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sadesluvr · 5 months

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I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about Stu/Ghostface coming face to face with a horror fanatic female!reader character and she finds his whole Ghostface thing incredibly sexy ^^’

'Some Kind of Groupie' - Ghostface x Reader

A/N: YAY MY FIRST GHOSTFACE / Scream ASK! TYSM Anon, I’m going to be updating my header to say who I write for, but take this as a sign to ask for Scream related content :)

I didn’t specify which Ghostface, so fill in the blanks…(Outside of one line, they’re silent in this anyway, which I think is hot) Also, Reader is implied to be a little unhinged but we love her. Enjoy!

Ghosts. Killers. Blood. Guts.

Gore.

You loved it. All of it.

Which was why you were sat calmly on your bed, a devilish look in your eye and a smirk on your face as you stared up at the figure in front of you. Sheathed in black with an unmistakable white mask and contorted features was the Ghostface, the fiend’s signature knife pointed out at you and aimed towards your exposed neck.

Others would tremble and beg for their life, but not you.

“I’ve heard all about you…” you said seductively. “You’re the killer who’s sweeping our town. You’ve killed a lot of people…”

The figure cocked their head.

“I don’t blame you…” you said, playing with the strap of your nightie, your movements inviting by dragging the fabric down your bare skin. “…They probably deserved it,”

The figure was likely going to kill you; but the sheer thought of being choked under their strong grip or motion of gloved hands smearing bloody remnants across your eager lips as you were ravished to death was enough to send a tingle down your spine and a heat straight to your pussy.

The masked individual was now looming over you, and you instinctively stopped touching your clothes. Using the blade of its knife, it hooked under the strip of fabric, slowly beginning to continue pulling it down for you, the tip of the blade grazing your skin ever so slightly.

Your heart practically leapt out of your chest. You wondered how long you’d been stalked; if they’d seen you fiddle with knives (for just a bit too long) when you were out at dinner with your friends, or how you were lined up front and centre at every new Craven or Carpenter release. Better yet, if they’d seen the way you’d touch yourself when you popped in a horror movie into the VCR, shoving your vibrator deeper into your pussy as the killer chased down the buxom blonde, her clothes ripping off in her panicked flurry. There was always something about how the victim would be cornered, and the killer; either an endearing psychopath or a deformed sleaze, would grab and pull at the body, walking that oh-so fine line between arousal and murder.

Nothing but your panties remained. The material didn’t last long around your legs, as the killer ran its gloved fingers up your thighs, stopping as it reached in between, rubbing the outside of your lips through the fabric. Its movements were greedy yet controlled, the leather creating a pleasurable pressure on your desperate cunt as the other hand ripped the sides of your underwear. You gasped at the sudden friction of pure leather on your bare skin, gasping as the figure motioned their fingers in circles around your clit, occasionally slipping into your folds.

There was no way you didn’t look like a complete slut.

Ghostface’s movements began to increase, yet you noticed that the grip it had on its knife remained. It only made you hotter.

“Fuck,” you whimpered. “I-I’m gonna —”

Tsk.Tsk. So soon. What was the point in coming here if it wasn’t to take what was wanted?

The figure withdrew their hands, and your own instinctively went between your legs, hoping to finish yourself off with your fingers - an attempt that utterly failed as the knife blocked your path, the blade once again coming into dangerously close contact with your fingertips. In a swift motion and brutal display of strength, Ghostface grabbed your thighs and pulled your torso towards the edge of your bed, legs dangling off the edge to either side of the figure. Large hands spread your legs apart before releasing its cock, wasting no time in lining it up with your entrance. One hand remained firm on your hips whilst the other snaked up your body, making sure to grope your breasts before planting its grip around your neck.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move,”

That was all you heard before you were thrust into, pussy stretched apart as the figure drew its hips in and out of you. Your bed creaked as your mouth remained agape, wanting to make a noise also but finding it to be utterly impossible to do so as the masked figure squeezed at your throat, hips slapping against your own. Its robes flapped around with every movement, tickling your bare skin as the threads of the fabric danced along your thighs, the gentle indirect activity a contrast to the bruising grip on your hips as the killer focused on pounding you.

No inch of you was left unexplored, reaching the point of overstimulation as the leather friction returned to your cunt, rubbing your clit as its cock continued to thrust into you, your juices beginning to leak down its throbbing vein. Ghostface thrusted deeper into you, large hands squeezing tighter at your neck to the point you may have passed out completely if it weren’t for the fact that you’d decided to lock your legs around its waist, drawing him deeper.

You wanted a killer’s hot cum; each and every drop. How funny would it be if you got knocked up? Not only because the father was an enigmatic, psychopathic murderer, but because you didn’t know who it was. It could’ve been anyone; perhaps the blonde or brunette you’d seen by the fountain, or the Tarantino fan in your friends’ film class, or the local music video director…Even an Econ student.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you reached orgasm, a Pandora’s Box of possibilities swirling around your head. The sensation was unimaginable, and you momentarily saw white as you came, juice gushing all over the masked figure’s cock as you stared around your room in a daze, smiling at all the horror-related posters on the wall.

Fiction had become reality.

#florence writes!!#ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #scream x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #mickey altieri x reader #roman bridger x reader #ethan landry x reader #slasher x reader #slasher smut

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shadowtriovibes · 11 months

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Hi, I’ve never requested before so hope I do it right. Can I get an Ominis x F!reader where he discovers he has a biting kink? Thank you!!

take a bite

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

Word Count: 2k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, unprotected PIV sex, references to oral sex, slight #dominis, biting kink

Summary: sequel to "take my hand" in which you and Ominis play around with his biting kink, this is just pure smut with lots of teeth xoxo

“The other girls are starting to worry about me,” you joke. “Yesterday Garreth even asked if I’ve been garroted by an Ashwinder.” "What? Why?" he asks, sitting back so you can see the puzzled frown on his lips. "Because I’m positively covered in bruises,” you remind him, taking his hand and pressing it along your neck. “And not small ones, you cad." He at least has the decency to blush while he ducks his head.

If you’d thought that you’d created a monster out of Ominis after that first time, you were in for the shock of a lifetime at what he’s become.

You think his desires might even put Sebastian to shame, and that’s truly saying something. He wants you always – in between classes, late at night (when he can distract you from your studies), and even in the mornings when you stay overnight in the Room of Requirement.

After that first time, he can hardly think of anything but his hands on you, or yours on him, or your mouth… Merlin, your mouth.

Despite how game he’s been to try new things, you note that one thing about that first time has remained the same, and that’s Ominis’ oral fixation.

However, you come to realize that perhaps it’s not just about using his mouth. In fact, it’s mainly his teeth.

If you didn’t know any better, you might wonder whether Ominis is at all vampiric. Admittedly, you know very little about vampirekind having missed your first few years of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, and they aren’t common in the Highlands.

But you aren’t the only one who has had that thought. You know your classmates have remarked on his pale skin, his preternatural ability to hear and perceive the world around him, and, despite his enduring kindness, his family’s reputation for abusing the Dark Arts.

However, you know he’s much too sweet and loving a man to be anything but human.

So, not a monster, you think. Just a biter.

It’s not that you mind. You can’t help but shiver every time he nips at your bottom lip while he’s kissing you, or when he makes his way down your neck and starts to work bruises and bite marks into your sensitive skin.

The other Slytherin girls in your year had quickly taught you how to make use of a scarf to hide any particularly egregious marks, giggling about how your Ominis must like to mark you up to let the boys who glance your way know that you’re utterly taken.

But that just makes you wonder… is it about the bruises? The ones he can’t even see?

Or is it about the act?

“Ominis,” you breathe one night, your head tipped back against the headrest of the plush armchair you conjured by the fire in the Room.

“Yes, love?” he mumbles into the hinge of your jaw, where he’s currently hard at work marking you up further.

“The other girls are starting to worry about me,” you joke. “Yesterday Garreth even asked if I’ve been garroted by an Ashwinder.”

“What? Why?” Ominis asks, sitting back so you can see the puzzled frown on his lips.

“Because I’m positively covered in bruises,” you remind him, taking his hand and pressing it along your neck. “And not small ones, you cad.”

He at least has the decency to blush while he ducks his head.

“I didn’t know they were that bad,” he counters. “You should have told me, I can stop for a while and let them go away.”

“Don’t blame me, cheeky,” you croon, gently cupping his chin to pull him in for a kiss. “I could tell you liked doing it, but I didn’t realize just how much you like it.”

“It’s just – a nice feeling,” he admits.

You’ve been resolute in insisting the two of you talk about what you enjoy together and what isn’t your favorite, because despite his protests Ominis is a bit too proper to easily tell you what gets him off.

“What is?” you encourage him. “Using your mouth on me?”

“Using my mouth,” he agrees, leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “And my teeth.”

“I wondered,” you whisper, trying not to talk much to preserve his canvas for him as you lean back again. You gasp when he bites over the column of your jaw – softly, but enough for you to feel his teeth leave indentations in your skin.

“I don’t know why, it’s just… I can’t help myself,” Ominis tells you, his hands on your hips gripping you tighter. “Do you dislike it?”

“Does it sound like I dislike it?” you quip, pressing down against his lap to let him know just how much you do not hate what he’s doing.

“Just here?” he asks, tugging the already messy collar of your shirt further to the side. “What about the rest of you?”

“Why don’t you find out?” you challenge him.

Wordlessly, he traces his lips along your skin until he finds your collarbone and bites down, and you whine out loud, grinding down hard against him.

He curses softly and bites again.

“Ominis,” you whine, tangling your fingers in his tousled hair. “Keep going.”

“Take off your clothes first,” he counters, and you quickly start undoing the buttons on your school shirt while he takes care of his own, tugging his tie loose and tossing it over his shoulder. Then he helps you tug your skirt off, smirking dangerously when he runs his hands up and down your sides to discover that you’d foregone underclothes.

“Were you expecting something, love?” Ominis asks you knowingly.

“Just trying to be efficient,” you breathe, dropping yourself back in his lap.

You arch your chest toward him so he’ll keep going, and he’s quick to put his mouth back on you – this time at the curve of your breast, where he’s usually so careful.

“You can bite,” you murmur.

“But you’re so soft here,” he says, tenderly kissing your skin and gently dragging his thumb over your other breast, teasing your nipple with his thumb.

“So be careful,” you tell him, tangling your fingers in his hair. “I want you to, Ominis.”

You both know that there’s very little he won’t do if you use those words on him.

Carefully, he nips at the curve of your breast and then a little harder when you hum, pleased. He’s so tender with you, listening intently for any discomfort while he buries his face against your chest and gives you bruises to match the necklace he’d already given you.

By now you’ve ruined the front of his trousers and Ominis can hardly take being separated from your bare core by the layer of his uniform pants anymore. He pauses his work on you to pull his cock out and trace the tip of it along your slit, feeling for himself just how wet he’s making you.

“Want to stay in my lap like this so I can keep going?” he offers, one hand sneaking behind you to your ass as if to help lift you up onto him.

“I have a better idea,” you offer. “Come with me.”

Raising his eyebrows, Ominis takes your hand as you climb off his lap and walk him over to your bed. You make no move to push him toward it, so he waits as patiently as he can while you murmur a quick modification charm to raise it up a little higher.

Then you lean onto the bed, resting your head on your forearms with your ass on full display, and call him toward you.

“I rarely get jealous of sighted people anymore,” Ominis murmurs as he lays his hands on your curves. “But I really wish I could see you right now.”

“You can touch me,” you say softly. “And you’re the only one who can do that.”

“That’s certainly better,” he agrees.

Taking his cock in hand, he slowly presses inside you, earning a desperate moan from you as you force yourself to relax for him. In this position, he feels impossibly long.

“Ominis,” you whine, and he pauses.

“Just a little more, love,” he murmurs, sounding just as ruined. “Please, let me? I know you can.”

“I want you to give me all of you,” you grit out. “And then I want you to bite me wherever you can reach.”

Merlin, maybe you’re the monster after all, you think.

Helplessly, Ominis presses all the way in and nearly collapses over you. You feel his lips brush against the back of your neck, his hands frantically shoving your hair out of the way so that there’s nothing between you two.

Then he bites down right on top of your shoulderblade.

“Yes!” you wail. “Move, Ominis, don’t stop.”

You hear what sounds more like a growl then a moan while he starts to fuck you in earnest, biting his way from one shoulder to the other in a way that isn’t practiced or careful but still feels so delicious.

“You taste…” he mumbles into your skin. “Fuck, I can’t stop, love.”

“Don’t, don’t ever stop,” you beg, practically delirious.

Ominis isn’t used to hearing you beg. Usually you’re the one demanding what you want from him, guiding his hands where you want them or coaxing him into kissing his way down between your thighs.

You think he quite likes that your roles are reversed for once, if the way he grinds into you a little viciously is any indication.

He fucks you deep like this, over and over while he bites all along your upper back. You’ll be covered in bruises after this, you think, but no one will ever see them.

You whine pathetically when Ominis leans away from you, but then you feel his fingertips skim across where his teeth had been as he traces the marks along your skin, examining his handiwork.

“Mine,” he says softly, and that nearly puts you over the edge.

“Make me come, please,” you whimper, feeling desperately unlike yourself in this vulnerable position, entirely dependent on Ominis’ whims to get off.

“Come here,” he grunts, and he slides his hand up your back until he can gently tug on your hair at the base of your neck to get you to arch up just a bit.

He leans down and bites teasingly at your earlobe. “Can you come like this?” Ominis asks.

“I think so,” you breathe. “Just — touch me, I need you to touch me.”

“Here?” he asks, sliding his other hand between your hips and the bed to press his fingertips to your clit.

You nearly sob, already so bewilderingly close. “Please!”

“Good girl,” he mumbles into your shoulder, and right before you tip over the edge, he bites down hard.

You shout into the mattress while you come, pinned between Ominis’ hips and his mouth. The first thing you notice when you can think clearly is that your legs are shaking, and you honestly wonder whether they’re about to give out.

“Just a bit more,” Ominis grunts, finally letting go of you so he can hold your hips steady for him. “Let me come, love, let me finish inside.”

“Anything you want,” you slur, which would be embarrassingly earnest if you didn’t absolutely mean it.

Ominis tips his head back while he comes, grinding all the way in so you’ll keep every drop he spills inside you, his baser instincts rearing their ugly heads at the sight of seeing you so filled with him.

You reach behind yourself to blindly seek his hand, sighing happily when he laces his fingers with yours.

“You are unbelievable,” Ominis sighs, still catching his breath. “How do you manage to bring out the most wicked parts of me every time?”

“Just talented, I suppose,” you reply.

He carefully pulls out, transfixed for a moment as he traces his fingertips through the mess he’d made in you while it starts to leak out. You tremble a little, still sensitive from your release.

“Care to help me clean up?” you ask, hoping he’ll fetch a wet cloth for you.

Instead, he drops to his knees.

“Ominis?” you breathe, glancing over your shoulder. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Trying something new,” he says simply, and before you can react he bites the tender spot where your ass meets your thigh.

You gasp – that stung, actually. But just as quickly, he presses a sooting kiss to that same spot, tracing his fingertips along the back of your leg apologetically.

Just before he puts his mouth back on you, he murmurs, “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #my fic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #anon i FINALLY got this done for you i hope you like it!!#extremely unbeta'd we die like men

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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 1 year

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A Graves x Reader x Ghost Love Triangle

As Shadow Company’s second in command, you’ve seen firsthand the kind of man Graves could be, including the kind of man he wanted to be for you. It was a game you two unknowingly played, one that would surely not end well. A quick distraction meant to tame your busy souls. Warm bodies to lie with. Anything other than that was pure fantasy, though you two couldn’t help dreaming...

Future NSFW 18+, Future Angst, Pre-MW2 Events, Fluff, Flirting, Teasing, First Kiss, Romance, Drama, Build-up, Implied FWB, Make-Out Session, Shadow Company!Reader

WC ~ 2k

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A/N (2024): Made a few minor grammatical fixes and touched up some of the sentences that weren't making sense. Hopefully, this reads a lot stronger now! ^.~

A/N: I have never posted on Tumblr like this before; I’m a grade A lurker. But I’m obsessed with this for whatever reason, so now you’re being subjected to my writing. This is chapter one to a longer story that’ll be posted on AO3. Sorry if the characters feel OOC, I’m trying my best with what we got. Please enjoy! (T^T)>

Phillip Graves was as much of an enigma as the rest of the men in Shadow Company.

He could be many things when asked: Confident and self-assured, charismatic and dependable, disciplined and cutthroat, remorseless … as cold and calculated as a well-trained attack dog, or as warm and inviting as a long-time friend. All these personas existed within the commander, ready to be switched on in a single order. A chameleon, true to his craft. He’s grown accustomed to making himself whoever the world needed him to be. Anything that gets the job done.

There was never any mistaking where Graves' thoughts lie, as more than often he'd just admit to them out loud. He accepts that others believe him to be an open book -- easy to read, with little complexity or depth beyond being a good soldier. Being lighthearted and obedient to the right people has worked wonders for him in the past, so he's mastered this façade and uses it well to his advantage. Proudly too.

But for a man so unafraid to be himself, Graves could be surprisingly secretive.

As his second in command, you've seen firsthand the many personas your commander wore, including ones he's worn for you. Most of his tricks and plays you recognized by now, even as you've yet to understand them. Though as of late you’ve watched these many faces of his waver into something unfamiliar. They chip away slowly, each time you surrender yourself to his needs, taking your place beside him in the black of night, when no one's around to see. There, he's created a new façade, for your eyes only.

One that only made things complicated.

When you first began spending your nights together, it was more of a means to an end. It had been months since either of you had the pleasure of someone else's full attention, and lately, you were starting to notice. Shadow Company had grown more acclaimed and busy this past year, making dating pretty impossible. And after a while, anyone starts to look like a good lay if they're not ugly. Unfortunately, it didn't leave you with many options, until you'd caught the starved eye of your very own commander.

You’d hardly been a part of Shadow Company for a month before you’d picked up on Graves' interest in you. He was surprisingly subtle with his flirting, if not predictable. It was the way his eyes lingered on you in quiet moments, his expression turned soft as his lips curved into a charming smile whenever you'd catch him. He could always spot you in a crowded room, always noticing when you were away for too long. He laughed just a little too hard at your jokes and always looked your way first after sharing one himself.

Before long, you found yourself beginning to watch him back.

It was the little details you noticed first. The small cuts on his face from past firefights, how glossy and full of life his blue eyes looked in direct sunlight. Its rays would make a halo over his dirty blond hair, each strand looking clean enough to run your fingers through. He once caught you looking at him lick his lips, something he did often. When your eyes lifted from his mouth to see your superior officer looking dead at you, it shot a bolt of lightning through you. But you didn't look away, perhaps wanting him to see you looking. Taunting him.

Graves didn't say anything at first when he saw you ogling, but you knew he'd made a mental note of it just from the way he smirked afterward. "See something you like?"

"I see you, Commander," you'd said, hoping your glib nature would cover up the embarrassment you felt from getting caught. But Graves was like a shark in the water, and you'd just given him a taste of your blood.

"I see you too, Songbird."

It seems all he needed was that clue that you were interested in him, because it wasn't soon after this when he decided to make his move.

You and the Commander had just finished prepping your mission brief for the other Shadow Company members. By now it was getting late in the night, as the building you two were in was a small facility only authorized personnel could enter. You occupied one of the empty rooms converted into an office space for all the pencil pushers to work out of. They’d all clocked out for the day though, leaving you two alone; and the tension in the air between you had just reached a boiling point.

You stood up from one of the tables in the room, preparing to slip into your coat and call it a night, until you watched the Commander approach you suddenly. You assumed he was getting ready to leave as well, until you noticed his come-hither nature.

“So, you got any plans tonight?”

And just like that, the game was on. You knew right away where this would go and it had your heart already skipping a beat. But you didn't want to jump to conclusions, nor did you want to rush this either. The thrill of the pursuit provided you with a nice little rush.

Wicked as you were, you began to smile.

“Why?” you ask. “Did you have something in mind?”

“I can think of a few things,” he said, behaving purposefully coy, in hopes of getting a rile out of you. He always did enjoy your banter and had no problem doing a little teasing himself when presented with the opportunity.

“Is that right?” you say flirtatiously. “Will I like those “things”, Commander?”

Graves smirks, raising an eyebrow at your comment. Hearing his title roll from your tongue so provocatively brought a sudden twinkle to his eyes. At this point, he didn’t need to guess where your mind was, which only made him more bold.

He chuckles under his breath, taking a few small steps closer, until he’s only an arm's length away. His next play.

He wasn't the tallest man you met but he still managed to tower over you by a few inches, the light from the room casting a shadow over him. This close you could smell the aftershave and cologne he’d used this morning, watching the way his eyes took in every detail of you, pupils dilating, black over-compassing the deep blue of his irises. He leans against the wall and unconsciously licks his lips again.

It was like a switch flipped in him.

“You will.”

You scoff, laughing under your breath at his boldness. You were wondering when he would be. Still, you wanted to poke at him a little more, see how long you could keep him waiting, if not to see if he was being for real. “Cocky as always.”

“Would you like me some other way then?”

You play on his words from earlier. “I can think of a few ways.”

“And what might those ways be, Songbird?”

"You're a smart boy," you hum. "I think you can figure them out. My lips are sealed, otherwise."

Graves steps even closer. He lifts a hand and pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle and surprisingly warm, gliding against you like feathers, his fingers trailing across your jawline and resting beneath your chin. Goosebumps formed where he touched, and you could tell from the doe-eyed look he had that it was doing something to him too, seeing you like this. He takes his hand beneath your chin and lifts your head, forcing you to lock eyes.

"And if I order you to say them?"

His voice was now much lower than before. Sultry. You could feel it in the air he was ready to come in closer, simply waiting for an opportunity to do so that felt right.

Butterflies shot through you like a thick swarm; you didn’t want to let on that his words had you like putty in his hands, though you feared your little lip quiver may have given it away. You instead look down at his lips again, your gaze sullied. You began thinking of all the ways you could close this space between you two and put an end to the tension. The thrill of it all had your adrenaline spiking in all the right ways, simply waiting to see where things go from this point. "Then I won’t listen," you purr.

"Insubordination is rather punishable," he said.

"So is fraternization."

"I can keep a secret." Graves brought his thumb to your lip, lightly running it across, as his eyes lowered to your mouth. He nearly says in a whisper, "Tell me what you’re thinking."

"Let me show you."

His lips slowly come down to yours, kissing you gently. When you pressed your lips back against his, he exhaled pleasurably, tongue grazing your bottom lip. He moves his hand from your chin and curls it to the back of your neck, holding you in place and continuing to tease you with short, velvety pecks. His lips danced against yours with the skill of a seasoned player, clearly experienced in his craft, but it wasn’t until he felt your hands glide against his hips and tug him closer that his kisses grew insatiable.

His grip on the back of your neck tightened, lips pressing harder against yours, feverishly. When the sudden aggression brings a low moan from you, it only makes him push harder, his other hand grabbing the small of your back and roughly pressing himself against you.

His weight causes you to shift backward until he has your back pressed against a wall. Unknowingly, your arm bumps against a nearby filing cabinet on the way there, knocking over a few papers that now littered the floor. Mere background noise to Graves, who only continues, his arms planted on other sides of the wall around you, as his lips trailed down your neck. His kisses reach your collarbone, the sensitive sensation causing you to gasp out a moan. “Graves!”

Hearing his name be moaned out sends him on a personal mission to hear you say it more. He takes his hands and slowly runs them down your body, feeling every bit of you he can through your uniform, before resting them on your thighs. In one swift motion, he then lifts you, taking your legs and straddling them around his waist, as he keeps your back against the wall. He presses himself to you and breathes heavily, rejoining his mouth with yours.

By now you could feel him through his pants, and you pushed yourself against him in response, the grinding motion bringing quiet moans from both of you. That’s when you two suddenly hear footsteps.

At the drop of a hat, you two freeze, going completely silent. The footsteps come from outside the room -- someone walking by in the hallway. A janitor maybe? God forbid it was anyone in the company. You held your breaths for only about a minute, listening to the steps pass by the room until you couldn’t hear them any longer.

The two of you let out a shared sigh, before looking back at one another. Graves had you still pinned to the wall, your legs tucked in his arms. He can’t help but chuckle.

“This probably ain’t the best place for this, darlin'," he spoke. "As much as I want to keep going."

“I don’t know,” you joke. “I like the vibe. It’s very risqué.”

Graves smiles at you. And then, he pauses for a moment. Suddenly his eyes can’t seem to pick a spot he wants to look at on your face. You see something in him change, gears turning in his mind. Thinking of what he might say to you now. Hiding away his vulnerabilities. It makes your own mind begin to ponder.

“See something you like?” you ask him.

“I see you.”

Graves leaned in and kissed you another time, softly. Like you’d been lovers your whole lives. That’s when you realized how truly dangerous your commander could be; for a minute there, you started daydreaming about what tomorrow could bring you both. You wanted to fall for his pretty words. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were with.

This was a game. A mutual distraction. As things stand, thinking that this could be anything else beyond a good lay was purely a fantasy. You almost just lost yourself in it.

And so it goes.

"Your place or mine?”

...Chapter Two Here!

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loonymarshian · 4 months

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Astarion/Tav Mini Fic

It’s over. The Absolute, the Netherbrain controlled by the Chosen of the Dead Three, has been destroyed, and all of the modified tadpoles with it. Jaheira has allowed Astarion to stay in her basement grotto during the day until the celebrations are over, and so after the first night of drinking at the Blushing Mermaid, this is where we find our hero. Tragedy has slept light through her adventures, always waking up first among her companions, even compared to the elves in her party who did not need to sleep the same way she did. So when she wakes in this druidic oasis beneath the Lower City of Baldur’s Gate, it is a new experience for her to be greeted by the face of her lover, scanning her face like it was the first time he was seeing it.

“Morning love. Sleep well?” Astarion’s voice greets Tragedy’s ears softly. What a wonderful sound to wake up to.

“Mhmm.” Tragedy mumbles as she tries to snuggle in closer to his chest, being mindful of her horns in the proximity of his face. She does not expect him to lean away and continue staring at her face. “I know I’m pretty but why are you staring at me like that?” She says in a huff, annoyed at the lack of cuddles.

“Your tattoos darling. They’re not there. Whatever could have made them disappear like that?” There are equal parts concern and confusion written plainly across Astarion’s face - he is worried there may be untoward magics at play, but he cannot fathom what they could be. Dating a wizard has given him a decent understanding of the capabilities of magic users in Faerun, not to mention Gale’s constant lectures, but still he does not know what could cause a person’s tattoos to suddenly vanish.

The concern turns to shock, and then offense, as Tragedy starts to giggle.

“Astarion, love, you look so concerned for me!” She reaches up to touch his cheek as she suppresses more giggles. “I appreciate it, truly, but I promise you it’s nothing. It’s just prestidigitation.”

Tragedy waves her hand in a quick and practised motion, and suddenly her face is adorned with its usual tattoos and dark makeup. “See? I’m just very good about reapplying it regularly, so no one ever saw me without until now. Nothing to worry about.”

Astarion lets out a breath, and his shock and confusion melts into a soft smile. “Well, aren’t I the lucky one. I suppose we’re both each others’ firsts then aren’t we?”

Tragedy’s giggles start up again.

“I don’t think being the first of our companions to see my bare face is quite comparable to being the first person you’ve ever bitten, but if it makes you feel better…” Tragedy grins as she watches Astarion’s face fall into an exaggerated pout.

“Well I think it is plenty comparable, so long as I continue to be the only one who gets to see you like this, same as you’re the only one I’ve bitten.” Tragedy’s grin changes slightly into an accusatory stare as the words leave Astarion’s mouth. “Alright, the only person I’ve bitten with consent.”

The grin is back. “That’s a bit better. And yes, I can promise you that you’re the only one lucky enough to see me first thing in the morning, without my prestidigitation on. Besides my parents and siblings at least.”

“I suppose I can live with that.” Astarion begrudgingly assents, as he brings his hand up to run his thumb along the lines of Tragedy’s “tattoo”, his expression softening as he drinks in the sight of his lover. “Gods you’re beautiful. With and without your little magic trick.”

Tragedy’s grin is replaced with a gentler smile as Astarion leans down to press a soft, sweet kiss to her lips, before finally relenting, and allowing her to cuddle in closer to his chest.

“I love you, Tragedy.”

“I love you too.”

For a smidge of context: Tragedy was originally a D&D 5e character who I recreated in Baldur’s Gate 3. She is a necromancer (wizard), purely because she is goth and likes dead things and was raised by wizard parents. When I created her as a D&D character, I decided that she would apply her makeup using the prestidigitation cantrip, seeing as it lists “you make a colour, small mark, or a symbol appear on an object or surface for 1 hour” as one of the ways to use the cantrip. Using magic to apply her makeup would save her a lot of time and money, as well as making the makeup waterproof and smudgeproof - always a good thing to have when you’re adventuring out in the wilderness! This scene popped into my head around when I finished Tragedy’s first BG3 campaign (I started replaying her because I love her so much) and if I could draw I would’ve made a comic, but I can’t, so this little fic is the best I can do for now.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion/tav #bg3 spoilers #bg3 fanfiction #astarion romance #dungeons and dragons

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Free Love

Nomad Steve Rogers x Avengers Reader

Word count: 4187

Summary: Steve lost everything defending Bucky, so you gave everything up to gain everything you’ve ever wanted- a future with Steve.

Warnings: Mentions of depression, crime, and political opinions. Tooth rotting fluff! My blog is 18+ only! All minors and blogs without an age in bio will be blocked!

AN: My favorite song and my favorite character combined into one, nothing could be better than that. Hope you enjoy!

A phone call.

One single phone call.

That's how you ended up here, laying in lush unkept grass in a field on a hill in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. The mid summer air was so humid that even if you weren't sweating, there was a permanent sheen and layer of moisture on your skin. Hundreds of cicadas buzzed in providence of some not-so-white noise, sometimes the frogs would join in to create a harmonious soundtrack to the jumbled up mess you found yourself in.

You appreciated the way the shine better out here, the lack of big city light pollution did wonders and allowed them to twinkle and flutter to their full potential. Although you just gave up everything in your life, your heart felt fuller. Nothing to your name, nothing to tie you down.

No bills to pay, commitments to attend, house to clean, boss to please, a world that lost the privilege of your protection.

It was just you, Steve, and the sweet frog cicada melody.

All because the tiny, outdated, plastic burner phone you hid in a tampon box in the cabinet of your bathroom rang, and you decided to pick up the call.

But that's just the thing- you always picked up the call.

The sound of the burner phone ringing punctually at midnight every Tuesday going into Wednesday was your second favorite sound in the world. The first being the sweet yet raspy voice that sounded straight to your ear whenever you'd click the tiniest of green answer buttons.

The moment Steve knew that there was no place for him other than a small cell in a high security containment facility, you had always been his first priority.

He told you what was going to happen; he had to run and you had to stay put.

Throughout the civil war you were always on his side, but with a gut feeling and a lump in your throat the two of you always made it look like you weren't. You both knew it would end poorly, but believed in the cause enough to continue fighting strategically. So, you staged arguments, pretended to fight against him on Tony's team that one day in Germany, even took it as far as moping around and crying at the mention of his name. You feigned anger and resentment as what was left of the team tried picking up the broken pieces and settle into the compound after the Avengers had officially split.

You wanted to run with him, but you also knew Steve would never forgive himself if he took everything from you. He feared you'd be unhappy and start to resent him for it- he would never be able to handle a single glimpse of pure regret in your eyes every time you looked at his face.

So instead of running with him, he reassured you that you two would take the time to make a plan for the future. He'd send you a new burner phone every three months, call you at the same time every week for exactly one hour, and calculate an exact equation that would allow the two of you to live your lives together.

That's exactly what he did. Every time he'd call, he would try is absolute hardest to reassure you that he was doing perfectly okay. That he missed you with every fiber of his being, but playing hide and seek in the far corners of the world would be worth it in the end. He was fine.

His well being was true up until a month ago. You noticed during your weekly calls that he was seeking more and more comfort, dragging on for minutes past what would be safe. He didn't care if the government was able to track his calls, he just needed to hear your voice for a few more minutes. You grew increasingly worried about him- even his voice sounded tired.

You knew something was wrong the whole week leading up to this. You felt it scrape your bones and pain your joints as if a thunderstorm was brewing, so when the phone rang at 11:56 instead of 12 on the dot, your heart sank.

He was having a breakdown, yet still trying to hold it all back. It took hitting the point of explosion to finally confess that he was achingly lonely, exhausted beyond his own means, and missed you so much it physically hurt. He was talking about giving up, mentally he had given up weeks ago.

It took an hour and twenty eight minutes to convince him to let you leave and run with him. It honestly came as a shock when he finally agreed, and you knew that if he was in a better mindset he would've said no.

You, however, were more confident than ever. After almost a full year of thinking it through, you knew as a fact that this is what you needed to do.

The next night you snuck out with nothing but a backpack with some spare clothes, a fake passport and ID, and your most recent burner phone in your pocket knowing you had some stuff where you were headed.

The two of you agreed to meet up at your late Aunt's vacation cabin in the same nowhere you were in the middle of that you had secretly inherited off all records and documentation. When you signed onto the Avengers, you knew it would be important to have a fallback plan and it turned out to be rather useful.

You had turned it into the perfect safe house. Renovated it to be true to its rustic feel but modern and reflective of your personal taste and personality. Hidden money, food and water rations, and a back up power generator.

Steve had been going there from time to time. It was his favorite place to be when he was just too tired to keep trucking along. It became his ultimate place of comfort. Your energy seeped off the walls and into his skin, it tricked his brain into feeling closer to you. Sleeping in a real bed owned by you, bathing in the clean water you made sure he would always have, and staying dry and warm in blankets you've been wrapped up in before.

You arrived a few hours before he did and spent that alone time making your home away from the compound as lively and comfortable as could be.

Freshly washed the sheets and made the bed, filled vases with wildflowers you foraged off the stunning property, and even made sure you got a nice meal for the two of you. It had been awhile since Steve had a meal he could actually enjoy, it was important to you that he got the mental break he really needed.

Fluffing the throw pillows and pacing aimlessly came along with the anxious jitters, the anticipation of seeing your love for the first time in almost a year was killing you slowly.

When you heard the code knock at the door to let you know it was really him and not an intrusion, tears stung your eyes before you even saw him.

But when the door opened to reveal your sweet Steve on the other side, you couldn't help but to break down with him.

He opted to grow a beard, and the blonde hair on his head was long and grown out. The expression on his face combined with his posture told you everything you needed to know about his mental health. He was deep in the gutter.

You weren't really sure why it had shocked you so much. It could've been because you never spoke about appearance on the phone, he never mentioned his change of heart when it came to being clean cut, or maybe you were just in shock because you hadn't seen him in so long. Either way, he looked phenomenal.

No words were exchanged as you held each other in your arms. You both cried for what felt like an eternity- both of you rocking from side to side in order to keep balance on your weak knees before he pulled away to inspect your face.

It was only when you grinned at him did he let out a chuckle and a big smile. You kissed that very same smile, and those tears of grief over lost time turned into tears of joy.

"I don't even have the words" he practically whispered between little sniffles.

"You don't need 'em" She smiled before placing another peck to his soft lips. "I don't think words would really do justice to how I feel right now. I'm so happy to see you."

"Happy tears?" He questioned, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe them from underneath your eyes, while his own fell down his cheeks and onto his shirt.

"Yeah, very happy tears" you confirmed as your hands roamed his back, trying to let your brain catch up to the fact that he really was here with you right now.

"You're even more beautiful than I remember" His hands refused to leave your face. It was almost like he was convinced that if he let go, he wouldn't see you for another year.

"You're hairier than I remember" You joked, still processing his glorious hair and stunning beard.

"That bad, huh?" He sheepishly questioned, eyes hitting the floor.

"God no- you look incredible" You kissed both his cheeks, followed by his nose. "Nomad looks good on ya"

"I'm glad you think so, it keeps people from recognizing me" He explained.

"How are you?" You couldn't even help the hand that made its way up his back and ran through his hair. "And if you tell me you're okay I'm going to call Secretary Ross and turn you in myself"

You were relieved when he laughed and shook his head. "Kind've a hot mess, but just seeing you has already made me feel a million times better."

"I've been so worried about you" you admitted for the first time since getting yourselves into this situation.

"I know" He nodded, pulling you snuggly into his chest and happily keeping you there. "It hasn't been easy on either of us."

"You're okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay, I'm perfectly okay" He reassured you. "Haven't necessarily been fighting any battles recently, that's a huge benefit to keeping a low profile. Are you okay? How'd your travels go?"

"Really turbulent but it didn't even matter. It was still perfect. I don't think you understand how happy I am to be here"

"Are you sure about this?" The question hung heavy on his tongue as his heart ached at the thought of everything you gave up just to be with him.

You pulled away and gripped his shoulders to be able to look into his eyes. "I've never been more sure about anything."

"You haven't necessarily committed any crimes yet, it's not to late to go back." He tested.

A big smile and a giggle snuck past the lips you could barely keep off of his. "I'm pretty sure I'm harboring a fugitive as we speak... traveled with fake identification, and we're in a property I paid to have scrubbed off of maps- miles away from civilization. I think the crime has already been committed"

"How did we even get here? From law defending superheroes to fugitives in the blink of an eye" He let out a deep breath.

"The system is broken, My Love. It's in place to protect the rich and elite while working class citizens and minorities get beaten down further every single day. The law doesn't give two shits about what happened to Bucky or any of those super soldiers who had all fate stacked against them, and it seems like all the service we've put in means nothing to them now. America is in need of serious reform, and I think that their golden boy not backing down for what he believes in is an amazing start." You reassured him.

"You really believe that?" His fingers ran up and down your back taking in the texture of your cotton ribbed tank top. "I've been thinking about it so much that it feels like an exit-less maze. I don't even know what to believe anymore"

"Of course I believe that." The sincerity behind your kind eyes allowed him to believe that maybe he was staying on the right path. "You know I'm stubborn at best, and when I believe in something I'm not going to back down until I get what I want. I've never believed in anyone more than I believe in you, Steve."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you" He kissed your forehead. "I love you so much, Darling"

"I love you a whole bunch" Your thumbs ran over the deep lines between his concerned furrowed eyebrows- pulling the skin gently away from itself. "You can relax now. There's nothing to run from for a little while, alright? We have time for you to settle in and unpack your bag. You know you're safe here?"

"This is where I come to feel safe" He nodded. "Even better now that you're here."

"You'll never have to be alone again"

"I'm going to thank the stars for you everyday"

And that, he did. After dinner and a shower- that's how you ended up under the twinkling stars with your burner phones in the trash, snuggled up in the untamed grass that had gone wild and free in your time away from the safe house.

The blanket underneath your bodies did nothing to keep away the bugs that made your body their living feast, but you didn't even care about the bites. You had all the time in the world to regret not putting on bug repellant later.

Right now, you were free.

You felt as though your lungs were full of helium, if Steve wasn't cradling you in his strong arms you'd float away and be okay with it as long as he had your string tied around his wrist.

He flicked a small mosquito off your shoulder that you didn't even know was there. The flowing lake on the land really had the mosquitoes out for the two of you. "Tomorrow I can come out here and tame the land." He rested his chin on your shoulder from behind. "Just got you back- can't have the bugs eat you down to nothing. Maybe more of them will go away with short grass they can't hide in."

"Yeah? I can help. Don't really have much else to do." You mumbled in contentment. "How nice is that? Nothing to do tomorrow?"

"Or the day after that" You could hear the grin on his voice.

"And after that?" You questioned.

"We're always going to have nothing to do tomorrow." His laugh sounded like heaven softly whisking into your ear. "You're going to get so tired of me."

"Never" You shook your head. "I like the idea of fixing up the property tomorrow, then finding ways to entertain you every day after that."

"Anything else you need fixed up around here? I wouldn't mind planting myself here for a while"

"We can do anything to it" The tone of your voice was making him feel the excitement of possibility. "I redid the place before I even really knew you. Maybe this time we can fix it up to reflect the both of us. We can have a real future here Steve... do you see it?" You motioned your hands in front of your faces as if you were setting a scene for him.

"Honestly? I haven't thought of a future for myself in a very long time. I'm always just thinking about what I'm going to do tomorrow." He admitted.

"Okay, then allow me to paint the picture for you" You sat up a bit, the view of the whole property in your sight. "Imagine, our house way up on this hill."

"I can see it." He chuckled at your antics.

"Can you though? I want you to really see it" You emphasize. "We can have dogs running around our yard, maybe some fruit trees growing in the fields."

"You know I've always wanted a golden retriever" Steve beamed at the thought, allowing himself to envision the life you had created in your head.

"You can finally have one, maybe even two" You shrugged. "The possibilities are endless. We're right next to the water, really it can be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen."

"We're going to have to put up some fencing to keep our dogs in." Steve noted.

"See! Now you're dreaming big. White picket fences... or white oak? Surf green" you settled.

"Both of our favorite color" He noted.

"Imagine this is our little place. We can be completely and totally free, there's no one for miles it's just you and me-" You started.

"-and the dogs" Steve corrected.

"And the dogs" you confirmed. "What do you see?"

You saw the wheels turning in his head before a blush raised to his cheeks and his mouth opened and closed a few times before anything actually came out.

"I see a few more animals other than dogs." He stated confidentially. "Some chickens, maybe a cow? You told me it's your dream to have a donkey. I see a whole homestead, like the Barton's but better cause it'll be ours."

"That sounds just like how I see it in my head."

"Some raised garden beds along the south wall of the house, they'll get the best light there. It's soft in the morning so our plants won't wilt. Herbs, vegetables and fruits."

"You're going to have to be in charge of that, you know I don't have a green thumb"

Steve laughed at your statement. "Baby, you killed that cactus we bought at that cute plant store. It takes a lot of talent to kill a cactus, especially one you swore you wouldn't."

"How was I supposed to know you can over water a plant?" You pouted at him.

"You cried about that for a whole 15 minutes. That's when I knew you'd be the sweetest most compassionate person I'd ever meet" Steve placed a kiss on your cheek.

"It was adorable! Any reasonable person would cry over committing murder" You justified your tears.

"And that compassion is exactly why you'd be better at taking care of the animals" He smiled. "You're motherly that way"

"I'm glad you still think I'm motherly after killing a cactus." Really, the thought warmed your heart. "After you left I was feeling a little lonely so I got a pothos plant and I kept it alive for two whole months before it got sunburned. Who knew plants could get too much sun?"

"Wow! That's a new record. I'm proud of you" Steve let his eyes move back up to the hundreds of stars in the sky while leaning back until he was laying down.

"Anything else?" You questioned while laying down too, your head resting on his stomach. "Don't think I missed the way your cheeks blushed."

"Of course you noticed" You could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "You always notice."

"It's a talent of mine. I love seeing you blush, I'd be damned if I missed a single moment."

"I was blushing because in my head I saw something else." His tone changed from confident to coy as he reached down and grabbed your wrist. Lifting your hand up from its resting spot as you spread your fingers apart to look at it. "After dealing with me and all my antics for years I think I owe you a ring. Riiiiiiiiggghhhhtttt here" He used the tip of his index finger to point to the bottom of your ring finger on your left hand.

"Just to be clear, you don't owe me anything." You wiggled your fingers as you imagined a band on your finger, marking you as Steve's sweetheart for the rest of time. "But, I wouldn't be opposed to belonging to you."

You rolled off of him and laid on your stomach next to him. Once again, he found something more beautiful than the stars to gaze at.

"You don't belong to me, you complete me" He corrected. "It might be a while before we can legally get married, but we can play pretend."

"You could propose with a spare nut from the picket fences and I'd still say yes." You clarified.

"How do we feel about kids?" He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side like a puppy.

"Love 'em" You confirmed with a smile that stretched ear to ear.

"We can have some of those running around too" He suggested. "Our free range, organic babies."

"Hopefully we don't get them confused with the chickens" You poked him square in the chest before letting your hand relax and reside on his sternum. "How many? I was thinking two or three."

"Kids or chickens?" He joked, your restful hand playfully smacked him. "Kidding! You know what would be awesome? Twins"

"Oh yeah" You agreed. "A two for one deal. That would do it for me. I can even do an all natural birth right here in our house to help us keep maintain a low profile."

"That sounds great, but really painful." He noted.

"It's a small price to pay for a dream come true, dontcha think?" You questioned rhetorically. "Temporary pain for a lifetime of tiny Steve's running around."

"Oh no, I want them to be like you."

"Like me?! Now you're just setting yourself up for a complicated home dynamic." You warned bashfully.

"How about we settle for a perfect balance of the both of us?" Steve was now looking at you like you were the stars in the sky, and if there was any truth behind his admiration for you, it was that you shined brightly just for him. He was the reason why your eyes twinkled and your soul lit up to brighten all the dark places.

"I'm willing to compromise."

"I wish I could provide a little more than this." He admitted quietly while his hands traced shapes into your lower back. "Maybe one day we'll be pardoned and our kids can grow up in the city. They can go to fine arts schools and tell all their friends that Dad is silly ol' Captain America and Mom is the best Agent the world has ever seen. You can have a big rock on your finger, and our white picket fences won't even be necessary because real estate is dense in Brooklyn."

"That sounds expensive" You noted.

"That's pretty much the life we had going for us before I got everyone into this mess" He challenged. "Maybe one day we can get it back."

"Any life we can create for ourselves sounds like an amazing future" You admitted. "As fun as city life is, I don't need anything fancy and expensive to be happy. The simple things are far more than enough for me- I don't need anything more as long as I have you."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No, of course not" You shook your head before placing a kiss to each of his cheeks. "I know you feel guilty, but all I feel is pride. This will all be worth it. It's not a setback or an inconvenience. This could be one of the best things that's ever happened to us. We get to sleep at night knowing we aren't going to be woken up to world ending level threats, we can relax. For once we finally get to settle down and put ourselves first."

"This is the first time I've ever seen the bright side"

"Besides, you've already given me all I could ever want, and it's completely free"

"What's that?"

"Love" You stated confidentiality.

"Oh baby, I've got lots of love for you. It'll never run out" He kissed your lips.

"That means we already have everything we'll ever need right now. Kids, chickens and Donkeys sound nice but it’ll all happen with time. But for now, let’s stick with the simple things.”

“You forgot the ring and the dogs and cows” He pointed out. “I learned to love the simple things.”

“Our whole fairy tail life starts tomorrow.” You grinned at him. Your teeth were brighter than the stars.

“Tomorrow when we cut the grass” he smiled back.

“Maybe the day after that I can start sourcing wood for our fence” He pondered.

“We can paint it together, we just have to pick a color.”

“We can use the scraps to build the garden beds.” Steve suggested.

“I can forage leaf litter to fill the bottoms, it’ll aerate the soil” You noted.

“Well now it seems like we’re always going to have something to do tomorrow”

“How nice is that?” You beamed. “We’re going to build our dream life with our own hands, one fence post at a time, and all we needed to start was some free love.”

“Oh free love”

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not-quite-there-myself · 8 months

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Hello! I think that my req wasn’t sent because of Tumblr’s technical reasons so… Please ignore it if you’ve received the previous one.

Firstly, I want to say that I’ve read all of the fan-fictions that were published here since the first day of this blog being even created. I monitor the food fantasy tag every single day because I’m really starving for any content dedicated to this game like a wild hungry animal so when I saw this blog I was so happy! I felt such a pure sense of joy that I almost cried out loud lmao. Thank you for your hard work! Love this blog.

And secondly. If it’s okay, can I request like any work with Whisky x reader? I’d want it to be fluffy, romantic and sweet but that’s literally Whisky so it’s pretty hard to write something normal with him… That’s why I don’t want to put limits on you. Just do as you wish about everything. I just want to read anything about this crazy man.

I hope that I’m not bothering and causing any discomfort. Sorry for being so talkative and annoying! Have a good day.

Sweater Weather

Synopsis: Autumn was just around the corner when you and Whiskey decided to take a walk. It was mostly his idea; after seeing you busying yourself with restaurant preparations, he thought that you deserved a small break from your duties and spend some time with him... But is that really all he's after? Notes: 800+ words; romantic(ish?) fluff; ambiguous ending; gender neutral Master Attendant A/N: No need to worry anon, you are not causing me any discomfort or annoyance. If anything, I’m so happy I’m not the only one looking through the Food Fantasy tag! I had no idea how to do this request but I tried my best to make it as "romantic" as I could without breaking too much character. Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy.

The leaves of most trees began to change colour and fall, cluttering the cobblestone streets with signs that winter was next to appear. The days throughout the week were cloudy, but today that was not the case.

"It's a perfect day to take a walk, wouldn't you say?"

Whiskey had invited himself into your quarters that morning, pulling you away from your work. You raised a brow at him, questioning what exactly he wanted from you to prompt him to ask such a thing out of the blue. He feigned a look that suggested he was hurt by your words, even putting a hand over his chest to express something akin to heartache.

"My Attendant, you wound me. Can't someone simply ask you to step away from your work and get some fresh air? I hear today is a wonderful time for that."

You look out a window to see for yourself. He was right about that, and you felt all the more suspicious about him. But then, what harm would it do to step away from your desk for a while? Nothing specific struck you as odd.

Eventually, you just sighed and gave in. "Alright, alright. I guess I wouldn't mind stretching my legs anyway."

To your surprise, Whiskey had already prepared your jacket and shoes, as well as a scarf you found unfamiliar. "Whiskey," you say, taking it and looking at him. "This isn't mine."

He smiles. "Of course it isn't. But you can have it, if you'd like." When you ask him what he meant by that, he ignores your query and gingerly takes the scarf from your hands. He then proceeds to wrap it around your neck.

"Ah- Whiskey, I can do it myself..." You mumble.

"Of course you can," he replies.

You huff as you begrudgingly let Whiskey assist you in getting ready to go out. It was as if you were a toddler. But the way he treated you so far was unusually soft...

You pushed back your train of thought as soon as Whiskey put his hand on the door's knob and escorted you out first. "After you," he motions with a slight bow. You nod and exit the restaurant, Whiskey closing the door when the two of you are outside.

After a while of walking, you found yourself less tense... Well actually, you only really knew that because Whiskey pointed it out to you. He would mention several things about you as the two of you ventured out into the chilly autumn day. Fallen leaves crunching under your feet and the occasional attempts at conversation were the only things you really heard.

Eventually, Whiskey's words got increasingly flattering, and you halted in the middle of the side walk just to ask, "Whiskey, what is up with you today? What you're saying... you don't really mean that, so what are you trying to do?"

He stops as well, turning to you and pushing up his glasses. "My Attendant, do you really think I'm up to no good?" His expression doesn't falter when you nod. "Ah... I see." He continues walking and you can't help but call after him.

"Hey! You didn't answer my question!" You half-run to catch up beside him; he's quite the fast walker, and the only reason why you didn't notice was because he'd been slowing down his pace to match your casual stride. "Whiskey, tell me straight. First you're entering my quarters and asking me to walk with you, then you help me get ready, which, you know I can definitely do on my own, and now you're complimenting me." Now that you said it all out loud you kind of felt embarrassed, your face warming.

"It almost feels like you're trying to ask me out or something." But that's silly, because it's Whiskey and he doesn't like anyone that way, nevermind just liking people in general.

"And what if I am?" He says nonchalantly. Whiskey stops walking again when you fall slightly behind him.

"Huh?" You stare at him. He's probably joking.

Without warning Whiskey leans closer to your face, a small smirk appearing on his face as he repeats himself, "And what if I am?"

Absolutely flabberghasted and speechless you are.

The audacity of this man.

You can't believe him, and yet you can at the same time. Maybe he was being genuine. You weren't really sure. It is Whiskey though, so no one would blame you for not being sure. But in your chest your heart sped up, your face warmed, and, despite the chill in the air, your hands started to sweat. Your mouth opened and closed as if to say something, but you remained tongue-tied as Whiskey chuckled lowly at your reaction.

He steps back from you to let you relax and ponders aloud, "Could it be that you finally believe me now, My Attendant?"

You believe him.

#nqt writing #food fantasy #ff whiskey #ff master attendant #fluff

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thanks to @rnmbingo for throwing together such a fun event every year <3 I had wanted to fill out the entire board but alas life happens, but I did however find a lot of wonderful fic to enjoy for the last month

F/F ship: Rivalry Series by @haloud (General Audiences, 1.6k, Isobel Evans/Anatsa Mufaro)

A Hockey AU, where Isobel and Anatsa are on rival teams. It captures the characters competitive nature’s perfectly while showing Isobel’s more awkward side.

Include a gif/image/emoji: in a little while by @jule1122 (Teen, 1.2k, Michael Guerin/Alex Manes)

An AU in which Michael and Alex are happily together, and Michael gets to reflect on what their relationship means to him (there’s a bit of angst but also a dog!!!)

A work you’ve commented on before: With These Hands by @impalachick (Explicit, 1.6k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho/Kyle Valenti)

Au, post 3x05, what’s more to say then the three way handprint connection is still intact and Max starts a train of orgasms??? It’s a really amazing concept that’s executed perfectly, all three characters allowing themselves to indulge in fantasies of each other

PODFIC: [podfic] Stay With Me by shmaylor (Teen, 0-10 minutes, Maria DeLuca/Liz Ortecho)

an AU where Maria chases after Liz when she leaves for her road trip post graduation (post Rosa), and she asks her not to leave (warnings: slight Max slander but like- *whispers* he deserves it)

Mature or Explicit work: a gentleman’s guide to getting pegged by your girl by georgiehensley (Explicit, 1.1k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

really well structured smut, where Max agrees to try pegging (WARNING: a real trigger this time, so there’s a line in here that assumes a point of view on the act of pegging that’s derogatory towards the concept of penetration, and has undercurrents of misandry)

A WIP: Surreal Estate by @beautifulcheat (Teen, 13.3k, Rosa Ortecho/Isobel Evans/Anatsa Mufaro)

AU, haunted houses (sorry stigmatized properties)! The vibes are spectacular, and the characters are beautifully conveyed in this setting. Not to mention there’s mystery and intrigue.

AU (Alternate Universe) Work: Love The Very Blood of You by soldierwitch (Teen, 13.3k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

an AU where Max was adopted separate of his siblings, and instead of becoming a Deputy to help him sleep at night he becomes a priest, in walks Liz Ortecho an agnostic scientist who changes his world (warning: it’s a wee bit blasphemous, but as a person who subscribes to the religion in discussion it’s not actually upsetting, like I’m very personally picky about religious themes, idk if that makes sense)

“This Work Made Me___”: Charity Case With Benefits by @maeglinthebold (Mature, 1.5k, Maria DeLuca/Michael Guerin/Alex Manes)

delightfully fun, there’s only one bed and they’re all just so perfect, every single beat is timed to perfection creating a fun and heart warming scene

Author’s First RNM Work: The Powers of Flowers by incandescentchampagneproblems (Teen, 2.3k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

a cute little au with a flower shop, and Liz being dead certain the last thing she’ll be doing is getting caught in a rom com (but the jokes on her cause she’s in a rom com)

A Poly Work (3+ People): The Consequences of Being a Tease by tv_obsessions (Explicit, 1.7k, Maria DeLuca/Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

pure smut, in which Max and Maria enter a friendly competition to see who can make their girl feel good (in other words Liz Ortecho deserves all the orgasms) and like Max calls Maria ma’am

“I Loved ‘Quote from Work’”: I Z Z Y by @ajna-eye-cogitations (General Audiences, 0.3k, no pairings)

this fic was amazing as always (this is an author rec too guys <3) literally every single word was beautifully constructed, and like the fire and snake symbolism, truly captured Iz’s spirit in this fic

Free Space (Any Time of Comment): [fanvid] The Way - Max/Liz by @impalachick (roughly a minute each, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

Beautiful! Their 3x09 road trip to the music Max canonically selected for their highschool trip

Rare Pair of New To You Ship: I like my girls just like I like my honey by milzilla (Teen, 1k, Jenna Cameron/Maria DeLuca)

Fake dating! One bed! Must I go on? They’re also going to a fancy event, and the emotions are captured so wonderfully

Fanart: Every Night I Save You by @viaomens (Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

A stunning Echo edit, that makes me wanna cry, it’s beautiful in the way visuals are but also conceptually and emotionally

“I Loved the Scene Where__”: Vision of Love by anonymous (General Audiences, 2.8k, Maria DeLuca/Liz Ortecho)

AU, Maria and Liz have a chance meeting after Liz gets an amazing job offer, their connection is flawless and the imagery is gorgeous

>50K FIC: The Truth is Right Here by @ladynox @beautifulcheat (Mature, 377.8k, Maria DeLuca/Michael Guerin/Alex Manes)

flawless, perfection, the reason I ship malexa, the world is so great, the characters so well translated (and fleshed out in beautiful ways canon could only have dreamed of). A must read IMO, joining a short list of fic I’d rec to someone unaware of the source material

Be The First to Comment on a Work: This Smile is a Loaded Gun by Limestone_and_Hemlock (Teen, 0.6k, Liz Ortecho/Isobel Evans)

AU, they’re assassins in a Charlie’s Angels esque scenario, and the tension is gorgeous (there’s also an edit)

Gen or Teen Work: what an imbecile! what an ultramoron! by @maeglinthebold (Teen, 0.3k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho/Kyle Valenti)

hilarious! Also, just so many good little pieces of who the three of them are and how they naturally come together

Comment on a Work with <10 kudos: it’s the best thing that I’ll ever do by @thesquidkid (General Audiences, 1.1k, Isobel Evans/Anatsa Mufaro)

the seamlessness of it! It’s an anatsobel wedding full of so many feelings and history, completely incapsulating why I adore them as a ship

<1000 Word FIC: Kiss of Hope by creatureofhobbit (General Audiences, 0.4K, no pairings)

a simultaneously heartbreaking as heartwarming look at Max and Bonnie’s views of their abilities

A Comment That is 1000+ Characters: State of Love and Trust by @wunderlass (Mature, 18.1k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

Canon Divergent 2x05, in which Max’s Darkness is a little more difficult to shake, it’s sexy and heartbreaking, and there’s Jones parallels galore

3+ Chapters of a Multichapter Work: Heart of Lightning: A Roswellian Tale by @suzteel (Teen, 20k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

Knight Liz! King Max! Sorcerers and Seers, it’s all perfection, and the way it weaves canon flawlessly into the setting is stunning

#roswell new mexico #rnm #rnm fic #rnmbingo #fic rec #rnm echo #malex #kaliz #anatsobel #and more <3

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hey poetz, hope you're doing well! :) 4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread? 11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general? 20. what is your favorite trope to write? 31. tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Strictly speaking, that would be the unfinished college sequel to Devolution. It’s unfinished because the show moved on in a completely different direction and I ended up exploring Rachel’s discovery of Quinn’s sexuality in other universes, notably Don’t Blink, so no great existential crises on that one.

For a plot bunny I never even started, I once had an idea that Frannie Fabray was teaching Judy how to Twitter and pulled up Quinn for her mom to follow and saw that her baby sister was following soccer and a bunch of shows/creators with lesbian content and realized, ‘huh, probably a lesbian.’ Looking more into her tweets, Frannie would have noticed the exchanges with Rachel Berry and assumed they were ‘gal pals.’ and then would have started asking Quinn about her ‘friend’ Rachel. Rachel would have, in fact, been just her friend at the time, but the unsubtle nudging from Frannie would have had Rachel and Quinn eventually admitting to romantic feelings.

I haven’t written this one because it’s pretty much the story of my cousin’s twitter account and me speculating to my mother that she was a lesbian and her roommate was not just her roommate. Spoiler alert: my speculation was confirmed a year or so later, so it felt a little dirty to Faberry-ize it in a fanfic.

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

I feel particularly called out by this one. I typically spend weeks researching the tiniest little throwaway detail of a fic, like a restaurant's hours of operation, or google mapping a street for location descriptions. It’s a form of intense procrastination as much as an obsession with making everything as realistic as possible.

Let’s see - what have I learned doing research? I learned that Open House New York is a thing that happens every year. I learned that Stanford White was murdered at the version of Madison Square Garden that he designed. I learned the curriculum at Yale and the train schedules between New York and New Haven which have since changed I’m certain. I learned about The Cloisters Museum. I learned how workshops usually work and how long (or rather short) the rehearsal schedules for musicals typically run. I learned that you can (or at least could a few years ago) sit for the New York bar exam at the same time you can sit for Massachusetts and that combo is/was totally doable. And, of course, I learned all about how reciprocal in vitro fertilization works.

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

I’m not sure I actually have a favorite. I mean, rivals to friends to lovers seems to be the Faberry plot that I wrote over and over. I’m a romantic comedy kind of gal, so I’m not sure I’ve really done much outside of that.

Wait - is using a third character narrator to tell the story a trope? Because then that’s probably my favorite.

31. tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

Have you met Teresa Rinaldi? I mean, she gets to flirt with Rachel and Quinn and go home with Santana, and she does it all with a sense of humor. She was supposed to be a throwaway character in a bar scene, there purely to create humor around Santana getting rejected, but she was so much fun that I brought her back as a love interest.

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practically-an-x-man · 9 months

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1 (Desert Song), 2, 3, 8, 11, 14, 23, 29 for the fic asks :)

Thank you so much!!! I'll try to make my answers somewhat brief since it's late and I need to get to bed

1. Share a song that makes you think of [Desert Song]

I mean, the title IS a song (a very heartbreaking bonus release by MCR), and I do have a whole list of songs compiled for use in future chapters so I kinda want to save those for when they appear in the fic itself, but there's one song that reminds me of them but doesn't really fit the rest of the punk theme

Pruning Shears by the Amazing Devil

It's a wonderful song and tells the story of a future couple meeting at a party, the interactions between the two of them already remind me a bit of Billy and Quinn's dynamic, but there's one stanza that really strikes me (and would've been the choice lyrics for the fic chapter, if the song fit the theme)

And I'll watch her ruin her life and dye her hair bright colors Become someone's wife Forget the girl that she once was

It just strikes me as very very *Quinn*, and I'd love to include the song if it fit with the tone of the overall fic. I mean, I'm a punk and I love the Amazing Devil, but it's not exactly punk music itself

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

All the time! I write the stories I want to see, and I love rereading them from time to time

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Ugh, that's so tough because they all serve different purposes. Like, Smoke and Mirrors I love for its character development, Bolts and Blasters I love for its slowburn, A Love Once New is my self-indulgent rainy-day fic, Desert Song I love for its complex relationships and intra/interpersonal themes, the list goes on. I love them each in their own way, and I genuinely can't pick a favorite.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

Uh.... a lot. But most recently I've been working on new chapters for Taking Flight (still hyperfixated lol) and Heartstrings, with A Love Once New waiting in the wings (pun intended lol)

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

Not really, I tend to get distracted if I write to music. I do have a playlist for my Sandman character Prometheus here, and my fics kinda end up being playlists themselves since I incorporate so much music into them, but I don't generally create a lot of playlists.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

I'm actually gonna go with Desert Song. I tried/am actively trying to emulate the fast-paced action style of 6 Underground, and given the movie never got a sequel I'd pick this one to fill that void. The same goes for my other 6 Underground fic, Nom de Guerre - Desert Song is the better-written fic by far, but I think Nom De Guerre might have more visual elements that would adapt well to film.

23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

I tend to lay out a brief outline for my chapters so I know where to go, but I kinda just go off of general feel for the length itself. The only limitations I place on myself are that it must be over 2k words (which is easy to achieve now) and it must end in a good narrative way (since idk when I would next be able to update and I don't want to leave people unsatisfied).

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Sure thing! Here's a snippet from a Wednesday fic that I scrapped after the controversy with Percy Hynes White. I still like the idea (in fact, I'm hybridizing the OC into a future fic with Michael Langdon instead), but I don't want to engage with any of the controversy regardless of its legal outcome.

“Calypso, that’s Greek, right?” Her Mona Lisa smile widened into something genuine, a blend of pure happiness and mild surprise. The distance in her expression vanished almost instantly. She wasn’t great at hiding her emotions. Everything showed on her face, as candidly as if it were written across her forehead. He found it endearing. “Right.” she agreed, “Greek mythology. She was the daughter of Atlas, the titan, and she was imprisoned on a hidden island that adventurers could only find once.” Then, as if it burst out of her in a flash of inspiration, “But I think I’m more like Hephaestus.” “Why’s that?” “He was the outcast of the gods. Cast aside because he was ugly. And he worked the forges.” She stared down at her own hands, and he remembered the illustrated gleam of the knife in his painting. “I work in the forges. Sort of.” Another of his questions answered, then. But that wasn’t what he was focused on. And he had a habit of speaking before his brain caught up. “You think you’re ugly?” Her gray eyes flashed back up to his own, emotion flitting across her face in an uncertain wave. She still couldn’t hide it, but that didn’t mean Xavier could read it. He wasn’t sure what to think, other than that she was clearly very, very lonely. And maybe didn’t even realize it. “I think I’m an outcast.” she finally answered, very carefully. Maybe she did realize it, after all.

thank you so much for asking!! these were fun!!

Fanfic Writer Asks

#my friends!!!#answered asks #ask game #my writing #fanfic #fanfic author #my ocs

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hewwo tis hua on main :33 lettuce see 9, 17, 23, 31, 45, n 46 for the fic questions~

Hi Hua we are now hanging out on my blog! :3

(Hi it's me from the future crying because this is so long I can no longer justify not putting a Read More what have you done to me :sob:)

9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

How can you ask me that when we’re in the Genshin fandom rn lol Jokes aside, I think that the size of the Genshin fandom is its blessing just as much as it’s its curse. Obviously it’s going to have all of the main problems that big fandoms tend to have, but the sheer number of people also means that there’s basically a guarantee that there will be other people that are creating the exact flavor of fanworks that I want to see and to create myself.

I’ve gone through highs and lows of how much fic I read for a fandom over time and I think Genshin is one of my all-time highs, but I’m pretty sure I’ve also found the most fics in Genshin that have just felt transcendent in some way to me. For a piece of media that I enjoy as much as I enjoy Genshin, I’d gladly take a large fandom that’s a bit of a clusterfuck over a tiny fandom where my thoughts and ideas don’t resonate with anything everyone else is doing. Even if it means I’m mostly off in my corner trying my best to remain blind to greater fandom trends, I’m happy in my tiny sandbox with the few friends that I share this experience with.

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favorite?

My first OTP for Genshin was xingyun! I ended up pulling both of them very early on, and even before I read their voicelines and realized that they’re basically a textbook example of friends to lovers, I was impressed by how well they worked together in a team and based purely on that I wondered as a joke if people shipped them. So naturally I checked AO3 and Learned.

They’ve been deposed as my favorites at this point by xiaoven, but they’re still very high on my otp list, placed lovingly in my S+ tier alongside xiaoven and kazuscara. I think that I would have ended up shipping them regardless of if I pulled them both early, but I like to think they started my taste off on the right foot.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

The thing about all of my fics is that they're either for a fandom/ship that I'm kinda divorced from at this point or they were written when I was 14 in the AO3 editing box and there is little to no in between. Which then leaves my Genshin fics... of which there are only 3, since most of my writing is done for me and my friends rather than the public.

Still, if I had to pick one, it would be When Suikou Met a Little Bird, a fic that was written in a pure, brainrotted haze but still kind of escalated to more than I ever expected it to be. It was honestly kind of an experiment for me, since I wrote it in a perspective I wasn't used to (that being Xiao rather than Venti) and the story just kind of came easily in a way that writing usually doesn't for me. For that, I was really proud of how it came out and just really happy with it overall.

That, and I also based it on one of the most Mentally Ill screenshots I've ever taken in-game, which I will include for your viewing pleasure:

31. What's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about your writing?

I got a comment a few months ago on A Brief Respite from Lantern's Light, which was the fic I wrote in a brainrot haze after the Endless Suffering trailer ended my entire existence, which said that my portrayal of Xiao and Venti was the closest to canon they had ever read and that the way I "captured the essence of their love is nothing short of perfection". Needless to say, I kinda ascended thanks to that.

The way that I write characters is something that I guess I could say I'm insecure about, since characters are often the vessels for humanity to be brought forth in a work of fiction, even if the characters aren't human themselves. I hold characters in very high esteem in works of fiction, but because I spend so much time thinking about my favorite characters, I'm constantly worried that they're kinda turning to mush in my brain and becoming what I see them as rather than what they really are. Headcanons are fun and I indulge in them plenty myself, but when I never want to lose sight of who those characters are in the story they were written for when I'm creating my own stories for them.

That's kind of why the xiaoven scene in the Endless Suffering trailer was Everything to me. Their first canon interaction, and it consisted of an exchange that was comfortable, especially when compared to Xiao's interactions with other characters in the past and even in the rest of that same trailer. Then, that says nothing of the tender gazes that Venti was giving Xiao the entire time. The entire scene just proved to me that whether or not they're in love, Xiao and Venti are comfortable with each other and that much is real.

So after I took that scene and built off of it into my own thought of how the scene could continue if Xiao and Venti were lovers, and to have someone say that it matched their interaction in the trailer and that I was able to capture that essence? It means everything to me, to this day.

i feel like a narcissist to have answered that question at such length but oh well lol

45. What is your all time favorite fanfic?

There are plenty of Genshin fics which have had an impact on me (oh haha impact that wasn't even on purpose), but I feel like I have to give this to what's probably the first truly transcendent fic I ever read. It was a Persona 5 fic called Black Star, I'm pretty sure it's still one of the most read P5 fics today, which it totally deserves.

It was a kind of epilogue to the original P5 before Royal or Strikers or whatever the fuck X is supposed to be were ever conceived, and in my honest opinion Black Star did it better than any of them ever have and ever will. It's a fic that says what it means to, nothing more and nothing less, and as I look back over the past 5 years of Atlus milking the life out of this story that used to have meaning, it's so goddamn refreshing to have this author who rolled up, wrote a perfect epilogue for P5 and then nothing else for the fandom. Wherever they are, I hope they're living their best possible life.

Black Star fixed the main thing that the original P5 fucked up, which was Goro Akechi. Akechi barely had a character arc in the original, even by the standards of P5 writing, but in this fic he was able to gain redemption as well as a resolution on his complicated feelings towards Joker in a way that I don't even think Royal did as well. Full disclosure, I used to be a hardcore shuake shipper and Black Star is a gen fic, but there are plenty of fics which give Akechi resolution in a way that incorporates romantic feelings towards Joker which I also love. However, I just think Black Star is able to surpass them in certain regards because of how it actualizes Akechi in his own personhood independent of anyone else. At this point in my life cycle as a goroboy, I really just think that when Akechi is at his lowest like he is in this fic, he just needed anything, even the faintest glimmer of trust in him from someone in his life that he's able to do good even after all the wrong he's done in order for him to at least want to try. That can be given to him regardless of any kind of romance, and Black Star has always done it best.

I also just love the way it builds off of P5's world with Paranoia Syndrome and the Dead Sea in which Mementos rots. Again, it's like I said before, no official continuation of Persona 5 has ever and will ever do it better than Black Star. ...i should read it again at some point.

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

I am once again being made to choose between one of my three entire Genshin fics lol. But for this question I honestly feel like I have to go with A Brief Respite from Lantern's Light. It's short, but also out of my three fics I think it best demonstrates my mental state and how xiaoven exists in my brain, being rotated like a rotisserie chicken. In a way it could be kinda like my mission statement? Or like. My conceit? OH ITS LIKE MY XV COVER LETTER. i hate that metaphor, god lol

But yeah, we end with a simple answer: if you come to me for xiaoven, the xiaoven in that fic is what you're signing up for <3

#navi answers #rubberbandballqueen #Maybe one day my recced fic will be Talk the Stars #It's so close to hitting its stride #But we're still warming up tbh #This was so fun even though I failed the stfu challenge #a read more on an ask... wtf man

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Grace, I need a one-shot/blurb ab this post 🥺

Going on vacations can be hard when dating a celebrity of Niall’s status, but sometimes you just gotta say ‘fuck it.’

You were laying out sun tanning, Niall laying next to you when a buzz started around you, people whispering and talking, pointing in your direction and out near the parking lot.

The parking lot where there were very clearly paparazzi taking photos of you and Niall to eventually sell off to the highest paying magazine.

You groan, rolling over towards Niall, “I hate that we cant just have a bit of piece.”

“I know, petal,” he whispers pulling you into him so your head lays against his bicep and he’s leaning over you, his fingers pushing a stray hair off your forehead.

“But who cares? All that matter is that I’m herewith you, so fuck it, let’s give them something to take pictures of,” he finishes, leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You chuckle against his mouth before giving in and cupping his face, responding to his kiss with passion.

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At Last...

Main Masterlist | Request / tell me what you think <3

Summary: Y/n doesn’t singing In front of people, but for harry she does.

Warnings: PURE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, mentions of a mothers death (not in detail), lmk If I missed anything!

Word count: 1345

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! -G <3

You never sing in front of Harry.

It’s not because you think you sound horrible, you’ve just always been shy when singing in front of people, and to have your boyfriend, Harry Styles, listening to you is too nerve wracking.

From a young age you knew you loved to sing, always singing along in the car or mumbling lyrics to yourself while doing a task. But never in front of friends, the only person you ever trusted to hear you was your mother. And when she passed away, you never sang in front of anyone again.

It always felt like a you and her thing, and you didn’t want to take that memory and feeling away by giving it to someone else.

But one night Harry sweetly talked you into singing a bit for him, which was very nerve wracking and you were terribly anxious.

You both had been laying on the couch in his house, having been watching ‘The Notebook’ one of Harry’s favorite rom coms.

“Alright,” you sit up, untangling yourself from his arms, “I’ll let you pick one song and I'm not singing it all, just a little part and then that’s all you get.” you tell him, looking at him expectantly.

He takes a minute, brows furrowed and his fingers tugging at his pink plump lips, “Ok,” he sits up too, grabbing his phone from his pocket and typing away before a piano and guitar instrumental starts to play through the phone speaker and you instantly recognize it.

You shoot him a small glare, which he just smirks back at, both of you knowing you’d have to use almost your full range to do this song.

“I hate you” you mumble, sitting up straighter and taking a deep calming breath.

“At Last..” you belt out, nothing like Etta James but that's the thing about music, different people interpret songs in different ways, it’s the beauty of it.

“My Love has come along,

My lonely days are over,

And life is like a song,

Oh yeah, oh yeah”

Harry’s face morphed in awe and shock, his mouth slightly open as his eyes,full of wonder, stare at you, a slow, breathless smile etching it’s way to the corners of his mouth.

“At last,

The skies are blue,

My heart was wrapped in clover,

The night I looked at you.”

You stare right back at him, conveying through your eyes how much you loved him. You gave one small smile before sighing, rubbing your sweaty hands on your thighs, “alright, that’s all you get. “

“Y-Y/n,” he stutters, his face still full of shock, “why didn’t you tell me you could sing like that? Holy shit, babe, you’re amazing.” Harry lets out a chuckle pulling you to him, kisses you sweetly, pulling back to laugh again in amazement.

You blush, shaking your head, “uh thanks, oh look you’re favorite parts coming up,” you bring both of your attentions back to the tv.

“Thank you for singing for me baby, I know you don’t like it but i’m thankful you trusted me enough to do it, I love you,” he whispers, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead.

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What about asking H to fuck you in front of a mirror?? It's so hot

Sex club

I got a few older!H requests so here you go!!

Summary: y/n’s trying out a new place tbat happens to be a sex club where she meet and older harry.

Warnings: Older!harry, Dom!harry, chocking, spanking, oral (female and male receiving) mirror fucking (p in v) unprotected sex, ‘sir’ ‘sweetheart’ ‘darling’ ‘slut’ ‘good girl’ , I think that it?? Lmk if not !

Word count: 5K

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! -G <33

It is typical for you. Whenever you went out, it wasn’t guys or even girls your age that you looked for. No, it was older men and women. More experienced and more pleasurable experiences were what you looked for.

It had been like that your whole life, you don’t really know when it started, but when you got to dating age, it was people older than you that attracted you. You didn’t mind, hell you quite frankly enjoyed it way more than when you were with people your own age.

Currently you were out, sitting at the bar of a sex club. This wasn’t your normal way or place to meet someone, but you’ve always wanted to try something new, and this has been on your list for quite some time now.

Sitting at the bar, your back leaned against the bar as your legs crossed and you spun the small black straw in your long island iced tea. You wore your tightest black dress, your boobs pushed up so high you thought they’d touch your chin. You didn’t know if you’d be joining anything this time around, maybe you’d just watch this time and come back if you felt comfortable, but you still shaved every crevice of your body in case you did.

Your eyes roam the bar areas, watching a few women walk around topless, some on stages dancing to the sensual music. Women and men watching them, couples kissing and feeling each other up, most likely getting ready to head upstairs to the main area. You were already wet, at the sight, it didn’t take much now that you have been sitting here awhile, just watching, trying to work up the nerve to head up the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes keep scanning the bar area landing on different couples or people that might have just met tonight, making out, whispering what they’re going to do to each other and feeling each other up. Just as you go to take a sip your eyes land on a dark haired man, and he’s staring right back at you.

His green eyes focused on your mouth, or more your tongue as it swirls around the straw before finally getting put in your mouth. His thighs wide as he sits in a manspread, his hands fisted on his thighs, one wrapped around a glass of whiskey. God his hands are hot. You don’t take your eyes off him as you take a sip of your drink, your thighs clenching as you watch his jaw tick.

This man is fine, the hottest man here by far. His dark hair having a few gray streaked through it, but mostly all dark, his stubbled jaw that you would like to know how it feels between your thighs. You can tell he’s older than your twenty three years, just what you like.

Your eyes lock with his from across the room, his eyebrow quirked in challenge. You let a small smirk grace your lips, finishing off the last of your drink before setting it on the counter behind you and standing. You don’t look back as you make your way towards the stairs, hips swaying and your dress riding higher to just under your ass cheeks, you don’t care though, half the people here are in a state of undress. What’s a little pantie action?

As you make it to the landing you can hear footsteps on the stairs behind you, a spike of excitement runs through you making you feel electrified . You're so ready to see where this night leads.

Walking down the dark, red lit hall, you turn right into a room where you can see two women - one with dark hair and the other with blonde, are making out on a bed, a man watching them from the corner as he sits in an armchair, his shirt unbuttoned and his hand stroking his cock - just beyond the glass. The women are groping each other, hands roaming everywhere, the one with dark hair putting their hand between the blonde’s thighs, stroking her clit at the order of the man. They moan, the blonde woman moving kisses down the neck of the dark haired one before sucking her nippile into her mouth.

Your thighs clench, but as hot as it may be it is not as exciting as you’d figure you’d find here, so you turn and walk back down the hall. Passing a few doors, moans falling into the hall before you take a left, coming into a well lit room with two men and a red haired woman. One is fucking her from behind as the other lays on his back while the women sucks him off. It was hot, the man fucking her slapping her ass cheek making her whimper and pull off the other man. “I didn’t say stop, slut,” He snaps, his hand pulling her head back to him, she lets out a moan as she takes him back in her mouth. Her hand works his base and she swirls her tongue around his tip.

You cross your legs, clenching your thighs, your panties soaking as you watch them fuck her. Her moans filling your ears, biting your lip to try and keep in a moan. You knew this would excite you coming here, you just didn’t know how much.

“Does this excite you, sweetheart?” His rough, British voice rasps in your ear. His body heat encases your back in a warmth. A shiver runs down your spine, standing straighter, your hands find the hem of your dress fisting it in your hands.

You're nervous, you never imagined to catch someone's attention tonight, you were just going to watch. His front grazes your back, not quite touching you, but you can feel his hard on brush against the curve of your ass cheeks.

“I asked a question, love,” he rasps. His hand coming up, his fingers running along your arm causing goosebumps appear as you let out a shuttered breath.

“Y- yes,” you whisper, unconsciously leaning back into him. His fingers brush your hip, pulling you back into him more, his hard on nuzzled between your ass cheeks, only your dress and his pants separating you. Groaning, you push your ass into him.

You love this feeling, having a man hard for you. It excites you, your panties grow wetter as you eyes watch the two men and red haired woman fuck. The man she was sucking off now under her, fucking up into her pussy as the man behind fucking her ass. Her moans can’t be contained, she lets them fall out freely as she kisses the man’s under her chest.

“Fuck-” you whimper. You’ve had your fair share of threesomes, men and women, just men, just women. But never like this, never both men at once. You ache, needing to be touched, you just want to stick your hand in your panties and get yourself off but a strong ring clad hand catches you before you can.

“No touching yourself, sweetheart,” he orders into your ear. Your back is fully leaned on his chest now, a whimper escaping you as he tugs your hand back, laying your palm flat on his thigh. The hard ridges of his abdomen pressed into you.

“What’s your name, love?” he asks you, keeping you against him with a hand on your hip and the other on your upper arm. His breath right next to your ear, his lips skimming your ear lobe.

“Y/N,” you whisper out, turning your head on his shoulder so you can catch his eyes. You meet lust filled emeralds, and all you can think is you want this man to fuck you. “What’s yours?”

“M’Harry,” he mutters. His eyes flick between yours, moving across the expanse of your face, down to your lips, lingering there. He licks his lips, his face moving an inch closer, noses brushing and breath fanning over each other's lips as you wait for his next move. Your chest rises and falls with each breath, your ass pushing back into him, needing to feel him.

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could you maybe do the "just lay back down, and I'll take care of you" first time prompt with harry?

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Ok so I combined these two asks and made a fluff / self Indulgent little fic lol Also just a forewarning this is not my best work i literally wrote this in less than 30 mins dsjansdjfh;odjf;dsjk

Summary: y/n’s sick and older!H takes care of her

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, chest pains, being sick, lmk if I missed anything (nothing sexual purely a fluff / comfort fic)

Word count: 944

Hope you enjoy! Happy reading - G <3

When you first met Harry you never could have imagined he would be seeing you like this so soon. You didn’t want him seeing you like this but he's a stubborn asshole most of the time anyways, not giving up until he got his way, much like you.

He insisted on taking care of you when you came down with a fever of 100.7 and a raw wet cough, he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he stated more than asked if he could stay with you to make sure you were ok. After putting up more of a fight than the little energy you had allowed, you finally gave up and let him make his famous chicken noodle soup he told you his mum used to make him when he was sick.

The thing about being sick was, you absolutely hated it, ever since you were a child you couldn’t stand being sick. You hated when your throat hurt and you had to cough, you hated throwing up and the hot and cold flashes that came with having a fever, the chest and body aches where you can’t get comfortable when you’re trying to rest.

But what you hated the most was that your anxiety got worse. It happens every time you get sick, the thought of just a head or chest cold turning into bronchitis or pneumonia. It scared the absolute shit out of you.

Of course your mother would try and comfort you, rubbing your back and hugging you real tight, whispering that ‘everything will be okay’. Anything to soothe you, but sometimes it just wouldn’t work.

You could be resting, trying to sleep but your mind would go to places where you’d wonder if your chest was hurting because it was more than a small chest cold. That you weren’t going to be okay and you needed to go to the hospital.

You didn’t want Harry to be around when you had your anxiety attack, you normally can calm yourself down now that you're older and can somewhat take care of yourself. You didn’t want him to see you like that, especially when he’s older and you haven’t been dating that long.

It was day two of being sick and waking up with a really raw cough and your nose running that you noticed that your chest was hurting more than the day before. You didn’t say anything when Harry woke up and offered to make you some tea with honey and lemon to soothe your aching throat.

You didn’t say anything when he cuddled up behind you that afternoon after you told him you were tired and wanted to take a nap. Your head on his chest as he rubbed up and down your back softly, soothing the body aches you feel. You didn’t say anything as you both layed there, him falling asleep as your mind ran wild with possibilities that the chest pains you were feeling were more that to do with your cold.

You only said something when he found you crying on the bathroom floor, having gently slipped from his arms and the bed when your anxiety got to be too much and the tears started to fall.

“M-my chests h-hurts,” you almost sob, fear leaking into your hoarse voice.

He nods, brows furrowed in concern, “Ok baby, it’s okay. Let’s get you back in bed.” He softly picks you up bridal style, your arms tightening around his shoulders and you hide your tear stained face in his neck.

“Shh, darling, everything’s going to be alright.” he coos.

Harry walks back into your bedroom and over to the side of the bed where all your pillows are propped up because it’s easier to breath sitting up than laying down. He gently places you on the soft mattress, pulling the comforter out from under your sock covered feet and pulling it up under your chin.

“Just lay back, I’ll take care of you, okay baby?” he whispers, pushing a stray piece of hair off your forehead before he leans down and places a kiss there. You nod, letting out a cough and a weak smile.

Harry walks into the kitchen and is back a minute later with some medicine, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you as he pours it in the little medicine up and hands it to you, “This is supposed to help ease the pain in your chest and throat, it’s a nighttime medicine which will probably make you sleepy but you need some sleep, i felt you tossing and turning all night last night.” he speaks softly, smiling over at you when you shoot him a small glare. “I also got you some more tea and crackers, because I know you don’t like the taste of the medicine.” Harry laughs softly as the soft smile you shoot him, an immediate mood change from glaring at him just a second ago.

You quickly take the medicine and immediately reach for the tea harry’s holding, taking a long sip of the warm liquid helping soothe your throat.

After laying back and Harry climbing in bed next to you, you cuddle up to him, your anxiety slowly floating away as Harry puts on your favorite marvel movies and you eat some crackers. You can feel yourself start falling asleep while the pain you were feeling in your chest eases.

You fall asleep to Harry softly rubbing your back and placing a kiss to the top of your head while Marvel's Captain America: The Winter Soldier plays in the background.

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327 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What about y/n asking BSF!Harry to teach her how to give a blow job?

Bsf!harry teaches how to give a blowjob.

Ok so I’ve completely lost my laptop charger lmao 😅🤦‍♀️ so I sucked it up and wrote this on my phone so if it sucks that what we’re going to blame it on! 😂BUT I’m back ??!?! MAYBE lol i really missed writing!

Warnings: blowjob, throat grabbing ( NOT VIOLENT ( Not choking bc its loose and not meant in that way) nothing else?? Lmk if not!!

Word Count: 2247

I hope you enjoy!! Happy reading -G <3

Also this was not proof read or edited so sorry for any mistakes!!

You and Harry have been best friends since before he auditioned for The X Factor - you and his mothers doing.

He was never a shy person, always singing or humming a tune, playing birthday parties with his band. That’s how you met actually, he and his band played at your now ex best friends birthday party.

You met through a friend of a friend and hit it off right from the start, talking about the same interests you both had in songwriting and music. You ended up talking the whole night, sharing a dance or two before exchanging numbers.

You guys texted each other everyday and pretty much every minute, always bringing up new interests and the most bizarre things. Eventually, you started to hangout with friends, until it was just the two of you watching movies, singing lyrics at the top of your lungs in the car, just having become each other’s best friends.

And that leads to today, watching your best friend up on stage living his dream of being a musician. Harry was on tour for his second album, his fans not knowing that just yesterday he finished recording the last song for his third solo album. He’s let you hear snippets, but nothing fully and it’s driving you crazy.

He uses to do that when he was in the band, sending you voice memos of lyrics in the middle of the night when he was halfway across the world from you. And each and every time you would wake up and listen to it over and over, just to feel a smidge closer to him.

Sometimes you’d even call him, just to hear his voice. He couldn’t talk long most times, but just hearing his voice made you feel butterflies.

That should’ve been the first thing you noticed when you finally realized you liked him, well as more than a friend. You were always yearning to be near him, to hear his voice or just any form of attention from him.

He was your best friend, and you’d never had a boyfriend before. You never had anytime for one, you were always with harry. Hanging out, texting, ect.

So later that night when the show was over and you all had finally gotten back to the hotel, showered and in bed, you realized how inexperienced you were.

You’ve had sex, not the best albeit, but you weren’t a virgin. But you hadn’t really done anything else, your intimate life was pretty vanilla compared to everything harry had told you he’s experienced.

You’ve never even given a blow job.

You haven’t really wanted to with any of the guys you’ve been with, but still.

Your mind took to a deep place where all you could think about was that Harry had probably gotten a lot of blowjobs from different women around the world. That made you jealous. But a hot too.

The wetness between your thighs could be felt through your thin sleep shorts, you were picturing harry naked, that beautiful butterfly tattoo on full display with his legs parted and someone bobbing their head up and down on his cock.

You didn’t even realize what you were doing until your fingers connected with your swollen clit and started circling, the pleasure you were giving yourself completely clouded your imagination, until it wasn’t just ‘someone’ bobbing their head up and down on Harry’s dick, it was you.

Pleasure shot through you, a moan slipping out just as a knock sound at the door and it was pushed open. You’ve never sat up and covered yourself faster.

Harry’s surprised green eyes stare back at you, the extra key card to your room grasped between his lean strong fingers.

You had forgotten that he had a key card to your room, just like you do to his. It was what you always did when you were on tour with him, that way you both could just go right in without have to have someone open the door.

“I-“ you start to say before realizing he was walking closer, the heavy door now closed behind him.

“What we’re you doing?” He Asks you, is voice deep and his eyes bright and filled with heat. His eyes trail down you, to your tank top that’s not hiding the fact that you’re not wearing a bra, to your hard nipples and down to your blanket covered lap. Lingering on your hand that was just down your shorts not even a minute ago.

“Not” you clear your throat, placing a small hesitant smile across your lips, “nothing.” And you leave it at that, the blush heating your cheeks making it apparent that it wasn’t just ‘nothing’.

He stays quiet, just looking between you and your reddened cheeks, you take a moment to take him in. White shirt tightly hugging his toned chest, you could see his tattoos faintly through it and a pair of black gym shorts. The tiger tattoo peaks out just a tad and you imagine yourself riding it.

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hyunjinspark · 2 years

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Hi Jade, this is Ciel ~ How are you doing, dear?

I hope adressing you by your name isn't uncomfortable for you. It's been quite some time since I sent my message, right? I don't always read every ask, since I mainly go on tumblr past midnight, reading helps me fall asleep. But I do read some of them, and I'm overjoyed to see so many people enjoy your writing. It is, indeed, quite the find among the sea on tumblr (not to lesser anyone else's work!).

I'm sure I told you already how I find your way with words so enchanting. It's always a pleasure for me to read you, one day, I even went back and reread everything of Only Fools. I know I am not most interactive reader, I apologize for that, but do be sure I always pay attention to your updates. As of now, I've read part 12 thrice, and will read it one last time before the next chapter comes out. I love every details and how diligent to your book you are. Even with angst, I feel a certain warmth and comfort while reading. Once again, I find your words and feelings pure in your chapters, and the love you express for Hyunjin is enamoring in itself, as we can feel how much attention and care you have for him behind those words. The way you characterise him is beautiful. I'll lay down my words for part 12 in a reblog, soon enough, after a fourth read!

Now, my thought on deadlines. I demand, stop apologizing, and don't force a deadline on yourself. We, as readers, only want your well-being first and foremost. We enjoy your work, because you enjoy writing it; it's when you pass your emotions and thoughts to us that we enjoy it the most, even if we have to wait a long, it doesn't matter. Waiting is part of the game; I believe the more fidgety we get to know what's coming next, the more we are to feel ecstatic all throughout the reading. It even sparks the need to go back to it numerous times, you can't grasp every details in one.

As well, I want to share on university. I'm on a year-break right now, after three years of attendance, I know how it gets, even if our educational systems are quite different. What I can say is, try to stay healthy, if you feel burnout take a step back, and don't force work on yourself, sometimes going back to it later is worth more and easier.

I'm unsure I've said everything I wanted to, but the main ideas are here. Take care of yourself, once again, waiting is part of the deal, and we are happier knowing you're doing well, instead of trying to do so much at once and stress yourself. I hope my words don't seem too uptight, I believe a wonderful writer deserves charming words as well. As well, english isn't my first language, and I may lack vocabulary to make it shine the way I'd like to.

Oh, one last thing! Last time, I forgot to ask to be added to the taglist, if you kindly will, I'd love to be notified too. As much as I love the suspense when I hop on tumblr and find a new chapter for any fanfic I follow, the fear of missing one is also there!

With care,

Ciel

oh my god ciel, you always make my day with your messages !! this ask is so sweet and i love you. its been quiet a while since ive seen you around and i missed you, im so glad people enjoy my writing too 🥺

you’ve read it thrice ? thank you 😭 for dedicating so much time to my story and im very glad i can make you feel warm even amongst the angst.

thank you so so much, i feel like this reply is just gonna be me saying thank you, but thank you for thinking the way i write and view hyun is enamouring. creating his character has honestly been so fun and exploring that personality is so comforting. i can’t wait for your thoughts on part 12!

and honestly, im used to this kind of university sustem since i had it in my undergraduate as well and usually was able to balance my life, uni and other things but everything is so much harder now since every art project we produce has to be a certain level 😫 i know what you mean about burnout, and im wary of that definitely because for studying art i feel like i have to stay inspired all the time to produce good projects, and then keep that inspiration throughout everything. it can definitely be stressful.

you’re so kind, don’t worry that doesn’t sound uptight at all. its very caring of you and im genuinely surprised you care so much☹️ take care ciel, and i’ll definitely add you to the taglist !

#💌 jade mail #star lost with you

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azurelyy · 2 years

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Hi, Snoot. Thanks for playing! 🖤

🍦What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

Think I’m going to have to give this to my Itachi request that I wrote for my event! It has literally no angst (other than him wondering if y/n will say yes) and is literally just pure fluff.

🥺 Is there a certain moment or type of interaction between chars that never fails to put you in your feels?

The moment in hate to love when there’s that initial, accidental sexual tension. IT IS SO DELICIOUS. Like, these characters “hate” each other - and yet! There’s a spark! They KNOW there’s a spark, we know there’s a spark, but they can’t act on it. Ndosndmendnn (me slamming on my keyboard out of frustration and glee).

Popular examples in media are:

THIS SCENE in Pride and Prejudice

:29-2:05 in this clip from Anastasia (I love these two SO MUCH)

This fucking scene from 10 Things I Hate About You

Thiiiis moment in Princess Diaries 2 *chef’s kiss*

And, last but certainly not least, this moment in Avatar.

Ask game!

#ask away #ask game #azurelyy friends #hate to love #enemies to lovers #Zutara

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alyjojo · 1 year

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February 🐉 2023 Monthly - Libra

Whole of your energy: 8 Wands

There are difficulties with people around you this month, but for the most part you’ve got a great opportunity for something related to work and it’s a wonderful thing. Don’t let yourself get mixed up in negativity, your color cards and Oracle point you towards happiness & growth, whatever is occurring is a good thing.

What’s going on in February:

6 Swords:

This could be travel, 8 Wands too, you’re likely traveling for work or are being offered opportunities somewhere else, whether temporary or not, you’re expanding locations. 9 Cups shows this is exactly what you’ve been wanting and hoping for, you’re trying to get clarity on all of the details and whatnots involved, but you’re very happy. Keep that energy 💯

6 Cups rev:

This is a card of getting over the past, and more than that, with 4 Cups & Page of Pentacles, it feels like progress, finally, where before there might not have been much on offer at all. Maybe you’ve passed this one up before, but won’t a second time. It seems like this decision is an easy one for you and you’re happy to plan how it all works out.

Queen of Cups:

You have the King & Queen of Wands, both reversed, in the next rows, these people are a source of difficulty for you. Queen of Cups feels more like your own energy, doesn’t have to be. This is a person that’s kind, deeply loving, sentimental, nurturing, a very good & caring friend. If this is not you, it’s someone that’s going to work together with you to make this thing happen. If this is you, then this opportunity is possibly destined for you and satisfying on a very deep & emotional level.

Queen of Wands rev:

The first of the contention, they could be a couple, possibly parents, fire signs, friends of yours. It could be this Queen of Cups’ energy, acting jealous, domineering, bratty & bossy…because their friend is moving away, changing something, going to be away for awhile. They’re not initially* happy for you, you could be shaking up their world as well as your own. This could also be your own energy, if all of this is switched and you’re not happy for a friend.

5 Swords rev:

Whoever is acting up is apologizing for it, specifically any dominating, bossy & arrogant behavior. They’ll get over it, you two will work it out. The Emperor shows this person as either normally mature and acting out of character, or they’re trying to be the bigger person and realize they’ll just miss you or they’re worried about you, it’s not *your* fault. Especially if this is a parent. Healing is possible, don’t take people’s bs to heart, or you’ll have to apologize yourself if this is all switched. This could just be saying any conflict and issues you’ve had with your work or people in your life are healing & becoming better because of this. It’s also possible you’re not going anywhere, but there’s an opportunity for a fresh start, and a clean slate in relationships. The underlying message is happiness, moving on to better things, new things, possible travel, new experiences 🌺

Signs you may be dealing with:

Scorpio, Sagittarius, Pisces, Aquarius, Cancer & Aries

Oracles: ✨

42 Joy 🎉

We are created in joy. The balance of energy and higher vibrations brings us closer to divine love - pure joy. Joy can be a destination, but it can also be the vehicle that you use to get to that destination. Faith, grace, gratitude, and love all merge together, at different times and in different amounts, to create joy. There is love, growth, tears, change, and self-realization in this card. This card portends a happy and joyous time.

We enter into February as:

Rhonda Rhino of Amethyst 🦏:

“The road to divinity is paved in forgiveness.”

The true essence of Rhonda is that her dreams came true because she never harbored resentment, this card is about forgiveness. Because she didn’t take her mother’s suffering personally, she didn’t have to work it out. There is a lightness to staying reasonably detached from another’s anger & pain. We only need to forgive ourselves if we have judged others. Rhonda focuses on what her dream is, not what others have done to her, she is the essence of goodness and forgiveness, nothing changed that about her.

What is to be learned in February:

Geranium 🌺:

“This is another beginning.”

What appears to be an end may not be one after all. Often situations that generate our greatest fears turn into remarkable opportunities. It’s time to let go of the past, and trust that whatever is coming is better than what you’ve known to this point. You are ready to begin again. A new opportunity is coming from a place you don’t expect. There is a regeneration of some kind going on. Whatever you were pulled away from in the past was for the purpose of bringing you to a higher place. It’s time for whatever has been dormant to bloom again. Trust there is a higher plan. This is truly an exciting time.

Red may be a lucky color ❤️

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