition to each other for obvious reasons, their symbolic meanings probably overlap as much as they differ. They’re both powerful, necessary, dominant forces in human life and have been…oh, what, for the entire existence of the species? So it makes sense that humans can see so many different things in them, and that fire and water are both associated with the deadliest dangers and the most necessary sustenance.

What I especially like about the motifs in Yuukoku no Moriarty is that these two characters, associated with these two things, are opposites in so many ways—the authors even discuss making choices for each to be in opposition to the other—but equal matches that are really much more similar than it would appear, just as their elemental motifs are.

On a related note, I also like that both are Symbols of London, the light and the dark, the crime and the justice, the Thames and The Great London Fire (of which there were…well, more than one of). So both are also strongly associated with their rainy, rainy, entirely too flammable home, and the Thames is…pretty well known for being filthy and polluted, as much as London needs it to survive. Hm, I wonder who that sounds like…

But I’m a few hundred words in already and have not even started my argument for Sherlock’s elemental motif as water. So let’s dig into the good stuff. Unlike with William, it seems I’ll have to prove myself a bit this time. William’s is omnipresent and obvious, but perhaps, as is the way of water, Sherlock’s is a tad more subtle.

We could start with Sherlock’s first proper introduction, but I think it’ll be fun to go even further back, to that first page again, with that waterfall obscuring Sherlock’s features in mist while William nearly falls from the slippery, wet rock to his death. Although it’s not obvious back then, William is trying to give in to the water and let it kill him (the way he’d like Sherlock to, in fact).

That page is a nice big splash panel, although not as big as the later one that chapter with William, his brothers, and fire, but it’s a strong association drawing Sherlock and water together from the beginning and it’s a flash forward, too, so the impact is pretty strong for a one-off scene that’s not really dealt with for a while. And it’s just about all we know of Sherlock for the first volume and a half: Wiliam in conflict with him, Sherlock shrouded and hidden by water. William is in danger from that torrent, just as Sherlock appears to be one.

Water has long been thought of as unknowable, the holder of mysteries of the deep. One of the least explored and difficult to access places on Earth. An often calm, easy surface hiding depths and danger below it. There’s a million idioms about it. “Hidden depths” itself is one—and Sherlock is certainly full of those, as much as he tries to throw his personality on display. There’s a lot to him that takes quite a lot of light and time to explore.

This brings us neatly to his “proper” introduction to the series: when he meets William on a cruise ship isolated in deep water. Where William pierces right through Sherlock and sees…not everything, but far more than most.

The mysterious, watery depths that can swallow a man whole (Enders) arrived with Sherlock (who did much the same to William). The water is dangerous, but perhaps William can still make use of it, no? He can blaze a bright beckoning path of flame and the water will follow, as its purpose is to put out fires.

It’s not a coincidence that Sherlock shows up on a cruise ship in the middle of deep water that way. The Noahtic is a fun setting, but it’s also wildly in contrast to…most of the series. It’s not as if, “Oooh, play on a boat,” even makes a lot of sense. The reason Sherlock’s even on the damn thing is given extracanonically, because there’s no clear reason for it. The only other times we see anyone on boats in the series are: the steamship escaping London for America (Sherlock), the chase on the Thames in The Sign of Mary (Sherlock) and, very briefly, Moran and Moneypenny on their way home from India.

Similarly, despite the series taking place largely in the rain, wet, gloomy city of London…there’s not actually a lot of rain in the series. But there is in A Study in ‘S’. And, yeah, okay, drawing rain all the time is a pain in the ass, but they still made the point of including it there.

Sherlock doesn’t really shield himself from it. He kind of just throws his jacket over his head. Sure, that’s also about showing what a disaster man he is and how little he cares about social norms, but it’s more than that, too: he’s exposing himself to the rain and accepting that it’s just part of his life.

There’s two different sections it rains during in that arc, and they’re not actually attached. There’s a period of dryness between them. It rains when he first meets John and they meet up with Hudson, and it rains later after Fred shows up to claim Hope’s ring. Interestingly, it does not rain when Sherlock is in jail, investigating the scene, or even when he then announces his deductions and finishes off the case. It only rains when Sherlock is pursuing his own ends and meeting people he builds bonds with.

The water isn’t The Great Detective. The water is Sherlock—and we know after the time skip especially that they aren’t one in the same and that Sherlock is more than just the guy who solves mysteries, as he says himself. Sherlock’s personality reflects a lot of traits of water: deep, unknowable, insightful and clear of purpose, relentless, turbulent, moody, inclined to reflection and sadness. Dangerous, cold, but curiously soothing and helpful. He longs for the unknown adventure, to explore and discover abroad.

William’s personality erupts in a purposeful, intentional inferno. Sherlock’s comes in as a force of nature. Water isn’t easily controllable, and rain the least of all. It’s simply…undeniably there. And everyone is soaked by it whether they want to be or not. Drowning in it. Thriving off it. Really annoyed by it. You know. How rain is, how Sherlock is.

And then Adler shows up in A Scandal in the British Empire.

Adler is the one who jumps into the Thames to rescue a kid, not Sherlock…and yet, when Adler becomes Bond and switches over to William’s side, there’s a very similar scene, in which Bond ducks in, smeared with fiery ash, to save a kid from danger from fire. They’re basically parallel scenes indicating which side the character is on, and Adler is firmly aligned with Sherlock when she jumps into the Thames.

In fact, it’s with that water rescue between the two of them—pulling a kid from danger, and pulling a friend from danger, that finally starts to bond them and gives them a new start on their relationships. It’s an extremely revealing scene for Sherlock and Adler both and gives them both pure insight into each other’s goals and values. The turbulence of the river washes away the trappings they’ve put on around each other and their relationship is renewed and reborn—both of which are associated with fire, but equally with water and baptism.

And “Adler” supposedly meets her end in the river and finds her final resting place permanently on Sherlock’s side.

Now let’s talk a bit about The Sign of Mary. Most of the plot was adapted pretty straight from the novel, I’m told, so I’m not going to say they obviously chose the setting and the Thames for Motif Reasons. They didn’t. But it still serves a purpose in this story, too.

There’s something so high adventure about Sherlock standing at the peak of a boat, water flying into his face as they rush forward and he calls out to the others. Something so adventurous about the tense shootout and rapid action. Something that calls to mind “adventure” novels about young boys and men flirting with danger at sea. Something adventurous and fun that William tends to be missing. William can be dramatic, but he doesn’t have fun killing people and taking down enemies. Fire is dramatic, but it’s not adventure. Water has always been Here Be Dragons to humans, and Sherlock has always wanted to seek out, find, and know those dragons.

I noted in William’s essay that the Jack the Ripper murders flee from William’s fire to water, which held no safety for them and Sherlock closes the book on their story even being known. And it’s not the only time something like that happens: Milverton also assumes Sherlock will be the water on William’s fiery rage and that involving Sherlock would handle it for him, and instead meets his end in a watery grave. His plan was for fire to boil away water and water to drown out fire and he would be rid of both and the dangerous Lord of Crime would no longer be targeting him. But, well: Sherlock is just as dangerous as William in his own way. Water isn’t necessarily a safe harbor. The open ocean is dangerous.

It's also interesting that Sherlock sets things on fire in The Two Criminals—the entire arc is about him being able and willing to use William’s methods as well as his own. Yet even when Sherlock murders someone, he uses a gun instead of a sword as is William’s preference, and water is the thing that hides the evidence of his crimes, not the fire William typically uses—fire hid the evidence of Milverton’s crimes.

Sherlock sends Milverton to the deep and leaves everything about Milverton undiscoverable. He doesn’t kill with drama, passion, or flare: he kills cold and still like an unassuming pool of water. He washes away Milverton’s harm to allow Mary and John to start their life anew.

And that brings us to The Final Problem, the ultimate clash of water and fire, of the Thames and the Fire of London, of the Detective and the Lord of Crime. William sets all of London ablaze knowing it will be put out by the water from the Thames, the same way he anticipates Sherlock putting an end to him. That water, from the Thames and from Sherlock, will wash away not only his sins and his life, but restore, renew, and bond all of London. It will heal and soothe its wounds and clean out the rot William has all this while been trying to burn out. Sherlock is the cool head to negotiate a true change.

Of course, Sherlock chases William directly into the river to save him, and that river and the land across an ocean brings William peace, and rest, and clarity at last.

And it’s across that entire ocean that Sherlock manages to build a new life in a new world, restoring William’s health. Just as the Thames washes away the worst of William, it washes away the worst of Sherlock, too. Sherlock is the cool, steady, unrelenting presence in New York that William can and must rely on.

And in the end, after William has come to his own realization about himself, it’s water that he finally washes away his doubts with and steels himself with to chase after Sherlock, and water that he cools his head with to temper his fiery anger into something strong and relentless.

And when William refers to himself like fire, Sherlock accepts it and turns it back on William: William keeps a flame stoked, but Sherlock is amongst the stormy sea and needs to know where to turn. William has always thought Sherlock is his light, but perhaps it was that mirror character Sherlock is to him he was seeing, that brilliant water in a dark night reflecting William’s own bright light back at him, allowing William to finally see himself for who he is.

#Yuukoku no Moriarty #Moriarty the Patriot #character meta #I don't want to tag Sherly's name this time for Reasons #Anyway I proofread this and edited it again and if there's still typos I'm sorry

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engie-ivy · 2 years

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(@wolfstarmicrofic It became Castle instead of Castles, hope that's okay!)

16th: Castle(s)

Hiding in an alcove with Sirius has left Remus in shock, and the girls need some details.

'Explore the Castle'

“Remus, you look as though you’ve seen a ghost.” Lily takes Remus by the shoulders and steers him towards the couch where she and the girls are sitting.

“Really?” Marlene asks, moving aside to make space for Remus. “I think he looks rather shocked.”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“No,” Marlene frowns. “You said he looks like he’s seen a ghost. Why would that shock him? It’ll be more shocking to not see one, with the way they flock all over the castle!”

“It’s an-” Lily shakes her head. “Nevermind.”

Mary leans forward in her chair. “Remus, what happened?”

“I... I was just with the others,” Remus says, gathering his thoughts. “We went to, uh... explore the castle.”

Lily purses her lips. Everyone knows by now that when The Marauders go and ‘explore the castle’, it’s synonym for planning a prank.

“So Prongs and Wormtail went to... explore the castle around the Slytherin common room, and Padfoot and I were hiding in an alcove, watching the hall to make sure no one was coming to, uh, see them explore the castle.”

“Did you blow up the Slytherin common room?” Dorcas asks, sounding hopeful.

“No, no,” Remus says. “Nothing like that. It’s just this thing that happened, that I wasn’t quite... expecting.”

All the girls stare at him expectantly.

Remus sighs. “Sirius kissed me.”

A beat of silence.

Then Mary slaps a hand over her mouth and shrieks. “Remus and Sirius! Together! Oh my, it’s what I never knew I needed!”

“Wow,” Amelia whispers admiringly. “Congratulations! I mean, sweet mother of Merlin, Sirius Black! Good for you, Remus good for you.”

“I never considered how cute you two are together!” Emmeline beams.

“Sirmus!” Dorcas says.

“Remius!” Marlene counters.

“Lupack? No, that sounds like a backpack brand.”

“Blapin?”

“That’s possibly even worse! Moonfoot?”

“Iew, that sounds like some kind of feet fungal infection.”

“Oh, gross you ruined it.”

“I know! Padfoony!”

“What kind of kiss was it?” Emmeline asks dreamily. “Was it chaste, one moment there, gone the next, leaving only the ghost of his touch like a memory of a dream, or was it more a gentle press of lips, like a wordless request, a gesture of hope and longing, conveyed only by the sweetness of his mouth, or was it an intense meeting of mouths, where you sank into the softness of his lips, perfectly slotting together in an act of long pent-up passion, or-”

“Did he stick his tongue down your throat?” Mary interrupts.

“Or that,” Emmeline shrugs.

“I mean, I suppose he is rather fit,” Lily sighs. “You could do worse. And maybe now you’ll be able to keep him in check a bit better.”

“A few steps back!” Remus holds up his hands. “As it is, Sirius and I are just friends...”

As Dorcas wiggles her eyebrows and says “Friends who occasionally explore the castle together?”, Remus has the feeling that ‘explore the castle’ is no longer synonym for planning a prank.

“You’re all getting way ahead of yourselves!” Remus protests. “Like, what does Sirius even want? He could’ve just been messing around, or having some fun, or he could’ve been experimenting for all I know! Merlin, I don’t even know what I want myself! I mean, do I really feel that way about Sirius?”

“Well, if you don’t...” Marlene begins. “You won’t mind if I ask him to go to the Ball with me next weekend, will you? I’ve always thought he looks so good in dress robes...”

Remus gives her an ice-cold stare. “I will hide your body in the Forbidden Forrest where no one will ever find it.”

Marlene, looking thoroughly unimpressed by the threat, gives him a smug smile. “Well, that answers the second question for you. As for the first,” She points over Remus’ shoulder. “I think we’re about to get an answer real soon.”

Remus turns around and sees Sirius walking up to them. He stops in front of Remus and smiles. Remus vaguely hears an excited shriek coming from Mary’s direction and some giggling from Amelia and Emmeline.

Sirius seems too focussed on him though, to be really noticing the girls’ reaction. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” Remus replies.

“So...” Sirius runs a hand through his hair. “I was wondering, and it is of course up to you, if maybe you’d like to go to the upcoming Ball with me, as my date?”

Several squeals and the sound of someone slapping someone’s arm in excitement sound behind Remus, but he barely notices. He just looks at Sirius, the slight flush on his cheeks, his hopeful smile, the warm look in his eyes... “Yeah,” Remus says. “Yeah, that’ll be nice. That sounds nice.”

“Brilliant!” Sirius beams and the room seems a little brighter.

Remus watches Sirius walk away. There’s a skip in his step and Remus’ chest does this weird fluttery thing. He sighs and rests his head in his hands. “Oh, Godric, help me!”

Lily pats him on the back sympathetically. “I’m afraid even Godric can’t help you now, Rem. You’re already too far gone.”

#my tumblr writing #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #hogwarts

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draconicsparkle · 8 months

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I am such a fan of reading and writing physical contact between characters. Luckily, Nagizuru is similar in enjoying physical contact with his bff too!

Fellas, is it gay for you to hold someone close and carry them carefully and respectfully through your home? Hajime ain’t sure quite yet, but I’m sure he’ll get there one day!

Also, a bit of news. I’m gonna have to take a break from writing fics for this au. Sadly, I’ve currently run out of ideas I can do and will need some time away from it. I do hope you can understand. I do intend to return should Karu or I think of anything else! But when will that be? I can’t say. This is also not a guarantee of anything, so do keep that in mind.

Huge thank you again to @karugoround for letting me write for these babies for this long. It’s been a crazy adventure and I had tons of fun! Please go check out their art on their blog and give them love and attention!

And with that, I bid you a good day!

Another day. Another round of sedatives. Another dreamless sleep caused by them. It should have by all intents and purposes been another boring and dull day.

But Izuru made up his mind to find some sort of entertainment come evening. He had a plan, and he found himself more than eager to execute it. All he needed was for his caretaker to come in.

And right on time, the door opened. In stepped his caretaker, so diligent and thoughtful. So reliable and… easy to convince. It was a part of his charm, and something Izuru was secretly fond of. Though he would admit he was both amused and frustrated at the lack of awareness Hajime sometimes displayed. Most of his subtle hints went unnoticed, not registering in that simple little mind of his. But again, it was a part of his charm. And Izuru was not quite ready to reveal it all to the other. After all, they were still trapped in hell.

But he still desired to indulge in pastimes he found entertaining. And his current favorite? Interacting and teasing his dear caretaker.

“Welcome back. Your presence was deeply missed,” he greeted, sitting up on his bed to gaze at the brunette.

That adorable pink flush filled the caretaker’s cheeks. “Y-you missed me?”

Izuru nodded. “Of course. You remain the sole human on this planet who I desire to see. No other has earned that privilege.”

He wasn’t lying when he said this, but he still enjoyed weaving together such declarations of affection to see the reactions again. He would never tire of them, and this one was just as glorious as the others. Hajime stuttered as he replied. “I-I’m honored, sir.”

Izuru then decided to begin putting his plan into action. “Hajime, there is something I wish to do. Something that we shall do once these ridiculous tests are done.”

“Huh? You want to… do something? May I ask what you want to do?” Hajime asked as he prepared the instruments on his cart.

Izuru reached forward and took hold of the chain, lightly tugging it. “I wish to see the floor you live on. To explore a section of this building I have yet to see. That is doable, yes?”

That flush increased, turning several shades darker as the words processed in Hajime’s mind. “You… want to see the fifth floor? I… I guess we can do that. No one ever comes to that floor other than me, so it’ll be safe.”

Izuru leaned in, whispering into his ear. “Perfect.” His smile grew when he saw the shiver that single word elicited. He then extended his arms, resigning himself to the tests that ruled his life. He did his best to ignore the dullness of it all, eyes roaming his caretaker’s form and observing every little detail. It didn’t matter that he had long since memorized every microscopic part, it was still thrilling to rediscover it all.

Finally, it finished. Everything was completed and stored back on the cart in their proper places. How organized, his caretaker was. But that wasn’t important for now. No, he had something else to say. “Since I have the sedatives in my system, I will require you to carry me. That won’t be difficult for you, right?” he sweetly asked, widening his eyes and easing his expression into one that would be hard to refuse.

Hajime wasn’t able to reply, too overwhelmed by the request. But still, his caretaker was reliable and willing, never refusing a direct order from the Ultimate Hope. Thus, the brunette carefully wrapped his arms around his thin, pale body. He was lifted effortlessly, held tightly and securely as if he was a freshly married bride being carried off to his honeymoon. What a nice mental image that was.

But that was something he could picture later, as he felt Hajime begin moving once more. Out of the doorway and to the beautiful elevator. Oh, he loved these devices. Such a smooth ride with amazing technology behind it. If only he was able to ride it more often. And when he got out of the lighthouse, he would insist on a place with access to an elevator. He knew he would receive no objections to this request.

The ride ended, the twin metal doors opening to reveal the new floor to him. He gazed around with interest, taking it all in. Hajime saw this and began talking. “I can give you a tour, if you would like. Show you all I have here.”

Izuru turned his head so it rested on Hajime’s shoulder. “That would be preferred. Proceed.”

After another of those full body shivers, the caretaker did just that. He was shown the kitchen, where all his meals were prepared and the ingredients were stored. It looked as though Hajime had procured more of a variety of items through the luck blessing, and he was eager to see what was to come. Next was the side room, where the washer and dryer combination was along with shelves of clean towels and linens. He also saw an ironing board with a suit on it. Seemed like his caretaker was diligent in many other aspects.

And finally, Hajime showed him his own bedroom. It was small and cramped, the bed looking like something stolen right out of a hospital. But still, he couldn’t deny his sudden desire.

“Hajime, I am beginning to feel the effects of the sedatives. Place me down on your bed so that I may rest. You will join me on it,” he declared, turning his head so that he could see the reaction.

As predicted, it was fantastic. Intense flush, eye darting around everywhere but at him, and fidgeting. “You… want to rest on my bed? But… wouldn’t you rather go back to your own?”

Izuru shook his head, lifting a hand to the brunette’s cheek and forcing him to meet his eyes. “No. I wish to lie on yours. Won’t you indulge me, my dear caretaker?”

With a gulp, Hajime did as requested. He carefully laid the Ultimate Hope down on the bed, making sure his long hair was out of the way. He rushed over to a tiny closet nearby, pulling a fluffy blanket out. “I… managed to snag this afternoon. I was waiting to bring it to you tomorrow for you to have it all day. But I guess this works, too.”

Izuru watched as Hajime unfolded the blanket and spread it out on top of him. It was warm and cozy, settling on his body and relaxing him. But he knew something that would make it better. “Hajime, I will ask you to recall the second part of my request.”

From the way Hajime appeared to be biting the inside of his lip, that request had not been forgotten. “If… you want me to. I’ll do anything you ask of me,” the brunette assured, pulling part of the blanket up and slipping underneath it.

Once he was fully under, Izuru pounced. He locked Hajime in his grip, arms holding him tight and not letting go. Izuru rested his chin on top of Hajime’s head, so his caretaker was leaning against his sternum. “This is to be our positions for this. You are not to leave unless absolutely necessary.”

He didn’t need to hear the reply, the warmth and sedatives lulling his mind back into unconsciousness. And as he drifted off, holding the only human worthy of his presence, he had a thought.

He pictured them in this exact position, in a king sized bed in a decorated room full of personal effects. A gorgeous sunset visible out the window, painting the sky with vibrant colors. And Hajime was asleep, no worry lines on his face. Peaceful. That was the best way to describe it.

And one day, he would make that a reality.

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callmelittlemephistopheles · 1 year

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Simplicity (Copia x GN!Reader)

Going to a concert last minute with some friends, you think it’ll be just a fun trip. Just a few nights of laughter before you have to continue on with your mundane jobs.

And then you meet your soulmate.

Tags: Papa Emeritus IV x Gn!Reader, Fluff, Soulmate AU, First Meeting, Just horrible amounts of fluff really, Not Beta Read. Word Count is 2.4k

Hello! First fic in this fandom, decided to test the Copia waters with a very fluffy soulmate AU. Hope you enjoy! It'll be uploaded to Ao3 once I can make an account.

The concert wasn’t something you planned to go to originally. One of your friends had bailed on the group, and you had decided to go along. Putting in your share, not wanting to let your friends down. And it didn’t sound like a bad time. A couple of nights in a hotel, with a grand show for this concert they were raving about for weeks at that point.

Initially, you meant to spend the night alone or explore the hotel. But after seeing your friends have fun and listening to a few songs, you decided to use the ticket and go with them instead of scalping it. They explained that the band was going through singers, the first 3 brothers, and then a member of the church they were in, you didn’t press the topic and let them explain little bits, only half paying attention. The Leaders were called Papa, with the newest one being the fourth and who was a Cardinal before he became Emeritus.

“It was highly irregular.” They tell you while you wait in line to enter the concert building.

“Was it?” You say, mostly so they continue to speak on something they clearly enjoy so much.

“Yes!” Another friend pipes up. “It was this whole big deal. Apparently, the other brothers still aren’t happy about it. But they can’t do much when the clergy decides what to do.”

A third voice pops in. “They were Papas too, you’d think their opinion would hold more weight.”

You let them continue to discuss, listening to them a little while longer before you soon head to your section for the concert. Seeing them already have so much love for the band is helping you feel more at ease about it.

Though you weren’t sure why you felt off about it.

It’s easy to not think about it after a while. Focusing on having a good time with your friends and it’s far better than the loneliness of the hotel room. Settling into your seats, watching the warm-ups happen. You had arrived early, to settle and let your friends tell you more about the lore of the band.

“Oh, you see those guys!” One friend points over your shoulder, guiding your head to view several people coming out and taking places behind the instruments. They all appeared at first to be wearing the same outfit, but after a few moments of staring, you could see the subtle differences. Your friend’s voice was pressed to the side of your head, sliding into your ear. “Those are the ghouls.”

You blink. “Ghouls?”

“Yeah, that’s what they’re called.”

Your brow wrinkles, eyebrows pressing together as you glance back at your friend, who leans back now. “Do they have names?”

“No. Well, not really. Fans have named them, but officially they’re nameless ghouls.”

Turning back to the stage, you can feel the small pit in your stomach. That little form of doubt. Bands had weird little things about them all the time, so this shouldn’t have been too worrying.

And yet you were worrying. There’s a tension slowly rolling out over your back, through your shoulders until your spine is rigid.

It felt odd. An undeniable feeling that something was going to happen.

It only grows when you see the crucifixes, and you glance at the friend to your right. “What kind of Church did they belong to again?” You weren’t religious yourself but the crucifixes didn’t look like the Catholic or Christian ones you’d seen in shows or on the news.

They don’t look at you, smiling sheepishly at the stage while they avoid your gaze. You have to elbow them gently until they finally glance at you, looking slightly flushed. “Satanism. They’re a Satanic priest group.”

You stare at your friend.

They stare back.

Finally, you draw your gaze back to the stage. It’s more just surprising than alarming if you’re honest. Religion wasn’t something you shamed, you were more just surprised your friends didn’t mention it. Though you supposed it didn’t matter, and instead as more of the crowd gathers around the stage, you settle in the seat. A nice view of the stage but not directly in front.

The lighting effects start, and a few test runs with the strobing lights before the crowd is fully invested. You can hear the music starting. Strums of guitar before there’s a rift, and there’s shouting everywhere.

And then you see him.

Papa Emeritus the Fourth is wearing white face paint, with black details to give it a more skull-like appearance. His hair is thick and growing out, and even from this distance, you can see the silver starting to grow in through at his temples and sideburns. One eye is dark and the other is a pure white iris that seems to glow in the socket in certain light.

He’s handsome, singing wonderfully and your chest is threatening to burst while your heart throbs almost painfully.

What the fuck?

All at once, a chill runs over you, frozen in your seat while your friends and everyone scream and cheer beside you. You can barely hear them with the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, pulsating in your neck so hard you can feel each beat. An overwhelming warmth fills your veins, and you find yourself growing more content the longer you stare at him. Your heart still racing but there’s something more.

Something you never expected to feel.

This is rare. This isn’t supposed to happen to you. It’s only supposed to happen in movies or for famous people. You’ve seen how it happens, in romantic stories before. Soulmates are rare, and yet, here you are.

Staring at your own soulmate.

There is no other explanation for this new feeling, so much deeper than any crush or basic attraction could be. A horrible longing forms in your sternum, and what had only been almost painful is now starting to crush the muscles in your chest.

Gasping, you stand with your friends while they cheer, and without thinking about it, you scream with them. Desperate for him to look over here.

He needs to see you. He needs to.

“Papa!” You cry, only to be echoed in a sea of similar shouts. He can’t hear you over everyone else, focusing on singing and dancing around on stage. Still, you shout, cry out, because he needs to see you. The thought of him not seeing you, of missing you, it’s already starting to drive you mad.

Enough to keep standing even when your friends sit back down, the one behind you attempting to tug you back into your seat. The song ends and you scream this time into the quieted crowd.

That gets his eyes on you, a quick glance at first before he comes back not two seconds later to really look at you. Looking that quickly develops into straight staring, his lips parted and his mismatched eyes wide.

There’s an intense, soft feeling now in your heart, unable to stop your smile from curling up on your lips. The pain is gone now, though you can feel the soreness already starting to form in your chest.

The spell is broken when you’re yanked down into your seat again. “I didn’t think they’d be so into it.” One friend laughs, while you blink at everyone giggling around you before turning your gaze back onto Papa.

He’s still looking, just for a moment longer before he turns to greet the crowd. It’s a quick few words about asses wobbling, and asking how everyone is. His voice is filled with mirth, warm and welcoming. And there are small flicks of his gaze towards your seating area. Constant enough to have your feet kicking slightly while you sit.

Charming, you think, feeling a giddiness enter your chest to fill where the pain had been. He’s charming.

And he’s yours.

The show passes, with constant glances from Papa towards you. If your friends wonder why you’re suddenly so happy and into the show, they don’t voice it, simply happy you’re into it too. But the show is over, and though it was wonderful to watch, your skin is itching.

Your soulmate is not even twenty feet away and yet you cannot touch him. Not yet.

A mismatched gaze meets you right after he and his ghouls take his bow. From this distance, they’re unreadable, but you understand the weight of it. Holding you down in your seat as your friends rise. Even when he leaves to head backstage, you still remain in your seat.

“Hey, we’re going.”

“I know.”

There’s a furrowing brow. “So… Is there a reason you’re not joining us in getting up?” They break into a grin. “Did you enjoy that music so much that you need a moment?”

“More than a moment.” And you smile back at your friend group. “I can’t leave. I have to meet him.”

That same friend’s brow continues to furrow, but another one’s eyebrows shoot up into their forehead. A wide smile appears that grows into something softer, and they approach you with a gentle hand on each arm. “You had a reaction when he came on stage.” A small pause and their smile turns gooey, “Did you… Is he-”

“Yes.” The giddiness, the elatedness in your chest is almost horrible. There’s a terribly happy feeling that’s spreading through your veins. A nervousness too, but it disappears far more quickly. Probably because it all seems rather simple now.

He was yours and you were his. Even if you didn’t even know each other by your names, or rather your real names, you knew. His eyes were burned into your heart already, and any loneliness you had felt beforehand feels so long gone.

Your friend giggles. “I’ll explain to the rest of them then. You have your cellphone?” You nod, and they let go, standing back up. “We’ll be awake for the next few hours. Just in case you want an escort back to the hotel.”

The rest of your friends haven’t figured it out, but the one who knows is shushing them, leading them away and out of the theatre. It isn’t long until you’re left in your seat, with security even walking past you. You watch as the backstage crew begins to pack up things, preparing everything for travel.

He emerges from behind the stage, on the floor, in his sparkly blue coat and hair slicked back. In gloved hands, he holds two paper cups and his gaze remains on the floor until he reaches the stairs. Then he glances up, and you can’t help but beam at him.

His approach is slow, letting you look at him more carefully. Despite an almost shyness to his steps, there’s a confidence there too, one that seems to grow while he draws closer. Until finally, he hovers above you, lips curled into a small smile. There’s a pause, just long enough for him to lean down and hand you a cup before he points at the spot next to you. “Is this seat free?”

“Reserved for my soulmate.” Your smile is turning into a grin, while he moves to sit next to you. That soft feeling only grows when you catch his gaze and you see the warmth and similar giddiness in it. You take a sip from the cup, just water, to try and calm yourself but it’s hard not to feel so happy.

“I’m sorry I could not come sooner.” He relaxes into the chair, sinking in. His own sip is taken before he shifts in it so he can face you more. “The show must go on.”

“It must.” You agree, relaxing in your own seat. “Where are you headed next?”

“Home, this was the last show of our tour tonight.” One eyebrow raises, though you can barely tell beneath the makeup. “I’m guessing you’re not a big fan of our group.”

You can hear the mirth in your own voice, that moves into his eyes while you speak. “Not until tonight.”

When he smiles again, a wider curl of his lips, you realize you will never tire of it. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you stretch your fingers out on the armrest. His eyes glance down at it, before raising to meet your own again. Slowly his hand outstretches, tentative but there’s a firmness in his gaze that lets you feel safe to slide your fingers against his own.

There’s a sigh from both of you at the first touch. Though his fingers are covered, there’s a heat that spreads through your hand, up into your bones. it isn’t long before you’re shoulder to shoulder, nearly cuddling if not for the armrest between you. But it’s nice like this you think, moving to rest your head against his and he returns the notion with full affection.

No fear, because you both simply know. Because this that should be so complicated is wonderfully simple because you both know and you both do not even attempt to deny it. A seed planted that is already beginning to sprout, to bloom into something much larger.

And it’s with those thoughts that you realize you should ask something that you should’ve brought up right when he sat next to you. “Papa?” You ask tentatively, and he gives a light squeeze to your hand. “Is that your name or your title?”

“Both.” He says after a moment of thought, his fingers twitching before he draws them back to lace with your own. “But you may also know me as Copia. It was my name before I became Papa.”

“Copia.” You let it roll off your tongue, tasting it for the first time. When he asks the question in return, you answer truthfully and easily.

He tests it out too with a smile before he sighs. “I will not ask you to come home with me, cara. That may be too soon.” You would if he asked, so you’re a mixture of relief and disappointment that he doesn’t. His fingers squeeze, keeping your own locked with his.“But, may I have your company until we have to part?”

You raise his hand. In one of the earlier songs, he had serenaded and kissed the hand of a person in the crowd. Now you raise his and brush your lips along the leather-clad knuckles, in a soft amount of pressure that you hope lingers for a while. “As long as we have.”

By the time he’s supposed to leave, twelve hours from now, you will still be holding his hand while he calls to extend his stay by another week. He squeezes your hand and kisses your forehead when you extend your own trip shortly after his call.

With him at your side, everything became far more simple. And it would continue to be simple for years to come.

Hi there! Thank you for reading this fic. I'd love to hear thoughts on this given it's my first copia fic, so please reply/reblog what you think!

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notjohnlegere · 2 years

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Heyy so all I want is arguing/angst and smut like maybe timothée is super toxic

I knew I had a request for this somewhere!

I’ve been wanting to do a little blurb on a Toxic!Timmy AU, just to test it out and see what you guys think. I feel like I should apologize in advance, I’m so used to writing real Timmy and having everyone tell me they love the accuracy.

So please please pleeaaaassseee let me know what you think of this style! It’s definitely not our actual boy, but it was fun to explore a completely different character.

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Toxic

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Toxic

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

alternate universe where timmy is toxic. if you like fics where timmy is portrayed accurately, this isn’t for you. angst. smut. he’s just a terrible person in this, really. part two.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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“Why are you lying to me when the proof is right there?!” You shouted. You were furious, which was something that wasn’t uncommon in your house. Once again, your boyfriend had been caught, and you had to sit back as the whole world watched your embarrassment.

“I wasn’t out anywhere with her!” Timothée shouted. You had to admit, he was a convincing liar, but that didn’t change anything. “You’re crazy! Why are you always looking for something wrong with me?!”

“There’s videos of you kissing her!”

“That’s not me!”

“Then why is she wearing your clothes?!” Your voice broke. You were fighting everything in you not to cry. You knew every time you cried he won. He would say you were just too emotional or that you were on your period, then brush the problem to the side.

“More than one guy can’t own the same pair of shorts?!” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He said your name but it landed on foreign ears. “Maybe you should go spend the night with your friend.”

“Why? So you can bring her over here and fuck her in my bed? Haven’t disrespected me enough yet, Timothée?” You spat.

“I don’t-!” He bit his lip and slapped his hand against the drywall. “We need to be apart until you get over whatever psychotic episode you’re having. Do you really believe I’d cheat-“

“Yes.” You cut him off. “Yes I do. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. Don’t be so naïve, the both of us know this isn’t the first time.”

“Woman-“ His tone was graced with warning.

“Go to hell.” With that said, you stormed out of the room. You finally let the hot tears spill down your cheeks.

“Why do you keep letting him treat you like this?” Your best friend, Naomi, asked. You had been at her house for a few hours now after you stormed out. She was always the one to pick up your broken pieces whenever you and Timothée fought, which lately was more often than not.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. You were just as much of a liar as he was, though. Because you did know. You knew exactly why you accepted the behavior. You leant your head onto her shoulder, you were both sitting on her couch.

“Then stop it.” She said. “Come move in with me and Isaac. You can take the extra room-“

“I can’t do that.” You replied, feeling the tears run down your cheeks again. “I can’t leave him.”

“Yes you can.” She reassured you. “There’s nothing stopping you but yourself. You can get out of there and be done with him.”

“I can’t, I love him.”

“A man like that doesn’t deserve your love.” Her voice was softer now, you knew she felt bad for you. You didn’t want her to feel bad. “All he does is use you. You do everything for him and then he turns around and cheats. He’s not gonna have any better than you. And he needs to see that.”

“But he can change. He wasn’t like this when we got together. He can go back to being my Timmy. The fame got to his head. He’s only twenty-“

“Stop making excuses for him. When you came in here you were furious and now you’re begging off.” She sighed. “If it is the fame that went to his head, then he needs to experience it. Leave his ass and let him actually realize how good he has it with you. Maybe it’ll knock some sense into him.”

“Maybe you’re right.” You sighed and bit your lip. “He won’t be home. I can go get my stuff and disappear tonight.”

“Do you want me or Isaac to come with you?”

“No.” You said. “I can go alone.”

You did just that. Late that night, around midnight, you snuck back to your shared apartment. Quietly you unlocked the door and slipped inside. He would be out with friends at an hour like this, so you knew he wouldn’t—

“Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Timothée!” You heard a loud shout and a moan. At that instant your heart dropped into your stomach like a rock.

You could hear the bed creaking, you could hear her moans, the worst part was you could hear his moans. The ones that used to be reserved for you and you only.

You held your chin up and walked down the hall anyway, avoiding looking into the room with the open door, and went straight to collect your things. The girl must’ve seen you walk by because she shouted.

“Oh god I think someone broke in!”

You walked into your room, grabbed your favorite duffel bag, and began shoving random things into it.

A few moments later you heard footsteps and a door slam. You flinched to the loud noise.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you said you were going to-“

“I did. And I came back to get some of my stuff. Is that a crime?” You snapped back. You were out of emotion to offer him. He didn’t deserve your emotion.

“You should’ve called first.”

“Called first to walk into a place I pay half rent on? Don’t be ridiculous.” For the first time that evening you looked toward him. He stood there, leaning against the door, naked, dick still hard. You shivered, throwing your erotic thoughts to the back of your mind. Now is not the time.

Unfortunately, it was too late. He had seen your reaction.

“Ohhh.” He sauntered over to you, playfulness on his voice. “Mad at me, taking all her stuff, running away, but still can’t keep her eyes off my cock?”

You were silent.

“You know I love you.” He said softly, taking your chin in between his fingers. He made you look at him.

“Do I?” You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter, though. You had wanted him to say that for so long. All you had wanted was for him to love you.

“You do.” He said. Within an instant his lips were on yours.

“Get rid of her.” You mumbled when his lips touched yours. “Get rid of her and I’ll stay.”

“Give me five minutes.” He broke the kiss and exited the room.

While he was gone, you stared at the duffel bag in your hands. Maybe he was right.

Maybe you were just overreacting. What did it really matter if he fooled around with others sometimes? He always came back to you. He was completely in love with you, he was addicted to you. Nobody could ever give him what you do. Those other girls may have him for a moment, but you always got him in the end. He was yours, and that’s something they couldn’t take from you.

You smiled softly to yourself and dropped the duffel bag. Maybe he did love you all this time and you were just too dumb to see it.

You walked out of the room to be met with Timothée, who was on his way back to you. You both stopped in your tracks. You smiled at him and felt giddiness well up inside of you. Finally, you were getting what you wanted.

Crashing into his room, lips on each other’s, his hands on your body, the way it was supposed to be. It didn’t take long for him to strip you of your bottoms and push you onto your back on the bed. He entered you quickly and fully, which made a shout erupt from your throat.

His lips stayed attached to your neck and his hips slammed against yours fervently. You were completely blissed out, you were finally feeling his skin on yours again. It was something that you had wanted for so long.

“Move back in here.” He muttered against your neck. “Back into our room.” Your heart soared. You wanted nothing more than that. To be his again.

“Ooohhh- okay.” You said with a giggle on your lips. “Ooh, that feels so good, Timothée.”

“So fucking tight.” He muttered as his hands explored your body. “So perfect for me.”

When all was said and done, you lied next to him in bed for the first time in ages. You watched him light up a cigarette, a habit of his you hated, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“I love you, Timothée.” You said. You snuggled your face into his ribs and felt comfortable. Sleep slowly began to take you over.

“I know.”

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