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mysacredmuse · 2 months

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museee do u have any nsfw aventurine hcs?? id love to see them ! 🥺

- 🦁 anon

hello dear !! I wrote 2.. 2? I think 2, LOL, but those were more specific (you can find them in my masterlist on my pinned post!), so I decided to do general nsfw headcanons for you :) <3

I hope that you will enjoy it! :) <3

reader: I've done both - female & male anatomy, but it is mostly gender neutral :)

cw/tw: nsfw - mdni!, mentions of collars, marking, thigh fucking & riding, mirror sex, praise & degrading, spanking, dry humping, oral, choking, bondage, cum control, edging & overstimulation, breeding, cockwarming, sensory play & blindfolds, office sex, nudes & tapes, pegging

dividers by @/saradika-graphics :)

• Aventurine • General NSFW Headcanons •

he likes soft & rough sex. Although, if he had to choose which one he prefers, it would be soft & romantic one. He likes to take his time with you, he enjoys the intimacy, passion, love and softness of it all ! It's his favorite thing - to sloppily thrust into you, gently pressing his hips into yours while watching your face, tenderly exploring your body with his fingertips or making out with you ! :3

big on making out !!!!!! he loves making out during sex !!!!! he will literally beg you to make out with him or ask you to kiss him. He just wants to have you as close as possible and as much of you as possible <3

he is a heavy switch. Being a dom or a sub is all good with him as long as both of you trust each other and feel comfortable. If you are a submissive, he wouldn't mind being dominant all the time and vice versa. However, he would like to be able to switch from time to time simply depending on his mood and desires at the moment :3

when it comes to his kinks, most of them are not too extreme. He enjoys collars. Either being collared by you or having you collared for him. That's only when there's mutual trust though, he would never participate in collaring with someone that he doesn't trust or care about. Which is also why he would find a very unique collar for you, perhaps even multiple so you can choose depending on your mood. They would all have something that is related to your own likings - favorite nickname, praise, degradation, your name even, color, certain accessories and additions :3

he loves marking ! Either you marking him or him marking you - it all goes. He prefers being marked on his chest, back, tummy, thighs & neck while he enjoys marking you anywhere that he can reach. Your whole body is just beautiful to him and he wants it all for himself :3 In case that marks can't really be seen on your body, then he would just enjoy only collaring you as a form of "marking", it would be more than enough for him :)

he also enjoys being tied up & tying up. Handcuffs, shibari, bows, ties, belts - anything that can serve a purpose for tying up is good to him :3

he likes cum control being done on him while he is tied up. He loves edging and he loves to be a good boy for you and show you how desperate he is while the two of you watch his cock leak precum & cum down slowly, all while he twitches and quivers. It's also the fact that he enjoys being vulnerable like that with you and letting you take control over him :3

however, if you have a cock yourself, he does enjoy doing cum control you as well. Seeing you all tied up while your cock is at full exposal for him and he gets to do anything he wants until he turns you into a little pathetic mess is truly a lovely treat for him <3 He likes to tease, gently licking the dripping cum down your cock all the way up to the tip of it but not letting you finish just yet.., only cleaning you up and edging you further <3

on the contrary, if you own a pussy, he still enjoys edging you & overstimulating you. His favorite is to tie you up for the bed, perhaps even tie your legs open for him while he gets do to whatever he'd like to do to you. Eat you our for hours while not letting you cum or maybe using only toys to edge you. If he is in a more dominant mood, he will use everything he can. Eat you out, then edge you with toys even further, then let you rest for a bit, then eat you out again until you almost cum.. and the circle continues :3

speaking of edging, he also likes to edge himself while he fucks you. He loves sliding his cock in and out of you slowly, letting it twitch and become even a bit painful as he uses you to edge himself. It's even better if you are the one ordering him how to fuck you and edge him like that :3

to finish it off, his favorite is to edge you and then overstimulate you. He also likes when you do that to him. Turning you from begging & pleading mess that is asking him to let you cum into a sniveling little overwhelmed mess that is telling him that they can't take it anymore is truly a beautiful sight for him. You can take one more for him, right?

cockwarming. that's it. cockwarm him or let him cockwarm you - he loves it <3

he loves giving oral. He loves receiving as well, but he prefers to please in that department. It's for his own pleasure too, he could quite literally (and he will) cum while eating you out or sucking your cock. It's simply too much for him to handle - the way your body reacts, the way you sound, the fact that he is the one that makes you feel that good. Enough for him to cum in his pants, really :3

bonus to the previous point: please pull his hair, he loves that... a lot

he is also a big fan of dry humping or simply grinding against each other until both of you cum from it. It's not necessary for him to have sex in order to enjoy and he thinks the neediness and desperation that a heavy makeout session combined with dry humping & grinding holds is quite attractive given that it makes both of you desperate and even more passionate since it's so limited movement & sensations wise :3

thigh riding & thigh fucking ! He loves to fuck your thighs and if he can get just a bit friction of your pussy or balls while he does it, he is going to lose his mind. He is fairly composed a lot of times, but something about thigh fucking makes him completely different than usual. He also loves to let you ride his thigh until you cum, perferably while having a collar on OR in front of a mirror. Also, he would let you fuck yourself between his thighs too, especially if he is punishing you or in a mood to tease you. You want to fuck his thighs..? Well then, make sure to jerk him off while doing it and no, you don't get to stop or take a break or you won't cum ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

speaking of thigh riding in front of a mirror which is also one of his favorites, he likes mirror sex in general ! He wants you to watch yourself while he fucks you, he wants you to see how pretty you are for him and he finds great pleasure in that <3 * bonus if you are filming it

prefers to praise, but he isn't opposed to degrading at all :3 However, when it comes to you doing it to him, he does have a much higher preference for being praised :)

he likes spanking. He isn't big on using whips or such tools, he prefers doing it with his own hand, especially if you are laying on his lap with your ass right in front of him, twitching and squirming while he plays with you <3 He doesn't mind being spanked himself, but he does get a little bit bratty when you do it :3

he likes choking as well & likes being choked :3 Nothing too harsh or rough, but just enough. It makes his brain dizzy and his neck is quite sensitive in general :3

blindfolds but especially during sensory play. He loves to play with ice, wax, feathers and such. His nipples are quite sensitive so anything sensory play related done to his nipples makes him cum almost instantly. However, when he does it to you, he enjoys exploring your body for hours while looking for your sensitive spots and mixing up all the possibilities to make you even needier and more aroused for him :3

breeding. In case that you have a pussy - it is not about pregnancy for him, if he was completely honest, he doesn't have a thing for pregnancy, but he does enjoy cumming inside of you as many times as he can. It doesn't matter if he fucks your cunt or your ass (depending on what you have and/or prefer) - he wants to breed you. There is something very intimate about it in his opinion and it makes him even more desperate to continue fucking you so he could fill you up as many times as he can :3

office sex. Please come to his office and cockwarm him. Or fuck him. Or let him fuck you. Anything really. He enjoys it quite a lot, especially when he is stressed out & something about possibly being caught makes him more than excited about it <3

he enjoys being put into his place which is why a lot of times he might push your buttons purposefully. He is a little bratty, but it's all for the purpose of you having your way with him because it does turn him on very much <3

he likes nudes & sex tapes (I mentioned this before, but I guess I'll say it again) :3

in case you don't own a cock, don't worry at all, he enjoys straps just as much. He might be hesitant about it at first, but he is quick to agree or even offer it himself. This goes hand in hand about his enjoyment in being handled by you - if you would handle him by pegging him until he can't think anymore, then please go on, he loves it and he would be the best boy you've ever had. He also likes sucking straps quite a lot, so just enjoy :3

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stoned-writer · 2 years

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His Sunshine - Lloyd Hansen

summary: No one disrespects his baby and gets away with it.

warnings: smut! daddy kink, spit kink, degradation, praise, unprotected p n v (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 2,609

a/n: Hii, this is my very first time writing anything like ever so pls be nice ! its not that good but being my first time i think its okay! hope you all enjoy :)

likes & reblogs appreciated !

To the outside world Lloyd could be classified as a sociopath, given his lack of empathy for anyone that stands in his way. However, there is another side to this deliciously unhinged man. A side that no one gets to see. Except for you of course. To you Lloyd is as soft as a feather. He would do absolutely anything for you. So when someone blatantly disrespects you and your relationship with him, lets just say, it doesn’t end well for whoever thought they could cross that line.

The day started pretty normal, you woke up before Lloyd, laying there admiring his sleeping form. “I can feel you staring sunshine” he said with a raspy morning voice. “Can’t help it bub you’re just so pretty.” You’re mornings together usually go like this. He turns over and looks at you, you can see the love and adoration in his eyes, that look that no one will ever get to see outside this bedroom. “Not as pretty as you angel,” he says making you blush. He never fails to make you weak in the knees. There’s something about him being able to go from absolutely ruthless to a lovesick mess that makes your heart swell. You both get up to start the day, after taking a shower together you head downstairs to make breakfast for the two of you. Given the size of the house, his men are always lurking around. As you walk into the kitchen you spot a few of them, one man imparticuar shoots you a look you can’t decipher, it immediately makes you uncomfortable. You brush it off for the moment, focusing on breakfast for you and your husband. However, you can feel the mans gaze on you the entire time.

Lloyd finally enters the kitchen, making you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding in. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist placing a series of kisses on your neck. Lloyd has never been shy about PDA. He likes making sure everyone knows you belong to him. “Looks great sunshine, thank you” he said smiling at you. You duck your head, feeling shy at his praise. He chuckles, knowing the effect he has on you. You both eat breakfast in a comfortable silence. After you both finish cleaning up, Lloyd gets a phone call. You can tell whatever it is, it already set him off. He strides over to you, with his hands on your hips he says “I’ll be back in a few hours angel. Have to take care of some business.” You’ve been with him long enough to know what that means. His job never bothered you. It probably should have, but the love you have for him is so strong, none of that mattered. You sigh slightly to hide your disappointment, “I thought I’d have you to myself today baby” you said, “I know pumpkin, but you know these morons can’t get anything done without me” he says with a small laugh, trying to ease your now slightly sour mood. You look up at him and smile, “I know honey, none of them can do it like you” you say with a wink. He pulls you in to kiss you passionately, not giving a single fuck about anyone who was watching. When he pulls away he says in a playful tone “I’ll see ya later pretty girl, promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back” throwing you a wink before walking out to conduct his work in his office.

Hours pass and you are starting to get anxious. You miss him when he’s working, but you know better than to interrupt whatever tourture is going on behind the doors of his office. However, today you’re feeling quite adventurous. You skip up to your shared bedroom and put on your mans favorite light blue lingerie set, knowing that it drives him crazy. You slip on a short tight bodycon dress of the same color over it. Looking over yourself in the mirror, you smirk knowing this would grab his attention with no problem.

You saunter over to the other side of the house where his office is located. Knocking lightly on the door, one of the newer boys answers the door looking a little scared. “Uh-uh Mrs. Hansen, I apologize but he’s busy at the moment” with that you hear your husband say “Let my wife in, unless you want to be on the receiving end of this gun.” You smirk at the boy and push into the room. Lloyd rakes his eyes over your body, letting out a low groan at your appearance, “oh sunshine, whats all this?” he says knowing exactly what your’re doing and loving it. “Was just missing you sweetheart” you say looking up at him through your lashes, giving him that oh so innocent look he loves so much. “All this for me doll?” “Of course daddy only the best for you,” you say knowing that would get him riled up. Lloyd stares down at you holding eye contact for who knows how long. You can tell he’s trying to decide his next move. Before he can proceed with you, the man from this morning takes it upon himself to break up your little moment with your husband. “We don’t have time for this Lloyd, dismiss your little toy and lets get this done.” Lloyd whips his head around to face the man who was about to regret opening his mouth. “What did you just say?” The man digs himself into a deeper hole by rolling his eyes and scoffing to his boss, “You heard me. Your little bitch here is a distraction, not to mention shes seen too much already.” Lloyd continues to glare at the man for a second before saying “Do I need to remind you of who I am asshole? Nobody disrespects my wife and lives to utter another word.” He catches the man off guard with a hand to his throat and makes him face you, “apologize to my girl before I cut out your tongue and make you eat it.” The man is now shaking slightly, “I’m sorry Mrs. Hansen,” he says flatly still not understanding the gravity of the situation he got himself into. Lloyd rolls his eyes and throws the man into a chair next to his desk. He nods over the other men in the room “Tie. Him. Up.” he says darkly. The men rush to do as he says. “This is gonna be fun” he chuckles. Lloyd strides back over to you and cups your face in his large hands, “You okay pretty girl?” he asks with concern lacing his tone. “I’m okay baby.” Lloyd looks back othe to the man now tied to his chair, then back to you, “Now before I put a bullet in the back of this morons head, what do you say we give him a little show darlin?” His words go straight to your core, sending a shiver down your spine, you match his smirk and nod your head timidly “anything for you daddy” he smiles and shakes his head “that’s my girl.” He motions to the rest of his men that are still occupying the room, all frozen at the scene in front of them, “the rest of you out. Now.” They clear the room in a heartbeat, leaving the three of you.

Lloyd circles the man currently tied up in the corner of his office, “Now, before the inevitable happens here, you’re gonna watch me fuck my perfect little wife, watch me claim her.” He then walks over to you and grabs your hand, brining you over to his desk, lifting you effortlessly to sit on top of it. Standing between your legs, hands on your hips “You sure this is okay angel?” he asks, the way his voice switches between dark and vicious to soft and sweet turning you on even more. You nod your head at him to let him know you want this. “Gonna need you to use your words sunshine,” “Yes daddy, I want this.” He sends you a dark yet sweet smile “good girl.” He leans in to kiss you, it starts off slow but you can tell hes holding himself back. You pull away from him to say “I want you baby, don’t hold back, please.” He chuckles a little and nods “whatever you say princess.”

That seemed to flip a switch in him. He crashes his lips in to yours making you gasp, he immediately slips his tongue into your mouth making you moan against him as you throw your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His hand make their way down to you ass squeezing hard making you tighten your hold on him. “Please” you breathe out to him, not entirely sure what your begging for you just want him to touch you. “Please what angel? Use your words for me bunny.” You whine out “please daddy, touch me, fuck me, anything” he slides his hands down to your thighs and sneaks his way up the bottom of your dress. He then notices the bit of lingerie peaking out “oh sweetheart you shouldn’t have” you giggle sweetly “just for you daddy.” He pulls your dress off leaving you in your skimpy lingerie that he loves oh so much. He moves his head into your neck, sucking and kissing, making sure to leave marks. He brings his hand between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating off of you already. He slides your panties to the side to feel for himself just how wet you are. “Oh sugar you really do love this don’t you? Such a little slut for me right?” You throw your head back trembling already “yes daddy such a slut for you, just for you.” He retracts his hand, earning a slight whine from you, “patience angel.” He then brings two of his fingers to your awaiting mouth, “suck,” and you do eagerly. He brings his saliva covered fingers back down and runs them through your already dripping folds.

He brings his free hand up to your throat. Squeezing slightly, not enough to hurt you he’d never do that to his angel, but just enough to bring your eyes back to his. Holding eye contact with you he slips his fingers into you with ease. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a loud moan that goes straight ot Lloyds dick. He looks over to the man in the corner of the room, having forgot about him for a second. Something about seeing him hold eye contact with the man while he was knuckles deep inside you sent you over the edge. “Daddy I’m gonna cum- please - please can i cum?” He whips his head over to you, “cum angel- cum all over my fingers baby.” With that, you let go, head thrown back, letting out a loud moan “oh- oh god yes daddy- fuck.” He slowly removes his fingers from you and brings them up to his lips, locking eyes with you as he sucks his fingers clean.

Coming down from your high you bring your hands down to fumble with his belt. You finally get his pants unbuttoned and slip your hand into his boxers to feel him. “You see what you do to me angel?” you moan at that, knowing that you effect him just as much as he does you. He turns the the man and growls “Hope you’re enjoying the show buddy, probably the last thing you’re gonna see.” That makes you groan, how hot he sounds when he’s threatening someone for you. He tugs his pants off impossibly fast making his dick slap against his stomach, not being able to wait any longer, needing to be buried deep inside you. You run your hands up his chest, scratching lightly. He brings his hand to lift your chin up and pull you into a kiss, this one is different its rough, full of need and urgency. With his lips still locked to yours, he bring his cock to your entrance, catching you off guard. He pulls away and places his hands on your hips, checking on the man once more, then back to you, “look at him sunshine, probably hard in his pants watching me put my claim on you. Probably wishes he could be in my position right?” He looks back over to the man, “such a shame, he won’t live long enough to even use his dick again” he says darkly.

Coming back to you, he lines himself up with your dripping hole, slamming himself inside you with no warning, making you scream, “oh fuck baby, you’re so big daddy” “I know angel - i know. But you can take it right? I know you can. My good girl.” He can feel your legs shaking under him. His motions are slow and hard at first, driving you insane. “More baby please i need more” you plead to him. He changes his pace, now slamming into you with fast hard strokes, nearly splitting you in two. He hits that sweet spot with every thrust. Bringing one of his hands back to your throat, he taps your bottom lip with his thumb, “open” he says sternly, you obey and open your mouth for him, he spits right into your mouth making you throw your head back and moan loudly. “Such a slut for me, my perfect little wife, so beautiful angel.” He can tell your close, he is too. “ Feel ya squeezing me doll, milking my cock so good baby, so tight” “it's so good daddy, i'm so close baby, let me cum please daddy i need it” you beg him so sweetly. “How can I say no when you ask so nicely, sweetheart? Go ahead baby cum on my cock, show this asshole what he'll never have.” With that you let go squirting all over him, screaming “Oh f-fuck” throwing your head back as he works you through your orgasm, “daddy please cum for me, fill me up, i need it so bad baby.” That sends Lloyd over the edge his grip on your hips tighten as he throws his head back, he spills himself inside you, you moan at the feeling and breathe out “thank you daddy” coming down from his own high he presses his forehead to yours, breathing heavily, “you’re welcome sunshine, you were such a good girl for daddy.”

He slowly pulls out of you making you whine at the loss of him inside you. He watches his cum drip out of you and groans at the sight, bringing his fingers to push it back into you, then brings those skilled fingers to his lips and sucks, “hmmm we taste so good together baby.” he wraps you in his button down shirt that was thrown across the room in your rush to get him inside you. “Lets get you out of here and cleaned up, then I’ll deal with this little disgrace,” you look up at him sweetly, “can i stay daddy please?” he cups your face in his hands ready to protest this little idea, “oh angel- i don't know, you shouldn’t have to see that pretty girl.” you assure him “i want to please baby?” batting your eyelashes at him, knowing he can't resist. He chuckles “you’re something else babygirl, i love you so much” you giggle knowing you got your way as you always do with him. “I love you so much more daddy.”

Fin.

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zayndrivesmeinvain · 8 months

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The One that Got Away - Part 2

A.N. - Part 2 is here!! Thank you to everyone who is enjoying this story thus far... please don't be scared to drop in comments, anons, questions, etc! Thank you for all of the support. xo!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: We get into Harry's head - the day he has been longing for is finally here - his year long-term girlfriend finally gets to meet the two most important girls in his life: his mother & his daughter. However, Harry wonders if it's going to go as perfect as he hopes or will there be bumps along the rode?

Word Count: 4.9K

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Harry

The Day has come, Elizabeth is not only meeting my parents but also my biggest pride and joy, Aria. It’s almost as though the universe is on my side - it’s at the tail end of summer where the humidity and heat are nearing the end but it’s still too hot outside during the day. I informed Alena that I will be picking Aria up around 11:00 AM so that way I can spend some time with Aria before we go to my parents and then I can go pick up Elizabeth.

I stretch my arms across my bed and grab my phone off of my nightstand - the bright phone illuminating my very dark bedroom. My phone clearly reads 6:32 AM, which gives me some time to clean my place up, run some errands, go to the gym and then go pick up my Angel.

Once I unlock my phone I see some notifications and emails that came through last night from some employees that include some scheduling changes, new possible clients, updates on current clients, etc. as well as two texts from my parents expressing their excitement to see Aria tonight as well as finally meet Elizabeth.

The day went by quickly, I started my day off by cleaning around the house and putting on fresh clean sheets for my Angel. Aria's room is princess themed, pale pink walls with a plush toddler bed filled with pillows and stuffed animals. She insisted that pictures of her and her stuffed animals be displayed across a picture light line, which illuminates her whole space when the lights are completely off. I am also fortunate enough to be able to give her; her own bathroom which is attached to her bedroom… something I am sure she will appreciate the older she gets. When I think about it, her room is the only space in my whole home that has that much color, the rest of my house is full of neutral colors with masculine accents and as much as I love it, it lacks the femininity most homes have which is why I went out last week and bought a few candles that I have scattered throughout the house.

After organizing Aria’s room, I made my way to the gym as well as the grocery store: something else I lacked in my house, food. I’m not the best chef and I mostly eat out during the week or on occasion I will stop by my parents or Elizabeth's house for a home cooked meal. However, when Aria is here on the weekends I do my absolute best to have a stocked pantry and fridge for whatever she may be in the mood for.

I try my hardest but by no means am I the perfect father. To be quite candid, when I found out that her mother was pregnant with her my heart sank to the floor… I was not ready to be a father. I was still early in my college career, my party stage: I was sleeping with multiple girls at a time, practically fucking someone new each day and even twice in the same day, I was drinking and smoking excessively and I felt like she was going to be such a burden on my life but I was completely wrong. The first appointment I went to with her mother, I was able to hear her little heart beat and in that moment I knew that I needed to change and be the best person I could possibly be because that little girl was going to be dependent on me. Shortly after her birth, I was able to cram in as many classes as possible and intern at my fathers law-firm which has led me down my current career path. My dream and goal is to be able to run that place myself and let my father retire,however, until that day comes I will let him shine.

It’s a little before 11 AM and I have just arrived at Alena’s house. She lives in a quiet little neighborhood, filled with other kids and families alike. Her single family home is located at the end of the street which allows for her to have a bit bigger yard than the rest of her neighbors which I’m sure she loves because Aria gets a little more extra yard space to play in. It’s a newer model, which my father and I helped her buy. Alena is able to take care of herself just fine, however, I vowed to myself that I would do my best to give my child the best life which meant moving her mother into a safer neighborhood and a better school district than she was once located in.

I make my way up her drive-way and to her front door and ring her doorbell. It takes a minute, however, I am greeted by the sweetest sight - Aria is dressed in a jean overall dress with a frilly pink shirt underneath. Her mom has clicked her hair back out of her face but a sparkly clip ahas let her chestnut curls flow down.

“Daddy! I’m so happy to see you” my little angel is beaming up at me as I pick her up into my arms and make my way into her mothers home. Alena is standing right next to the front door and allows me to step in.

“She’s been waiting all morning for you to come - she had us pack her bag last night and only made me change her outfit three times this morning.” I can’t help but smile as her mother tells me how excited my baby is to spend time with me. I really do adore this child with my whole heart.

“ Well Bubs, Daddy can’t wait to spend the whole weekend with you too.” My baby girl is still in my arms as I make my way into the home and sit down on the couch with her and her mother has invited me to stay for a few minutes while Aria finishes cleaning up her room before she leaves for the weekend.

Alena’s voice takes me out of trance. “Would you like some coffee while you wait? I just finished brewing some.”

“ Y-Y-Yeah, thank you.” The air feels thick here.

While Alena makes her way into her kitchen, I can’t help myself from staring at her. She’s always been a gorgeous girl, but now has most definitely transformed into a woman. Growing up she was always on the thinner side, with a little plumpness to her ass and her breasts but after having Aria her body has changed. Alena’s hips have grown to be a little wider and her thighs seem to be a little thicker, her breasts seem to be slightly bigger and might I say even a bit perkier. That once smaller ass has definitely grown with her as well. I would be lying to myself if I said she still isn’t one of the most beautiful women I have ever encountered.

My heart instantly feels guilty though, the girl that I used to make laugh and smile ia filled with hatred and disdain due to my unfaithfulness. As I have explained previously, I by no means was a saint to Alena… I didn’t even know what the word faithful meant. Instead of keeping her pure and happy, I felt the need to go find satisfaction somewhere else and would often bury my cock in another girl while Alena and I tried the long distance thing while we were both away at different colleges. I was selfish because I couldn’t wait a weekend or two for her to come home and satisfy my needs, so I went and found other girls to satisfy me during the week and weekends she was busy. I am not proud to admit this and it’s honestly one of my biggest regrets in life to do this day but I broke her, lost her trust, and she probably still hates me.

Her voice pulls me out of a trance once again, “ How would you like your coffee?”

“I drink it black - good for the soul.” I try to keep conversation light to keep the mood and room feeling happy but I don’t think she wants to engage in anything further, all she gives is a small smile and hands me a mug with black coffee.

“She’s off from school on Monday, if you’d like to keep her an extra day… I’m sure she’d love to spend the time with you…” but before I can even get in a word she cuts me off, “But if you have plans with your girlfriend or something, it’s okay. I know it’s last minute.”

“My daughter comes before anyone else - you already know this. I’ll have her back Monday after dinner if that’s okay.” I try my best to fill the awkwardness by taking a sip of coffee and letting room for her to speak but I don’t get nothing but a head nod and a quiet, “That’s fine.”

Before it could get even more awkward, Aria makes her way into the living room and announces that she is ready for the weekend with me. She and her mother exchange a few hugs and kisses before we make our way out the door.

Before her mother shuts the door behind us, she yells out to Aria, “ You better behave for daddy while you’re with him or no more late movie nights when you get back for a whole week!”

I would be lying to myself if I don't admit that hearing Alena reference me as daddy didn’t make my cock twitch a little.

Aria and I have been at my parents for the last 3 hours and it’s almost time for me to go pick up Elizabeth. My heart is pounding out of my chest. Besides Alena, my parents have never met another girlfriend of mine, but that’s mostly due to us not staying together or constantly breaking up. I had this one girlfriend about a year ago. Her name was Camila. Camila was a beautiful bombshell, gorgeous body with long blonde hair but she was so irritating and sharp as a bowling ball… we had nothing in common but she was great in bed and satisfied my needs. But that wasn’t her biggest downfall - her biggest downfall was that she was extremely insecure and even if another woman walked in my direction she thought I had eyes for them, which was not the case. Ultimately, we were on and off for about 2 years but I figured I wouldn’t tell anyone because I knew she wasn’t going to be in it for the long haul and was only a temporary fix to my desire and need to have someone around.

However, when I met Elizabeth shortly after Camila, I knew she was different. Elizabeth is poised, elegant but most definitely has an erotic side that fits in perfectly with my desires. She’s about 5’8 with jet black hair that hits the middle of her back, and more on the athletic build. She has these gorgeous bright blue eyes that remind me of the ocean and the most sexy smile. She’s knowledgeable, smart and sophisticated and I can actually hold a conversation with her - and to top it off she has a good heart. As much as I deeply care for her, tonight will be the true testament on what the next steps are in our relationship because if tonight doesn’t go best I am hoping, then I have a lot to reconsider.

“Aria, baby… daddy is going to be right back. I’m going to go pick-up one of my friends and bring her over. Okay?” Aria, my parents and I have been sitting in the backyard for the last hour, Aria has sprawled out on me and she’s been trying to fight a nap. Her mother informed me that, around this time she puts her down for a nap because she will get cranky and boy was she right.

“N-No, please d-d-dont go.” her eyes started to spark up tears, she digs her head further into my chest and closes her grip onto my shirt. I truly have never seen this side of her, it seems as though her mother sees it all the time though. Her mother warned me about her restlessness and how quickly she can go from a sweet angel to a saucy devil.

“Baby, Daddy won’t be gone for long..” I moved her off of my chest softly, so I can look into her eyes as I speak to her. I want her to know that she is safe with me - she is loved and I would never break my promises to her. Her tears have already started to mark her clothes and I do the best I can wiping her tears away with my thumbs. “ I promise when I get back, we can play as much as you want.” I place tender kisses on her forehead all the way down to her little toes until I spark that laugh that sounds like music to my ears.

The whole drive to Elizabeth’s my stomach was in knots. I really don’t have anything to be nervous about, but here I am, sweating like a prostitute in church. The drive to Elizabeths from my parents house was close to a 35-minute drive, enough time to be alone with her, but not too much time away from Aria.

When I arrive at Elizabeth's apartment complex, I send her a text that I am waiting for her outside. I originally had insisted that I’d come inside to pick her up, which I have done plenty of times before, however, she let me know that she had her sister staying with her temporarily due to a her sisters awful break-up and she thinks that seeing another male species will only infuriate her sister even more.

Elizabeth looks absolutely divine making her way to my car. She has a beautiful sundress that is a shade of cream, with spaghetti straps that tie on the ends. Her sundress hits just to the mid of her calf and she has on these tan sandals. Her jet black hair has been curled on the ends, and her make-up seems to be done-up more than usual. She’s effortlessly gorgeous.

“Well hello there m’darling.” her perfume encapsulates my car, it’s vanilla. “I missed you,Harry.” Her plump pink lips meet with mine and all I can think about is wanting to devour her later. Her lips taste like cherry, and I notice that some of her lipstick has rubbed off on me.

“Har, I’m nervous…” her voice was much more timid than I was used to hearing.

“M’darling, there’s absolutely nothing to be nervous about. It’s all going to go well.” I don’t know if it was saying all of this to convince her or me because to be honest I was nervous as well. I use my free hand to rub small circles around her thigh.

“Have you ever introduced her to any other girlfriends of yours?” I know she’s just trying to make small talk because we had this same conversation just earlier this week.

“Nope, you’re the first one.” I passed a small smirk over to her in hopes that it would comfort her and from the looks of it, her nerves must have calmed down a bit because her cheeks aren’t as flush.

“Har, what if she doesn’t like me? I mean, she doesn't have to but I would like her too.” she's starting to ramble, something I noticed she does when she wants to get her feelings out but doesn’t want to come off as too pushy or demanding or even opinionated. The first time I picked up on this trait was when she stayed over my house for the first time. We had just gotten out of the shower together, and I stepped out of the shower without wrapping myself in a towel first, and she was mortified because my tile flooring was soaked, and she deemed it as a slipping hazard. She says she wasn’t trying to be a nag, but all she did that night was express to me all the different ways she and I could have gotten hurt.

“M’darling, I have a feeling she’s going to love you. However, just try and stay open minded and not too handsy infront of her - I must warn you… she can get a little overprotective at times, Alena and I are working on teaching her the importance of sharing.” The mention of my daughter's mother seems to have struck a chord in Elizabeth's mood but I’m going to blame it on her nerves, rather than anything else.

The rest of the 20 minute ride to my parents was spent in silence, with the radio being used more so as background noise than actually for listening. By no means did I make that comment to upset Elizabeth, however, she is fully aware of the relationship I have with Alena. I have explained to her once before that Alena and I are just two people who are co parenting - I wouldn’t even call us friends at this point in time. Alena and I rarely communicate, unless it is solely about Aria but we do text each other Happy Birthday every year but even that seems forced. When I think about it, the best way to describe it is that I have love for her but I am not in love with her. My love for her comes from the fact that she is primarily raising our daughter, cares for our daughter, and is the absolute best mother to our daughter and I have massive respect for her, but that is it.

“Well we’re here, Babe. Let’s go show them how beautiful you are inside and out.” I pulled Elizabeth in for a tender kiss on her lips, my hands cupping her face gently.I don’t want a silly comment to ruin her mood for the rest of the night, nor do I ever want her to worry about how much I care about her and how much she means.

“I’m ready, Har.” a large smile was plastered on her face - there’s the Elizabeth that I know.

So far, so good. My mom Anne, was already so smitten with Elizabeth - they apparently already have so much in common from what books they enjoy reading, reality TV shows they enjoy to even their favorite stores, it’s almost like they are the same person the only difference is their looks. My mom is a petite woman with dark chocolate brown hair, and her eyes are the color of the sea, her smile is the best part of her - it could light up any room. Throughout my whole life, my mother has been my biggest supporter, even when I was being a piece of shit son and a horrible partner to Aria’s mom. The one quality I admire the most about my mother is her ability to forgive - when I was around the age of sixteen, my father had an affair with his then receptionist. I remember her, she was this beautiful bombshell with the biggest tits and always wore very tight pencil skirts. My father hadn’t come home for dinner yet and it was getting late, my mother had called him at least twice and she had asked me to go with her to his office in case something was wrong and when we got there, there was definitely something not right. All the lights in his firm had been dimmed besides his office and we could hear quiet muffles coming from down the hall. When I tell you, I’ve never been so heart broken for my mother. I am not joking. There my father was, plowing into his reception while her skirt was hiked up to her hips, her tits bouncing up and down while she rode him. Her mouth was gaped open while she moaned obnoxiously, by the time she and my father noticed that my mother and I were watching, they were both coming down from their high.

That night was one of the worst nights of my life - my perfect family that I once knew was broken and I was positive that it would never be fixed. It took my mother 2 years to discuss with my father what had happened that night and how it made her feel. For two years, my father temporarily lived in an apartment because my mom did not allow him to come home - even though it was his house that he had bought. My father, even though a tough man, knew he had fucked up and he was not man enough to face my mother until she was ready, a man who rarely wined and dined my mother was now sending her flowers and gifts almost every day, but my mother never accepted them - all she wanted was a faithful husband who loved her and no one else. I believe that my fathers infidelity dimmed my mothers light for a while, however, when she learned of my infidelity and crazy antics when I was younger, that really broke her. My mother believed that she failed as a parent because I grew up to just be like my father, a cheater.

Fast forward to now, my mother and father still live in the same house but I can tell that everything is much much different now. My mother doesn’t smile or laugh as much as she used. She has lost a bit of weight and now started to wear clothes that accentuate her body ever so slightly. My father doesn’t go into the office as much and prefers to work from home, he likes to say it’s because he’s trying to let me get my feet wet into the business and he wants to be behind the scenes but I know it’s because my mother doesn’t trust him anymore and he wants nothing more to regain her trust.

“Honey, Harry here tells us that you work at an account firm. How do you like it?” We’re sitting outside on the patio deck, and my mom has just brought out the last of the dinner for everyone.

“Oh yes, it’s honestly really great. I really love the people I work for and really enjoy my profession. I’ve always been so interested in numbers and accounting.” Elizabeth is beaming a smile over to my mother, and my mother just seems like she is in complete awe of her.

“Oh that's just wonderful! And how long have you been with this company?” I appreciate the effort my mothers makes to make Elizabeth comfortable, but all she’s been doing is asking this poor girl questions, she hasn’t even had the chance to really let her eat.

“ Oh, just over two years now. I originally started off as an intern but have started to make my way up. I’m currently working as a front desk operator, but they say a position should be opening up very shortly which will allow me to move up in my career.” Finally, Elizabeths able to take a bite of her dinner.

“It’s allowed me to learn a lot of the administrative aspects of the business, so I’ve learned to really appreciate how much detailing goes into their day to day to make everyone else's job easy as possible, to be honest, before my initial internship I didn’t really understand what exactly it meant to be an accountant… I just knew that's what I was supposed to do in life.” Before my mother could follow-up in the conversation, a small frame was standing at the sliding doors as they had just woken up.

Right as I had arrived with Elizabeth to my parents house, my mother had texted me to inform me that Aria had fallen asleep for her nap. As much as I would have loved to have a grand reveal meeting between Elizabeth and Aria, my baby’s nap was most important.

“ Oh look who woke up from their nap.” my baby girl slid the doors open and made her way into my arms. It was obvious that she was still groggy because she didn’t even acknowledge the people around us, all she managed to do was place her head in the crook of my neck.

“Bubs, I have a special friend I want’ya to meet.” I could tell that Elizabeth was hoping for the best, her eyes were full of eagerness. Aria turned her body away from me and looked in Elizabeth’s direction. I was treading with caution and allowing Aria to lead the way into this new interaction, I didn’t want to push her if she wasn’t ready. Aria didn’t say much but she did manage to smile shyly and give her a wave, which I think is a good start.

“ Hi my name’s Elizabeth, what’s yours?” Elizabeth hesitantly placed her hand out for a hand shake and surprisingly Aria took the bait and shook Elizabeth's hand back.

“ My name’s Aria.” she was a shy one tonight.

For the rest of the night, Aria didn’t interact much with Elizabeth, she primarily just sat on my lap while she played with her toys. I can tell that Elizabeth wants to try and interact with Aria more but doesn’t want to push the issue anymore, I can sense her hope for a relationship but I had warned her about this. I had warned her that this was all still very new for Aria, myself and even her mother.

The night was coming to an end, it was roughly a bit after 9:30 PM, and Aria has fallen asleep on my parents' living room sofa. My mom suggested I take Elizabeth home first and then come back for Aria, she said it would give us some “alone time”.

The drive back to Elizabeth’s started off quiet but I finally broke the silence.

“I’m sorry it didn’t go the way you had expected. I’m positive she’ll warm up soon enough, my love.” I placed my hand gently on her thigh and traced small circles on her knee.

“Har, there’s nothing to apologize about. She doesn’t know me…” I could sense the disappointment in her voice but there was only so much I could do or say, things like this take time especially when another parent is involved. “ Har, I think we need to focus on our relationship and build it before we try to do things all together again - I can sense the love you and your daughter share, however, I don’t think she’s ready for you to share her with me.”

“ Elizabeth, I’m sorry you feel this way but I believe I made it very clear to you that above all I am a father. I don’t think it’s fair to make a judgment call based on one interaction.” Her confession irritates me because I did not lead her on to believe that anyone or anything would come above Aria.

“ You have made it clear to me, multiple times actually. I love spending time with you, being with you, loving you. But I don’t think you’re actually as ready as you think you are to allow me in, in regard to that part of your life.”

We have approached her building complex, she hasn’t gotten out of the car yet but I also haven’t asked her to.

“ Har, you’re a great guy but I think you have a lot to think about. I’ll be here whenever you’re ready… I would never in a million years try to take you away from your daughter, but I also want to make sure that you’re actually ready for something serious.” she turns her body so she's now facing me.

“ I want you to be with me effortlessly, I don’t want to feel like I am competing for your attention, and right now… and even times before, it feels like no matter what I say, you’re always bringing up your daughter in some way as an excuse as to why something can’t happen or something can’t be done or it doesn’t meet expectations, or whatever. Harry, I want you but I need you to want me too and be ready for me and all that comes with being in an actual mutually loving relationship. Does that make sense?”

Her words were harsh, but they were true. She was coming from a place of love, her voice stayed calm and gentle, yet they were full of emotion. I feel horrible that I have made her feel this way, yet she seems so understanding… As much as I care for this woman, I am not ready for her.

“I’m sorry for dragging you along this whole time, when you did not feel as though I was fully there for you.” I gently grab her hands into mine. “ I want to continue seeing you and growing with you… but I think you’re right.” It actually really hurts to admit this out loud, but it needed to be said. “ Where do we go from here?” I don’t want this to end, I care for her alot and before she even gets the chance to respond I blurt out the only thing that comes to mind.

“Liz, I love you.”

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coqxettee · 1 year

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Aesthetics for February: 💌

Valentines, heart shaped paradise, red lipstick kisses and baking 💋

Now it is February, I can fully embrace the Valentines aesthetic. I want to go all out this year, and so in this post I’m going to tell you how I plan to do it 🥰

Aesthetics for February:

- Classic coquette

- Valentines

- Red downtown girl

- Clean girl

Classic coquette:

When I say classic coquette I mean the original, 2018 Tumblr Coquette. I remember scrolling through (when coquette wasn’t what it is now) and seeing faded pictures of Heart shaped sunglasses, Brandy Melville cami tops, Gold heart lockers and Mary Janes, and this is what I class as the “Classic Coquette” aesthetic. 💌

Valentines:

I feel that the “Valentines” aesthetic is so niche because it only comes round as one day a year. But I really want to make the most of it this year. The red and pink cards, anything heart shaped or patterned, baking, red lips, flowers and red and pink literally being everywhere. I am going to write a separate post on how I plan to spend Valentines this year ♥️

Red downtown girl:

I see the “Downtown” girls all over my Pinterest, and whilst I don’t live in a city, I’ve always admired their cool style and edgy but classic outfits. This month I really want to invest in a Red faux leather jacket and pair it with a pair of Mary Janes, I think that would look adorable for this time of year 💋

Clean girl:

Recent I’ve just been obsessed with the whole “Clean/It girl” aesthetic. It really motivates me and even just reading blogs, manifestation tips, and watching videos on it can inspire me. I’ve been loving red and pink self care items, lip gloss, cleansers etc, anything girly 🌹

And there you go!!

My aesthetics for this month 💋

I’m aiming to wear only the color-scheme of pink, red, white, cream and black this month, to really get into the Valentines mood. I am going to write out a separate post on Coquette February and Valentine’s Day, and the fashion that comes with them, but I hope you have enjoyed reading! I love you all so much, thank you for all of the love at this very loving time of year.

Stay oh so sweet,

Kellen 💋💌🌹

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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Sugar, Sugar 2

Here is part two! We hope you’re falling just as in love with them as we are.

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Harry truly couldn’t stop thinking about her.

It certainly didn’t help that her store was right across the street. Or the gifted necklace that had remained around his neck. Or the pretty stone that reminded him of that Dragon Tales show sitting pretty on display. He had spent an embarrassingly long time moving it back and forth and watching the colors shift, and his employees were on strict notice not to touch or move it unless necessary. They’d come in for training shortly after Y/N had left and he had been buzzing ever since.

What was even better was their texts. Back and forth, they sent cute, slightly flirting texts. At least on his part. He was yet to figure out if she was just very nice and funny, or actively trying to flirt. He definitely was. She seemed to enjoy his jokes and always replied with words. Never just ‘hearted’ the message- a pet peeve of his.

He had snooped around and found her socials too. It wasn’t hard to find after he first followed her shop’s Instagram, but he had found himself scrolling it a few times a day. There was something about her… the energy, the way she spoke, that drew Harry in. Comforted him, made him want to stretch out on her lap and nuzzle into thighs like a sleepy kitten in the sun. It wasn’t a feeling he was familiar with before.

The nickname Sugar had stuck. That was something he was sure would continue, especially after seeing her bashfully smile at the user of it when she came to the grand opening. Her hug had been tight and her body soft and warm against his, smelling jasmine and the smoke of whatever incense she was burning that day in the shop. It had been difficult to tear his eyes away as he served her. Any prior stress that had been festering with the business had melted down the moment she had walked in and given him the much needed hug.

Y/N was sweet in every aspect, ordering a dozen cookies and some little things to try and bring back to the other employee working in the shop with her that day . Compliments easily fell from her mouth, seeming so genuinely excited for his successful launch. There was a line out the door and each table was full, and she had told him how she hadn’t expected any different.

When she had to go, it dampened his mood a little bit- only to get a text 20 minutes later singing her praises about the cookies and the lemon square. It bounced him right back, a new pep in his step as he finished out the day.

He ended up selling everything from the cases. Every cookie, scone, loaf of bread. Every crumb was gone and surface licked clean, and Harry was already hard at work in the kitchen before they even closed to prepare for the next day.

It had been a busy week, but Y/N had helped him massively. Just her presence in general has his stomach turning in the most exciting way. Most days she showed up to buy a lemon square or a tea, chatting with him for a few minutes before going back to her own shop. It had been very busy for him in his own bakery but he found himself aching for just a bit of alone time with her. There was only so much he could learn through texts, though he was grateful for it. Every time his phone buzzed, his heart would very quickly pick up.

Sugar: hi hi ☀️ do you happen to have a lemon square saved for me today?

Sugar: if not, no worries. I’ll be by in a bit to grab something sweet. My mother definitely doesn’t approve of my daily visits but your stuff is too good.

Sugar: and the company… it’s quite nice. :)

H: well, I’m very flattered by that. 😊 i do happen to have a lemon square saved for you, and that pomegranate tee. Saved it in the back for you.

H: and why doesn’t she approve? :( you’ve got to get her here so she can try something. On the house.

Sugar: mm. I will- shes just… you know. She concerns herself more with my weight than I do.

Sugar: doesn’t think I’ll be able to find a man if I continue to have a stomach or thighs, in her words. She doesn’t say it quite like that but I know that’s what she means.

The texts make him frown at the screen. His heart squeezed at the nonchalant way she had typed it, but he knew that if his parents picked at his body it would hurt him. She was…. God, she was fucking stunning. Inside and out. Just by her sweet smile, he would have a crush on her. Harry never thought he had a particular type. He dated all over the spectrum of bodies and looks. That didn’t change on weight.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t see she wasn’t thin. It was that he didn’t care. He was attracted to her. He liked how soft she was to hug, how sweet she looked. She was fucking beautiful.

H: trust me, you will. You’re stunning, Sugar. I’m sure she’s projecting but… I hope you know that.

He paused, his thumbs hovering over the screen as he continued. Of course he didn’t want to overstep, but it felt wrong to not try and make sure she knew he didn’t think that was okay.

H: you should eat whatever you want. I hope I’m not overstepping or anything but you genuinely are one of the prettiest people I’ve ever seen. Body included. So…

He let out a sigh as he placed his phone down to help a customer, still a bit bothered by the thought. She always seemed very confident and wore things that didn’t hide her body all the time, and he hadn’t thought about the fact that people in her life would actively make her feel bad. It was a privilege that no one said anything derogatory about his body, and that knowledge hit him then. The worst he got was his nose was too big or his tattoos being ‘scummy’ or whatever. It was a bit ignorant of him to not think about it. But she didn’t make a big deal about it and he didn’t want to make it the focus of their conversations unless she wanted to. Especially if her own mother brought it up often.

It killed him not to check the buzzes of her messages as he boxed up some cookies, a small smile on his face as the kind older woman dropped her change into the tip jar. As soon as she was turned, he grabbed his phone.

Sugar: it’s okay, H. :) but I genuinely appreciate you saying that.

Sugar: as weird as it is, I’m used to it. I like it. I think I’m beautiful and I’ve made peace with my body.

Sugar: I know that people are societally fat phobic and I’m not the ideal of model magazine cover for most. But i enjoy myself. I worked through it. I do have to say though… your reply made me happy. It isn’t often that people are so quick to say that stuff. Especially men.

Sugar: shouldn’t be surprised tho, lol. You’re like… weirdly perfect.

Her last message had him flushing pink, turning around to grab his own tea to sip on. Perfect? She thought of him as perfect? It made his stomach turn in those odd butterflies he was addicted to having every time she came around. It was odd for Harry to need approval so badly, but hers meant a lot.

H: oh, making me blush. You’re good at that Sugar ;)

H: hahaha. But of course. I don’t want to bring down the mood, but you’re welcome to always talk to me about anything. May not get it but I’m always here for an ear… and lots of compliments, pretty x

H: when are you coming over here though? And can you bring one of the pink stones? You say those are meant for friendship and stuff. I want people to make friends here. A larger piece for the front, I’ll pay whatever it is. I like the rainbow lab one you brought.

Sugar: the labradorite? Lol. Yeah, I can bring over some rose quartz, that’s the pink one you mean. I have a new shipment actually. I’ll choose you the prettiest one. These will also have some rainbow flashes in them. 🌟

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Y/N was aware she had a crush on him. The tall, tattooed, dimple faced, sweet natured baker across the street had wiggled his way into her daily routine a week into it. Their texts frequent, daily visits to his shop as it blew up in popularity. They were fast friends, but she felt like there was something… more.

Past trauma tried to take over and discredit the obvious. That he was only nice because he wanted something. Or it was a joke. The internal monologue she had quieted that tried to convinced her a man as conventionally attractive as Harry wouldnt dream of flirting with a fat woman. Those were squashed as soon as they came to mind, though.

The affirmations were repeated every time she found them coming to light.

I am beautiful.

I am worthy of love.

People want to be my friend.

I deserve to be loved.

I deserve beautiful things. People feel lucky to be in my life.

I attract the things I want.

I am not defined by weight.

Every body of mine is beautiful because it is mine.

Over and over again.

It worked, really. She tried very hard not to let her past experience a place him into a box, especially when Harry had proven many times so far that he wasn’t like that.

When she walked into the bakery after their text exchange, she was more aware than ever that Harry found her beautiful. He had said so himself without being weird or apologetic. Unfortunately, that could be a bit hard to come by with the current stigma that went with liking or at the very least appreciating big women.

Any sort of discomfort or uncertainty melted away as she caught his eye. A smidgen of flour above his eyebrow was the only flaw on his godly face, lighting up when he saw her with crystal free form in hand.

“There she is.” He crooned as he walked around the counter, approaching with a twinkle in his eye. “Looking beautiful, Sugar.” His eyes admired the outfit. A longer black dress with her favorite boots. The dress was thin and soft looking with golden embroidered stars and moons across it, off the shoulder with a little puff sleeve. A pink crystal choker was paired with a sun and moon emblem hanging pendant, wrapped around what looked to be a black stone. Harry always admired her outfits and how whimsical she always looked. Especially her appreciation for rings.

He brought her in for a hug, thankful he left his apron around the back. Flour would definitely show on her dress. His hand rest against her the small of her back and cupped the back of her head as he pulled her in, smiling to himself as her arms wrapped around his waist. She was so warm and soft, the comfort radiating off of her and making the man want to press his face into her chest and let her play with his hair. Lay on her like a needy kitten.

“Y’smell so good.” The timber of his voice sent a little shiver up her spine which she desperately hoped he would miss, but very well know that he didn’t. She had felt it against her cheek before pulling back with a shy twitch of the lips.

“You say that every day.” She teased back, looking into his eyes. He was so… other worldly. Looking at him felt like everyone else in the room melted into a gooey slosh in the background, like dripping paint muddled with him as the star of the show. “I can say the same about you. Something dangerous about smelling like you’re made of baked goods all day.” The teasing brow made his stomach heat just a tad.

“Cause I mean it, Sugar. You smell like something out of the Charmed movie should. Comforting. Witchy. All of that.” He sniffed. “But you’re free to take a bite and test the theory if you so please.” The wink nearly melted her as he turned, grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the back room.

“Bre, I’ll be back in a bit. Come get me if you need me!”’he called to the younger girls working the front. Pulling his Sugar towards the break room in the back, there was utter relief he felt in being alone with her. Today had been good but not easy.

“You weren’t kidding when you said sold out every day.” The soft tone of her voice was a mix of pride in him, but also worry. “Are you okay?” She sat at the loveseat with that concerned look on her face as Harry carried over her lemon square and iced pomegranate tea for her. The fact she even worried for someone she just met said a lot about her character.

“M’okay, Sugar. Just… tired.” He sighed, leaning back into the plush of the couch. Letting his body truly take a moment to unwind in the way it found it only could around her. “It’s a dream. I’m very, very happy I’m a success. It’s just very tiring. I’m sure you know.” Harry hummed, gently fiddling with the embroidery on her dress.

Every day he found it more and more difficult to stop teaching for her and grabbing at her. He wanted to touch. To hang on her. To bite at her smooth skin and see if she liked something like that. Jumping the gun, sure. But everyone knew that Harry was a romantic.

“I do.” She sighed. “With the rise of social media, it’s a blessing and curse. The things people used to be so… hateful about are now mainstream. The crystals and astrology, witchcrafts and practices. Sure, still plenty of stigma and misinformation but… it’s been crazy the past two years in what my grandmother calls the ‘Awakening.’” Y/N licked some of the powdered sugar off her thumb.

That motion alone had his eyes glazing over for a moment. She was so pretty normally, but seeing little bits of her that could be seen as potentially dirty… it got to him. She was normally wholesome and soft but there was an undeniable sensuality to her. To her curves. Her mannerisms. He wanted to know more.

“Like a sexual awakening but… with magic and stuff?” He asked before wincing after how it sounded. Thankfully her sweet laugh rang out in the room and the treat placed down before nodding.

“You could phrase it like that… sure.” The large smile made his grow too despite his blushing cheeks at the slight embarrassment. “Just means that people are becoming more aware than ever that things aren’t as they seem. You know? That modern day practices aren’t exactly sustainable anymore for a lot of people. That we can live our lives as we please and nothing is impossible. It always starts with a ‘we live in a floating rock.” She giggled again, knowing the way it went. “It makes it good for us. People come in and want to know, or their parents want to know what things stand for. It’s nice to dispel the ‘dangers’ and make sure people are informed if they wish to be.”

The way she spoke and was so knowledgeable in those things, so regal and well spoken. So non judge mental towards people who didn’t know or didn’t believe… it was incredibly attractive to him. “An open mind is the most attractive.” He added. “Suppose that’s part of why you’re so pretty, Sugar.” A shameless flirtation, but it got her smiling the way he wanted.

“Oi, enough.” The words were weightless as she swatted his broad chest. Eyes went above his brow which had him confused for a moment before one warm hand grabbed his cheek to hold him still. “Hold on, though.” The free hand came up and pushed his hair back and out of the way. It wasn’t to begin with but he didn’t need to know that. Based off of how he sunk into the touch, he was just as touched starved as she was.

“As lovely as you can pull off the flour in the face look, I doubt you want it there.” Her voice was light, thumbing away the mess on his forehead. His eyes took in her features as the woman was closer than she had been for a longer period of time. Softly brushed the skin and hummed quietly as her eyes concentrated on the task at hand.

If he was a tad bit braver, perhaps he would pull her into his lap and pepper kisses on her face in thanks. He wasn’t that brave yet, but he hummed back and let his eyes close before she finished up the job. “Always so sweet to me, Sugar. Earning your nickname every day, aren’t you?” She certainly fucking was. Harry never felt more eager to be pet on in his life.

“I suppose so.” Her eye roll had him cackling as he reached for his own iced coffee. He needed the crutch as he asked her for something else. “I’m taking Sunday morning off, though.” Her eyes looked at him in question. “You mentioned the farmers market… and I think, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to join you. And perhaps after, you’d let me buy you lunch? As.. a date. If you’d be okay with that.”

A date. It was a date. He was asking for it and going off of the suggestion he had actually listened to from their first day. Harry was by far the best listener she’d ever come across, but it especially touched her that he was so thoughtful about what he learned about her. It had her both giddy and in awe.

“Really?” The question came out as a far too high pitched squeak, eyes widening a bit. “I mean- yeah. I’d really like to, of course.” She clarified. Her own heart felt like it could be seen beating hard in her chest. Harry had just asked her on a date. Was incredibly direct. There weren’t any games about it either.

The relief was visible on his body as his shoulders fell and he slouched into the couch with a lazy smile on his face. “Thank god. I was really scared I’d read you wrong.” He let out a breath. “People always talk about you and say how incredibly nice you were and I wasn’t sure if I was reading too far into it. M’happy, though.” He sat back up and studied her face.

She was genuinely happy he had asked her, too. It was obvious. Y/N wore her emotions on her face quite obviously. Even in the short amount of time they knew one another, Harry had known that. He was looking forward to getting to know even more about her. All of her tells. He liked her quite a bit already.

“Me too.” There was a slight lull as they smiled at each other, but Harry’s gaze always felt intense. Like he could see her every thought. She chose to distract herself, grabbing her bag and the crystal she had brought for him. “I suppose this was good luck then, wasn’t it?”

The large, cold stone was placed into Harry’s hands. It wasn’t all the way opaque, a light pink with some crackles in the surface. It was a bit oval like in shape but lazily formed. The sun in the break room was hitting the couch so it did it wonders.

“Where are these rainbows?” He asked softly, shifting it slightly. His body was very aware when he felt her scoot closer, her hand cupping under his and the other going to point them out.

So close. They weren’t on their date yet, so he was behaving, but he really, really liked her close.

“So, if you move it a bit…” she helped him find one. “You’ll see tiny tiny flashes. It’s an inclusion in the stone. It isn’t obvious unless you look for it, usually. Unless there’s an aura coating on it but I prefer the natural inclusions.” She hummed. “It’s like.. speckles of rainbow inside the stone as opposed to the surface being colorful in the labradorite.”

He was paying attention but her body was so warm. Her thigh against his and he could smell her, making him want to grab at her again. Wrap an arm around her shoulder and have her lean into his chest to explain more. But the idea was cut short by the tinkling of her alarm.

Stupid alarm.

“Ooops.” She winced. “I’ve got to go back for the girls to shift change in the shop. But it’s been a bit calmer today.” When the girls stood up, Harry mourned the loss of her body heat. “I’ll be texting you, most likely. Just let me know if anything changes in our plans or if you want to do something else.”

She caught herself appealing to other people’s wants more than her own, a lot. Harry noticed that. “Mmm, no. I want to see why you love the farmers market. And then we will be eating at whatever restaurant you’d like in town.” He stated it as fact, placing the stone down and pulling her body back into his for a hug.

“Very warm, and you smell good. Make it hard for me to let you go back to work.” His flirting was more brazen today and it had her scoffing though internally she was eating it up. Her arms squeezed around his middle before pulling out of his grip.

“Unfortunately, we must. Thank you for the treats. I love them every time. But I will text you, bakery boy.” The sweet smile she shot over her shoulder before leaving was devastating, his heart stopping as the door swung closed again. He had managed to get the object of his desires to agree on a date with him. Now, he had to figure out how to get her to agree to be his.

That smile was something he wanted to be reserved just for him.

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daeyeol4you · 9 months

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Zero-Day Kim & Chay Moodboards (creative process under read more)

The overall theme of the boards is that of Kim's investigation pinboard. In Zero-Day, Chay is investigating on his own where Porsche went, so I felt that this would be a great connection for the two characters in the mood boards

For Kim's board, I tried to be very clean-cut about everything with a dash of sophisticated Romantic energy. Every element is clear and organized. It's not too busy, but there's a level of precision that isn't there on Chay's. Kim has so many different faces and sides that everything has to be perfectly put together to keep it from all falling apart. The only skewed photo is the guitar because music is where Kim is the most truthful. You have the idol persona upfront taking center stage because that's the facade Kim wants to show the most. He hides as the ice-cold Enforcer for his family, but WiK is where Kim is happiest, not strictly happy but the closest to it he gets. Kim struggles with love and with violence so the two images show the duality of Kim. I chose the screencap of Kim at Yok's bar because to me that's Kim when he's at his most basic level. He's enraged but ready to protect and love Porchay, even if it's from a distance. The hands holding flowers show the beauty and love Kim is capable of if he allows it.

I honestly had so much fun with Porchay's board I'm not going to lie. I played around with the colors a lot because I wanted them to be complimentary to Kim's while still having their own unique aspect. I was heavily inspired by the vaporwave aesthetic with the brighter oranges and purple as well as the lopsided grid background (that took forever to put in the right place) which would fit into the hacker vibes he has in Zero-Day. Orange symbolizes warmth and creativity while purple symbolizes royalty, strength, and power.

Chay's board is completely disorganized because I was trying to invoke the investigation pinboard and the idol wall Chay had in his bedroom. The little graphics added to the pictures (which are more polaroid in shape compared to Kim's board) are similar to how idol fans can decorate their phone cases with photocards. In the photos I chose I tried to show that this is a Chay who even though he was excluded from the KinnPorsche narrative still had his own journey down into the underworld to join the mafia.

Finding Porsche is at the core of that journey (which is why the photo of the two of them features the world lose), but Chay eventually evolves past just being Porsche's little brother. He's blooming into something new beyond his brother's control. Also, the choice to have none of the photos of Chay face the viewer head-on was intentional. Chay is lost and can't see straight ahead because he's been led in so many different directions since Porsche left. Chay is all over the place in Zero-Day, and I tried to show that on his board.

I hope you enjoyed my rambles and go read my story! The next update should be up in a few days if not sooner!

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #kimchay #kimporchay #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawat #fic: Zero-Day #moodboard

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pandakatt · 1 year

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Random ROTTMNT Bros Headcanons

First time posting in a looong time. Fk it I need a creative outlet.

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RAPH

Huge sweet tooth. Fave thing is chocolate. I picture him always reaching for milk chocolate or a cookies and cream bar

Prefers crunchy snacks

A moka type of guy.

Needs to have something sweet after dinner or else he feels like the day isn't over

Loves Sanrio characters. Hello Kitty, My Melody and Cinnamonroll are his favorites

Cracks his knuckles and neck constantly. Sounds super loud and concerning ("dude you ok?" Is usually what he hears after)

Gives the tightest most secure hugs

Finds ASMR relaxing but dislikes slime videos

Drinks A LOT of water and is reminding his brothers (mostly Donnie and Mikey) to stay hydrated

LEO

Likes chewy candy and lollipops. Go-to candy is Starbursts

Iced caramel macchiato guy. Will try seasonal drinks as long as they're iced. Only has hot drinks at night, it's like his little ritual

Takes forever to get ready for the night. Has a 10 step skincare routine that he is very diligent about

Has very rough but pretty hands. No matter how much lotion he applies his skin remains a bit on the dry side

Has a beautiful voice when humming but when he actually tries to sing he screams. Not tone deaf, just has bad projection

Likes to build figurines and model cars

The walls on his room are completely covered by posters, drawings (by Mikey of course) and pictures. Not a lot of frames, prefers tape

Likes those reddit voiceover TikToks

Tosses around in his sleep a lot and often kicks his blankets off. Sleeps with his mouth open and wonders why his throat feels dry.

DONNIE

Likes sour candy and salty snacks. Go-to's are those Airheads rainbow strips and Sour cream and onion chips.

His usual coffee order is a cold brew. Likes clean and intense flavors and NEEEDS his caffeine. Very little to no sugar, might add milk if he's in a particularly good mood.

Picky eater except when he cooks for himself. Knows what he likes and doesn't trust anyone else to make food exactly how he wants it (maybe will let Mikey cook for him but will micromanage him. Mikey hates it but complies most of the time)

Cannot eat spicy things at all. Ever so often he tries to see if he likes it he never does

Chews a lot of gum

Won't drink water unless it's flavored somehow and ICE COLD. Otherwise he feels like he can taste it and gets grossed out.

His hands are very nimble but covered in small cuts. Bites his nails and picks at his skin when very stressed

Likes soggy fries

MIKEY

Loves gummy candy and chocolate with add ins. Never can decide on what snack to have so he must get a sweet, a salty and a chocolate one, eats a bit of everything.

Licks the powder off Takis and spits out the chip. Prefers popcorn to chips.

Dislikes coffee. Prefers to have soda, likes how the carbonation feels in his mouth. Never passes on a good milkshake

Always has paint under his nails and on his face, not because he doesn't wash but because he uses it constantly.

Most of the things he owns are covered in stickers

His phone screen is cracked but visible. Destroys headphones and has to replace them frequently

His room is the messiest but somehow never misplaces things. Has those "mom powers" where he finds lost things without even looking

Loves cooking, hates doing the dishes. When it's his turn to cook for the fam, always asks one of his brothers to "help" him but he only makes them clean after him. Usually it's Raph.

Snorts and wheezes when he laughs

Collects gachapon miniatures and pins

Fave art medium to use is spray and acrilic paint. Least favorite is colored pencils and watercolor

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I have so many more of these headcanons. In the last month Rise has been occupying the majority of my brain and I need other people to know about my hyperfixation.

Also if I made any spelling/grammar errors I appreciate corrections! English is not my first language and sometimes my brain glitches

Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want any more ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt season 3 #katt writes

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lampmanliveblogs · 6 months

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Happy Halloween! I hope you’ve had a spectacularly spooky time! Me? Oh, you better believe I had the most frightening of days! I went to work. I know, I was terrified the entire time.

Nah, but Halloween has never been anything I really celebrate. The closest I got this year was watching that Soul Eater AMV and listening to some ”spooky” music on my way home from work today. If I feel like it, I might watch the Nelly Rapp movie. I’ve got it on DVD, but I’ve yet to watch it. And what better time to watch a movie about everyone’s favorite Monsteragent than on Halloween?

I’ve had a rough couple of days, I won’t lie. I wasn’t kidding when I said work was scary, cause bloody hell’s bells, it’s been A LOT to deal with. I work in this really big department store, an absolute unit of a store, a real superstore. And school’s out for the autumn holidays AND people got their pays recently. You can imagine the chaos, we had checkout lines going on for several meters.

This is all to say that I’ve been super tired and in a bad mood the last few days, so I haven’t had the energy to do much of anything. I did manage to do a rewrite of the story I posted a few days ago and it’ll be below the cut. I feel it’s fitting since it’s Halloween and it takes place on Halloween.

I don’t think I’m gonna publish it officially yet, I might want to take another look at it first… and I’ve given some thought to a potential second and even third chapter. We’ll see.

I still haven’t settled on a title yet.

Comparing this version with the first draft, you’ll notice that this one has been expanded a bit. I don’t often remove things between the first draft and the rewrite, I usually expand on stuff, which is what I did here. I’ll leave a few more notes at the end.

Enjoy!

Lamp Entertainment presents…

[Title]

Vee watched Luz and Camila disappear into the light of the portal. Off to save the Demon Realm from the evils Belos was bound to unleash with his return. The portal closed mere seconds after they crossed the threshold.

Vee could still feel the scent of the spent magic lingering in the air. It was potent and powerful, but not unpleasantly so. The Titan’s own magic, such a primal, primordial force of nature that Vee doubted she could feed on it if she tried. It’d be a bit like a human trying to eat grass, if grass could also spontaneously explode. A bad idea.

She turned around to begin her walk back to civilization. A small smile played on her lips. Despite the difficulties they were bound to face in that realm, a realm Vee herself was not ready to return back to, she couldn’t help but feel optimistic. If any two people could handle Belos and The Collector, it’d be Luz and Camila, two of the coolest people Vee knew.

Well… they were at the very least in the top three of the list Vee kept of cool people she knew (admittedly, a pretty short one). One person in particular was very high up on that list. They were a stranger that Vee knew very well, a clueless fortune teller. Pretty as a picture, dancing the night away.

Vee felt her cheeks heat up, and she quickly shook her head to try and clear it. She could think about those feelings some other time. Maybe when Luz got back she could give her some advice. For now, she had to focus on getting mom’s car back ho-

Her eyes widened and she shoved her hands into her pocket. She had her phone and… that was it.

”Sho-ot!” she yelled at the sky. The moon looked down on her, it’s cold light coloring every shadow blue. ”Camila still has the car keys!”

Well. That was her good mood ruined. Vee grumbled curses under her breath the entire way back to the town square. The festivities had died down by now, only a few organizers left trying to clean up the worst mess before giving up and going home. She threw the car a dirty look, as if it was its fault that Camila had brought her car keys with her like some kind of responsible adult. Now she’d have to walk all the way home, get the spare, walk back here, and then finally drive the car home.

She stifled a yawn. Maybe she could wait until tomorrow?

Whatever. She had a lot of time to think about what she’d do next.

She walked along the streets of Gravesfield. By now, most trick-or-treaters had trick-or-retreated back home with their bounty. A few jack-o’-lanterns still spread some light onto the streets, alongside the streetlamps and other decorations. The buzz of the last few organizers cleaning up after the festivities at the town square disappeared fast behind buildings as Vee navigated around them.

Her nose was a lot sharper than her ears though and if she took a few deep breaths she could still make out some faint scents in the air. Pumpkin and spice, candy and exhaust fumes from the Haunted Hayride tractor.

In a somewhat ironic twist, because she was so focused on trying to discern those quickly fading smells, she missed the one in front of her. Once she did notice it, she stopped dead in her tracks.

”It’s you!” A voice that was unfortunately familiar to her called out in the night. It was Jacob Hopkins, the man from the Gravesfield Historical Society, standing there, right in front of her.

Vee froze in place. Of course. Of course she had been too optimistic in thinking she wouldn’t have to deal with that man again. When she burst through the doors at the GHS and realized he was gone, she had felt so relieved. Like he couldn’t hurt her anymore. It was foolish, because he was still around. Did she really think he’d move towns because he got kicked out of the history club?

Before she had time to run, Jacob marched up to her.

”It really is you!” he said again. ”I’d recognize those evil eyes anywhere! You’re my demon!” He grabbed her wrist.

”I-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said and struggled to free her hand. She saw his eyes go wide and realized her mistake. ”Let go of me!” she said, this time imitating Willow’s voice, but it was too late.

”Don’t even bother trying to distort you voice, demon!” Jacob spat. ”I see right through your tricks! Where is the poor woman you had enchanted as your thrall? Did you eat her, you vile creature!?”

”No!” Vee cried. Hot tears threatened to flood her eyes, but behind that lied something else deep within her.

All her life she had been a prisoner, fettered, locked up and sealed away. Then she escaped and was on the run, always running. When she came to the Human Realm she was hiding, always terrified of slipping up and exposing herself. She was always ready, should the day come, to run again. Run, flee, hide, survive.

Not anymore. She has a great life here with a family and friends! Not just surviving, she’s living for something now! Who is Jacob to think he could take that from her? Did he really think he had just cornered the only wild animal that wouldn’t bite?

”Let go of me!” Vee repeated, this time with a hiss as she bore her teeth. Her teeth, which now looked less like the relatively dull incisors and vestigial canines of a human, and more like sharp fangs. The skin on her hands and wrists began to change too, hardening into tough scales while her fingernails turned into claws.

Jacob did look a bit worried when he spotted the teeth. But, be it because of bravery or stupidity (though Vee knew what she’d bet on), he didn’t relent. He held steadfast her wrist, intent on not letting his prize catch escape again.

”As if!” he said, while trying to make himself look bigger than he was. ”I’ll never let you go, monster!”

”Hey!” A third voice joined the growing chaos. Both human and demon turned their heads towards the voice, a voice that was familiar to them both, though more so to Vee. Despite the situation she found herself in, the basilisk felt a wave of relief wash over her. Suddenly, she knew things were going to be okay. Because who would come to her rescue other than Reality Check Camps very own Cabin 7?

Marco, dressed as a Frankensteiner, with his distinctive bangs covering his eyes. It was a wonder he saw anything at all, especially on this dim evening.

Samuel, dressed as a werwolf, albeit a werwolf with glasses. Apparently even lycanthropes are subject to bad eyesight.

And finally Masha, dressed as a witch. They were the spearhead of the trio, just as they were at summer camp. Always the first one to get them into trouble, only occasionally the one to get them out of it. This time, they arrived to help Vee out of trouble. It seemed that even though they were now strangers, Cabin 7 still had her back.

”What’s going on here?” Masha shouted, making Jacob flinch. ”Let go of her, you pervert!”

”Wha-no!” Jacob explained. He might’ve been some flavor of crazy, but even Jacob realized how bad things must look from an outsider’s perspective. And even he realized the consequences of that was not something he wanted to deal with. ”Y-you’ve got it around your back foot! This is not what it looks like!”

”Really? How about we call the police and ask them what they think it looks like!?” Masha yelled back. Marco and Sam stood by their sides, ready to back them up if things got ugly… well, uglier.

”I-it’s not like that at all!” Jacob said quickly, very keen on not getting the police involved. He looked around, as if the fuzz were hiding behind the corners, ready to jump him. ”Listen, uh… Sasha? No, no, was it… Vasha…? W-whatever, it doesn’t matter.” He yanked on Vee’s wrist, making her stumble forward.

”This is no mere girl!” he exclaimed. ”This is a demon! She has come from another world and has been living among us humans for months! And now her allies, the witches have come too! I’ve seen them perform their wicked magics! They’re not here right now, they must’ve gone back to their own world, but who knows when they’ll be back? You must help me contain this creature so we can warn the president! We’ll share the fame and fortune! I’ll even let you collab with me on Mewtube once my account gets restored!”

He smiled manically.

”If you don’t believe me, just look at her teeth! Look at her claws!” He held up Vee’s hand in the light of a streetlamp for the three teens to see.

It was a completely normal human hand with the soft nails so typical of humans. Vee smiled nervously, showing off a set of very normal human teeth.

At some point during his little monologue, Vee had realized that the best way out of this situation was to just let Jacob keep talking, so she had retracted her claws and dulled her teeth.

Masha, Samuel, and Marco shared a few glances with each other. Vee knew them well enough to follow along.

”This guy’s a loon,” Marco’s gaze said.

”I know you said he was a nutcase, but I didn’t realize it was this bad,” Samuel’s look said.

”Yeah, even I didn’t think it was this bad,” Masha said with one stare.

Samuel stepped forward.

”You’re crazy,” he said simply. Then he punched Jacob in the stomach.

Jacob made a funny sound as all the air was forcibly evicted from his lungs. He fell to the ground, holding his tummy, letting go of Vee in the process.

”Come on, let’s get away from this creep,” Masha said, taking Vee’s hand. They gently coaxed her into following then, not that Vee needed much convincing. They led her away from the gasping and writhing Jacob while Marco and Samuel stayed behind to make sure he did’t try to follow.

”Hey, I don’t think I got your name before?” Masha asked in what was an obvious attempt to distract Vee from what had just happened. ” We met at the GHS yesterday, remember? I’m Masha. I offered you a tour of the town.”

”Y-yeah, I remember,” Vee said. In the moment, she hadn’t realized just how fast and hard her heart was beating, or how ragged her breath had become. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm down, force her body to stop shaking. The danger was gone, no need for flight or fight right now. ”I’m Vee,” she said, finally remembering that she had to reintroduce herself to the friend that didn’t know her. ”And, uh… as much as I would like that tour, I think I just wanna go home at the moment,” she said in a feeble attempt at levity.

A small smile flashed on Masha’s lips.

”I saw your friends at the Haunted Hayride,” they said. ”I didn’t see you though. Too scary for ya?”

”I was staying home with mom,” Vee said, so focused on trying to stay calm that she let her mouth go on autopilot. It took her a moment to realize the slip-up and try backpedalling. ”Or, uh, I mean… aw, geez, I misspoke, I didn’t mean to say-”

”Hey, hey, calm down, it’s fine,” Masahs interrupted the panicking basilisk. They had reached a car parked in front of some small store. They opened the door to the passenger seat and made Vee sit down. ”Just take it easy. That creep didn’t hit you, did he?”

Vee shook her head and massaged her wrist. She could feel where he had squeezed her, though that wasn’t too bad. She had spent the better part of her first decade and half alive in chains, a little pain in her hands was no biggie. No, the thing that bothered her was that she could feel the smell of him on her. It was like a brand. She couldn’t wait to get home and wash it off her.

”I’m fine,” she said after a while.

”Are you sure?” Masha asked, sounding a bit skeptical. Not unwarranted, most normal people would probably be a bit more shaken than Vee was appearing. They probably thought she was in shock.

”Yeah, I’m sure, I promise.” Vee gave Masha reassuring smile, but not too reassuring. ”He didn’t even grab me that hard. I was just a bit shocked. I mean, this was a lot, even for him.”

”Mmmm…” Masha hummed, their thoughts trailing off. ”I knew the guy was unbalanced, but not that he was this unhinged… what was he even talking about, demons and witches?”

”Haha, yeah, I know.” Vee’s laugh was stilted. ”What a nutcase.”

Marco and Samuel came walking back to the car.

”What a wimp,” Marco said. ”After you left he started crying. I think he’s stilly lying there on the ground.”

”Serves him right!” Samuel spat. ”He should be lucky to get off so lightly.”

”I tied his shoestrings together and threw his wallet up on the closest roof,” Marco added. The two boys hopped into the backseat of the car while Masha made it over to the driver’s seat. ”So he’ll have fun with that for a while.”

Vee couldn’t help but smile, the mental image of Jacob trying to scale a wall and falling down too funny not to laugh at.

”Should we call the police?” Samuel asked.

”N-no,” Vee said quickly. While the police might be interested in finding out that a man tried to abduct a girl, they would also be interested in finding out that said girl seemingly did not exist. ”I don’t think its necessary.”

Vee didn’t know it at the time, but she ended up being right. While trying to get his wallet back, Jacob woke and nearly scared the life out of the poor people living in the house. He ended up getting arrested for trespassing. It remains to be seen if he learned his lesson from that.

”Alright, if you’re absolute sure,” Masha said. ”Let me drive you home at least. Or do you have a ride?”

”I’d appreciate it,” Vee said. ”I, ah… missed my ride home.”

The ride back to the Noceda residence was spent mostly in silence, broken by Vee giving Masha directions when needed. Marco and Samuel also formally introduced themselves, unaware that Vee already knew them very well.

Vee had some time to think during the car ride. When Luz returned from the Demon Realm and reclaimed her life, Vee had stopped hanging out with her old cabin mates. With all the new friends in the house, she hadn’t really had the time to stop and think about how much she missed them. But, now they were together again, yet still separated by this new face and voice… it hit her, all at once. How much she missed them and how much she wanted to spend time with them. But she couldn’t, or… maybe…

”There you go, back home, safe and sound,” Masha said as she pulled up the driveway.

”Wait…” Marco said slowly, scratching his head. ”Isn’t this where Luz lives?”

”Yeah, I live here too,” Vee replied. ”I’m uh… well, you see… it’s complicated, but, ah.. Camila lets me live here.”

Out of the corner of her eye she could spot Masha looking at her. They were clearly remembering the comment Vee made before about her mom. They didn’t say anything.

Vee took a deep breath, gathering up all the courage she had. ”Grow a spine,” was the human saying. Vee was a snake, she had plenty of spine.

”Why don’t you guys come inside?” she said quickly, not giving herself enough time to chicken out. She was going to commit to this now. ”I’d like to give you all a proper ’thank you’ for helping me out.”

There was some hesitation.

”It is getting pretty late and we were supposed to sleep at my parent’s house,” Masha said. ”But I’m sure they’d let us sleep at Mrs. Noceda’s house, right?”

”It should be fine, Samuel said, grabbing his phone to send his parents a text.

Marco shrugged and said ”I don’t care.”

”Sounds like it’s decided!” Ve said, a little too chipper and eager to get them inside. ”Come along!”

She lead them inside the mostly dark house and gestured for them to sit down on the sofa.

”Sit down, sit down, I’ll get snacks,” she said and hurried off to the kitchen. Her friends were left in the dust, looking around the messy living room. It looked like a whirlwind had swept through the house, with boxes of costumes strewn about.

In the kitchen, Vee was washing her hands while trying to work up the courage to go through with this crazy idea.

”Come on, you can do this,” she said while washing the stench of Jacob off her hands. She dried her hands off before gathering the snacks she had promised. This was going to take a while, she might as well give her guests something to chew on while she told them… what she was going to tell them. ”You escaped the emperor’s dungeons and evaded his scouts. You helped fight him tonights for Titan’s sake! You can tell your best friends a secret. It’s not hard. They won’t hate you… yeah! Us weirdos stick together, that’s the Cabin 7 way!”

”Hey, Vee?” Masha interrupted the disguised demon’s personal pep talk and nearly made her shed her skin at record speeds.

”Yes!” Vee almost yelled and spun around. ”Wh-what’s on your heart?”

”Is Luz home?” Masha asked. ”Cause we haven’t talked to her in ages…”

Masha’s usually confident eyes flickered down for a few seconds. It hurt Vee to see them without that characteristic confidence that she admired so much. They must be thinking that their friend Luz had abandoned them, left them for some new, cooler friends.

That sealed it in Vee’s mind. She was going to do this. She might come to regret this immediately afterwards, her friends might hate her, she might have to run and hide again… but she was going to do it. She couldn’t stand lying to them anymore, to cause them any amount of suffering. Not after all the kindness they had done to her.

”Yes… or, no,” Vee said, having taken just a little too long to answer. She grabbed the snacks and lead Masha out the kitchen. ”No, Luz is not home right now. She and Camila are away, it… it was a very sudden thing. Kind of an emergency.”

”…okay?” Masha replied, confusion on their face. They shared another few looks with Marco and Samuel. Vee realized that all things considered, she was acting very suspicious. It was Halloween after all. Someone acting this odd on an evening like this… watching horror films the night before, debating witches and folklore… it’s only natural that the unknown would trouble on a human’s mind.

”I’ll explain, I swear,” Vee assured them, not that it did a whole lot to ease their worried minds. If anything, it just made them more confused as to what was going on. ”But it’s a long story, so you might wanna sit down,” Vee continued and gestured to the sofa. The Cabin 7 Crew collectively hesitated before finally sitting down. Vee dumped the snacks on the coffee table and grabbed a chair for herself.

She felt around in her second stomach. She had absorbed a fair bit of magic from Belos during the fight. Amity and Willow had left plenty of abomination slime and enchanted plants behind. So she had a lot of leftover magic to scarf down on if need be. She could afford to show off a little.

”Have you guys noticed something… off with Luz lately?” she asked. ”In the last two months or so… almost like she became a different person overnight?”

Of course they had noticed, and Vee could tell based on their expressions when she asked that question. She also suspected that they had talked about it with each other. Not only had Luz more or less ghosted them and started hanging out with a bunch of strangers that no one knew, her personality had completely shifted. The Luz they knew from camp was gone… almost as if she had become a different person overnight.

”What I’m about to say next might sound insane, but I can guarantee you it’s the truth,” Vee said. ”All I’m asking is that you listen to me… and maybe don’t be too angry with me… okay?”

More glances were exchanged, glances of confusion and worry.

”Vee… what’s going on?” Samuel was the first one to speak up. ”Is… something wrong with Luz? What happened to her?”

Vee took a few quick, sharp breaths. She was about to go against every instinct in her basilisk brain, instincts ingrained into her very core by countless generations before her. Here goes nothing.

”Luz did become a different person overnight.” Vee was having to force herself not to speak too fast. She enunciated every word, trying to make sure there was no room for misinterpretation. ”Or rather, she became herself. You see, the Luz you met at summer camp wasn’t the real one. It was me. I was disguised as her and took her place. It was an accident, I didn’t mean to, but… well, I think is worked out for the better for both of us.”

Silence. The three Cabin 7 members sat opposed to her stared at her. Confused, bewildered, positively befuddled. Indeed, was this not an incredibly odd thing to be said by someone who wasn’t insane?

”I… don’t get it.” Marco was the first one to speak. ”What do you mean you ’took Luz’ place?’”

”I know it’s probably a bit hard to believe, I mean, me and Luz don’t exactly look or sound alike,” Vee said, a small smile on her lips. ”But what about now?” she said, speaking with the voice of Luz.

The Cabin 7 Crew sat still as rocks while their brains tried to process what was going on.

Vee giggled.

”S-sorry, but you guys look so funny,” she said, sounding exactly like Luz from camp. She stood up from her chair and spun around in place, transforming into a spitting image of Luz. No, not a splitting image, the original image. Because that was Luz from camp. ”How about now? Do you believe me now?”

Masha gripped the armrest of the sofa so hard their nails threatened to rip the fabric.

”Explain,” they demanded. ”Right now.”

”Sure thing, though it’s a long story, which is why I brought snacks,” Vee said, shifting back to her regular human form, but with a slight adjustment to make her ears more obvious. She decided against reverting back to her true basilisk form just yet. It was probably for the better if she eased her friends into it.

She cleared her throat.

”What Jacob said before was true. Well, kinda…’even a broken clock is right twice a day,’ I think the saying goes. There is a world beyond this one. A world of magic, and witches, and demons. Demons like me. I’m a basilisk.”

Masha raised their hand.

”No, you won’t die if you look at my true form,” Vee said.

Masha lowered their hand.

”That was a rumor started by witches because… well, you see, we basilisks eat magic, that’s how I can transform.” Vee paused to think for a second. Her captivated audience waited with bated breaths. ”You know what, this probably isn’t the best order to take things. Let’s start with Luz, on that fateful day while she was waiting for the bus to take her the horrible summer camp. As she stood waiting, she spotted a strange owl which she followed into an abandoned house in the woods…”

The End… or is it?

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Author’s Notes

…even more of them

The Lampman tries not to worldbuild in one of his fanfics challenge. Level: impossible.

Probably my favorite line in this was ”Did he really think he had just cornered the only wild animal that wouldn’t bite?” though the ”trick-or-retreated” line is a close second, I thought I was really clever there.

You might’ve noticed I changed ”Marco” and ”Samuel’s” costumes around. I have a reason for this, but I won’t explain it. You might wonder about the term ”Frankensteiner.” It’s from the books about Nelly Rapp by Martin Widmark (illustrations by Christina Alvner). Nelly Rapp is a monster agent, a person who deals with monsters and other supernatural beings. Her first mission has her take on the cold-hearted debt collector Robert Steen, a Frankensteiner.

A Frankensteiner is basically a Frankenstein’s monster, a human made up from separate parts (it’s a kids book, so they never explain exactly where the separate parts come from). They are often kept isolated from humanity and thus don’t develop a connection between their hearts and minds.

After spying on Robert, Nelly finds out that he has two left feet, and that he must be in constant pain from walking. So she manages to trick him into getting a foot massage. With his pain alleviated, he becomes a better person, even getting engaged with the masseuse.

In the next book, Nelly (with some help from her loyal dog London) cures two werewolves from their lycanthropy with vegetarian sausage, the power of laughter, and a strong lamp.

ANYWAY, one of the things I was very conscious about with this story was trying to make sure every member of the Cabin 7 Crew got to do something. It’d be very easy to have Masha be the only one doing stuff since, you know… they’re the only one with a name. Or personality. Also a ship, and fanfic writers love their ships almost as much as they love putting A Guy in a Situation (did i use this meme right?).

I sometimes steal take inspiration from song lyrics while writing. Usually, this is because I happen to be listening to that song while writing. Living in America by The Sounds doesn’t really have anything to do with anything, but it was on while I was editing, so Masha gets to be ”pretty as a picture, dancing the night away.”

A more obvious example is a few lines I stole borrowed from Fear of the Dark by Iron Maiden. ”Watching horror films the night before, debating witches and folklore, the unknown troubles on your mind.” Great song for driving home from work on a dark autumn evening.

So yeah, I would say this story shaped up pretty well. Let me know what you guys think. until next time, take care of the planet Earth, and remember that anything can happen in space!

#fanfic #fanfiction

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Haytham Kenway NSFW Headcanons 18+

(These are my own NSFW headcanons about this handsome Templar! He’s my favorite Templar in the series! I hope you enjoy!)

A= Aftercare (How they take care of their S/O after their love/sex session)

Haytham will absolutely give you aftercare! After staring at you for longer than he’d like to admit, he would either clean you up with a cloth, or by joining you in a nice bath. He will also leave aside his Templar work for the next day, wanting to spend the night with you as long as possible.

B= Body Part (Their favorite about yours and their own body)

His favorite body part(s) of yours would probably be your lips and your neck, loving that he can kiss them as much as he’d like to. For him, he never thought about it and doesn’t really have a favorite anyway

C= Cum (Where would it go? How dirty can it get to?)

He likes it inside you and on your thighs. He loves to watch you if his cum starts dripping out of you.

D=Dirty Secret (Their secret, secret! (Shhhhh!))

He secretly would like to have a family with you, maybe even marry you. There has been one time where he’s thought of releasing on your stomach and chest as well.

E=Experience (Have they done this before?)

It’s canon that he had experience with Ziio, and he had Connor after all. So, with you, yes, he has done this before and would do it again with you only.

F=Favorite Position (Pretty self explanatory)

His favorite position is the old missionary position. But, in other places, like his comfy chairs or his desk, he wouldn’t mind bending you over or having you on top, but he has to have control.

G=Goofy (Are they funny or serious during sex?)

He is never making jokes or trying to lighten the mood. He’s very serious and intimate during these sessions, even when it gets deeper into teasing madness for you

H=Hair (How well groomed they are, does the bush look like their facial hair; in color?)

He is very well groomed, trying to keep himself clean as possible

I= Intimacy ( How intimate/romantic are they?)

He loves to make actual love to you, being very romantic and a gentleman. Though, sometimes, he can be quite the beast in bed…

J=Jackoff ( Do they do this? How much or how little? Where would they do it?)

He would rather not, thank you very much

K=Kink (Are they? What would they do?)

The only time he got kinky was when he tied you to the bed. He would rather have you be free, but it would take a lot of convincing for him to do it again. Oh yeah, slight breeding and praise kink given to you

L=Location (Where they would do the do)

His favorite places are his bed and his desk. Sometimes, he would like to do it beside his fireplace, on the floor or on his chair.

M=Motivation (What turns them on)

Sitting on his lap, mainly. He also gets horny over your style of manner, such as battling some British regulars, or winning an argument with your fellow Templars.

N=NO (Things they will NOT do!)

He will never, ever, ever, ever, EVER, want to hurt you physically or mentally. Don’t tell him to hurt you, he won’t. He also won’t do public sex, either. Semi-public… ehhh possibly. Lots of convincing and maybe for a quickie

O=Oral (Do they like it? Receiving or Giving?)

He likes both receiving and giving. If he’s horny and wants a quickie, he would prefer receiving, if he’s horny and you’re alone in his room, it depends on the place you do it. On the desk, he gives; on the bed, he wants to receive then give as a reward for your good work.

P=Pace (Are they nice and slow, rough and fast, or in between?)

He mainly is nice and slow, focusing on loving you and showing you how much he does. He’s rough and fast when he has some things on his mind, worries, and during quickies. He can be nice and rough during love sessions if you ask him to.

Q=Quickie (Do they like quickies?)

He does like them, but it’s not often. They’re mainly on his desk when he has to go somewhere soon.

R=Risk ( How Risky can they be?)

He doesn’t take risks in love, and prefers to be on the safe side.

S=Stamina (How long can they go?)

He can go for a long round, minimum of 20 minutes.

T=Toy (Modernized)

Modern wise and his time wise, no.

U =Unfair (Do they tease, how unfair can they be?)

Oh honey, he can be such a tease. He would lick you and finger you one second, waiting for you to get close to your climax, but then pull out at the last second, having this small, sexy bastard smirk. He would only go back if you beg enough, and/or just give him puppy or kitty eyes, he falls for those easy.

V=Volume (How loud are they?)

He isn’t very loud at all. Just the occasional grunts and panting which are so deep and sexy and hot to hear just by you.

W=Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

Mr. Kenway can definitely be a dilf, so bad. So can his dad, and somewhat Connor. Runs in the family and Desmond’s ancestry.

X= X-Ray (What’s it like down there?)

It’s not really big to be a scary thing for you to handle, don’t worry. But he’s still… ahem… large. When erect, it’s about 10 inches (American length)

Y= Yearning (How High is their sex drive)

It can be quite high, due to all the stresses of keeping his job intact and the people around him he deals with everyday, so he relives it with you. Sometimes, he just wants to hold you and love you without taking off any clothes or his pants.

Z= Zzz… (Sleep)

There is sometimes where you will have a kiss Goodnight and he immediately falls asleep, but then there’s sometimes when he waits for you to sleep, then sleeps himself. The bathing helps him when he’s not that sleepy yet.

#assassins creed 3 #haytham kenway #assassin's creed #oc tag #headcanon #why am i like this #this man #not safe for minors #i swear #i love him #18+ only #he’s so fine #he’s so handsome #he’s so sexy #ack

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got this a few days ago but was in academic paper hell, so i'm sorry for the delay! thanks for the tag, @clandestinegardenias and @sunlaire!

do you make your bed? i definitely should, and i absolutely do not lol

what's your favorite number? i've had a personal fondness for 13 ever since i was a kid, but i also really enjoy the number 117. for nerd reasons

what is my job? that's. a moving target tbh. during the school year, i worked as a TA at my university, while working weekends at a coffee shop as a baker. now that it's summer, i'm going to have to get a second job, but the jury's still out on what that's going to be.

if you could go back to school would you? i am currently in school, and i'm hoping to get a PhD, so i don't think i'll be going back to school right now, lol. but in a hypothetical future, just to do whatever? absolutely. i would get another bachelors in neuroscience or some other field of biology, probably for medical research.

can you parallel park? absolutely. but i fuckin hate it, lol, and being on the road makes me nervous, so i avoid it at all costs. but i can do it

a job you had that would surprise people? dunno if i have anything in my history that has been surprising. i guess the lab technician one is kind of the outlier.

do you think aliens are real? yeah, but it's probably microbial life of some sort.

can you drive a manual car? i learned the basics, but all i can really do is drive in circles in a parking lot in second gear. my mom tried to get me to drive it on the road and i got scared, lol, so i never fully learned how to do it.

what's your guilty pleasure? honestly it's TV from the 70s. begrudgingly i have to admit i like CHiPs. Emergency! is a non-guilty pleasure, though. love that one with my whole heart. but a lot of older stuff has some... pretty not great politics involved, but i still really enjoy them. also have to admit that i really like those terrible Dan Brown movie adaptations, lol

tattoos? i want at least 3 and have plans, but i haven't found an artist yet to get them. but i don't have any as of yet.

favorite color? tbh it depends on my mood. the goth in me says that it's a deep burgundy or a velvety black, but really deep greens or very vivid sky blue is also very good. saturated jewel tones as a color class are my jam, i guess.

favorite type of music? this is a cruel question to ask me. i have so many. i've been on a real rammstein/alt metal/nu-metal kick lately, but i also really go for folk, hard rock, prog rock, and 1980s new wave music. but i'll listen to just about anything. if i'm going for orchestral music, i have to say minimalism all the way. i adore the work of philip glass and arvo part

do you like puzzles? absolutely, in any form. jigsaw puzzles are really soothing and engaging, but i also adore puzzle games. i've revisited the Portal franchise lately, and i have a game series called The Room (not the movie...) that's only a series of puzzles. they can be frustrating, but i adore them

any phobias? i am a deeply anxious person, but i am petrified of fire. it's kind of unreasonable. bugs and germs also make me lock up really hard, too, even though i can rationalize my way through them. but all of them freak me out really badly.

favorite childhood sport? oh it was definitely competitive swimming. soccer was really really fun, but i miss being on the swim team. though i did like 5 sports growing up and truly would just love to have joints that would let me do any of them again

do you talk to yourself? oh yeah. internal and external monologue, baby. my college friends got to be on a call yesterday and listen to me talk my way through editing papers, lol. i talk to myself while doing laundry, cleaning, just walking through the house or from my car to my place. truly, i never shut up

what movie(s) do you adore? there are a lot, honestly. Castle in the Sky, Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, Crimson Peak, Pacific Rim, The Nice Guys, and For A Few Dollars More are probably the movies i've watched the most. also literally any Dan Bluth film. the animation is always so gorgeous

coffee or tea? definitely tea. i love herbal teas, but i can't do caffeine, so like. there are only so many things i can drink now, lol

first thing you wanted to be growing up? paleontologist. hands down. i wanted to be a paleontologist from age like 6 until 15 or 16. then i had to do a research project on what jobs are growing and found out there aren't many job openings. so i pivoted to music. and then music academia. lol. lmao (i say it cynically, but i genuinely love what i'm doing, it's just funny to me)

this was lengthy, but if you want to participate, consider yourself tagged!

#thank you for tagging me!! this was fun! sorry for the delay though i was. so fuckin busy this week lol #i am chronically indecisive lol so a lot of these are not really like. precise #OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE MYSELF I FORGOT TO MENTION PUBLIC SERVICE BROADCASTING AS A BAND. OUGH.#i love their music. i was listening to their song 'go!' as a celebration for finishing my work #their whole album 'the race for space' is based on audio recordings from various points during the space race. please listen to them

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cooliofango · 2 years

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My Favorite Comfort

Art by BlueyCapsules on Twitter

Jeremy Fitzgerald x GN! Reader

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This is actually an idea I had and wrote on Instagram but I have decided to transfer it here and expand the idea and make it more detailed so it’ll be more enjoyable~ That and I wanna give my favorite character some lovin- he hasn’t gotten any yet as far as I’ve been writing for BlueyCapsules and I am disappointed in myself 😔

Anyway- 😂 Enjoy!

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The room grew darker by the second as the sun began to set, casting an orangey pink color within the room and through the blinds that hung in front of your bedroom window. It set the perfect mood for the comfortable evening you were sharing with your clingy and tired boyfriend. He had came over wanting to hang out after work, but it turned into a giant cuddling session that led to him being the most comfortable he has been in a very long time.

It was a little amusing thinking back on the days within your childhood where you used to be terrified of the dark. Not being able to see in front of you wasn’t fun and this made you on edge whenever the lights had turned off. You would bother your guardian to turn the hall or bathroom light on whenever you would go to bed for the night. Now that you had grown older, you had gotten used to sleeping in the dark. What made it even better to sleep so comfortably in the darkness was when you had the blonde Californian man you loved to lay with you.

Usually, you were the one cuddled up to him in his arms. This time, it was the other way around. Jeremy wasn’t asleep, though his eyes were closed. You held him close as his head rested against your chest. Your chin was gently rested on top of his messy blonde strands- his red Freddy hat was on the bedside table. A soft smile was on his lips, allowing you to know his comfortable stare at the current moment. It was always the comfort of others- specifically you- that allowed him to ease his mind.

You see, work has been stressful lately, which had originally led him to come to your place that afternoon. It was a lot of back and forth for him today. Back and forth to deal with cleaning up spills, tending to customers, helping his coworkers with the kids… it wasn’t easy. But he was so glad to be able to come to here here. This cuddling session was much needed for him and you were glad to provide. A plus side to this was that it was finally the weekend, giving him the opportunity to relax.

His arms were wrapped securely around your waist and his face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Every now and then, he would breath in your scent. To him, it smelled like vanilla- which makes sense due to the lotion you would use every now and then. It eased him further against your body. Your body warmth also eased his mind and body, causing him to basically cling to you like a koala baby to its mother.

Honestly, you were really relieved that he was so relaxed right now. He worried you sometimes. The situation before now was no exception. When he had arrived earlier, he looked so utterly exhausted. There were almost eye bags under his eyes too..! You placed a soft kiss on top of his head, meaning for it to be one soft enough to not bother him. And yet, he hummed, looking up at you. It was slowly getting harder to see as the room grew darker by the minute with the sun setting beyond the horizon.

“(Y/N)?” Jeremy murmured sleepily. A soft chuckle slipped past your lips. “Sorry, Jere… didn’t mean to bother you.” He stared blankly for a moment before blinking out of the slight daze he was in from nearly passing out before. “No no- it’s fine~! I hope I’m not getting too heavy on you.” Jeremy snuggled into your body once again as a wave of exhaustion washed over him once again.

“If you want, you can stay over here instead of that small apartment or your truck.” Your suggestion caused Jeremy to release a sigh of content. “I’d love that…” He yawned after saying that. You both turned in your sides as to not accidentally have him crush you in both of your sleeps. The blonde’s arms remained around your waist, of course. Why wouldn’t that? He wasn’t going anywhere. Not when his favorite soccer or comfort was in his arms.

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HAAAAAHHHHH. SHORT. BUT. It’s something at least 😂 wrote this half asleep so sorry if there are any mistakes! Msg me if you ever see one that I can correct.

#oneshots #requests open #reader insert #blueycapsules #blueycapsules x reader #oneshot #one shot #one shots #reader inserts #blueycapsules jeremy #jeremy fitzgerald #jeremy fitzgerald x reader #jeremy x reader

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ladydragonkiller · 1 year

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Hello again! My previously mentioned travels have indeed been long and hard. I'm quite glad they're over, and that I'm healing. A fresh loaf of bread sounds lovely- I don't believe I've ever actually had fresh bread. Though, your face and company would be much lovelier, of course.

Ice cream and walks are always fun. I've been meaning to visit a custard shop in my post of town. My high school friend and carpool ride would take me there often, so it's quite nostalgic. On top of just having good food, hah.

Hoorah for a college deposit! I hope your major will be just as interesting and passion-sparking as you dream. Hoorah, as well, for knitting progress! Sometimes a shift in projects is what we need to see the old one with fresh eyes and motivation.

For armor, I do wish I actually had any, but alas. Instead, I alternate gender neutral dressed-up looks and incredibly camp outfits. Think Ashes vs Marius; those are about my two moods, when I'm not just in a t-shirt and jeans around the house.

For your next question.. If you were a candle, what would your fragrance be? Bonus points if you can give it a flashy name, or assign yourself a color as well.

- Mysterious Knight

to have never had fresh bread. . .this is a tragedy on the grandest of scales, and i wish dearly i could actually remedy it. fresh bread is to packaged bread as a warm, solid hug is to a high five. put a little butter and honey on it and ough. . .top ten snacks that connect you to humanity throughout history. my face and company pale in comparison (though i'm happy to provide the latter, even if the former is a tad more exclusive)

i adore both ice cream and walking, and am intrigued by this custard. some ice creams are made from a base of stirred custard, is it like that? or is it denser custards served not frozen, like puddings or flan or creme brulee?

thank you for both your hoorahs! i would like to give you two in return, to be used whenever you need a boost of good cheer

those fashions both sound lovely! ashes and marius are certainly fantastic and, perhaps, eclectic when compared to the usual style, choices (but if you aren't a little eclectic then you aren't really living life). and a t-shirt and jeans is classic, certainly what i default to some days.

see, there's a conundrum here. i would go for some classic baked good (apple pie maybe, or fresh bread) scent, but those always end up seeming over powering and saccharine. i tend to prefer lighter scents, like "fresh cotton" or "spruce forest" and the like, but those don't quite seem to capture my essence as i see it.

additionally, i have a hard time narrowing myself down to any one thing. though theoretically i would know myself best, i'm hardly at an objective distance to declare my own signature candle. can i be trusted to accurately judge the ratio of smells? unlikely

that said, i do deeply enjoy the smell i get in my room when i've opened the windows for the first time each spring. it's similar to sheets that have been dried on a clothesline, which is similar to sheets that have been sitting in a clean linen closet for a while. very light, and it reminds me of a breath of fresh air and the feeling of settling into bed knowing the sun will rise bright tomorrow.

For your question (one i've asked the cowboy before, but i think it's important enough to bear the shame of repetition): what's your favorite baked good?

#asks #mysterious knight

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Another night me and James have an activity! We are on our way home from Julien's concert at ottobar and it was excellent. I had a great time. I am glad we went. Event if I fell apart a little on the way there. I got overtired and got upset. But things are okay now. Soon we will be home and I can get some sleep.

Today was a very good day though. For like 99% of I was in a great mood. I did wake up pretty tired but I knew if I slept later then 930 I would be miserable. So I got up and I got dressed in cozy clothes.

I had popcorn for breakfast. Made Dr pepper with the soda stream. The new air we got is working great. And I worked on cleaning the apartment.

I spent an hour vacuuming and swiffering and spraying things down. I could have spent more time on the baseboards and stuff but that's alright. I got some of the fish off at least. I also had to empty the vacuum twice. No idea why it's so dusty in the apartment right now but whatever.

After that I would jump into embroidery. I got the next couple days done so I wouldn't feel rushed while I was busy with work. I am not as happy with the color pallet and will for sure need a brighter color for the next couple. To balance everything out.

I would work on my crochet. But before that I made a very excellent cake in our le cruset. And while it does take forever to cook a cake in it it does come out great every time. I was very pleased.

While that was baking I did one more row fory crochet squares blanket. A few of the squares are very short and look ridiculous. But hopefully I'll be able to fix it with the next row. It took a while though to get the whole thing together.

Once the cake came out of the oven I used the still warm oven to make freezer fries. Which were great. And then got in bed to keep whip stitching my crochet.

My allergies kicked off around this time. And I felt very bad. I kept telling st Sweetp to leave me alone but he didn't listen even when I pulled out the microphone mom got us. He just wanted to be all up on my face.

I wanted to sleep but I couldn't stop sneezing so that wasn't happening. James was soon home and would make us a pizza. I tried to rest but no actual sleep. But I was to tired to do anything so I just got really sad. And then I thought we were leaving at 7. So I was ready to go but then we werent leaving until closer to 8 so I was all thrown off. Which made me miserable to James.

But we would be okay. When we did finally leave we talked through my upset feelings. And when we got to ottobar we ran into some people we know and Katie and George and Anne and Tucker. And honestly it was a great show. The first act was lyricless but very trumpet heavy. The second act had a girl singer and it was a creamy and great.

And then Julien was up. His first headliner show?! And it sounded excellent. The philly show was fun but it was so loud o could barely understand anything. But this was really good and I really had fun.

At first we were standing and I did not like that. Once we found a table and chairs I was much more comfortable. Cody, the Cody from camp, joined us at the table. And I had a great view. Though I spent a lot of the show scrolling on Tumblr. This was not because I wasn't enjoying it. I just really struggle to focus. Which is why I had the crochet with me yesterday. But I had an excellent time.

We stayed to the last song and the encore. Which was soft snd lovely. And then we were out.

We just arrived home. And I am going to take a shower. I am going to quickly wash my hair but who knows if I'll dry it all the way. I just know I will be really unhappy tomorrow if I don't wash it tonight.

Tomorrow I have my next cymzia shots. My belly has been super itchy since then so I'm going to ask if that is a side effect I should report. And besides groceries there isn't a ton for me to do. Which is very nice. I hope I feel good tomorrow. I hope you do as well.

Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourself!

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Weekly assignments books and assignments thank goodness for the public library , you could go in there and make anything of yourself sometimes the world is going to discourage you and beat you down badly that's when I read books like Battlefield of the mind by Joyce Meyer let that my armor and only weapon is the word of faith and hope keep going you could of been addicted to drugs and nicotine for 30 to 40 years and feel you never will win that battle against it their is hope God or a life of God is that hope Joshua 24 : 24 as for me and my house we will serve the Lord you could be a stay at home mom returning to work I know you got transferrable skills don't be afraid to put it on your cover letter and resume and keep a expecting attitude I expect to get this job , this house , this career because I live a clean safe life and I follow God through the scriptures or my minister any minster and I use all my energy to better myself and my situation and I read Peter 1 and 2 in the bible , Timothy , Corinthians those the books that mature you as a safe person in this world read it those books and transform and renew your mind to his mind that is a fresh start for us that has been sitting in prison or being discriminated against their is hope you just gotta believe and meditate on God's words and his promise for you and your family and stay in the word keep the faith and have extreme patience tolerance with life and the hard times and don't let that steal your joy , homeschool yourself teach yourself skills and what a Christian really is or even what being a Muslim really means if that is your faith and watch you have a much better life anyway my Library looks like this HBCU even all colors and shades of people can go there and learn their is no restriction on any human being , what I'm saying is to transform your neighborhood and house a place for adult continuing education courses learn skills , learn the game of life , classism and even teach your kids or your grand kids but make your home a place of warmth and comfort in getting your education and God first place in your life a stable foundation for a blessed and prosperous life for you and your family , wish you luck 🍀 NYU style for all New Yorkers even the hood .

Go enjoy yourself at my library in the heart of New York City and learn study and grow into a professional person from any background and personal history and make yourself into the great person you want to be at my library . Thank you to the greater people of New York City . Get your education and live a good sound and healthy , wise and civilized life in New York City , thank you so much .

Hope , I actually say honestly my life turned out for the better now I got the best list of accomplishments and New York City accomplishment and I own a hospital and a library and I'm eternally grateful from the bottom of my heart I say thank you to my sponsors and donors even they couldn't be here with us to enjoy their gift let us celebrate and get along as New Yorkers and the great hospitality .

Good program , I believe in myself this is the year my social media ranting stops and I calm and chill around good people

Like this girl I picked as my New Yorker of the week from my library in New Yorker pretty cool person I like her she is cool , funny and friendly you should get to know her she's great and introduced me to Joyce Meyer that is major my curse is wearing off now so I should be normalized soon and of a sound mind and common decency very soon thanks to good people like Shanette .

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You know yesterday was a very bad angry mood day for me I almost got arrested and I curse a woman out verbally that I like as my friend we cool she don't talk as much and she gave me some guidance basically she introduced me to Joyce Meyer she get her props for that very major and told me who it is clearly that is provoking me and harassing me making go off like that with the mind control and the controlling me I said some harsh things to her I regret it's just that it is like I'm in the library my library right that means message to self I'm a book reader a learner that is my lifestyle now I really really know that about me now I like her voice it gives me a sense of calm the way she is and what she is about and how she is make me want to truly enjoy my library and just being on her floor the 2nd floor nevermind if she have a boyfriend that is not my question and my worry I'm just like thank you it is good to be around somebody so intelligent and quiet very good thanks I like the ambience around you it has 7 floors with the Amy's Cafe on the 7th floor then my floor my personal floor named after me the 5th floor and was given to me by Nicki Minaj and Drake the rapper gave me that library to say too me you got left back in life why don't catch up on your education and get some job skills so it is like okay it's cool but the crowd they mess with is like different from me and hard for me right now to get along with sometimes but it's cool they gave me well no lie 100 percent true I got my own library in New York City and I can be anything I want and get everything I want with the right education I went off the story I just wanted to say to Shanette yes I know your name the tech girl I'm saying sorry and because of that I'm going to be more accepting of cool people the quiet people , she is a book reader like me so we friends she don't know it yet but we are friends nah she set me out and helped me out my bad I mean I consider you a friend of mines I like you , Shanette is her name she is pretty cool to me it's good to have people that care in your life you could meet her you will love her and the environment and she is my New Yorker of the week choice of the week she is a good person you can talk too if your computer is giving you problems she knows how to fix that stuff that is cool and I wonder if she know I own the building it's sick no lie I walk in there and it's like they gave me a building on 5th Avenue New York City wow amazing it's nice clean and the people treat you good they got stuff for the kids the kids love it they be running around having fun and they have story time it's amazing they gave me a library where New York City kids get to go play at I'm like wow good for them it is good to see the kids happy and with their mom and dad hearing the best stories from costumed people making them laugh and dance that's cool and I think I told you I got my GED out of there on the humble like I just wanted it and I studied for it myself and got my GED of course I read every GED preparation book subject and I taught myself math , reading comprehension , social studies reading , language arts , the harder subjects and got my GED I can do it anybody can do it and then to turn around they give me the same library I got my GED from is great the people there is lovely I'm interested in getting to know some of the other librarians that work there they come from all back Asian Americans , Russians , white girls umm nice you could look , anyway I just wanted to share that story with you about my New Yorker of the week you could go meet them and relax and enjoy the company of good people that's why I love my library thanks for letting me share that story with you .

I will fix your window mom by getting my life together I miss you mom and love you mom laughter I will see you soon , I love you mom seriously gotta say that and I will buy you a gift soon I miss your home cooking mom so things are going back to normal between us I love you mommy and see you soon . Everything can go back to normal all problems are fixed and let's respect each other from now on and respect boundaries I'm good with the drama and critics attached to me I said no I don't need it no thank you .

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i-just-wanna-be-fuckin-happy · 10 months

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A List of EASY, Not-Horrible Ways to Keep Your Home DPR (Dinner-Party Ready)

Always make the bed before you leave the house. Going on a trip and dragging yourself out of bed to make your early flight? Make the bed. Hungover and just not in the mood? Make the bed. Running late to work? Make the fucking bed! Just throw the duvet up toward the pillows and be done with it. You have time! Coming home to an unmade bed is unsettling and easily avoidable. Make the bed for a week straight, and I dare you not to feel better about life in general.

Clean the bathroom sink every day. EVERY DAY? Yes. Just keep a delicious Mrs. Meyer’s surface cleaner (rn I’m using “Rosemary”) in the cabinet, and spritz, baby, spritz. It takes like ten seconds. I like to do this at night before I go to bed so that in the morning I wake up to a nice smell and a clean sink. It’s a small thing, but what a way to start your day!

Clean up the party at the party, BUT not in an insane way. This is controversial, but as a party is winding down, start to put dirty glasses in the dishwasher, make sure trash is being put in the actual trash can, and when your friends offer to help clean, never decline. I’m sorry, but you’re not Emily Post. You have nothing to prove. This is not 1920, and good housekeeping is not the only way to prove your worth. Put your friends to work.

Don’t treat your dining room table like a landing zone. Same goes for the kitchen table, the coffee table, the TV dinner tray, or any other flat surface on which you might be tempted to “temporarily” store things. This is not a purgatory for your groceries. I always set up ceramics on the dining room table in a pretty display so I’m not tempted to clutter it up. You won’t be throwing a phone book (yes, someone is still sending me a phone book!), lightbulbs, and that package you must return to Amazon onto your dining room table if on it there is a delightful display of colorful ceramic plates you bought in Mexico City.

Upgrade the basics. Do you know why families (not mine) pass down silverware and crystal and fine china? One, because of weird customs having to do with dowries and “hope chests” and other unpleasant things, but, two, because it’s nice to sit down to a pretty display when you eat. If you were not lucky enough to inherit a special set of plates for holiday meals, might I suggest you go and buy your own? Maybe Goodwill has some pretty floral ones you can mix and match. They don’t have to be expensive; they just have to make you feel special. I upgraded my paper napkins to Japanese textile pieces. They weren’t costly, but they are very me and I love them. I made my place mats by hand-dyeing squares of linen in indigo. The whole project cost maybe fifteen dollars, but every time I set the table I think, How lovely.

Set the table for one. I often eat dinner alone, and I go all out. I’m talking lit candles, a place mat, napkins, silverware, flowers on the table, Ella Fitzgerald playing in the background. If it’s so nice to set the table for guests, why wouldn’t I enjoy the same experience?

Put things away after you use them. I know. Duh. I’m sure your parents told you that a million times. Actually, I’m not sure, because I wasn’t told that. But! If you put your stuff away right after you use it, you can avoid a mess and, even more important, losing things. When I’m done with my rose-gold pen, it goes in its place of honor in my desk drawer. When I’m done with my journal in the morning, it goes straight back into my bedside table. My purse always goes on the little shelf next to my bedroom door. It’s so much easier to know where your things are when you intentionally put them away.

The moment you are back from a trip, unpack. I KNOW. IT’S HORRIBLE. But it works. Within an hour of being at home, even if my flight got in late, even if I had to drive all day to get back, I unpack my bag. Because otherwise, I might never unpack. To help, I keep my dirty laundry from the trip in a pretty travel bag that reads “Please Wash Me” and closes with a big black bow. I keep my underwear in another bag with the words “On Vacation” embroidered in pink. I can easily chuck these cute, presorted little bags into where they belong: the laundry hamper.

Give yourself one corner of disorganization. But I’m talking one corner. A small one. Sometimes, you just don’t know what to do with a broken record player that you know you could get fixed one day. And what about the plastic container full of pictures from high school and letters from your grandmother? Someday I will make a scrapbook, but for now, I have a corner in my home office, hidden by a sofa, where my disorganization lives. It’s about two feet by two feet of stuff I’m just not sure how to handle. While Marie Kondo might say I am living in chaos and the absence of joy, I’m telling you, I feel no less blissful about my life because of it. Of all the things to feel bad about in my life, I am not letting a tiny bit of disorganization be one of them. Sorry, Marie. You can’t make me feel guilty. Not today.

Forgive yourself if your home is not DPR. I was not born into a DPR home, nor did I take pride in maintaining one until I was almost thirty. It took me that long to value how awesome-pinch-me-YES-amazing it feels to live in a place you fucking love. Start small. Don’t get overwhelmed thinking that EVERYTHING HAS TO BE PERFECT. It doesn’t; who said that? Put the plate in the dishwasher, return your running shoes to the bedroom closet (how did they make it into my home office?!), throw away that crazy-long CVS receipt-slash-coupon you’re never actually going to use, and move on with your day.

Don’t worry, I’m still learning too.

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