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hiiii :3 i’m a VERY silent reader (i’m terrified of my irls finding me on this god forsaken app) but i just love your writings so much so i had to participate in the agust event!!!!
childhood bffs yoongi x reader smut where they’re definitely probably too close, way closer than bffs should be anyways. reader goes to yoongi one night complaining bc no matter what she does, she just can’t cum! good thing yoongi’s actions speak louder than words <3
pls pls pls get totally creative w this, i love ur brain sm and i love seeing what you come up with!!!
❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader
❀ Summary: Yoongi has always been your closest friend, but it’s always been a little closer than everyone else. He takes it one step further, offering to address a silly little problem for you.
❀ Word Count: 2,320
❀ Genre: Friends to something more, PWP
❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
❀ Warnings: Explicit language, some feelings of insecurity but like barely, talking about orgasm struggles, explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering, nipple stimulation, a hint of choking, a lot of sucking on neck/throat, nipple play, mostly reader getting finger blasted sdfnodsifgj, reader is completely naked and Yoongi is still clothed, mentions of oral (f. receiving), a little bit of cum eating
❀ Published: August 23, 2022
❀ A/N: Okay so this was supposed to be posted way earlier than 10:30 PM EST but I completely forgot I had this sitting and waiting to post (it was a long day) but HERE IT IS!!! I love the idea of Yoongi casually just being like yeah I’ll get you to come or whatever, let’s do it sdfjdfogijdfrgi thank you so much for being a reader and requesting something - silent or talkative reader, I'm just happy you're here and that you enjoy my writing! Thank you for being here.
❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
| Masterlist | Ask | Hali’s Happy Agust |
“You what?” You ask Yoongi, breath shaky. “Don’t play around like that, it’s not very funny.”
It’s rare that you can’t tell if Yoongi is making a joke or not. Though his humor is quiet like the night sky outside and soft like the sweater he’s draped in, you know Yoongi. Know him well enough to detect the subtle notes of a joke in his hushed words, know to listen amid the loud voices of your friends for a quiet jest, spoken softly just for you.
Now, though, you’re a little unsure.
Everyone has said for years that your friendship with Yoongi is too friendly. You vehemently disagree: affection between friends should be encouraged and treasured. Being able to platonically hold hands, share beds, and offer physical affection isn’t something reserved for lovers. You adamantly believe in this - always have.
But… it is different with Yoongi. You think about how you always hold Taehyung’s hand, how you let him curl into your side during movies, or how he nests in your bed when he grows too tired for parties. Taehyung is particularly affectionate, but it does feel different.
“Let me make you cum,” Yoongi repeats, as though he’s reflecting on the weather outside. He’s on his knees on the couch next to you, hands resting in his lap. “No one should have to go through their adult life without partners making them cum.”
You roll your eyes. “Plenty of people can’t cum for a number of reasons, Yoongi.”
“Okay, that’s fair. Let me try anyway.”
“Why do you care?”
He tilts his head. “Because you’re you. And I’m good at making people cum. It feels like an obvious answer.”
“We’re best friends.”
“My point exactly. Look, if I’ve made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry, I-”
You shake your head and wave him off. “No, I just. Didn’t expect the offer and it made me nervous.”
“Nervous how?”
Letting out a long exhale, you rest your head on the back of the couch and look up at the ceiling. Your warm mug of tea is abandoned and the drama on the TV plays on, silent in the background. You chew the inside of your cheek, wondering how to string your words together.
With anyone else, you’d feel embarrassed or nervous. With Yoongi, your anxiety is significantly less. Even if you speak the words on your mind, you’re sure it won’t change things. You’ve been through your fair share of oversharing, never shamed, never turned away.
It’s how you started this conversation about your sex life in the first place.
So you decide to be honest.
“Nervous like, I’m into it and I want to try it out, but I don’t want it to make our dynamic weird.”
“It’s not weird for me if it’s not weird for you. I’m sorry I offered so bluntly.”
Your lips twitch and you reach out, taking his hand in yours. Yoongi has beautiful hands. Long fingers with knobby knuckles, blunt nails and gentle fingertips, calloused palms. You’ve mapped the structure of his palm hundreds of times, know the shapes of the lines on them, and watched a palm reader chart the stars on them.
Yoongi’s hands are where you’re safest.
“Don’t apologize, you didn’t violate a boundary.” His mouth is soft when he smiles, his eyes are dark when he watches you. He’s so pretty. A soft thing with round cheeks, kind eyes, and gentle smiles. Quiet. Confident. “You really wanna try?”
Yoongi’s grin turns feral. “I do.”
“Alright.”
It starts with him leading you to your room, hand holding yours gently. It starts with a shy smile and hungry eyes, Yoongi watching you as you sit on the edge of your bed, unsure and giving him a questioning gaze. His hands are confident when he makes you move backward, shuffling until you’re in the middle of your bed on your back.
Yoongi joins you on the bed, kneeling next to you. He watches as he reaches out, brushing his fingertips over your thigh. His touch is featherlight, making you shiver. He doesn’t do anything but this at first, tracing the shape of your clothed hip, up the sides of your rips, under the curve of your breast.
Your breath catches, fixated on Yoongi as he outlines your curves. His eyes flicker to your face, drinking in your expression when he draws his fingers over the swell of your tits and over your nipple. The stimulation is barely there but it spikes. You inhale sharply and he smirks as he keeps going, brushing over your throat, and under your jaw, feeling your pulse.
“Pretty,” he murmurs. He takes you by the chin, thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “What do you like?”
It’s hard to answer. Yoongi’s hand leaves your mouth and trails back down to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat but doesn’t squeeze. It’s a barely-there ghost of a grip and he raises his eyebrow. You nod, unable to string together an answer. He squeezes gently before continuing his exploration downward again.
Your tongue is heavy in your mouth. This Yoongi is one you’ve never experienced. He’s quiet as always, but the silence is heavier. Pointed. He bites his bottom lip a little as he passes your stomach and dips between your legs, pressing against your clothed cunt.
“Yeah?” he asks when your hips twice.
You feel heat lick through you, pooling between your legs. Your fingers twist in the sheets in anticipation. Heat pulses from your pussy, panties getting damp and Yoongi’s has barely touched you. It’s the way he looks at you, the way he presses his thumb against your swelling clit.
“Yeah,” you breathe, voice watery. “I’m pretty into it.”
“I can tell,” he teases. He leans down, keeping one hand between your legs, gently applying pressure and circling his fingers as his lips search for yours. “You’re already wet, huh?”
Yoongi doesn’t let you answer. His lips capture yours and you sigh into his mouth, hands coming up automatically to wrap around his neck. It feels so natural. His hair is soft between your fingers and his mouth is warm, tasting faintly of the peppermint tea he drank earlier.
Kissing Yoongi is heady. He controls the kiss, keeping the pace slow as if he’s savoring you. Your thighs close around his hand as he presses through your shorts harder. When he introduces his tongue to your mouth, it takes your breath away.
Breaking the kiss, Yoongi mouths at your jaw. You arch into him, running your hands down his chest, feeling the warm skin beneath his sweater. One of your hands goes to his wrist pressed into the mattress by your head, holding onto him, the other goes to his hand between your legs, laying your fingers on his, pressing.
He hums, the buzz of his mouth against the underside of your jaw maddening. Together, you peel your shorts down your legs. Yoongi shuffles closer to you, your thigh pressed against his as he continues to kneel next to you, heat radiating from his body.
Yoongi traces the trim of your panties. You watch him, your mouth parted as you breathe unsteadily. He is solely focused on you. You can feel the slick sticking to the silk, watching as he drags a finger near your hip, his touch tantalizing.
Maybe this is what you were missing. Yoongi takes his time, dragging out the feeling of his hands on you. Works you up as he removes your shirt and bra next. You feel drunk on him already, nipples pebbling in the cold room. His nails scratch lightly up your stomach to your chest. He smirks as he traces slow, lazy circles around your nipples, eyes glancing up to watch your expression.
“Why?” you ask, hissing at the light stimulation. You want more.
“No one is in a rush,” he mutters. His voice is low, raspy. “Are you?”
When you shake your head, he smiles, pinching a nipple between two fingers. A curse drips from your mouth and your hips buck. You close your eyes, letting Yoongi tweak one nipple then the other, letting him guide you through. The stimulation feels good - otherworldly, even, when he bends down and flicks the tip of his tongue over one playfully.
“No,” you sigh. “Not in a rush.”
His teeth scrape your sensitive bud and your head rolls back, pushing into the mattress. “Good. Relax, let me take care of you.”
Tension melts out of your body. You didn’t realize you were so tense until he pointed it out. You let yourself sink into the feeling of Yoongi sucking gently on the peak of your right nipple while his thumb brushes back and forth over the other. The stimulation feels good, your head lolling to the side as you breath shakily.
Yoongi is slow. He takes his time running his tongue across your chest, air cooling is spit as he goes. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your cunt throb for attention. He notices, nipping his way back up to your neck as he slides a hand down between your legs, pressing your panties into your sticky folds.
“Fuck,” you sigh. He nuzzles your neck, tongue swipe over the sensitive spot of your throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking wet.”
“Good.” His words are muffle as he sucks at your tender skin. You angle your head, giving him better access. It feels like the bed is spinning wildly, a compass lost in an electromagnetic field. “Tell me at any point if something doesn’t feel good or you want something else.”
“Okay.”
You open your eyes and smile. It’s so Yoongi to make sure he asks what you want. So Yoongi to remind you that he’s here for you. That as he slips his hand under the waistband of your underwear, he’s determined to provide for you. To get you off.
A moan slips out of your mouth when it comes into contact with your dripping cunt. He avoids touching your clit directly, fingers spreading your folds as he teases your hole experimentally. It feels good - whether it’s because it’s Yoongi or because you’re already worked up, it doesn’t matter.
Yoongi circles around your clit deftly a few times, making your hips wiggle. A tingle settles in your stomach, fingers twisting in the sheets.
When he retracts his hand, you open your eyes. He watches you steadily lifting his fingers to pop them between pink lips and oh. He hums around his fingers, making a show of rolling his tongue around them, tasting your juices. He slides them slowly out of his mouth, hypnotizing you.
“Mmm.” He grins and reaches to slide your underwear off. “Can’t wait to eat you out. First, I’m gonna make you come.”
Never in your friendship would you have imagined Yoongi to be like this. It would be a lie to say you’d never thought what it might be like to have him like this, his hands peeling your underwear off. The scrap of the silk on your legs is heady, every part of your skin extra sensitive.
Lips parts, eyes fixed, you watch him toss the underwear to the side. He shuffles so that one knee rests against his leg, the other spread flat on the mattress for him. There is a split second where you feel vulnerable, spread open for him to see how much of a mess you are at the barely stimulation. You start to close your leg but Yoongi shakes his head, hand brushing down your inner thigh.
Slowly, Yoongi drags a finger up your slit to your entrance, massaging lightly with his finger before sinking in slowly. You let out a long breath, your walls clenching around his finger. It doesn’t provide a lot of stretch, but it feels good, the pad of his pointer stroking your inner wall.
At first, Yoongi is slow. Familiarizing himself with your warm, wet heat. He picks up the pace then, stroking deeply, ensuring to push up against that soft spot inside of you. It drives you crazy. Crazier, still, when he leans down and attaches his mouth to yours, tongues tangling as he fingers you leisurely.
“Fuck,” Yoongi mutters against your mouth. “You’ve got a wet little cunt.”
“Not usually,” you admit. You card your fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends a little. Your entire body is radiating with heat, sweat slicking your skin. “Fuck, it feels good. Doesn’t usually.”
“No?” he sucks harshly at your jaw and your eyes flutter shut.
“No. Usually they jack hammer their fingers into my pussy.”
His laugh is hot on your skin. “Nah, just gotta find the spot.”
Yoongi has found the spot. Makes it ten times better when he adds another finger, giving you something more substantial to grip on. Your cunt grips his fingers like a vice, slick sounds filling the room. He adds his thumb to the mix, pressing down on your clit. You gasp his name, hips bucking against his hand, dripping into his palm.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunts. “Fuck yourself onto my hand the way you like.”
Together, you work yourself up to the edge. Yoongi doesn’t pause for a moment, doesn’t complain that his wrist is tired, doesn’t stop tonguing your sensitive spot on your neck until you’re clinging to him, coming around his fingers in a wet, messy squelch.
You shake as he thrusts his fingers a few more times, the slopping sound of his palms smacking your pussy intoxicating. You feel like liquid, blurry at the edges and warm.
“Holy shit,” you sigh. Yoongi pulls his fingers from your hole and you immediately squirm, hating the empty feeling. “That was just from your fingers?”
“Uh huh.” You watch as he licks his fingers again, grinning around them. Your stomach flips, cunt still leaking, begging for more. “Now watch what happens when I eat this pussy.”
#yoongi smut#suga smut#bts smut#min yoongi smut#yoongi fic#suga fic#min yoongi fic#bts fic#yoongi fanfic#suga fanfic#yoongix you#suga x you#yoongi x reader#suga x reader#minors dni#minors do not interact
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content warnings: hurt/comfort.
note: hello, hello ! here’s another one of the works i posted on my old blog—not my favorite but i thought about sharing it either way. i edited it the best i could, so you’re probably still going to see some very poor grammar and it’s because i’d just started writing in english and because of that it is completely normal for me to still have problems writing in a language that isn’t mine. i really hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.
it’s past midnight when you decide to go to aemond’s chambers, he had agreed to come to yours a few hours before but apparently forgot. in other circumstances you won’t mind, but you’ve missed him all day. seeing him walk through the corridors without being able to touch his hand or simply smile at him, afraid someone would say something that will get you in trouble.
there’s no one in sight as you quickly cross the hallways, relaxing when you’re in front of his door. there’s light coming from under it, so you know he’s awake.
when you open the big doors, you find him sitting at the foot of the bed only with his pants on. “hi.” you whisper when a minute has passed and he hasn’t turn around or acknowledged your presence. “i was waiting for you.” you walk slowly towards him, suddenly worried.
“you didn’t think that maybe i didn’t want to go?” his voice is low and hoarse, still looking at the floor.
you immediately stop after hearing that, not really hurt by his words, you know he doesn’t mean them. there might be something else bothering him, and you know what it is the second he stretches and grunts, his head hanging down.
“oh, love.” you whine, almost running to him. you kneel in front of him, his eyes hidden behind his long, silver hair. you brush it out of his face, finally meeting that breathtaking violet eye. “hello, my prince.”
“‘m sorry.” aemond says with a small and tired smile. he caresses your cheek with his thumb, eye never leaving yours. “i didn’t meant to talk to you like that.”
“mmh, i know.” you see how tired he is just by looking at his face, he can barely keep his eye open. he is always doing too much, but apparently that’s never enough to his family. “you need to rest. would you like a massage? does that sounds good?” you stand up, moving your face closer to his so you can kiss his forehead.
you don’t wait for his answer, already climbing on the bed and sitting behind him, legs on either side of his body. you stare at his back for a few seconds, just seeing how delicate and smooth his skin looks like… how fragile aemond targaryen really is.
you gently massage his shoulders and back, spending a little more time in those places that make him shudder, loving the way he leans into your touch. since you’ve known him, aemond’s not one to ask for help, so this moment means a lot to you.
you know aemond hides a lot of things, some big ones, but at this point in life you don’t care what those things are; you’d do anything for him. anything if that means you can spend the rest of your life by his side.
“you’re an angel.” at first you think you heard him wrong, but he says it again and your heart skips a beat.
you blush, kissing his shoulder blades. “i think that’s you.”
“no, really, you’re always so kind to me and i’m… i’m a monster.” you stop what you’re doing, lifting his chin up and turning his head so he can look at you. “you’re not a monster,” you make sure to emphasize each word. “and you never will be, you hear me? no matter how many times you say that about yourself, i'm always going to be here to remind you of it.” aemond stares intensely at you, smile on his face that says everything you need to know without actually saying it.
"you’re all i care about." he leans in to kiss you and you swear the world stops the moment your lips meet. his lips are gentle and soft against yours, his touch on your cheek grounding you.
when you pull away, his violet eye flutters open. "hi." he whispers, a drunken smile stealing your heart.
"come here." you move to lie down against the pillows, and he follows lying down next to you, his back to your chest. aemond is so much larger than you, so you try to hug him against your chest, pressing kisses against his forehead. and he doesn't need to ask for you to start stroking his hair, he also doesn’t need to say how safe he feels in your arms.
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Have you seen the incident of the girl who took a picture with the help of a knife on social media? How would Ghoat.Konig.Alex.Graves. Soap.And Roach (if you're writing for him) react if they accidentally saw us doing this? (Note, we're not dating them) and I'll even send you the makeup photo with the knife I'm talking about. (this is a headcanons request) have a nice daaayyy 🥰
(For female reader)
A/N: thank you so much for your patience sweetheart! Sorry it took so long to get these 😔 I appreciate the request — it was quite interesting to write 💕 for future ref, I don’t write for Roach or Alex Keller (unless you meant Alejandro 😭 ) since I don’t really know much about them 😅 I also decided to do these in yandere! versions as we discussed and some are post-kidnapping bc I had no ideas for pre
TW: yandere stuff, punishment, torture, cursing, stuff that makes the reader cry, assorted BS, König is horny asf but yk me too 😭 — you know the drill :), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
YANDERE GHOST. 💀
Oh, sweetheart. He’s probably THE WORSF GUY TO DO THIS WITH.
I mean, you probably picked up the knife with intentions other than doing your makeup. Even if this is after his year of endless torture just to « train » you, and you’re completely loyal to him (meaning Stockholm Syndrome has already set in), he’s still going to be furious. He’ll definitely think you were trying to leave him.
He likely went looking for you once he realize you weren’t in the bedroom or the living room, and of course he didn’t want to be late to the « date » (in his mind, at least) that would change both of your lives eternally, but when he saw that hunting knife, HIS hunting knife, pressed dangerously close to his favorite part of your face, he forgot about the little velvet box in his pocket.
Ghost probably acted without thinking and snatched the knife away from you instantly, pressing your body into the cold glass of the bathroom mirror. He’ll hold your offending wrist, a grim look in his eyes.
And all the while, you’ll plead and ask, « why? »
His eyes will snap up, a new fire blazing because of your words. « Why would you ever use a knife to do your makeup? Are you crazy, darling? Need to be retaught how to act normally?» (You probably do after everything he’s done to you 😭)
Overall, a very terrible experience. Likely the worst, and he’ll definitely retrain you as a result of this incident. You lost your proposal and « honeymoon bliss » privileges, and now you’re under this vigilant, cold gaze 25/8. It’s for the best, after all, as he doesn’t want his darling s/o hurt.
YANDERE KONIG. 💣
Two simultaneous thoughts.
#1: Oh, how lovely, my little Maus is doing her makeup even though she’s so beautiful! #2: What is that in her hand.
And after he « gently » grabs your waist (darkening already present bruises), he demands to know why his knife is in your little hands. He’s angry. He’s furious. And he’s delusional.
König cares far too much for his darling and certainly believes that they are some sort of goddess or angel descended from the heavens. He simultaneously feels that they are too precious and beautiful for this world, but losing them would result in a bloodbath, no matter whose fault it is.
König will be sitting you down after this to talk about why you shouldn’t lay your hands on his filthy weaponry and why you should just keep yourself within his embrace, tucked away from all of reality. (He does the latter speech at least once a day anyway.) He may also express his dissatisfaction more… intimately later. (He likes the way you were gripping the handle of HIS knife.) It depends on if you’ve tried to escape recently or not or if this incident is just another slip-up in a series of unfortunate events (from his perspective.)
Oh, and don’t worry, with this man’s wealth, you’ll probably have some neat tool from Sephora to help with straight eyeliner in a day or two.
So not the worst experience, but still pretty bad and will result in an irritated König (though some of you probably think that’s a good thing…)
YANDERE GRAVES. 🥧
(Yes, I did make his emoji American Apple Pie, and yes, I do think it’s funny asf. Leave me alone.)
« Watcha got there, doll? Seems a little much for a little lady like you to handle. Here, lemme help, » Dumbledore he said calmly.
Of course, he’s no happy camper when he sees that knife in your hands, but are any of them???
Graves would be one of the most calm of the COD boys in this situation. He’s upset, that’s for sure, and you can feel his pine aftershave burning your nostrils as he snatches the blade away. His tone is neutral but the tightness in his neck and jaw give away his anger. Tread lightly.
This would probably serve as another example to him of why you were so fragile and needed to be locked away in the first place. If he hasn’t taken you already, it’ll happen soon.
Graves would have a very strict ideology of « I’m the only one who can hurt her, and that’s final. » He doesn’t even want you to have control over yourself. He’s so possessive that he doesn’t even want you to be controlled by anyone other than him. (Which also means cutting ties with your friends/family, getting fired suddenly from work, and him always breathing down your neck (sometimes literally.))
You’ll see repercussions for this, but he’ll still go light on you. Don’t forget that he’s a hardened solider, though, so his definition of light might be completely different from any civilian’s.
YANDERE SOAP. 🧼
Probably has the best reaction out of all of them. He won’t be very happy, but he’ll still find the situation a bit funny.
He stands there completely in shock and in awe and a bit frightened of you, but it still brings a chuckle out. Soap will make you think that it’s all a game and you’re just the silliest girlie on the planet until you put that knife down to do mascara and suddenly it and every other sharp object in the house is gone.
I think Soap would be a more laid-back yandere, so he’ll only react poorly if you act poorly (meaning you present a threat to yourself or him.) He’s very lenient though, and once or twice let his guard down for longer than usual. But the minute you do something stupid, he’s internally panicking and scolding you and himself.
Don’t give this poor guy any more problems, please.
Like the others, he’ll have a chat with you. He’s lost a good number of important people in his life and certainly doesn’t to lose another, so if you truly care about him, you’ll listen. That’s his reasoning.
But if you value your freedom and sanity, maybe it’s best to not look a wooden horse in its mouth and allow for an incident like this to happen again. Soap is soft and bubbly around you until he’s harsh and rough.
#yandere cod#yandere ghost#yandere konig#yandere soap#phillip graves#yandere headcanons#literally several months late and i severely apologize but i got sick and work sucked my soul out like a damn hoover
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You guys are my world
Pairing: Chanlix x femReader (mention of OT8)
Word Count: 751
Summary: Sometimes you just need a day off. What a better way than spending it with your boyfriends at the beach.
Warnings/Tags: fluff, lazy moments, bonfire,...
A/N: Sorry I'm late, I completely forgot to post yesterday. Hope you enjoy it babe @miuracha 💕
do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -
The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as you, Chan, and Felix made your way to the beach. You had decided to escape the hustle of their daily lives for a quiet evening by the sea with the rest of the group. The air was filled with the salty scent of the ocean and the gentle sound of waves hitting the shore.
As the others set up a place for later, the three of you decided to go for a walk. You kicked off your shoes, feeling the still warm sand between your toes. Felix immediately ran towards the water, his laughter echoing in the air. Chan watched him with a fond smile you've seen so often before.
"Come on, you two!" Felix called out, splashing water in your direction.
You laughed and grabbed Chan's hand, pulling him towards the water. "Let's not let him have all the fun!"
You spent a few moments having fun in the shallow waves, the setting sun casting a golden glow on your boyfriends' faces. Felix attempted to splash both Chan and you, leading to a playful water fight. The sound of your laughter mixed with the soothing rhythm of the ocean.
As the sky slowly darkened, you decided to walk back along the beach, the sand now cool under your feet. Felix found a stick and started drawing in the sand. He sketched a simple heart, adding their initials inside, and smiled at you.
Chan stood beside you, watching Felix with an affectionate gaze. "He never stops surprising us, does he?" Chan said, his voice soft.
You nodded, heart swelling with love for the two men who meant the world to you. "He's our little bundle of surprises."
"Shut up," Felix smirked.
You continued your walk, the stars beginning to sparkle in the night sky. Chan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. Not wanting to be left out, Felix wrapped his arm around Chan's waist.
As you reached your friends, they already set up a small bonfire. You loved spending time with all of them. Minho was preparing some dinner with the help of Jeongin, Seungmin and Changbin were playfully arguing about a current song. Jisung was staring at the fire, peacefully leaning against Hyunjin, who also didn't pay much attention to them.
As the night went on, the fire began to fade, and the group started to leave. Chan, Felix and you decided to make your way back to the car.
The moon was shining bright, casting a silver glow over the water. Sitting on the cool sand, you gazed at the ocean. Felix rested his head on Chan's shoulder, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. You leaned against Felix, your hand finding Chan's, intertwining your fingers.
"Moments like these make everything worth it," Chan said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Felix hummed in agreement, his eyes closing. "I wouldn't trade this for the world."
You looked at the two most important people in your life fondly. "You guys are my world," you said, voice thick with emotion.
"And you are ours," Chan answered lovingly.
You sat there in silence for a while, each lost in your own thoughts. Eventually, Felix sat up. "I dare you both to race back to where we started," he challenged, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Chan raised an eyebrow, a competitive spark lighting up in his eyes. "You're on, Lix."
You laughed, standing up with them. "Alright, but no cheating!"
With a countdown, you took off, running along the beach, your laughter echoing in the night. The race was less about winning and more about enjoying the moment. You all knew Chan would win easily.
Chan reached the destination first, throwing his arms up in victory. Felix and you arrived moments later, out of breath but beaming with happiness.
"Okay, you win," Felix laughed, ruffling Chan's hair.
Chan stuck his tongue out playfully. "I always do."
You put your shoes back on and began the walk back to your car. As Chan drove back home, you knew that these moments were the ones you would cherish forever: the laughter, the ocean, the race.
Chan glanced at Felix, who was already dozing off in the backseat, and then at you, your eyes reflecting the streetlights as they passed. He felt an overwhelming sense of love and happiness, knowing that you had each other no matter what the future held.
And in the end, that was all that mattered.
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Them with an s/o that takes pictures of them like
*takes shirt off because it's hot"
SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP
Slashers reaction to their s/o taking a picture of them
Paring: Vincent Sinclair, Pennywise, and Thomas Hewitt x GN! Reader
A/N: Sorry for not posting I’ve been trying to find motivation for my writing, and it’s back! Thanks for the request!
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Vincent Sinclair 🕯
The only thing that you kept since you’ve been in Ambrose was your camera you got as a Christmas gift
You’d take pictures around Ambrose here and there but your favorite thing to take pictures of is Vincent… having his hair in a ponytail. It’s rare for Vincent to have his hair up and out of his face.
He had it up in a bun this time, only some big chunks of his hair in front of his face, working on a wax figure on his desk. He looked good with it up! You HAD to take a picture!
All he heard was a click and a quick flash. Looking over towards you to see the camera in your hands. You knew he noticed, “Sorry Vin! I had to, you look good with your hair up.” It was complete silence, besides the radio music playing in the background
You saw him clean his hands before walking towards you. When he was close to you, he took the camera. “I mean I can get rid of the-” click..
He took a picture, “Hey! I wasn’t-” click And another one. You covered your face. “I’m not-” click You’re covering yourself at this point, trying to hide your body from the camera.
“Vinny! Stop it!” If you listens closely you could hear a faint laugh come from him. He’s keeping the camera for now, he knows that you’d try to delete the pictures of yourself anyway.
Pennywise🤡
It was always hard to get a picture from the clown. He’d always move around at a fast pace or would just disappear when you took your camera out.
Luckily, tonight was the night you could, it was a movie night and Pennywise would always come by to watch movie with you. It was a comedy movie.
He had a bowl of popcorn in his hands. Sitting on the floor beside you, you didn’t know what the look on his face meant, but it looked kinda serious. “I don’t understand how humans find these movies funny.” You had your phone out, he looked adorable, it was like a little child watching their favorite tv show
“Because Penny, your sense of humor is different from us humans, you laugh when someone is scared, we don’t do that.” You took a picture… but you forgot to turn the flash off. Pennywise turned his head
But he turned it at a slow place, almost how a cat would do if they were on crack. “What did you do?” The head turn creeped you out but it also made you laugh. “I took a picture of you. You looked adorable Penny.” He tilted his head at the word “adorable” he’s not supposed to be adorable.
“Adorable..We’ll that’s a first,thank you Y/N!”
Thomas Hewitt🐻
Thomas finally got a break from working his butt off everyday, you two just had a picnic under the tree in the shade. Even letting some of the animals take some of the fruit you both had.
He had a flower crown on his head and he looked so peaceful with it on, happy even. They’re were mainly pink white and yellow flowers. You had one on too so you could match.
You had your camera, waiting for the right moment to take a picture. A squirrel then crawled towards him, Thomas had a grape in his hand, giving it to the squirrel. That was the moment, you took a picture which made the squirrel flinch, but it still stayed there.
“Gotcha.” You said, waiting for the picture to come into view. Thomas looked at the camera, then at you, “I had to, it was an adorable moment.!” He couldn’t complain, he knows he’s good with animals.
The picture finally came into view, you showed it to him with a smile, you could tell he liked it, the squirrel holding the grape while Thomas still had his hand out. Adorable
What could be cuter than that? You began to laugh but stopped when a bird landed on your head. “Huh? Oh-” It sat on your head, thinking it was a nest. “Would it be bad if I told this bird that it’s not it’s nest?”
Thomas didn’t say much, taking the camera and getting ready to take picture of you, “Hey wai-” click.. He was smiling at the thought of the bird thinking your head is your nest
It was cute, he had to take a picture himself. It would only be fair since you took a picture of him with a squirrel.
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TWST Dorms Leaders X Male!EAHRaven!Yuu Head-canons
Sorry for lack of Leona and Azul. I really wanted to add them I just had writer’s block and wanted to get this out before I forgot. I’ll probably add them in a separate post another time
🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹
In my opinion there’s nothing about you that would stick out to him immediately
Looks wise, you actually fit right in for the school of villains
It would be your kindness that he is drawn to
That and #mommyissues
You are both very damaged individuals who lack control in your lives due to mothers that cared more about your legacy than they did your happiness
But where Riddle craves control, you function generally well without it unless it has great affect on you
Your kind and selfless personality gives him hope he can eventually heal from the childhood he never got to have
He very much appreciates your patience and softness with him, especially in his times of need
You are very used to dealing with extreme personalities
I mean your best friend is the mad hatter’s kid and you attended the same school as the child of THE queen of hearts
Safe to day you know the ropes
When Riddle hears you’ve met the queen of hearts he’ll go FERAL
He’ll hide it of course but will ask tons of questions about her
You will likely discuss over a cup of tea
He gives Nevermore her own chair and teacup
Nevermore and the dormouse are unexpected besties
When you show him your wonderland fit he’d almost cry out of joy
This also makes him that much more upset you’re not in his dorm
You tell him you remind him of a friend of yours, Lizzie Hearts
He doesn’t know who that is but he’s happy he reminds you of someone close to you
🥳Kalim Al-Asim🥳
Met in pop music club
You start talking about each of your individual music tastes and show each other some songs
This encourages him to throw a party dedicated to said songs
He reminds you of Briar bless his heart
Because of his sort of happy go lucky nature you often find yourself being naturally protective of him or just ensuring he doesn’t die doing something dumb
Jamil is incredibly thankful for you
He’ll always compliment your style since it’s kind of the complete opposite of his
You offer to do some darker makeup on him
He can barely sit still with excitement
Refuses to take it off the whole day
He’ll find and give you gothic themed jewelry
You love having someone here who doesn’t care about your power or looks, just your personality
You take him on rides with Nevermore
He feeds Nevermore any of his leftovers so she likes him a lot
You two plus the rest of the pop music club started a band
This band got A LOT of attention
People are always gushing over you and Kalim’s relationship
🦚Vil Schoenheit🦚
He wants to meet your mom so bad
You are the only person he would praise so hard
Not even because of your mom, simply because of your strength and looking fabulous while doing it
You will do each other’s makeup all the time
Only person he trusts with picking out his clothes
You often teach him magic spells or powerful potions
He’s never simped more
He sympathizes with the history you have with your mother
That doesn’t stop him from praising her accomplishments but he keeps it strictly objective
You two bond over having a Snow White themed annoyance in your life
If music is something you want tu pursue in your life he’ll pull any strings he needs to make it happen
He likes Nevermore but more from a distance
She’s undeniably magnificent but he can’t let his clothes get wrinkled
If you tell him that you fought and defeated the Evil Queen
He just might bow at your feet/hj
No but seriously marry him
That’s so attractive
He doesn’t care that he’s in a dorm meant for honoring her you are the epitome of the Evil Queen’s image
But in a nice way
He’s aware you don’t plan on being unnecessarily evil
He’s so in love help him
👾Idia Shroud👾
Idia would remind you of Dexter
Shy but with a heart of gold
Well you assume he has a heart of gold
It’s kinda hard to get to know someone when they keep running from you
But after Idia has done enough running, it gives you the chance to finally strike up a normal conversation
They start off with music since you are quite the fan but slowly go into online forums and video games
Idia thinks you’re hella cool after this
Idia anxiously invites you to play a couple games with him sometime
It’s an enthusiastic yes from on your end
After teaching you the basics you get the hang pretty quickly and start dominating any game you two play
Idia feels you’re finally prepared for the big guns
Meaning shooter games and voice chat with depraved men who live in their momma’s basement😔✊/hj
Idia and you wipe the floor with your opponents
This is when Idia REALLY starts to notice his feelings for you
He will constantly gift you better and better tech to listen to or stream your music
Having a bf who can lift things with their mind is a huge W too
And speaking of magic he is absolutely FLOORED by your power
There are a lot more restrictions to power in his world but if your good enough to handle it, it’s almost like a free for all at EAH
ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE ABLE TO DEFEAT ONE OF THE GREAT SEVEN
AND YOU HAVE A PET DRAGON
He will bow at your feet and always mumble about how OP you are much to your confusion
You still love him tho :D
Compliment him on his hair or gaming skills, he’ll blush like crazy if it’s coming from you
🐉Malleus Draconia🐉
Relates HEAVILY on what it feels like to be feared due to your ancestors or even just your looks
When you hear all the talk about him being “evil” n such that just makes you all the more determined to actually get to know him
One day you take up Lilia’s offer on approaching their table
You spend lunch with them for the day (Adeuce is horrified and Sebek is staring daggers)
Malleus is both intrigued by your world and boldness
You take any chance you can to sit next to him in classes and he gladly does the same
You introduce him to your music tastes
He doesn’t understand it but he’s trying
In exchange he info dumps about gargoyles to you
He’s ecstatic to have someone that will enthusiastically listen and ask questions
You will often dress him up in styles similar to what you would wear back at EAH
He will dress you up in traditional Briar Valley clothing
Is someone else who is heavily impressed by your magic
Like I said you would probably be one of the most powerful in Twisted Wonderland because of the freedom you have with your abilities
This kind of makes you two the scariest power couple at NRC
If you tell him you defeated one of the great seven he’ll just stare at you like 😀
Nevermore loves him and he spoils her with what he can
He will not hesitate to make you his king of the Valley of Thorns
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Do you think the magic prosthetic arm touko gave shiki can be used to grab objects from across the room or is it only for choking ghosts out sith style
It probably only works on non-corporeal entities, but it's cooler to think that Ryougi can just sucker punch you from across the room so I want to believe that extended arm could work on flesh and blood too. It would be so cool if she just has a range of Devil Breakers arms to use in battle.
But also now that you bring that up there's a rant I've been wanting to go on for a while.
I legitimately think Nasu forgot she can do that. Fate/Extra and Fate/Grand Order certainly forgot she could do that, if they even remember that she's got a prosthetic arm at all (which they don't)
Kara No Kyoukai is filled with so much incredibly cool shit that gets mentioned or brought up once or only written in material books and then (sadly, but probably for the better) get ignored afterwards in favor of Ryougi and Kokutou's love story, cool shit that I keep waiting for Sanda or Narita to bring back in some form because they weren't necessary to Kara No Kyoukai but, god. They were just so fucking cool.
Some examples
The aforementioned magic prosthetic arm Shiki wields. It can extend to grab enemies, is incredibly tough (an elephant can sit on it no problem) and has secret compartments to hold extra weapons
Azaka has no magic circuits at all and perceives the act of spellweaving by thinking of the spell as musical notes, which raises SO many questions about what it means to have magic potential in Type-Moon if someone without the most basic of requirements is still able to do it
Fujino developed short-ranged clairvoyance during her battle with Shiki, which she uses to get a bird's eye view of her surroundings. Given that she ends up bending the entire bridge while still being under it and bends a lamp post behind her in Extra Chorus, this implies that Fujino doesn't just use her Mystic Eyes of Distortion through her physical eyes, but can use it from the sight granted to her by clairvoyance since she can twist objects she's not even looking at.
Fujino becomes blind in Extra Chorus, and must go around with a walking stick. However, her control over her Mystic Eyes has not diminished in the slightest, and if Shiki is to be believed, Fujino will only become more powerful as she grows up.
Ryougi's Mystic Eyes of Death Perception are also growing in power over time. What this means is not entirely clear (perhaps she will be able to perceive death even on beings normally without the concept of death), but they're not killing her like they're killing Tohno.
Touko's prosthetics aren't entirely magical. You can see her programming them and hooking them up to her laptop while she inserts circuitry inside in the first movie. A mage using modern technology is rare, but Touko is straight up doing magic tech. Cybernetics with magecraft. Both Touko and Shiki are technically cyborgs.
The Hollow Shrine once had to produce an anime
Touko has a ring that renders the wearer invisible, even to powerful mages like Cornelius Alba. This gets never brought up again.
Shiki's family katana is able to destroy bounded fields around a mage's base merely by unsheathing, due to its advanced age.
Kurogiri is from Atlas
Touko and Riesbyfe are old friends. Riesbyfe is the headmaster of Reien Girls' Academy. People might argue this is a different RIesbyfe entirely due to how much that conflicts with Melty Blood, but Mother Riesbyfe has a violin in her room. It's likely meant to be the same character, retconned and repurposed for Melty Blood
Azaka met Touko and became her apprentice in a completely separate case that did not involve Mikiya at all. In fact, Tobimaru from Mahoyo is the one involved in their meeting. This story hasn't been written by Nasu yet lol.
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wow I totally forgot to post the fantastic dream i had this morning. I was having a really good Sparks dream and then got a phonecall from my aunt telling me extended family were coming over and being the only person home i needed to be the host, so it ended possibly before it ever even got to the meat and potatoes. but as it was...
I was with my family in our old family van, which is technically my car now, but back then it was the family van. anyway, here comes a recurring theme from many past Sparks dreams: the boys were set to play a venue close to my old hometown, so we needed to give them a lift for some reason, although I guess Russell already got to the venue so Ron was riding with us.
We got tremendously lost. I meant to tell my mom to circle around to a different parking lot to redirect us and instead we drove to like...a whale exhibit (?) and the whales were huge and splashing overhead with no glass or anything while we walked up a ramp to get to the next part of town. didn't make much sense but ron liked the whales. It was really surreal seeing him just sitting upright in a carseat i'd sat in many times, completely blasé to the whole situation as if he were just a random man we picked off the street. i always look at him then look away quickly in my dreams. he would sometimes reply to situations in a very drab and matter of fact way that we found amusing.
anyway, guess what our mystery venue was? my childhood church, although as is typically the case in dreams, it looked nothing like the real thing, yet by dream logic nothing seemed different. Russell plus the band's entourage were there setting up equipment, i think russell was kind of like "what took you so long?" as there were a lot of mishaps along the way (including us accidentally hitting a kid on his bike while parking but don't worry he was fine). I asked ron if he ever considered reversing their roles and doing the singing while russell played the keyboards. he said he could probably sing but russell only knows how to play one note on the keyboard. they both snickered at this. I do not know what this means.
in the church auditorium with my family + the audience, there was an opening act of a magic show that involved. eggs? it went on for too long and impressed nobody. And then there was like...a free-for-all act where we voted on Simpsons characters. I don't know either. this briefly fused into a family guy segment before we were like "its 11pm can we please get Sparks onstage" so we did. but i don't remember anything about the show and i'm not even sure there was a show, because for all the talk of playing and equipment, apparently tonight's event that we reserved tickets for was actually the premiere of a brand new sparks BIOPIC.
it opened with 70s-esque footage of a teenage girl talking into the camera from her bedroom reminiscing about the band from her perspective until "amateur hour" kicks in and pretty decent-looking actors portraying the boys are shown playing onstage during the 70s. i'm thinking, this is pretty cool, i always wondered if a movie like this would happen. and then...
through some sort of stylized shot transition, the band are being played by kittens, singing and prancing around onstage. russell doing all his usual movements but in feline form. Haha what a funny and oddly stylish bit, i'm thinking to myself. what a fun way of depicting their personalities. but it just...continues like that? punk russell in 1976 singing "i wanna be like everybody else" while twirling around with the microphone but as a kitten, thrashing about? everyone is laughing. it's so good.
the movie truly does continue on in this fashion yet for as confounding as its sudden shift in direction is, we become oddly immersed in its storytelling enough not to even notice the boys are still being played by kittens, in a stroke of auteuristic magic a la todd haynes' superstar: the karen carpenter story. a sequence depicting "girl chasing" in their younger years in the form of kittens climbing onto the legs of girls who are walking away from them up some stairs while they mew desperately has the audience both cackling and aww'ing. another scene that stands out is a roadie saying "you guys don't eat enough!" and putting both ron and russell kittens in a bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy.
I was under the impression ron and russ were really proud of the film and likely had direct involvement themselves, but had kept it so tightly under wraps that no one knew what was coming. I wish I could tell you more but then i got that phonecall.
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Wrapped in Plastic
A Laura Palmer Character Study
TW: drug use, prostitution, murder, death, tobacco language, etc.
WC: 1.3 K
A/N: Another I forgot to cross post from AO3. Also, Laura is 18 in this fic.
Taglist: @roofgeese, @spacestephh, @voidika, @huepazu, @quantum-lover, @chadillacboseman
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She was a bad influence, everyone thought so. The homecoming queen was the opposite of what that pristine picture had suggested. She’d been doped up when the photographer snapped that picture, doing a bump with Bobby in the woods before the dance.
Laying sprawled across the green sofa, Laura was entranced by the plaster ceiling. Off white, a rosy pink. Like a pinprick of blood tainting crisp water: just enough to make it dirty and undrinkable. If she were a lake, the waters would run dark burgundy. How toxic could one person be?
Sucking on a cigarette, Donna sat cross legged on the carpet. Every little puff was accentuated with a wheezing cough. Accusing eyes rolled in the periphery, sharp blue addressing her innocent friend.
“You don’t have to smoke, y’ know?” Annoyance seep into a lazy voice. Everything Laura did, Donna tried. The girl was a damn mynah bird. Then again, Laura had always been the popular trailblazer. The other was a bookworm, with those mousy curls and oversized sweaters. Donna wasn’t a risk taker; her best friend’s mere presence felt like a high in comparison.
“I know,” stifling another cough, she attempted to swallow the smoke which only worsened the situation. “My fingers smell like tobacco.”
“That’ll happen,” sinking into the sofa, she tried not to think about her mother complaining about the lingering smell. Pure hypocrisy since Sarah smoked like a chimney herself. Eyes sought the ceiling again, following a hairline crack. The façade was beginning to break and chip.
It was bound to collapse and crush her in the debris.
......
Tears rolled down ruddy cheeks. A blonde reflection shuddered in the floor length mirror, all but completely exposed in a black and red corset. The garment was stitched with ribbons emblazoned with maroon spades.
Other clients were waiting and Blackie had a temper with her girls. Leave a man waiting too long normally meant the paddle or hands wrapped your throat. Instead, she silently suffered the embarrassment and shame long after Ben Horne had sauntered out of the room.
She’d see Audrey in homeroom tomorrow, innocent doe eyes warm and blissfully unaware. This was Laura’s cross to bear after all. Maybe she’d meet Bobby in the afternoon, score some coke and neck long enough to keep the boy satisfied. Anything to dull the nightmares that came at dusk, when BOB slithered his way into her room.
Wise beyond her eighteen years, everything the young woman did was meticulously calculated. Even though that still cost her more than it all was worth. Mascara bled down peachy cheeks, tainting the dewy faced façade it had taken hours to achieve.
There was a knock on the door before it was wrenched open.
“Next john is ready and-” charcoal eyes widened as the madam saw the mess sitting in front of the vanity, “Honey, you’re a mess.”
“I’m alright,” Laura sniffled, adjusting her bustier. This was all so humiliating. Blackie took a rag to a welting face, pressing the cool cloth to her skin. One tooth snuck onto a cherry red lip, biting nervously. Watery blue eyes fell on the woman’s corkscrew curls, trying to count each ringlet to ease her mind. “I’m alright. I’m alright. I’m alright.”
“The swelling’s going down, sweetie.” The edge of a slender index finger slid beneath one eye. Laura feared she looked like a raccoon. “Let’s reapply the mascara and rouge. You’ll look good as new.”
It had only taken several minutes to restore seraphim that old perverts looked for. A pretty blonde angel that brought them heaven on earth for a couple hours. Realistically, it was a rather ordinary few minutes before she was disposed of like a used tissue.
But that didn’t much matter.
“I’ll send in your next.” Blackie announced before sauntering out the door. Blinking at her blue eyed husk, Laura took a Carnivale masque from the vanity. The garment was polish porcelain with burgundy lips. Black and red diamonds were hand painted across one eye as a matching silk ribbon bloomed from either side.
A bothersome thought kept sneaking to the forefront of her brain, the thought that she should put it on, to hide. Trance like, the object was tied into barrel curled blonde hair. The door squeaked open, announcing the arrival of the next john.
“I’ll be right there, please get comfortable.” Grateful for the silken room divider, a shadow ambled to the four-post bed.
“Take your time.” That voice sent a cold chill down her spine, gut churning at that familiar voice.
“Daddy?” whispering to her reflection, Laura quickly shoved her fist into her mouth. Biting down on one knuckle, she plotted a way to escape. Maybe it wasn’t Leland. Afterall, waspy middle-aged men all bled together: pointedly cordial and awkwardly paternal.
If it were, she’d still have to pass him to run away, embarrassing the two of them in the process. Plastering the mask to her face, Laura quickly pulled her robe on before slinking past the divider.
“I think there’s been a-” horror flashed over her eyes. Leland Palmer hadn’t been there to begin with. It was BOB. Sporting stained denim, malevolent eyes beamed at her hungrily, fist clenching and unclenching at his side.
She screamed, tears flooding down her face once more. But no one would save her, not at One Eyed Jack’s. BOB screamed with her before breaking out on a fit of maniacal laughter. Then a hand was hot on her face, knocking the mask to the ground.
“I think you’re too pretty to hide.” He growled, kissing her roughly as fingers clamped around her throat.
......
“You ever think about dying?” Laura asked blankly, sitting stiffly on the picnic blanket. James lay with his head in her lap while Donna hugged her knees.
“Why do you always say dark shit like that?” James’s was soft, not judgmental yet genuinely curious.
“We’re all gonna die someday, suppose it doesn’t hurt to bring up.” Donna shrugged beneath her mop of curls. She wished to sport a wave of golden tresses like her best friend but feared she was doomed to boast unruly hair with innumerable freckles.
Laura would always be the homecoming queen, and she the homecoming queen’s best friend.
“You’re both morose. What’s wrong with just living?” James chuckled, looking up into suede blue eyes. There was trouble lurking in those waters, something he didn’t recognize.
What if I told you I don’t have much time left on this planet? That BOB’s going to destroy me and trap me in the unknown? What about that, James?
“Guess I’m just thinking about the future.” Was all she offered instead, bopping him on the nose. “Do we have any more pie left?”
“Half of an apple from The Double R. Norma said it was on the house.” Donna moved to unwrap the dessert.
“Do you think there’s pie in heaven?” Laura looked over the bluff, thinking of what her afterlife would feel like. Probably lighter, softer than the serrated edge of the inevitable end. Maybe there would rest after bone broke like balsa wood, rancid ichor staining pink silk.
Donna unceremoniously plopped a generous serving of pie onto a paper plate, sliding it across rough gingham. Shrugging James off her plaid skirt, Laura lunged forward to enjoy the delicacy as if it were her last. For all she knew, it was.
“Sure,” Donna stroked aimlessly at blonde hair, “There’ll be pie in heaven.”
......
It was lonely in The Black Lodge. Other than the real Dale Cooper, she had no allies. Only waiting with rigidity for the unknown. A part of her hated the agent, the fact that he was alive and could communicate normally.
Her own words were warped, coming out of her lips with a stilted staccato.
But one hand spread over a black velvet shoulder, golden curls cascading down her back.
Before she could even ask “rof gnitiaw ew era tahW?”, Cooper pointed to the apex of thick red curtains. Blue light exploded into the room as an angel slowly dropped from the high vaulted ceiling. A smile was plastered across cherubic features before tears flooded down her face.
Smiling for the last time, Laura Palmer had won her redemption.
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would you write Eddie x reader where he's like, dropping everyone off at night and reader is last, when the kids are gone she takes her bra off because it was definitely hurting her aaaaand Eddie notices that she's got pierced nipples? NO NEED to make it smutty if u don't feel like it, just curious about his reaction? lol thanks <3
I was supposed to post this a few days ago but I forgot </3 - sorry I didn’t have time to proofread
Warnings: mature themes, MINORS DNI, nipple play, nipple piercings, slight dom/sub,
Right Before My Eyes - Eddie x Reader
Eddie’s van served many different purposes. He could have deals in pure secrecy, shielded by the extra back space. It also meant that he was the resident driver. Having to drop every single member of hellfire club off at their respective houses because, after all, he did make them stay out late for his campaigns. There was no surprise that the kids would beg for a ride in his van, seeing it as some form of fun they wanted to exploit as much as they could. You just happened to tag along, in need for a ride after your car broke down in the summer.
Eddie had just started the car, calling out to everyone to get in before he left without them, an empty threat knowing he would never - but a threat nonetheless. He only had to drop off the younger boys, Erica choosing to hang out with her friends for once. Leaving you in a car full of teenage pheromones. Luckily, Eddie gave you shotgun privileges for being a senior and all the others could do was sulk in response.
“Bye Dustin!” You waved enthusiastically, leaning back on the seat to stretch. “Why do you always drop me off last even though Dustin practically lives in the middle of nowhere?”
“I don’t want to sit in an empty van with Dustin without some support.” He chuckled. “He is a hand full.” You shrugged in response, fiddling with the seatbelt.
“Who made these things so uncomfortable.” You groaned, pulling one of your bra straps down. Relishing in the instant relief you felt. The seatbelt had been rubbing against your recent piercings, creating an intolerable ache. Unclipping the back quickly, you threw it behind you, landing in the rear end of the van. “Oh fuck, I’ll never find that thing again.” Tilting your body to take a good look, you’re met with complete darkness.
“I’ll take it as a souvenir.” Eddie chucked, looking down at you. He caught a glimpse of your shirt without the bra, a clear indent where your nipples were. “Do you have your nipples pierced y/n?”
“Keep your eyes on the road.” You said, dismissing his comment.
“Any other piercings I should know about?” Eddie keened curiously.
“Just these.” You giggled, cupping your boobs underneath, making the metal appear more visible. “It was a dare.”
“Well I would like to personally thank whoever gave you that dare.” Eddie said slowly. “They are a godsend.” His eyes were glued to you, watching every breath you took closely.
“You can personally thank the piercings.” You said, biting your bottom lip. “Wanna see them?”
He had already pulled up at your house, turning the ignition off. “Come here.” He patted his jean covered thigh. Although climbing over was not the easiest thing, you made do and found yourself straddling his thighs. This new position gave Eddie a perfect view, nipples now hard against your shirt, you let him have complete control.
There was an obvious strain in his pants, tenting underneath your legs. His hands were gentle, moving slowly over your chest. You had really hoped no one was home to see Eddie Munson make putty out of you. One quick look out the window and you’d be caught. Maybe that was a part of the fun.
Your breath hitched with every lingering touch. Eddie looking up at you with each movement, being careful not to hurt you. “So sensitive, sweetheart.” His words echoed around the van, hitting you like shockwaves.
“They’re still. Kinda. N-new.” You said between breaths, flinching at each touch.
“They’re-“ He paused suddenly, watching as your nipple twitched slightly. “Wow”
“Stop staring.” You grumbled, feeling self conscious, despite being on Eddie Munsons lap as he practically calls you perfect.
“So I take that as an invitation for this.” He smiles, swiping his tongue across your bud softly. You gasp lowly, almost embarrassed from the noise emanating from you. Covering your face with your hand, you let Eddie continue, using your other hand to hold his head in place, fingers digging into his curls.
The tension was high. Labored gasps followed by sweet words of encouragement was all you could muster out. It had to be at least midnight by the time you opened your eyes. Seeing Eddie below you, panting between breaks, was a sight. He had you coming completely undone without even starting.
So there you had it. The best possible use of Eddie’s van, that was newly discovered today, would have to be the late night hookups, fueled by the pure adrenaline of the nights session. Now that you knew about the furthering perks of the van, you made sure to make good use of it, with Eddie right behind you.
“Hey, look what I found!“ Eddie grinned widely, holding up your bra from earlier.
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Only Fools Rush In
pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett
summary: When Benedict gets locked in the library, he doesn't expect to meet a petite blonde who was going to change his life... they say only fools rush in... but these two... they can't help but be fools
warnings: Library sex, First Dates, semi-public sex, Fingering, Blow Jobs, minors DNI
word count: 10498 words
author's note: this was previous only on AO3 and i know it was a favourite of a few and I found a copy. this will be the only version going forward.
Benedict didn't mean to be locked in the library that night.
It was the night before a major essay was due to be handed in, and the only books available to provide the answers were the kind you couldn't check out of the building.
Fair enough, he shouldn't have left it so late, but he was fairly confident he could dash off the 1,000 words required within a few hours. So when he turned up at seven-ish, fresh from a post-rowing practice shower, he wasn't even rushed.
Benedict had to admit he wasn't exactly a familiar face around the library, and not well informed about its opening hours.
The problem was, half his class was in there, sitting round that same wide table in the humanities section, and there were only so many copies of the key texts available. That meant he had to wait.
The minutes and the hours ticked away, and he did everything he could to persuade his classmates to allow him some time with the books he needed, he had look over people's shoulders, he had grab a few moments when they were in the bathroom, he even told one guy his car was about to be towed.
By the time he got hold of the information he needed, he had little more than an hour remaining before the library would close. Now he was rushed.
One thing that gave him a little comfort was that some of his fellow classmates seemed to be in more of a panic than he was and a few of them even turned up there later than he did.
By the time the fateful hour approached, when the lights would flash and the announcement came around that it was time to vacate the building, he was writing so fast his fingers were numb, but he was still nowhere close to being finished.
As most of the others packed up and headed home, incidentally, leaving all those invaluable books just lying around on their table -- he was left considering his options. Could he smuggle some of these books out with him? They were pretty huge books, pretty heavy.
Could he persuade Mr Hill to give him an extension without a valid reason? He doubted it. they didn't call him "Mentally" Hill for nothing and he really had absolutely no excuse for being late with his assignment.
However, at that stage, he honestly believed he could finish enough notes to complete his assignment within about 15 to 20 minutes. if he could survive being thrown out of the building for that long, he might just about escape with his academic record intact.
He assumed the library staff would check the building to ensure it was empty, and that if he headed up to the top floor, it would take them the longest time to discover him. So, he headed up there, to a fairly dark floor taken up mostly by Modern Languages, where he wove his way through the aisles to the furthest point he could from the central staircase.
There was a small desk there, poorly lit, where he could crash and wait for the inevitable angry librarian.
he was writing like a man possessed, his fingers scrabbling frantically over the pages to scribble down as many quotes and references as he could muster. he actually felt better and better with every passing minute, thinking that he was getting closer and closer to survival. he even relaxed a little, and forgot about the threat of the library hunter-gatherers.
And then the lights went out.
It was pretty spooky in there with the lights extinguished, it had to be said.
Partly, he had to blame Ghostbusters for putting the image of an undead librarian firmly in his head. It was mainly that which made him scrabble to stuff his precious notes into his pack and rush out of there -- he didn't really worry about what the librarians would say. What could they do? Give him detention? Not in University!
There was some illumination in the central stairway, coming from a set of lights that were clearly meant to guide the way in an emergency -- so he slowed to a leisurely pace on the way down the steps towards the ground level.
The thought that he might arrive at the front desk to find nobody there did not even cross his mind until he arrived.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Uh... hello?"
Turning the lights off must have been the very last thing the library staff did before vacating the building. The doors at the front of the building were very firmly locked. He tried shaking them, in that pointless way that never works with locked doors.
He was trapped.
Even the main controls for the lights were out there in the lobby, sealed off just beyond reach. It was going to have to remain dark in here.
After a moment or two flexing his core muscles, he pulled out his mobile. Naturally, it being the modern digital age and all that, there was no reception. Typical.
With a moan and a sigh, he traipsed back up the steps, hoping that there might be some way that mobile signals might penetrate all these books to reach his little lump of plastic, maybe he had better chances if he climbed higher up in the building.
A couple of flights up, and he nearly had a heart attack, a pale figure was approaching him,
Benedict had never really believed in ghosts, but when you're on your own in a big empty building like that, such scepticism can fade.
After an initial shock, however, he saw that it wasn't a phantom. It was one of his classmates, a very pretty blonde by the name of Sophie.
She was wearing white sneakers, sweatpants and a jacket in the pale blue and white colours of the University gymnastics squad, her long, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was hugging her books in front like some kind of shield, and looking back at him as though he might be some kind of ghost himself.
He didn't really know Sophie at all they both recognised each other from various classes, of course, but he couldn’t say they'd ever shared even a word during their classes. The place was big, their social circles just never crossed.
"Hey," she said a little breathlessly.
"Hey," he returned. "Looks like we're locked in."
"They just left?" she said, wrinkling her brow with a touch of outrage. "They didn't check if anyone was still here?"
"If they did, they didn't do it very well. I am just heading upstairs, there's no signal down there if you wanna come," he waggled his phone as an explanation.
She nodded, and stepped aside to let him through, before following closely behind as he continued the climb back up towards the top floor.
"Where were you?" he asked as they progressed up the seemingly endless steps. "When the lights went out, I mean."
"I was kind of hiding," she admitted.
"Trying to get the essay done before we got thrown out?"
"You too?" she flashed a heart-stopping smile, damn, she was really pretty.
he nodded, trying not to seem like he was staring at her. It was difficult not to, though, she was really beautiful. He was a little surprised he hadn't taken more notice of her in class.
She explained: "I had to come here straight after practice tonight, our coach kept us late. Only had an hour to work on the essay before the lights went out."
"Trying to squeeze in an extra few minutes, huh?"
"Yeah, you'd think they would've found me, though, maybe told me to leave before they went all dungeon-esque."
He was checking his phone all the way up, but by the time they got to the top floor, he still wasn't having any luck.
"Lets try over by the windows," he suggested, and she was happy enough to come along. By now, she'd dug her own mobile out of a pocket, but it appeared she was unable to get a signal either.
The windows ran round three sides of the floor, and at least allowed a little light in from the streetlamps outside. It splashed everything over there in a dull orange tint that made his new companion seem more like a ginger than a blonde.
There was to be no joy with either phone and Sophie pointed out a laminated print-out tacked to a column support that stated firmly: "No mobiles".
"Maybe they have some kind of blocking system so people can't use their phones," she suggested. "I heard they use those in cinemas and theatres."
he nodded dejectedly, but then suggested: "There must be a landline or two down at the front desk."
"What about the computers?" she said. "We could email for help."
"You need to get a password before they'll work," he said.
"Oh that's right."
And, as it turned out, it seemed like you needed some kind of password or code to use the phones down at the front desk. It wasn't as simple as dial nine to get an outside line, at any rate.
"Nine-nine-nine?" Sophie suggested.
"Let's see if there's another way out before we try that one," he said. To be honest, he felt a little too guilty to opt for the emergency number, they weren't in any immediate danger, after all, and to dial 999 might deprive someone else from a call out that might be a little more urgent.
"I was supposed to meet up with my friends later," she said. "Maybe they'll wonder where I am and send a search party."
For the next twenty minutes or so, they formed a search party and scoured the ground-level, searching from some kind of secret back door or a device to communicate with the outside.
There was nothing except a couple of fire doors, those kind that have bars on that you can push to open, but then sets off a fire alarm.
"Should we?" Sophie asked.
The issue was the notice plastered all over the door warning of £2,000 fines if the alarm was activated when it wasn't an emergency.
"It is a kind of emergency," he said.
"I'm not sure I really want to risk a £2,000 fine."
"Me neither."
They looked at each other for a moment. She had really pretty eyes, even in the dull glow of the fire door's emergency light. Just looking at her made him catch his breath a little. He was thinking it would be safer to spend the night in the library, that the threat of a £2,000 fine was too much, even with the possibility of them arguing their way out of it.
And he was also thinking it wouldn't be so bad to spend a few hours with this rather beautiful girl.
"My friends will call for help eventually," Sophie said as their pause got just that little bit too long. "I'm sure of it."
Benedict suggested; "Maybe a security guard or someone will poke their head in the door some time soon."
She smiled again, melting his insides. "Maybe. So, should we go find somewhere comfortable to sit?"
"Sure. I think the best place is probably the English Lit section there's beanbags and armchairs and so on."
"Great!"
They went up to the second floor, and sure enough found some relatively comfortable armchairs, where ordinarily the English majors could read their fiction and pretend it was work. There was even a carpeted floor, which made things seem a little warmer, although he was aware that the temperature was already beginning to drop, the heating was no longer on.
They found an area close to the windows, where at least there was a little light, although the orange glow was hardly enough to read anything by.
There was nothing but conversation to help them pass the time, and although it seemed to flow pretty freely between them, he was a little worried they'd run out of things to say at some point, and enter some kind of awkward zone.
"It's kind of funny how we've never actually spoken before," she said. "I mean it's not such a big course or anything."
"Yeah, I've been kind of immersed in the world of rowing. Those guys kind of keep to a certain crowd"
"I hear you guys are pretty good. I don't get to any of the competitions because we usually have some competition or other"
"Well, we're okay. We won't win any major championships this year, but we're winning more races than we're losing. I seem to spend most of my time competing by myself rather than with the main team anyway. How's your competition going?"
"Oh, not bad. I have a desk drawer full of various medals but I don't think any of us will make it to the Olympics, but there's a chance at the national finals for a few of us."
She sat quite close, there might have been some light from the windows, but the rest of the library was fairly intimidating, and it seemed safer to be closer together. He thought, if he leaned over, he could have touched her at that point.
At any rate, they were close enough for him to detect the faint air of her sweet perfume, and that seemed to lull him into a dreamy state as they talked.
They discussed their sports, a little about class and their classmates. they basically had no friends, even distant friends, in common.
And the theme they came back to was their complete shortage of time for things like dating. Both of them had strenuous training schedules for their sports, and there was little time to get out and meet new people.
Then at one point, Sophie said: "I'm glad I was locked in with you."
Something ignited inside him at that, but she corrected herself quickly: "I mean, I don't think I could have dealt with being on my own in here."
Benedict smiled, but underneath the surface, he thought he preferred to ignore her correction. Still, brushing over her mistake, if that's what it was, he said: "I think anyone would be pretty intimidated by this place in the dark if they were on their own."
"I think if I'd been on my own, Iwould have been straight out those fire doors, to hell with the consequences," she said.
"Maybe we should," he suggested. "I mean, we've got to be able to say this is an emergency, right?"
"I don't know. Maybe. But if they do hit us with a fine like that, that would probably be it for me, I'd have to move home, go to night school or something."
"That would be a shame," he said, then it was his turn to correct himself: "I mean, you'd have to quit the gymnastics squad and so on."
She smiled, and then tilted her head a little, like she was suddenly thinking about him in a new way.
There was a brief pause, perhaps a little too long, for while he was thinking about breaking the silence, she said: "It's simpler this way. Why risk it?"
"It won't be so bad waiting, I'm sure," he said, trying to be reassuring.
"It would be like going on a date," she said brightly, but then again seemed to feel she'd gone too far, amending herself: "I mean, you know, except it isn't."
he thought if there'd been enough light, he had probably have seen her blush right then.
"We can tell people we were on a date," he suggested, trying to defuse the tension that seemed to have crept in a little. "Less embarrassing than 'I got stuck in the library'."
"Yeah, a lot less embarrassing," she laughed. "So what happens at the end of the night? I mean, if we don't get rescued. I don't usually sleep with guys on the first date."
"We'll just have to try and stay awake," he said. "It's getting a little cold, do you want my jacket?"
She smiled, "I have a jacket. And that would leave you cold, so what good would that be?"
She had a point, but he did see her shiver a little. Maybe she'd get cold enough to move towards the decision to make a run for it through the fire door downstairs. Or, as he was beginning to hope, maybe she'd prefer to stay, and to snuggle up for warmth.
Then again Maybe one of her friends would raise the alarm before then.
"Why don't we go for another wander around?" she asked. "That'll keep us warm."
So they did another tour of the library, a little less rushed than before, when they were looking for a quick exit.
As they wandered, from aisle to aisle, section to section and floor to floor, he found out more about Sophie's relatively sheltered upbringing in rural Hampshire, while he told her a little about his early days in Kent.
They were heading back down towards the English Lit section, since there was really nowhere else as comfortable to settle down for long periods at a time, when they stumbled upon a janitor's closet in the central stairwell.
they had been checking out every door they came across by this point, every nook and cranny, so he was sure they would have found this closet eventually. It wasn't particularly exciting, you might say, except that there was a flashlight in there.
That got both of them quite excited.
"We'll be able to signal people on the outside!" he said.
"Oh, yeah, that's a great idea!" she said, as though she hadn't been thinking about the obvious use for the flashlight, as he had.
"What were you thinking we'd do with it?" he asked.
"I... uh... just thought it would be nice to have some light," she said, and as he turned the flashlight on to bathe her pretty face in light, her expression told him she agreed her idea was a little on the lame side.
"Maybe if I'm going to tell my friends I was on a date," she said instead, "I might need to tell them what you look like?"
She playfully grabbed the flashlight off him, and put the light right back into his face, dazzling him.
"Come on," she said, "let's go try out your signalling plan."
They went back to the windows in the English Lit section, figuring it was close enough to the ground to catch people's attention, but they were a little tired of walking around by then, so crashing there seemed like a good long-term strategy.
The windows ran all the way along the wall, but had a nice wide sill that could be, and usually was, used by students to sit on. It even had cushions lining it. So, naturally enough, they found themselves sitting there, Sophie leaning back against a column with her legs outstretched, and him kneeling by her feet, facing the glass itself, flickering the flashlight at the outside world.
He was pleased that the flashlight made a clear circle of light on the pavement below the building, if anyone walked by, they would have to see it.
The trouble was, nobody walked by.
"How long do you think the battery will last?" she asked after a while, disappointment in her voice.
"It's pretty bright," he replied. "Should last a fair while."
"Can you see anybody?"
"Nope. Sorry."
"It's not your fault nobody's around."
"I'm sorry our date sucks."
She giggled. "It's not the worst date I've ever been on," she said. "Not by a long shot."
"I guess it could be a lot worse than this," he conceded.
"A lot of my friends would be jealous, if they knew I was on a date with a hot rower," she said, seeming less afraid to make such a forward remark now.
"When I take someone out on a real date, I'd at least make sure there was some drink available, maybe even something to eat."
"There's a vending machine over there?"
"You want something?"
"No," she said, and in the streetlight he could see that broad smile of hers again, so beautiful it made his heart sing. "Maybe you'll just have to take me out on a proper date some time," she added with a sly smile.
"I'd love to," Benedict said, feeling like the last remaining ice between them was now well and truly thawing. "Would we call that the first date or the second?"
"I don't know."
"'Cause I've heard you don't sleep with a guy on the first date."
Sophie threw a book at him after that comment, and they both laughed, and he thought he caught her looking at him with something of a twinkle in her eye.
There was really nobody around, the library wasn't on the way anywhere, but that night it seemed like people were making a particular effort to stay away. Didn't campus security do any patrols?
After a while, there seemed no point in carrying on with the spotlight efforts and he switched the flashlight off.
Benedict suggested getting some drinks, but as they got to the vending machine over by the entrance to the stairwell, he didn't have much change on him and the machine didn't seem to be accepting notes.
"Here," Sophie said, retrieving some coins from a pocket.
their hands touched as she handed them to him, and it was hard not to notice how cold she felt.
"You're really cold," he said, concerned.
"I'm okay," she said, but he thought he even noticed her shivering a little.
he put out his hands in request for hers, which she offered somewhat meekly, her little fib revealed. Her skin was like ice, so cold she could have been a corpse especially if he considered her complexion was fairly pale aside and her lustrous blonde hair. As he held them in his, however, her hands did warm up a little.
Holding her, touching her, there was an amazing energy between them. He caressed her hands a little, ostensibly to help warm them up, but it was a little more than that.
"We could try making a run for it," he offered. "We could tell them we were freezing..."
"No, I'll be okay," she said, looking at him with those big green eyes, "I... I like being here with you."
That made him feel all warm inside. He didn't know what to say.
"Maybe I just need to run up and down the stairs a little," she said. "That'll warm me up."
She broke away from him, and suddenly leaned over backwards, making him jump a little, he didn’t know, he thought she'd fainted or something, he supposed but instead of collapsing, she just learned gracefully into a casual flip, her hands confidently placed on the floor, her feet flicking daintily over the rest of her body before touching back down on the floor so that she could right herself.
"I'll be alright," she said, with a little grin at his obvious look of wonderment.
He knew gymnasts were supposed to be flexible, but her display caught him a little off-guard.
"I wish I could do that," he said.
"I could teach you," she smirked.
"I don't think so!"
They decided to split a Coke to keep a lid on their limited supply of coins, and headed back towards the windows, since the extra light made it the least intimidating place to settle. However, this time they grabbed some bean bags from the reading area, in order to make that still a little more comfortable.
On the way back, Sophie performed a few more little cartwheels, showing off her little frame and somehow still managing to keep a grip on her bean bag.
She really was stunningly beautiful. It made Benedict want to watch her actually compete, and not only because he had got to see her without her training gear on, although he imagined that would be a delicious sight.
"See?" She said, "I've warmed up a little already."
"Great. Now if only I could do a little gymnastics..."
they settled in again, with Sophie again sitting up against that column support, and him sitting at her feet.
This time, they kicked off their shoes, and ended up much closer than the last time they were there, close enough for him to be able to breathe in her subtle but sweet scent. he savoured her alluring perfume, breathing deeply but trying not to make it too obvious the effect she was having on him.
"It's getting pretty late," she said, checking the time on her redundant phone. "I guess his friends have forgotten all about me."
"Mine probably assume I'm drunk in some gutter somewhere."
"I've never been on a first date this long before," she said.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked, grappling with that age-old male inability to decipher the female code, while also slightly concerned that his comment about being drunk in a gutter somewhere might have suddenly put her off.
"Oh, definitely a good thing," she smiled, and he felt a strange sense of relief sweep over him. Then she said: "No, I just thought that it's kind of like having two dates in one."
"Well, I suppose if we end up drifting off to sleep, that'll mean your first-date rule is safe," he suggested.
"I guess so," she said. "And we'd skip that awkward 'will he or won't he call' thing after a first date."
They both chuckled at that.
Then he stuck his proverbial neck out, and said: "So if our next date is our third date, does that mean you'll sleep with me then as well?"
There was a slight pause, which seemed to him to take an age to end. Had he taken things too far? Was she going to bolt out of here and rush for that fire door, to Hell with the consequences? Maybe he had disappointed her, maybe he was being crude.
But her mouth curled into a seductive smile, and she said: "Well, that just depends."
"Depends on what?" he said, innocently enough.
Then she was up on all fours, her pretty face moving towards his. She said, "On how good a kisser you are."
Sophie leaned forward, and he could not believe his luck. his world was filled with her pretty face, her sweet fragrance, her soft yet burning lips.
After his initial shock at their sudden dash to first base, he tentatively kissed her back, echoing her delicate exploration of his own lips, gazing into those sultry eyes as he breathed nothing but her glorious scent, a heady mix of sweet vanilla perfume and the subtle mustiness of her natural aroma.
he was quite breathless when at last they parted.
"Wow," she said, apparently as breathless as him.
"So did I pass?"
"Hmm..." she said, shuffling forward. "Well, I think you passed the first part of the test."
"How many parts are there?"
"Oh, lots."
Then she leaned forwards again, and once again they were sharing the sweetest of kisses. He was burning up inside, he had never kissed anyone like this before, her effect on him was like some kind of drug.
As they tangled, he touched her soft cheek, marvelling at her beauty. He gently cradled her head as their tongues danced together, and it wasn't long before her hands swept up to press him towards her, and they were locked in the most incredible heat.
"You know the perfect way to warm a girl up," she said as they parted again, both a little short on oxygen.
"Happy to be of service," he said.
"We might have to cool down a bit."
"Too much for a second date?"
"Too much for being this close to the windows!" she giggled.
"There's absolutely nobody around!"
"But there might be!"
"You want to stop?" he asked, wondering what they'd do instead, since there was now a whole different kind of energy between them.
"No," she smiled slyly, then picked up her bean bag and dropped it onto the floor beside them. "Just relocate slightly."
he dropped his own bean bag next to hers, and they did as she suggested, and were soon happily entangled once again.
Being on the floor gave them a lot more room, a lot more freedom. Benedict drew out the band from her ponytail, and as he kissed her mouth, he was able to run his fingers through her silky hair.
he caressed her face, her chin, her slender neck, luxuriating in the velvet-soft texture of her skin, teasing out a quiet moan from this exquisite creature.
The bean bags were surprisingly accommodating as they writhed together, Sophie now clamping her coltish legs around his body, pressing herself close. He could tell that all her gymnastics training made her extremely strong, as well as flexible.
he kissed his way slowly down from underneath her left ear, down her neck, and her moans grew a little in intensity.
"Oh that's nice," she moaned when he approached the base of her neck.
But then when he moved his fingers to her throat to unzip her training top, he met with resistance.
"Wait," she whispered, "I didn't get time to shower after gymnastics."
"It doesn't matter," he said, with a soothing tone he hoped to encourage her to open up, without feeling in any way forced. "I want you. just the way you are."
He tasted her lips once again, and felt her resistance melt away, and she was actively unfastening her training jacket by herself, drawing the zip slowly down her chest to reveal the sleek, dark material of her leotard beneath.
he felt her petite frame rise to his touch as his hands roamed over her tight leotard, exploring her tantalising curves. She had a fairly typical gymnast's figure, he guessed, slim and agile, with a flat stomach and small waist, while her breasts were fairly large, they appeared very sensitive to his soft caresses.
She was so hot to the touch, even through her leotard, the material seemed to be a perfect conductor of her heat.
he brushed his palms gently over her chest, finding her nipples hard now, poking up against the thin material. Through her leotard, he teased the little buttons, forcing out some louder moans from Sophie though their lips were still locked firmly together, while her pretty eyes flashed at him with unbridled lust.
As he continued to caress the soft curves of her breasts, grazing her nipples with the tips of his fingers, he slowly kissed his way down her neck once again, taking it further this time without the hindrance of her jacket, to the edge of her gymnastics costume.
That daintily musty aroma from her earlier workout was a touch stronger lower down, but only seemed to spur him on, stirring his blood and making his heart pound in his chest.
He wanted so much more.
He was careful to watch for any signs that she might be uncomfortable with how far they were taking this, they had, after all, only really known each other for a brief time. But she seemed in no mood to stop, quietly groaning as he took one of her little buds in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue through the thin leotard while his hands continued to coax her breasts and sweep down to explore the elegant curves of her waist and back.
"You're so beautiful," he said in barely more than a whisper, and she just beamed at him in reply before moaning once again as he slipped his fingers under the edge of her relatively low-cut leotard, to glide over her bare skin and down to those stiff little nipples.
he felt her tremble as he touched her bare breasts, her body writhing at the sensations flowing through her.
Stroking her nipples with his fingers, he caressed her belly with his lips, breathing in that alluring scent while planting kisses over her graceful contours. Her aroma grew stronger as he approached the waistband of her sweatpants and he thought he detected the first traces of her arousal.
he couldn't get enough of it. Call him greedy if you will, but he just wanted more and more.
Fearing that she'd feel they were going too far, that she'd call a halt to everything any moment, he very gradually nudged against the top of her sweatpants, gently easing the material downwards to edge closer and closer towards her promised land.
Each time he got a little closer, he kissed his way back up her stomach to her breasts, taking her stiff little nipples back inside his hot mouth, albeit through her leotard.
Her breathing was more like a series of sighs now, she was lying back with her head turned to the side, just letting the sensations wash over her. She didn't look as though she wanted to stop any time soon.
The adrenalin was buzzing around his system, his heart beating like a drum in a rock band. He paused, wondering if he should play it safe, take it slow, and keep to the area they had already explored.
It has to be said, it was already quite far for a first date, whatever they were calling it now. he would have been perfectly happy if she wanted to slow it down, of course, but there and then he decided he wasn't going to take the safe option just then. he had stop if she wanted, but the possibilities were so tantalising, he had to at least try.
Subtly, attempting to avoid any chance that she'd suddenly become afraid or nervous, he shifted slightly, downwards, still lying beside her where she had the option to flee if she needed to, but coming to rest in a position where he could pursue a more thrilling course.
He was kissing delicately along the thin material of her leotard, just above her waistline but again nudging her sweatpants down a little, when she reached down to unfasten the cord tied around her waist. If this wasn't an invitation to continue, he doesn't know what it was.
It set his pulse racing again, the thought buzzing around his head that this exquisite creature was opening herself up to him, that he might get to sample her sweet nectar , even after just a few hours of knowing her.
He felt like the luckiest guy in the world, and once she had the knot unfastened, he gently slid her sweatpants down over her slender hips, revealing the rest of her leotard, her sweet mound, her smooth thighs. She actively helped him to pull the garment off her, boosting his own confidence and reassuring him a little that she was warm enough to part with it just then.
"You think we're moving beyond the realms of the second date?" she said, looking down at him with those big doe eyes.
"You want to stop?" he asked, with a sly smile that implied that he was fairly sure she didn't.
"We could just call this the start of our third date," she said, one of her hands running through his hair.
"That sounds good to me," he said, kissing her upper thigh, just below the high-cut arch of her leotard, tasting that slight saltiness on her skin.
Then she touched his chin, tilted his head up to look into her eyes, and she said: "You don't have to. I mean, I know I had gymnastics earlier and"
"I can't get enough of you," he said interrupting her, kissing her lower abdomen just an inch or two above that exhilarating rise of her mound.
"Mmm... then take whatever you want..." she replied with a moan that made him quiver inside.
He kissed the bare skin over her hips, then down to her inner thighs, indulging himself in her beauty, her velvet skin, and that fizzing sense of anticipation as he edged closer to the very centre of her arousal.
Her skin was already warm to the touch, but as he moved closer to the edge of her leotard, the heat grew noticeably, along with the unmistakable aroma of her juices.
Then he was brushing over her mound, her leotard moist to the touch, his nose and mouth pressing gently into her raw heat. He had repositioned himself between her slender thighs, and it was like every one of his senses was saturated with her.
Sophie was lying back again, her eyes closed, her arms by her sides, her hands clutching at the beanbag beneath her as he ran his tongue slowly along the thin material covering her pussy.
Tasting her, such a glorious spicy cocktail, now it was his turn to moan softly, letting out his own feelings while letting her know just how much he loved to be there, just how much he adored such intimate contact. She seemed to relax a little at this reassurance, to know he wasn't just doing this to impress her, to make her feel good.
he spread his hot mouth over her lycra-covered pussy, pressing against her and feeling that slight give in the centre, her pussy lips opening up to him.
Her gentle moans gave way to a gasp as he peeled her leotard aside to reveal her pussy to the cool air and, despite the relatively poor lighting conditions, his gaze. So beautiful, so smooth under its tidy patch of dark hair, her fragrant flower drew him in.
She trembled as she felt first his hot breath on her sensitive folds, then the soft touch of his lips. Oh-so briefly, he tasted her from the source, and her moans seemed to turn almost to pleading, but rather than pile in, he moved back for a moment, kissing her inner thighs again, taking in that wonderful sight before he got too close.
Then his burning mouth returned to her soft pussy lips, and he was kissing her there, licking her, playing with her, dipping his tongue inside her to sample her sweet nectar.
He was moaning again as he tasted her spice, revelling in his being so close to her, so connected. He gently parted her legs a little more to offer him maximum access as his tongue traced the length of her slick valley, lapping up her juices.
And then he was kissing around her little clitoris, warming up the sensitive little bud before getting too close, using his fingers to caress her pussy lips before sliding gently inside her.
Her moans soon turned to blissful cries, his mouth engulfing her clit even as her pussy engulfed his middle finger, her labia tight around it in a manner that made his cock rock hard down below.
Moving from lapping up her now freely flowing juices to taking her clit into his mouth, he felt she was beginning to move towards some kind of resolution. he started to suck her clit a little more forcefully, and with his finger sought out that sensitive spot on the front wall of her pussy.
She was writhing about under him by now, his tongue flicking over her clit, his finger being squeezed by her gymnast's muscles.
And she was coming, trembling and crying out as she did so, his tongue now swirling around her soaking labia, his nose pressed against her burning clit, her hands clamping his head to her pulsating pussy, her thighs pressing against his ears.
When her grip relaxed, he knew enough to break away from her sensitive zone, loving that the taste of her remained on his lips.
"Oh God..." was all she said for a while, over and over, breathless, lolling back as though drained of all energy. Then, "That's never happened before."
Moving up beside her, he couldn't help the curiosity: "Really?"
"I didn't think boys like to -- you know."
they edged closer to him, turning to face away from him so that He could spoon up against her.
"Some do," He said. "With the right person."
She let out a little satisfied sigh, almost a mew. "I've never felt anything like it. It was the most amazing feeling."
"It was pretty amazing for me, too," He smiled, and glanced at his watch, hoisting his eyebrows a little at the apparent fact that he had been between her thighs for about half an hour.
"I take it You like it?"
"With you, I adore it."
"How come?"
"Are you kidding? Getting that close to someone as stunning as you? How could I not? You know your pheromones can drive a guy crazy? And I was mainlining..."
"You are crazy," she said, "that's true enough."
Wedged up against her, he couldn't help but sweep his hands over her, taking in her tight curves, her wonderfully smooth skin. He moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, the warm smell of her hair and her perfume seeming so comforting to him.
"Mmm... if you're not careful, you'll get me going again in a minute," she said, his hands brushing over her tender breasts, down her stomach.
"That's fine by me," he said softly, kissing her ear.
She smiled, "But it's my turn."
"Your turn?"
"Don't you know the rules? I show you mine, you have to show me yours."
"Ah. Well, if those are the rules..."
"They are," she insisted, and suddenly picked herself up. "I am going to get another drink, and then I'm going to take what's mine.
She did a little twirl and without putting on the rest of her clothes, she padded off towards the vending machine, performing a few little cartwheels along the way.
He watched her as she was consumed by the shadows, and then emerged in the light of the stairwell and the vending machine itself. He still had her flavour on his lips, and he savoured it, his loins now stirring at the anticipation of her return.
A loud clang from the vending machine, and she was on her way back, sipping as she went.
"You want some?" she asked as she came to a halt in front of him.
"Sure," he said, pulling himself up to his feet.
She gave him the bottle, and as he took a swig, she nearly choked him in surprise as her hands scoped out the hardness between his thighs.
"Mmm..." she grinned. "What have we got here?"
Dropping down to kneel in front of him, she quite suddenly slid his pants down over his hips, exposing him to the cold air.
"You really mean business!" he laughed.
Sophie seemed to catch her breath, then purred, "Oh, it's beautiful. Can I touch it?"
"Could I ever say 'no' to you?"
"I hope not!"
he felt her cool hands tentatively touch his stiff cock, taking in its shape, its hardness, stroking his shaft a little.
Then she leaned forward to kiss it, and he felt her hot breath on his sensitive organ. She traced his shaft with her tongue, starting towards the base, then slowly moving towards the end, planting the occasional kiss as she went along. She was trying it out, exploring.
"So smooth," she said.
"I might need to sit down," he said.
With a smile, she put a foot down on his pants so that he would have to remove them to relocate, which he did without much protest. he perched on the window seat once more, his back to the window to shield them from the prying eyes that Sophie thought might be there, though really were not.
She placed a bean bag between his feet and knelt down in front of him once again.
"Ready?" she asked, flashing a broad smile with those beautiful eyes somehow lit up.
he replied: "more than."
"Okay," she said, then gave him a serious look for a moment, "and don't you stop until you're ready , if you get my meaning."
"Whatever you say."
Then he felt his cock engulfed in her warmth, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip while she seemed to roll the head of his cock around her mouth, letting it fill her, then withdraw, then refill that wonderful hotness, those pretty lips stretched around him.
he could do little but gasp at the sensations rippling through his body, he was having a hard time remembering to support himself as he leaned back towards the window.
As she tended to him with her mouth, she also used her hands to explore him, taking in his thighs and calves as well as up to his hard cock. She cradled his balls softly and flashed him a cheeky smile.
Then she was focussing all efforts on his erection, teasing out a deep moan from him as she upped the tempo, her head beginning to bob up and down on his shaft.
It was wonderful, and the adoration in her eyes when she looked up at him just took it to a whole new level, and he knew he wouldn't last long. The vibrations from her own breathing and little moans helped build up this energy inside him that could not be held back.
he could feel his orgasm surging up, and for a moment, hoped he hadn't misinterpreted her earlier request for him to keep going. The energy bubbled up inside him, and suddenly it was too late to hold back, his cock throbbing as his hot seed emerged.
Sophie seemed happy enough to take his come in her mouth, and as he came down from the great high she'd taken him to, she was lapping at his softening cock and making little contented noises.
"God you have a beautiful cock," she said, pulling away from him as he became just that little bit too sensitive to continue.
"I just can't get enough."
he returned her smile, "You can have as much as you like," he said.
"I'll hold you to that, mister."
He felt the cold pretty quickly afterwards, and reached for his pants as Sophie took to performing a few cartwheels in front of him.
"Are you not a little cold?" he asked, since she seemed in no hurry to put on her training jacket or sweatpants.
"Not even a little bit!" she said mid-spin, "feels like I'm burning up inside!"
She came to a halt and stepped between his legs, where he could hold onto her, his hands pressed to her little waist. True enough, he could feel her heat through that thin leotard -- she wasn't even a little bit cold.
"I'm buzzing all over," she said, her elfin face so beautiful as she looked down at him like that, smouldering with desire.
he couldn't help but slip his hands round to her shapely little butt, and ducked forward to plant a kiss just above her mound.
He knew what she meant -- it felt like a thousand Christmases happening at once, he was still shaking a little from the raw adrenaline flowing through his system as a result of merely being with this hot little gymnast. But underneath that, he could tell well enough how cold it was.
"I think I might need some chocolate to get my energy back," he said.
Thankfully, the vending machine was relatively well stocked with calorific candy bars, no doubt to keep those little grey cells going when students were up against their deadlines. They had enough change for a Mars Bar each, which they both devoured like ravenous beasts, perched on the nearest step in the stairwell.
"So I've lost track of which date we're on now," he said between mouthfuls of chocolate.
"I think we must be on number five or six by now," she said. "The things you did to me, we must be."
"So does that mean it's all right for us to sleep together?"
"I think it's now required," she grinned.
"So what's next?"
Sophie jumped to her feet, then reached out for his hands, which he presented to her only to be pulled up himself. "Next," she said, "we should head up to the top floor."
"What's up there?"
"Oh, nothing much..." there was a glint in her eye.
So, curious as to what was on her mind, he followed her up to the top of the building, where it turned out her target was the female restroom.
"See you in a minute," she said, stopping him outside the door.
She went inside, and the door closed behind her, leaving him waiting there, standing in the glow from the stairwell and facing the dark shelves. He was beginning to wonder what she was planning, but then she came back out, too quick for a bathroom break, he thought.
"That was quick," he said.
"Got what I came for," she said, with that mischievous glint in her eyes again.
She held up her hand, and inside it was a box of condoms.
"Are you shocked?" she asked meekly.
He was Rock hard between his thighs, he thought his cock was making some kind of a statement, but his brain was a little unsure what to say.
In a little haze of lust and surprise, he said: "Well, if we are on date five or six..."
"Exactly," she grinned, and walked past him. "Come on, I can't wait."
She walked into the bookshelves, no longer concerned about the darkness in fact, actively seeking it out, walking along a crack in the floor tiles like it was a balancing beam. As she went, he couldn't help but stare at her sexy butt squeezed inside that leotard.
A moment later, he managed to break out of his daze, scampering after his horny little gymnast.
"Must be a table around here, somewhere," she was saying as he caught up. There was, and she didn't waste a moment perching on its edge, holding out her arms to pull him towards her.
They kissed again, the sparks flying as her tongue slipped inside his mouth. As they tangled, her hands were pulling his clothes off, and his hands were in her hair, then slipping down to the neckline of her leotard and under the thin material.
"Wait," she said, stopping him from peeling it off her. "I want you to fuck me in my gymnastics costume."
"Okay..."
She grinned, "Maybe it'll be my lucky suit from now on."
Then off came his boxers, and Sophie was tearing open a condom packet, peeling the thing down his erect cock.
He stopped briefly, nudging aside her damp leotard to reveal the pretty petals of her open pussy. He kissed around it a little, savouring her juices and running his tongue up to envelope her clit in his hot mouth.
She was already so wet he just craved that tangy, saltiness of her pussy one last time before he filled it.
Then she was coaxing him upwards and forwards, pulling him close so his hardness pressed against her heat.
"Fuck me," she said, gazing into his eyes.
Careful to keep their protection in place, he touched the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, feeling that irresistible heat radiating from her as he nudged forwards.
Looking in her beautiful almond eyes, he eased inside her, sliding his shaft into her tightness, feeling her enclose him, her feet coming up behind him to pull him in. Her arousal was obvious as he glided inside her, her juices coating his cock.
"Oh God, that's amazing," she breathed. He thought he murmured something in reply, but it was all a little overwhelming to say anything intelligible.
he withdrew, and the expression on her pretty face was almost one of pleading, desperate for more. Slick with her juices already, he thrust his cock back inside her, his entire shaft tingling with the ecstatic sensations of her hot pussy enveloping him and the exquisite feeling of being inside such a beautiful girl as Sophie.
Gazing back into his eyes, his pretty little gymnast let out a quiet gasp, her lips spreading in a blissful smile.
they moved together, slowly at first, though building up pace in no time. Kissing her, caressing her, holding her, it was the most blissful sensation he had ever experienced. Her pussy was so firm, so hot as it squeezed his shaft.
She lay back against the tabletop, and his hands found their way around her smooth curves to the gentle rise of her chest, and her hard little nipples straining against her leotard.
The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, blended with her perfume, which seemed to drive him on like some kind of magic.
Then, quite suddenly, all the lights in the library were switched on.
For a long moment, they froze mid-thrust, looking at each other with the kind of dazed surprise that a rabbit might have when facing a pair of oncoming headlamps.
they were still apart from the rise and fall of their chests as they drew in oxygen to recover from their exertions.
There was a curious mixture of emotions, both of them so swamped with adrenaline, their bodies wracked with lust for each other. His cock was still so hard, buried inside her, and even though he was more than a little nervous that they were about to be discovered, it was still such a thrill to be inside her, and she was now bathed in light, revealing her full beauty to him.
That moment seemed to go on for ages. they did nothing but listen, and eventually heard the low sound of voices. They were somewhere on the bottom floor, and to him the obvious source was a couple of security guards doing a routine patrol.
Whoever it was down there, they didn't seem to be rushing their patrol. The library was fairly large, so after that momentary freeze, he thought both of them started to relax at once.
"We should get out of here," he whispered.
Sophie flashed him a look of pure lust.
"I'm so close," she said, "Just a little longer?"
He raised his eyebrows at the riskiness of the suggestion, but slowly began to move inside her, squeezing his hips to withdraw, then thrust again.
"You'd better be quiet," he whispered, as she started moaning quietly again.
"I'll try," she said. "Now fuck me! I'm right on the edge!"
With her prompting, he penetrated her hot pussy, building up his power until they were both shaking the table as they writhed together.
He wondered if the prospect of being caught added to the thrill of the situation, for it really took no time at all before Sophie was trembling again with another orgasm, and he could see her desperately trying to stifle her cries as the forceful climax swept through her petite frame.
Caressing her slender curves as he continued to thrust inside her, he held himself a little in check until he was absolutely certain she was over the edge and there was no heading back.
At last, he released and felt that glorious sensation of his hot seed flowing out inside the condom.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her for a brief lull, and they were kissing again, feeling so at one with each other.
Then the overriding imperative of their lust began to fade, and the sense of panic started to return. Where were the security guards?
He lifted himself up and reached down for his clothes, the condom discarded in a thankfully full bin. Sophie sat up to pull the crotch of her leotard over to re-cover up her sweet little pussy.
"Where are they?" she asked in another whisper.
he paused, listening. "I think they're coming up the stairs," he said. "But they're not on this floor yet."
"What if they're coming to get us?"
"Because of my flashlight antics?" he asked.
"I don't know," she smiled, "maybe flashing is against uni rules."
"Can't be. Half the Union groups would be shut down."
She giggled, "Come on!" and grabbed his hand, and they were off again, this time skulking through the shelves like a couple of cat burglars.
"We could just tell them we got locked in," he suggested in a hushed voice.
"If we were both fully dressed and didn't smell like sex, that might have worked," Sophie grinned. "If they find me like this, I think we'd be in trouble."
"D'you think we can get past them?" she asked. "Maybe get out of here?"
Part of him was a little sad at this possibility, craving more time with this hot little gymnast. they'd only had a few hours together, and although they were joking about being on their fifth or sixth date by now, the reality was that they had only just met. There was still the possibility that this would turn out to be nothing more than a crazy one-night stand.
And though he had not really taken much time out from rowing to really think about maintaining a full-on relationship, something had changed in him tonight. He wanted as much of Sophie as he could possibly get.
Still, being a man, his pride kicked in and he stifled his concerns, saying casually, "You think left the library doors unlocked?"
"There's a good chance. The trick is going to be getting past them."
They crept to the stairwell, and edged over the bannister to see if they could spot any movement, both listening out for any noise that might offer a clue as to the security guards' whereabouts.
"We could just hide," he whispered, "then continue as though they'd never come."
"We could. But wouldn't you rather have a warm bed than a whole night in this cold place?"
She had a fair point.
"I guess so," he said, perhaps a hint of regret in his voice despite the powerful sense of physical satisfaction currently flowing through his veins.
He was about to suggest that they could go back to his place, or hers, if she preferred, when she held a finger up to her lips, silencing him. they could see hands gripping the handrail a few flights below them the security guards were coming up the stairs towards them.
they poised to flee.
From the sound of them, there appeared to be two campus security guards, and they appeared in no hurry to clamber up the steps. Their voices were as relaxed as their climbing pace, and actually made them relax a little, clear as it was that they were here on a routine patrol, not targeting two horny students loose in the library.
Still, as they arrived on the floor below them, they were on a hair trigger ready to explode into a mad dash for the safety of the bookshelves behind them.
Somehow, they held their nerves. he thought if the guards had taken one more step up towards them, they would have sprang into action, but after a long pause in which it became apparent that their conversation was tending towards the following weekend's rowing competition, their patrol route veered off into the floor below them.
they waited a little longer, counting time using the pounding beats of their nervous hearts.
Then he looked at Sophie and she nodded. Silently, they pulled themselves up and took to the steps, tip-toeing their way down to the floor below.
The guards' voices were getting steadily quieter and quieter, they were heading down towards the outer perimeter of the floor, by the windows. Sophie peered around the edge of the doorway, and looked back to give him the signal to proceed. Then both of them scampered down the next flight of stairs, alert for the slightest hint that they had been discovered.
Feeling a little safer, they headed back down to the second floor where they had left their stuff.
"Do we risk it?" he whispered.
"I'm not going outside like this." he could accept that -- she had to be cold enough already dressed in nothing but her leotard. She added: "You stay here and keep a look out, I'll get your stuff too."
he nodded, and she scurried off towards their beanbags. If anything, he was feeling a little gloomy at the end of their library adventure, but if did something to thwart their chances of escape now, she might never forgive him. He had to go along with it.
A little while later, he heard the voices of the security guards again. He was almost willing them to come downstairs, to head th off at the pass and seal off their route of escape so that he might be locked up once again with Sophie.
They didn't, however, they were heading up to the top floor, and momentarily, Sophie returned dressed in her jacket and sweatpants again, clutching their papers.
"Can't forget these," she smiled.
he returned her smile, "Absolutely."
Then she grabbed his hand again, and pulled him downstairs and out towards the main entrance.
His last chance was that the security-conscious guards had re-locked the main doors behind them after they entered the building. they would then have to hide somewhere on the bottom floor and hope that they had already satisfied themselves that that floor was secure. his heart in his throat, he reached out to push the door.
It opened.
Silently, he groaned his disappointment. Was that it? Now that they were free to go wherever they wanted, would Sophie want to see him again?
Outside, it was drizzling, only adding to his sudden misery. They continued to hold hands, but paced it away from the building and possible detection by campus security. Round the next corner, they stopped to catch their breaths.
"Well I guess this is good-bye, then," he said, more than a little gloomy.
"Are you crazy?" she said in a somewhat sharp tone.
"Well..." he wasn't really sure what to say.
"You know you're required to actually sleep with me?" Her statement filled his entire being with the warmth of pure unadulterated joy.
"I am?" was all he could utter, his brain suffering something of a power overload.
"Do You do want to?" she asked, and there was now a hint of worry in her voice and heartbreak evident on her face.
"Of course! I'd give anything to..."
"Good," she grinned, and grabbed a hold of his hand again. "Only, we're not going to sleep very much."
"No? I like the sound of that."
"No," said Sophie. "We're going to go back to my place so I can have that long-overdue shower..."
"And then?"
"And then I'm going to tear off your clothes and fuck the living daylights out of you."
She looked at him with those big, beautiful eyes, and he knew that for them, this night was only just beginning in and that it was going to turn out to be the best night of his life so far and the start of something very special.
#bridgerton#benophie#benophie smut#benedict bridgerton#benedict bridgerton smut#sophie beckett#benedict x sophie#ash's smut
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Yandere!Renata Glasc X Reader 2/2
Part 1
MC Pronouns: They/Them (but very little to mentions)
Pairing: Some Sevika x Reader and... well... very abusive and unilateral Renata Glasc x Reader
Content Warning: Non-con drug use, kidnapping, violence description, death (not yours)
A/N: I actually thought I posted this but then I saw it in my drafts when someone called me out and freaked tf out. I'm so sorry to everyone who was waiting, btw if I dont post the last part of something you can totally remind me of it or my bad memory will forget it bc the drafts part of tumblr are out of my sight (thanks ADHD)
~Read with caution, stay aware there might be warnings that I missed and if you see some, PLEASE let me know so I can add it to the list :)
After some people found out about you and Sevika, the ones who weren't scared of you for being "Glasc's protected" now were far away from you because of the 'Scary Lady'
Walking in Zaun could be a dangerous adventure, any wrong turn could be a death sentence
Far from what they thought, you didn't needed protection, living here your entire life gave you some skills that new-unadvised-comers would literally die for
But you didn't complain, it was good to walk home after a tiring day without anyone messing with you
Renata never made you stay past your shift, much less so late, and all the rare moments that happened she would always send someone or escort you to your house herself
This was an unspoken rule betweem both of you that was being flawlessly followed... at least until today
Miss Glasc was so occupied with paperwork that when you told her how late it was she simply dismissed you with a flicker of hand
Zaun's fog was more intense than usual, the harsh cold was slowly taking all the machines warmth away, so the livid streets where almost empty
When she was filled with work it was for the greater good to not bother her, principally for something as trivial as "I don't want to walk home alone", so you simply wished her a good night and left
The walk home was safer than when there was a whole bunch of people in the streets, but any moving shadow meant that your eyes needed to be more attentive
Your house had a brand new door since Sevika made sure to punch your old one just to demonstrate how fragile it was, so it also had a set of new keys that you still didn't quite knew how to sort out
You only stopped your tries when you heard a noise at the begging of your house alley where the principal streets met and jumped when someone grabbed your shoulders
"Hey, you're looking at the wrong way" Sevika's voice rang with a laugh when she realized how scared you where once you started trying to punch her
Apparently she got away from work just to walk you home but you were taking too long so she finished whatever she had to do for her boss, got food and now you both were sitting at the small stairs in front of your door while eating and talking.
You had completely forgot about how tired you where and didn't remember where you put your keys at the moment you finished.
Sevika was again laughing and looking around to see if you dropped it around when three figures appeared at the entrance of your street
They also tried to take their chance a million times against her, last time one of them made a scratch that drawn blood enough for you to be concerned with
Your girlfriend knew them, she knew they where just some street gang that robbed any unattended person and did some of Silco's dirty jobs when she was away
As always, none of them talked, only stalked toward Sevikas direction and smiled when she growled at them as a warning
You didn't understood the gravity of the situation until Sevika pushed you away at the same time that other people appeared closing the alley exit
It was in a blink of an eye that Sevika's mechanical arm started glowing and the first punch was thrown , but not in her direction, in yours
You loosed your conscious for a few seconds and only got up when you heard Sevika screaming at someone, you tried to move but three other guys were holding you in place making you watch Sevika trying to fight her way to you
One by one they where falling down in pools of blood but you could see that her energy and shimmer was also being drained since they broke the reservoir on her shoulder
You tried to fight, you tried to move, but they were stronger than you, your body shivered when she felt to the ground
It was over to her, she didn't got up when they punched her in the face again and you thought you were allucinating when you heard your bosses voice
Your scalp was hurting but still you managed to look up and see Renata making her way through the crowd of brutes, her smirk only flattered when she saw you and a low warning growl could be heard behind her mask
"I told you to not hurt them" the woman said while holding your face when they let go of you taking a few steps back "What did they did to you sweet pet? It's not gonna hurt anymore and they will pay, I promise"
Your eyebrow and mouth was bleeding from the punches they throwed at you and your head hurted from the impact with ground and with how hard they where holding your hair
When Renata words hitted their ears and they realized their head was in line the rest of them moved back, trying to find ways to escape
It was more than clear that any brusque movement was going to make Miss Glasc snap
You smiled at her, she always knew when to appear, when to help you but it got you of guard when she forced your mouth open with two pills down your throat.
Even through the mask you could imagine her wicked smile when she looked at the ones that tried to escape on the other end and moved her arm, knocking them out with the pile of bodies that she stacked
You started to feel numb to the point where you couldn't move.
Renata gently laid you down to finish her service, and with only one twist, her entire mechanical arm opened into a claw that elongated far enough to pierce one by one of the ones trying to escape
The sound of bodies pilling on top of each other and heads brutally hitting the ground when she receded her arm into its normal made you wanna throw up, but not even your stomach could make such a big move without your entire body having that awful freezing numbed felling
When Renata turned and started making her way towards you Sevika slowly got up from the ground spitting blood on one of the corpses that was next to her
"Don't you- Don't you fucking dare to to-touch-" She tried to speak but with every word a bloodied cough came instead of complete sentences
Renata tsked with a smirk stopping in the middle of the track and turned to face your girlfriend
"Or what? You couldn't even protect yourself, imagine them." She said slowly "You. Don't. Deserve. Them"
You couldn't move and all you could feel was the eerie cold air and your heart clenching when Sevika's stiff body was throw in front of you
In a fraction of seconds the woman modified arm extended again but this time to wrap around Sevika's throat
You could see the little oxygen that was left in her body leaving slowly while she still tried to fight the woman
"It's ok now darling, I'm here with you... No one else will try to hurt you or dare to take you away from me" Renata said while holding you in her arms, taking you away from your lover and from your life.
What once was her bright grey eyes - where you normally could see the entirety of a loving soul - was now unwelcoming to any kind of care.
She was dead.
Renata's plan may have been much more grotesque than what she wanted but at least, you where finally safe and with eyes only for her
#renata glasc imagine#renata glasc x reader#arcane sevika x reader#renata x reader#renata glasc x you#renata x you
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i know i said that i was done horse posting but what i meant was actually that i was done posting about great khan horses. im gonna talk about horses with jobs now, the fine horses employed under the mojave express. i think they have horse insurance as one of the benefits they offer among other things, like making shooting you technically a crime. you can either sign up for one of the companies already tamed and insured horses after a certain length of time working for them and getting it approved by your immediate superior and the mojave express will handle everything from choosing the horse for you getting it a full set of gear complete with a feedbag and waterskin just for the horse to training you if you dont already know how to ride and then at any outpost they will have a stable set up complete with enough water and feed to care for the horse there and restock for the road. they also have horse veterinarians to care for your horse. this is getting kind of long so under the cut for the rest
OR if you already own a horse or have the skills to catch and tame one you can bypass the application process and just get your horse insured under the company policy and access all of the above amenities. the main benefit to this is not having to deal with whatever horse the company assigns you but if for any reason your horse dies on the job the company will replace your horse the same way they would one of their own with some paperwork of course. or you can always go through the process of finding your own and registering it with the company again. i think this is what cave did for his horse, the great khans let him sit in on micro's horse lessons when he could so he knows how to catch, break, and train a horse with a decent amount of skill, though he only really knows how to ride bareback. the khans didnt have a kit to spare for him. jessup still cares for the horse cave was trained on, it wont let anyone else ride it and barely tolerates jessup caring for it. caves great khan horse is a huuuge bitch, one of those mares if you know what i mean. a chestnut mare. she has ane extra eye in the middle of her forehead to enhance her judging stare. she doesnt really have a name, cave didnt want to get TOO attached to her, so shes mostly referred to either as chestnut or insults because of her less then stellar temperament.
the horse cave has registered under the mojave express is one he caught after his relationship with jessup took a turn for the worse. a spotted gelding named polkadots only because cave had to put a name for the horse on the mojave express insurance paperwork. polkadots was not a gelding before cave caught him, cave did the gelding himself actually. the great khans didnt even really teach him how he just watched one of them geld a horse, learned why, and copied what that khan did from memory. polkadots is a total lovebug for some reason, like weirdly affectionate for a wild caught horse, cave thinks it might just be an escaped horse or something hes that sweet on people. all of caves coworkers at the mojave express loved polkadots, especially johnson nash and his wife. they all spoiled the fuck out of polkadots with mutfruit and carrot treats. polkadots is super duper closely bonded with cave though, primarily because they had to get trained by the mojave express to work with a saddle and other such gear together. cave tries not to spoil polkadots as much as everyone else at the express outpost does, he doesnt really succeed. he takes better care of polkadots then he does himself really, the only reason he doesnt skip meals to feed it is the free horse food alloted to couriers like him. jessup steals polkadots after looting cave's not-quite-dead body of everything of sentimental value. polkadots doesnt really hold this against him and for some reason that makes jessup feel waaay guiltier. oh shit forgot polkadots has a 5th leg on his side, he doesnt really use it, he actually tucks its up under himself when running but he can use it to brake himself akira slide style.
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Live Today and Live Tomorrow
Summary: Grim and Obi-Wan in the first few days after Order 66.
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Grim Kennet (OC)
Additional Tags: Obi-Wan is called Ben, Grim is called Rue, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post Order 66
Note: I wrote this fic over a month ago after @bluejay-in-write sent a fake title for a story and completely forgot to post it.
After everything that happened, it was time for Grim and Obi-Wan to find a new home. Where they could watch over Luke, and begin new lives.
At last the two Jedi stopped. “Here we are,” said Obi-Wan as he got off the eopie they were riding.
“A cave?” Grim asked, curiously. “But in the next movie you live in a hut.”
“And when does the next movie take place?” Obi-Wan asked her.
“Nineteen years from now,” she replied.
“In that case, perhaps I will get a hut in the future, but for now it’s been a very long day and we both need rest.”
Grim yawned. “But it’s only dawn?”
“And when was the last time either of us slept?”
“I’m pretty sure I was sleeping when getting my new arm,” she joked, gesturing to her new metal replacement.
“Very well, but I haven’t had any sleep recently, and I know you haven’t gotten much sleep at all in the past days. So for now let's get some sleep and discuss what the future will hold for us in the morning.”
“Okay,” said Grim. “But if you don’t get a hut this year-”
“Grim, let’s not start this.”
“Fine,” she agreed. She slid off the eopie and entered the cave after Obi-Wan. “It’s not big,” she noted needlessly.
“It doesn’t need to be big, it just needs to shelter us and keep us hidden.”
“True.”
Neither Jedi had much, so they didn’t bother to unpack. There were only two rooms in the cave, the main room in which they entered, that also had another opening - Grim thought that would be a great place for meditation - and a room with a giant rock on the floor. She supposed that would be the bed.
Grim and Obi-Wan used their cloaks for blankets. The day’s events had tired the Jedi Master so he slept first, but Grim could not sleep.
She found her lightsaber and went outside, sitting down in the sand, staring at the lightsaber in her hand. She held it out in front of her, her metal fingers wrapped around the hilt. She recalled when she first created it, the joy she had felt, and how she considered it her first step on the path of becoming a Jedi.
Grim smiled at the memory. So bittersweet now that she knew she couldn’t ignite the blade. That would endanger too many people.
She set the weapon beside her. And drew in a breath, exhaled, and then sunk into the Force.
It was empty now. Grim was used to the light, to the countless stars in the night sky. Now those stars were gone. She felt sad as she was unable to reach the stars, the ones who had died today. A grief filled her and she tried to focus closer. She felt Obi-Wan, always so bright, and she smiled.
At some point Grim must have managed to get some sleep, because she was gently woken up by Obi-Wan. She also realized she fell asleep outside. “I made breakfast,” Obi-Wan told her.
“Breakfast?” Grim asked.
"Yes," said Obi-Wan. "And I doubt sleeping on sand was any good for your new arm," he added.
“Ah, kriff, I didn’t think of that,” said Grim.
Neither Obi-Wan or her had changed out of the outfits they left Polis Massa in yet. For Obi-Wan that meant he was still wearing his same robes from Utapau and Mustafar, but Grim had gotten a new outfit before she was knighted. Though her robes lacked sleeves, and therefore left her entire metal arm exposed.
“I don’t think any sand got in it if you’re worried about that,” Obi-Wan told her. “But you might want to have something covering it from now on,” he suggested.
“Yeah, good idea, Master.”
“You’re not a Padawan anymore, and we can’t even use our names now,” Obi-Wan replied.
“We’ll discuss this over breakfast?”
“That was the idea.”
They went back inside the cave, and Obi-Wan set up breakfast for the two of them. They sat down and began to eat. “I know what name you choose,” said Grim. “You’ll be Ben Kenobi.”
“Well that was easy, although why do I still have the same last name?”
“Ask yourself, Kenobi,” joked Grim. “That was something established long before I ever interfered with things.”
“Well, with my name taken care of, what about yours?”
Grim took another bite as she considered the question. “Rue,” she decided after a long moment.
“Rue?” Ben asked. “That sounds like a good name for you, what about your last name?”
“I’m not sure,” admitted Grim. “Actually, I may have an idea?”
“What is it?” Ben asked.
“Well, people used to think we’re related. And…well I do kind of look like I could be your daughter? And…er, this is embarrassing, but what if we embraced that? Like, I could be Rue Kenobi? And I’d be your daughter?” She looked at her breakfast to avoid seeing Obi-Wan’s reaction.
“Rue…” Ben started. “I know you looked to me as a father, and I have seen you like my own daughter. I think that would be a wonderful idea.”
She looked up at him, her vision blurred by tears of joy. “Really?”
“Yes, young one,” he confirmed, smiling.
Rue hugged Ben, crying into his shoulder. “That means so much to me. Thank you.” Ben held Rue until she let go of him. Rue wiped away her tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Ben told her. “But I am.”
“For what, dad?"
“What I’m suggesting. Our lightsabers mark us as Jedi. We must stay hidden.”
“We’re already living in a cave on a backwater world,” Rue pointed out.
“Yes, one run by the Hutts, and there will no doubt be a higher demand of bounties on Jedi.”
Rue sighed, Ben made a valid point. “Do you think the Empire would also try to gain a stronger presence here than the Republic did?” she asked.
“You tell me, Rue. But I would not be surprised if the Empire tried to get a stronger grip on these worlds,” Ben replied. “Which is why I believe we should bury our lightsabers somewhere out in the desert. Anakin’s as well.”
“But you taught me that our lightsabers are our lives. Can we not just keep them hidden in this cave somewhere?”
“And our time as Jedi is over. It’s too big of a risk to keep them on us, even hidden in this cave. We have to stay hidden, and that means we cannot keep our lightsabers."
“I’m knighted only to not be allowed to be a Jedi,” sighed Grim. She knew that was the case anyways, but the reality of it sunk in with Obi-Wan’s suggestion.
“I’m very sorry, little one,” Obi-Wan told her. “This should have never been the case.”
“No, it shouldn’t have,” agreed Grim. “I should have told you.”
“It has already happened,” said Ben. “We need to focus on what we will do for the future now.”
“That’s too hard to think about. I’ve thought about nothing but the future for three years, dad. And look where that led us.”
“Now that is the past, so let us focus on the moment. One day at a time,” Ben suggested.
“One day at a time. So what do we do today?”
“We should unpack what little we have and try to make this cave into our home,” said Ben. “And bury our lightsabers. But we can wait one more day, all right?”
Rue nodded. “Okay.”
After they finished their breakfast, Rue and Ben began to unpack the little things of their past they still had.
There really wasn’t much at all. As Jedi they did not hold onto much, and even if they had most of it had been destroyed in the Purge. So most of the day was spent trying to make their cave into a place they could call home.
Once again, it didn’t take much. The cave had very little, and the Jedi only needed themselves. It may not have been the grand Jedi Temple on Coruscant, but they made do. They had finished before noon.
Ben and Rue sat down outside, looking at the view of the desert. Nothing but sand for miles. They had been able to fool themselves that the tragedy of yesterday had never happened, but it had only been temporary relief from all of that grief. One that now crashed down upon the two Jedi.
They held each other, and mourned their family together.
The following day it was Rue waking Ben. He looked at her with wide eyes, recovering from whatever nightmare had been occuring. She already knew.
“Rue,” Ben sighed relieved. “I’m sorry if I woke you."
“I was already up,” Rue replied. “Was it about Anakin?”
Ben nodded. “He was my brother, and I killed him, Rue. I killed Anakin.”
Rue sat down beside him and wrapped Ben into a hug. “I know, I’m sorry,” she said. She was lying to him. She knew Anakin lived, but she couldn’t tell him, even despite him claiming he killed Anakin.
Ben cried, and Rue held him. When Ben stopped crying, Rue let go. “I’ll make us some breakfast today,” she told him.
She did just that and returned with their breakfast. They ate in silence. Ben was the one who broke it once he had finished eating. “We have to bury our lightsabers today,” he said.
Rue nodded. She remembered their conversation the day prior. “Yes, I know.”
“If you don’t want to come with me that’s fine, I can bury your lightsaber on my own,” said Ben, knowing how she was opposed to it.
“No, dad. I want to go with you. I can bury my lightsaber,” Rue told him.
“All right, Rue.”
The two set off on their eopie. “Do you have a certain place in mind where we’ll be burying our lightsabers?”
“We’re not burying our lightsabers in any particular place. It has to be in the middle of nowhere, so they won’t be found.”
“Who is going to be digging through the sand of Tatooine to find the lightsabers of Jedi?” Grim asked. She thought Ben was being overly paranoid about being discovered.
“No one, which is exactly why we’re burying them.”
“Then why can’t we bury them outside our home?”
“Because in the case they were discovered it would mark us as Jedi.”
“But if they aren’t near us, we can’t be considered suspects.”
“Exactly,” said Ben. The two of them stopped. “This would be a good place.”
Rue frowned as she got off the eopie. Ben had managed to get a shovel for the two of them, and so they took turns digging a hole. Once it was completed they got the box they had brought with them to bury their lightsabers in.
One lightsaber was already in it, Anakin’s lightsaber. Rue and Ben looked at it for a long moment. Both thinking of the brother they had shared - and to Ben, the brother he had killed. “I’m sorry,” said Obi-Wan.
“Me too,” said Grim.
The two Jedi held out their lightsabers. They looked at each other before putting their weapons in the box.
They put the box in the hole. Grim looked at Obi-Wan, “can I use the Force?” she asked him quietly. “Just one more time?” She almost broke at the question.
“One more time,” he said. “The both of us.”
They connected to the Force, ignoring all of the darkness and emptiness and focusing on the light that still lived. They grabbed the sand with it, and together they buried their lightsabers.They opened their eyes and looked at each other.
No longer Jedi. No longer Obi-Wan Kenobi and Grim Kennet.
Rue trembled. Tears filling her eyes. “We never should have had to do that,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
Ben wrapped an arm around her. “It isn’t your fault,” he told her. “No matter how you feel about it.”
“And it isn’t yours.”
Tears filled Ben’s eyes as well. The two stood there for a moment. Looking down at the spot where they had buried themselves.
“Let’s go home, Ben. We lived, let’s keep living.”
“Yes, let’s keep living.”
Rue and Ben Kenobi left the grave of Grim Kennet and Obi-Wan Kenobi, and headed home. They had both survived and died on Mustafar, victims of Order 66, but the two would live as well.
Their story wasn’t over, not yet.
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S5 Pregnancy AU - I’d love to hear about!
Welp, this is embarrassing – mostly because this has been sitting in my inbox for almost two weeks, and I kept saying “I need to write something up!” and then… I didn't. (Or rather, I did, then I forgot to post it.) Sorry for the wait, Lil! Thank you for asking <3 (I'll divide this up because I keep writing about the process and how it came to be, instead of any actual, interesting facts.)
I have talked about this one in the past though I don't have a tag for it. The gist is what it says… (Early) S5 but CJ is pregnant. I had this idea over a year ago when I hit mid/late S4 in my rewatch. I thought it'd be interesting to explore some of her disappointment at that time if you added an unexpected pregnancy to it, even if I had the idea before even getting there, lol. Think, the ending-ish of Han, or parts of Disaster Relief. (Both of which do feature! I surprisingly focus a lot on Disaster Relief.)
The thing with S5 is that the timeline is so weird, and I feel I've also created one that isn't entirely realistic but I think it works within the story. (IIRC, the season starts in “May” but also July, then the Shutdown is in November, lmao. A few of the episodes are sneaky two-parters that flow into each other… See 5-6, 7-8.) I've finally gotten out of the no-man's-land I wrote myself into and the next chapter or two, knowing myself, will deal with 7-8! There are a couple of scenes that should be fun to write! (There are so many details I want to mention that are technically spoilers for early twists…)
Every time I had the urge to write it, I'd edit whatever outline I was working in, and though I kept some details… my muse decided to make a big change early on that completely changed the fic's direction. That, and my inability to write anything succinctly. No reason why this story will cross the 100k barrier in a couple of chapters, tops. (It's sitting at 85k across 12 chapters. I think it'll be less than 20 chapters total. Hopefully.)
This might be too long to share snippets, but I've shared some either on the server or here, a couple of months ago.
For more irrelevant details on the “process”…
As I hinted at, I wrote an outline or two around this time last year, because I couldn't stop thinking about it. When I say outlines, it's a general path for the story to follow – ideas, suggestions of dialogue and/or scenes I write to myself; all focused around some sort of chapter structure. I find it much easier to write if I write down where a chapter might go, even if it's just a few lines saying “This happens → then this → finally this;” otherwise, it takes me months. Some would say that I should post it and get encouragement that way but… I hate being dependent on something I can control even less than my muse? That's not for me, thank you. Mad respect for those who work like that.
It was meant to be short – 1-2 “long” chapters per trimester, more if needed, but then interludes in between trimesters. It's not that. Most chapters currently cover 1-2 weeks, but there is not really a pattern. I was afraid of having a fic that would take over my life like the WOWO did three years ago… And it has, but I've also taken breaks and not felt too guilty about them. I definitely don't want this one to sit in my drive and have me wondering what to do with it.
(The novel, aka WOWO, aka IM AU (2021): 150k written in a little over five months, even with extended breaks over the summer. Still hits, even with all its crazy decisions, maybe because of them, but it's also been too long, and it will always remind me of someone who kinda hurt me. Attempts to replace those memories by sharing the story with others, trying to gather whether it's worth posting, have failed, lmao. One day! Maybe!)
But yeah. Uuuuuhhhh. As I've said… Twelve chapters in ten months, 85k words… It's still not done. In fact, I've repeatedly said I am unsure of how to end it (beyond the obvious), but I'd estimate it to be under 20 chapters. I'm not posting it anywhere yet because I want to be able to edit it as a whole and try to make it more consistent; to add little details as I come up with them. There's also the fact that I am not skilled enough to write a compelling story that mixes politics and emotion into something remotely engaging. As a result, the story's politics are very surface-level, and probably repetitive at points, but it's also true I've always been more interested and focused on the emotional journey and the relationship(s) at its center. (Which should surprise exactly no one who's ever read one of my stories.)
But, as critical as I might sound of myself here, I am having fun writing this and I'm committed to seeing it through. I just keep having ideas for stories down the line, putting actual show events through a 'but she also has a kid' perspective.
#mihrsuri#asks#wip ask game#wip title ask game#even despite all the rewriting and editing this is still rambly af#doesn't make sense#I wish I could say what happens at the end of chapter 3 lmao#hadn't even realized that link was to yours! funny how you asked about this one then too#the same way thalia asked about bars :D#thank you for asking and sorry for the delay!
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