#& there were gonna be fish inside the tv as well

[dovesick]

the fish get their own back

#object head #tv head #orginal art #oc artwork #weird art #my art #this is actually the pigeon with hands inside the tv #this pic went thru tons of changes #it was originally gonna be a comic showing the pigeon with hands inside the tv #& there were gonna be fish inside the tv as well #but i liked this idea better #this was also gonna link with another pic i never finished #but idk if it rly does now #oh yea i’ve gotta mention the bg is a royalty free photo

[angel-of-the-moons]

can you do some bratty reader x johnny cage :33 need him so bad 😭

HELLS YEA I CAN

(Also because it wasn't specified which Johnny, I'm gonna go with MK1 because the things I would do to with this man--)

Bad Kitten

Johnny Cage x Bratty!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, bratty!reader, bit of a dom!Johnny (but not much), pool sex, teasing, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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Being Johnny Cage's girlfriend had its perks.

Living in Malibu in his gorgeous mansion was one of them. As well as having a bomb ass pool that went all the way inside the house, too.

It was no biggie to pop in for a swim whenever you wanted to engage in your "fish instinct brain" that Johnny called it. In fact, when Johnny couldn't get a hold of you while he was on set, or you weren't answering he knew he could find you floating in the pool, one of your favorite shows playing on the TV nearby as you lazily kicked your feet about in the water.

You were a bombshell, a true prize, Johnny would tell everyone.

But the one thing that confounded him the most, was your bratty and playful personality. You were a smartass, a bit of a prankster, and a maddening tease.

An intoxicating cocktail that he couldn't resist (and found stupidly sexy).

But sometimes... You needed some reminding as to who you were playing with. And right now was one of those times.

He crossed his arms as he looked down at you, his shoes just inches from the edge of the pool, his expensive silk shirt wet and damp from where you splashed him, soles squeaking on the expensive tile.

"C'mon, Kitten..." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, frowning down at you, a bite to his tone.

"Because of you, I have to go change now. We're gonna miss our reservations."

"So?" You grin up at him, doing a lazy backstroke, thrusting your chest up out of the water so your breasts were on display, your bikini top leaving little to the imagination.

You could see his Adams apple bob in his throat as he licked his lips. You couldn't see his glasses behind his shades, but you knew damn well what he was looking at.

"Baby, c'mon..." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Nah. Fish brain demands water." You laugh, kicking your foot out and splashing water onto his shoes, causing him to step back with a sputter.

Somewhere along that time, Johnny slipped on the water you'd splashed earlier, landing flat on his ass and sending his glasses skittering across the floor.

"All right, that's it!" Johnny growled, moving to get back on his feet.

"You are in for--" He was cut off when your bikini top came flying at him and hit him square in the face.

His mouth dropped open when he looked at you, the setting sun casting fiery colors on the water, reflecting up onto the walls in a mystical array of patterns, the light of the sunset illuminating around you as you spun in the water, a cheeky grin on your face as your breasts freely bobbed in the water.

"In for what, baby?" You purr, sticking your tongue out at him. "Gotta catch me if you wanna get your point across..."

Johnny gave you a grin that sent a thrill down your spine, and he started pulling his clothes off.

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"I'm soo-oo-rrr-rrryyy!" You whimpered, squirming to get free from his relentless grasp.

"Nope. Nuh-uh." Johnny said casually, as he rolled and pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger. Your bikini bottoms had long since been untied, floating somewhere in the pool.

He had been at it for nearly an hour and a half. Your bodies were already pruning, but that didn't stop him.

"You got my floor wet, Kitten." Johnny sighed in your ear as he gave you another pinch, his other arm wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping your back pinned to his front.

"Got my clothes wet, made us miss our dinner reservation..." He rolled your clit beneath his water-wrinkled thumb.

"Made me drop my glasses, too. If those lenses are scratched... Well." He grinned into the skin of your shoulder.

"This is what happens to bad pussies, you know. You gotta learn your actions have consequences, babe."

You groaned at his crude metaphor, and made a shaky moan. Your throat was dry and scratchy, your tongue feeling like sandpaper from your whining, squealing, and moaning you'd done since he started this torture.

You felt the flames of your orgasm, so close to completely engulfing you, and you felt your heart speed up again at the promise of release.

But Johnny? Oh, he knew your body like that back of his hand, by now.

He knew how to read you the way a blind man reads a book written in braille; and he was always eager to study when it came to you.

And that, is precisely why he stopped, merely tapping his finger on your engorged clit, sighing as you thrashed, a needy sob coming from you as water splashed around you, your legs kicking weakly in protest.

"Johnny!" You cried, tears burning in the corners of your eyes.

"Mmm?" He hummed innocently, still tapping your clit in a way that was just pure torture, each point of contact sending lightning bolts striking up through you.

You could feel the hardness of his cock was pressed firmly against your ass, yet Johnny seemed perfectly content to ignore it in favor of driving you to the brink of insanity with just his fingers.

"God--just--fucking--" You cry, throwing your head back.

"Hey, now, keep talking like that and I'm gonna make sure you never get off." Johnny grinned at you, kissing your cheek.

"Johnny, I'm sorry--" You hiccuped pathetically. "Just please!"

"Please what, baby?" He cooed.

"Fu--please. Please please pleasepleaseplease let me cum."

"Aaaaaand?" He chuckled, swiping at your clit again.

"I'm sorry I got you wet!" You sobbed. "Ah-and--and made us miss d-dinner!"

"That's my girl! Knew you could do it!" He encouraged with a kiss to your shoulder.

When he pulled his hand away from your, you whined, thinking that he was messing with you and wouldn't give you the relief he had been teasing you with and yanking out of your fingers.

But when he spun you around and started to grind his cock against your folds in the water? You felt your mind get foggy with the promise of having his cock fuck you into oblivion.

"Been wanting to fuck you in the pool for a while." He grunted as you blindly reached down to line him up, sinking down so the tip of his cock popped into your aching hole.

Johnny tipped his head back with a deep groan that rumbled in his chest as you speared yourself down, nails biting into the wet skin of his shoulders, sliding down to leave deep red grooves in the skin.

"Goddamn, Kitten. You're so tight."

"Ah, god--fuck." You whine, desperately trying to get into a rhythm that you could settle into.

But it was hard. The slickness of the water made it difficult; awkward and hard to find purchase. You were getting frustrated now, and made an angry whine.

Johnny chuckled tightly and took pity on you, his feet planting on the tiles of the pool below (thankfully you were on the shallow end, right now) as he grabbed your hips.

He used the water to help him move you as he arched his back, thrusting up into you with vigor.

You squealed and doubled over as he rammed himself in mercilessly.

When he tipped his hips up in a certain way, your mind went blank with the white-hot pleasure that sparked in your blood. The flames of your orgasm that Johnny had been edging from you finally combusted, engulfing you in the choking flames with a frayed wail; your muscles clamping down on his cock as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sniffling from the overstimulation as he continued to slam up into you, his arms caging you against his chest.

"Fuck, so good for me, baby." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Doing so. Fucking. Good." He grunted, punctuating each word with a harsh snap of his hips.

"Johhhnnnnyyyyy..." You mewled as his dick dragged in and out of your gummy walls.

"Fuck!" He rolled his eyes back with a deep moan, swallowing hard.

He knew he was going to cum soon, he never lasted long when you were this worked up and tight.

But damn, was it fun to work you up.

Johnny made a whimper in your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth, biting down as his orgasm started to crest.

He had the mental acuity enough to pull out before he started to cum, milky white ropes spurting out of his swollen and achy tip, lazily wafting about in the waves that splashed around the two of you.

You both almost collapsed, letting the push and pull of the water ease your muscles.

"...Im thinking we should order out tonight." Johnny grinned at you.

"Up for some Chinese?"

#answered #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x you #johnny cage smut #johnny cage mk #johnny cage #johnny cage mk1

[the-angels-share]

In which Xiao gets the childhood he deserves. A Grandpa Zhongli and Xiao adventure.

Out of all the seasons, Xiao loves summer the best. Not only does he get to stay up an hour later than usual, he gets to do things he normally couldn’t the rest of the year. For example, during summer, Xiao gets to sleep in as late as 10 in morning. He can go to the beach and eat ice cream and build sandcastles without worrying about homework. He can watch TV and play outside for as long as he likes, as long as he gets inside the house by twilight. Most importantly, he gets to stay in Grandpa's house for a whole month.

Xiao's Grandpa is Zhongli. Zhongli is the Geo Archon. That means Xiao's Grandpa is the coolest, most awesome being to ever walk the planet. And Xiao gets to spend thirty (30) days with him. Just him and his Grandpa.

No one else in all of Liyue gets to experience that.

Xiao has spent a total of two days in his Grandpa’s house when he receives his first mission as a Guardian Yaksha.

The mission? Make a new friend. Location: The children’s park.

Xiao’s not gonna lie. He did not expect such a daunting task for his first ever mission. However, if there is one thing that Xiao has learned in his eight years of life, it’s that adepti assignments are to be accepted and seen to completion, whether they are given in Rex Lapis’ office or at the breakfast table over a plate of brown rice and grilled fish.

Which is how Xiao finds himself in the park two hours later, clutching his Grandpa’s slacks like his life depended on it.

Don’t misunderstand, though. Xiao is a brave boy. But sometimes, even brave boys get scared too. He’d much rather stay beside his Grandpa, where he can cling to his leg and be safe from the curious glances of the strange mortals in the sandbox.

“Don’t forget your weapon.”

Ah, yes, his weapon. Xiao wanted to bring one of his Grandpa’s many polearms, but Zhongli told him that the Primordial Jade Winged Spear is simply too long, too heavy, and too sharp for eight-year old boys to carry, even if they were adepti. So, he gave Xiao a jumbo bubble wand instead.

“Go on,” Zhongli tells him once Xiao finally let go of his leg. "Remember the plan."

Right, the plan. Xiao racks his brain for the battle strategy he made with Rex Lapis himself on their way here. Look for your target, wait for an opening, and when you’re ready, engage.

And so, Xiao does exactly that. Tightening his hold on the bubble wand, he takes a step forward and scans his surroundings. There, by the swings, stood two blonde kids around his age, blowing bubbles with their own soapy weapons. Target sighted.

Now for the rest of the plan.

Xiao turns to Zhongli. "Don't leave, okay?"

His Grandpa smiles and pats his head. "I'll be at the bench if you need me."

Xiao nods and walks ahead. Well, here goes nothing.

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Ninety minutes later, Xiao goes home with two brand new friends, a play date plan for next week, and a gold coin for a job well done on his first ever mission as one of Liyue's Guardian Yaksha.

As Geo Archon and oldest of The Seven, it is only expected that Xiao’s Grandpa would keep a lot of treasures in his house. And, well, Xiao’s not claiming to be a treasure expert, but you know what they say.

Where there’s treasure, there’s a guardian.

That’s where Azhdy comes in.

Of all the odd things in the Geo Archon’s house, the most peculiar one is Zhongli’s pet, Azhdaha.

Xiao is not sure exactly what kind of animal Azhdaha is. His Grandpa says Azhdy is a dragon, but he looks more like a dog to Xiao. Either way, Xiao thinks Azhdy is the coolest, most awesome pet ever. (Even if his name is a little hard to spell).

Some people think Azhdy is scary, but really, he’s just a clumsy creature who’s a little too spiky and excitable. It’s true! Azhdy has funny eyes that look in opposite directions. He can’t see very well, and that’s why he always bumps into walls or people. But that’s okay, because it doesn't matter where Xiao is in the house—when Xiao says, "Azhdy, come here", the sound of heavy paws on hardwood floor will reverberate in the whole house, becoming louder and louder the closer he gets.

The sight of Azhdy running towards him never fails to make Xiao smile. Which is why he doesn’t understand why most people look just about ready to call the Millelith whenever Azhdy pounces on his little body to give him wet dog kisses.

There are days that hold a special place in Xiao's heart. For him, that day is Thursday. It's not because of any particular event or tradition. No, it's because Thursdays mean one thing: spending the most time with his super-duper amazing Grandpa.

For some reason, Thursdays seem to be the day when Zhongli spends the most time at home, away from his duties as the Geo Archon. And for Xiao, that means having his Grandpa all to himself for the day.

As the evening draws near on Thursdays, Xiao eagerly awaits the highlight of his day: bedtime. Not because it means the end of the day, but because it's the time when Zhongli sits by his bedside, tucking him in with gentle hands, a warm smile, and a pat on the head. Sometimes, Azhdy joins them too.

In those quiet moments, the world outside fades away, and it's just Xiao and Zhongli, and sometimes, Azhdy. While Zhongli spins tales of dragons, warriors, and dumplings, Xiao finds out very quickly that the crinkling of old book pages and Zhongli’s smooth baritone are much more effective sleep aides than the bedtime story itself.

Xiao never knows when he dozes off, if his Grandpa ever finishes his story before he starts dreaming. But every time, he wakes up with Zhongli and Azhdaha gone, replaced by the comforting scent of tea and breakfast in the air. It feels like a warm embrace, like he's loved and safe with Zhongli and Azhdy nearby.

Those Thursday nights (and Friday mornings) are the best.

The big building on Wangshu Street, Xiao learns, is called Wangshu Inn. Inn spelled with two (2) Ns. It means hotel, Grandpa Zhongli tells him one day.

Sometimes, when Xiao has been exceptionally good and Grandpa Zhongli feels particularly nice, they go to Wangshu Inn for a bowl of almond tofu. Xiao loves almond tofu, especially the almond tofu from Wangshu Inn.

How Xiao came to like the sweet treat is actually a funny story.

When Xiao was five, he got lost. It was Lantern Rite and he and his Grandpa were out and about on one of their holiday afternoon walks. Captivated by the vibrant sights and sounds around him, Xiao had wandered off and couldn't find his way back to where his Grandpa was.

Of course, being an adeptus, Xiao hadn't been scared. (He was terrified.) Like a brave and dependable Guardian Yaksha, he took it upon himself to look for the correct way home. (Xiao wandered aimlessly, tears welling up in his eyes.) And just as the day began to turn into night, a calming presence had enveloped him. It was Zhongli, his Grandpa!

He had found him amidst the crowd.

Xiao remembers his Grandpa picking him up from under his arms and rubbing his back to soothe him. Then, he brought them both to Wangshu Inn where they shared a bowl of almond tofu.

"You're okay now," his Grandpa had said. Xiao doesn't remember being not okay, so his Grandpa must have been talking to himself. He must've been super scared when he turned and found Xiao missing! He guesses even cool, strong, Geo Archons like his Grandpa get scared too sometimes. (So, maybe it's okay to say that he felt a little bit scared too when he couldn't see Zhongli anymore back in the harbour.)

Xiao doesn’t remember much of that day, but he does feel a surge of warmth and comfort with every spoonful of the soft sweet treat.

In the neighborhood where his Grandpa lives, there's a girl named Hu Tao. She's a bundle of energy, always running around with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Hu Tao is Xiao's... not-friend friend, but whenever they meet, she's full of jokes and stories she's read from whatever book she was devouring that week.

She's smart, just like Grandpa Zhongli. She reads those big heavy books he sometimes sees his Grandpa read on quiet afternoons at the den. She says big, hard to say words, like quick sonic (quixotic) and disk consulate (disconsolate). Sometimes, she recites poems with rhymes and more words Xiao doesn't quite understand. It's okay, though, because when she does, she smiles, and when she smiles, Xiao smiles too.

Hu Tao has a pet bunny named Boo Tao. Boo Tao is a fluffy little creature, but too small to play with Azhdaha, so they settle for sitting together in the grass, sniffing flowers and watching the world go by.

Xiao thinks Hu Tao is pretty. He's not quite sure what "pretty" here means, but whenever she laughs, it feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds.

Sometimes, when the sky is gloomy, Grandpa Zhongli takes Xiao to the cemetery.

Xiao’s only seen pictures of Granny Guizhong but with all the stories that Grandpa has told Xiao about her, it’s as if he’s met her too.

He makes sure to water the Qinxin flowers Grandpa keeps on Granny's grave. He'll take care of the flowers so Granny does not get sad.

Next time, he'll add Glaze Lilies too.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Xiao's hand finds Zhongli's, his small fingers entwining with his grandpa's sturdy grip. His Grandpa smiles down at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Shall we see what the harbor has in store for us today, Xiao?"

Xiao nods. He'd be a dummy to say no to Rex Lapis. With a gentle lift, his Grandpa scoops Xiao up into his arms, granting him a bird's-eye view of the lively street below. From this vantage point, Xiao marvels at the vibrant tapestry unfolding before him—the dancers twirling in graceful arcs, the acrobats defying gravity with breathtaking stunts, and the musicians serenading passersby with their melodious tunes.

He thinks he can see Hu Tao and the twins there too.

As the end of summer draws near, the yard of Grandpa's house becomes a haven for crystalflies. Amidst the delicate dance of these enchanted creatures, Xiao clings tightly to Zhongli, his small form nestled in the safety of his Grandpa's embrace.

With each passing moment, the inevitability of parting weighs heavy on Xiao's heart. As his parents arrive to take him home, Xiao buries his face in the crook of Zhongli’s neck, unwilling to let go of the warmth and comfort he finds there. The air is filled with the soft whispers of crystalflies bidding farewell to the departing summer, echoing the bittersweet emotions swirling within Xiao's heart.

Summer has passed, and before Xiao knows it, it's summer again. Out of all the seasons, Xiao loves summer the best. Not only does he get to stay up an hour later than usual, he gets to do things he normally couldn’t the rest of the year. For example, during summer, Xiao can go out on walks with Azhdy while the citizens of Liyue look on with amazement at his very big, very cute pet. He can sit by the park and see if a girl with long pigtails and pretty eyes happens to pass by. Most importantly, he gets to stay in Grandpa's house for a whole month.

Xiao's Grandpa is Zhongli. Zhongli is the Geo Archon. And Xiao's most favorite thing in the whole entire world is him.

#Xiao smushing his face into Zhongli’s tummy #because his scent reminds him of playing hide and seek in the library #and quiet afternoons in Zhongli’s house. #xiao not knowing the word for 'acquaintance' #genshin imagines #genshin impact zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #zhongli headcanons #xiao headcanons #hu tao x reader #genshin impact hu tao

[creelteeth]

*thinks about reader accidentally walking in on perv!steve using a fleshlight and pretending its you(

SCREAMS i love this idea. gonna be roommate perv!steve for this one

c.w. 18+ content , gn reader , male masturbation/handjob

steve had your work schedule memorized. you worked nights usually, which wasn’t all too fun considering he worked days so you didn’t get to see each other often. he missed you more than he cared to admit.

though, your working nights also benefited him from time to time. on nights like tonight when he just couldn’t fucking stop thinking about you. couldn’t get rid of the ache between his legs, couldn’t get the image of your pretty lips and how they’d look wrapped around his cock out of his mind.

he had the apartment to himself, so he was gonna be able to take advantage of those thoughts.

he didn’t use the toy often— fishing the large plastic and silicon item out from the bottom of his dresser, he sat himself up on the couch. slipping one of the home movie tapes of the day the two of you went to the beach into the VCR, then sitting down.

steve had his jeans tugged down around his thighs, spitting in his palm to then rub the warm wetness around the swollen head of his cock. he coated every thick inch in saliva, eyes fixed on watching you run around on the tv.

“fuck.” he hissed, sliding the ruddy tip into the silicon reservoir.

he eased the toy down slowly at first, sinking his girthy pulsing cock into it trying his best to pretend it was you. though he knew you’d feel better. you’d be wetter, he wouldn’t have to spit at all. warmer. tighter. you’d moan back at him, that perfect hole of yours would squeeze his cock so much better than the toy would.

unbeknownst to steve, you’d managed to get off work early today. they’d overstaffed and you were dying to get home to steve so the two of you could hang out. you missed him just as much as he missed you. maybe more.

finally making your way inside, you were met with the sight of steve. the sticky squelch of his cock fucking up into the soft fleshy toy, his head fallen back against the couch, eyes clamped shut. he was too far gone to hear you come through the door. too wrapped up his thoughts about you, a mix of curses and your name falling from his mouth.

you stumbled a bit, dropping your keys by the front door. the clambering of the metal pulling steve from his stupor. his eyes flew open, the toy that was once on him landing on the couch beside him.

“shit, shit, shit—“ he gritted, trying to cover himself.

you couldn’t hide the giggle that came from watching him scramble around. also couldn’t deny the way you felt from seeing him like this— jerking off to , well , you.

“steve.” you breathed, eyes a little wide when walking over to the couch where he sat pillow covering his still hard cock.

“i-“ he stammered a bit, using his thigh to the tv remote in desperate attempt to pause the video. “not what you think, okay? listen- i can explain. i promise.”

you raised a hand up to silence him and his stuttering, taking a deeper look at the situation before you. you were on the screen, he was saying your name. he was getting off to the idea of you. his best friend. something about that made your thighs squeeze together. an ache forming in you that you didn’t expect.

“you were.. jacking off.. to me.” you spoke, stepping closer until you were in front of him.

steve didn’t know what to say, racking his brain for any possible way for this to make sense but there was nothing. swallowing thickly and awaiting your frustration, he stayed silent.

“what’s that?” you asked, nodding in the direction of the fleshlight poking out from under his thigh.

he didn’t speak, making an awkward laugh before shoving it further under him to get it out of your line of sight. when he did that you tutted, reaching down to grab the skinny end of it. he started to stand up to take it from you but remembered that he was still bare underneath the pillow in his lap. watching frozen in disbelief that you were there, examining the item that he was just pumping his cock into.

“hm. so this is what you use?” you hummed, turning it around to look into the slightly gaped open toy. it was still shiny and wet from the mix of spit and precum that coated him.

“what?” he choked, reaching up to take it from you but you swatted him away.

“you use this.. to get off. were you pretending it’s me?” you questioned, sliding a finger over the rim of the wet opening.

steve’s knee jerk reaction was to protest, bringing his hands up to wave no but he knew that lying wouldn’t get him anywhere better. eyes dropping to the ground he muttered a quiet “yeah.”

“show me.” you quipped, tossing it onto the pillow in his lap.

looking up at you dumbfounded, he watched as you took a seat next to him. all the hairs on his body standing up when he felt your body heat emanating onto him.

“what?” steve questioned, looking down at the toy then back to you.

“show me.” you repeated, raising your eyebrows to affirm what you were requesting.

he felt his cock twitch under the pillow. couldn’t quite understand why you were asking him to do that but, fuck , he’d been dying to get this close to you for god knows how long. following you request, he moved the pillow off to reveal just how hard he was. arousal pooled on his stomach where his heavy thick cock laid, wetness glimmering on the thick patch of hair.

he watched you hesitantly, waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you didn’t. you watched him closely, watched the way he grabbed at his cock. slowly smearing the wetness around before placing the spongey swollen tip at the opening of the toy.

the room was silent apart from his staggered breathing and the sticky sounds that came from him easing the toy down. you watched in awe of the way his cock slid inside it, every girthy inch disappearing into it. you hadn’t ever seen this much of him before. you knew he was big but, god he was huge. the toy was long, and you could tell the tip of his cock was prodding against the end of it with every slow thrust he made.

“don’t be shy now.” you taunted a bit, wanting him to get back into the pace he was doing when you walked in the door.

“w-why am i doing this?” steve shuddered, movements slowing a bit. he couldn’t help but feel like this was a test he was miserably failing.

when you noticed his strokes shortening, you placed a palm flat against the plastic end pushing it all the way down. he inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering feeling the gummy material swallow him down.

“what’s the big deal?” you asked him, grabbing the toy to draw it back up to then push down agains. “this is what you wanted right?”

“no—“ he groaned, hips involuntarily jutting upwards forcing his leaking cock deeper into it.

“no? then what did you want? ..did you wanna fuck me instead?” you pressed for more answers, dragging the toy up and down the pace rising quickly.

you could see him tense up when you asked. you knew the truth. had known for a while but it was fun to watch him in such a dilemma. no answer seemed like the right one so instead he just whined, his eyes squeezing shut. he was close before you walked in, getting him back to the edge was gonna be easy. embarrassingly so.

“jerking off here on our couch, s’like you wanted me catch you.” you leaned in, whispering the words against his neck.

“y-you, fuck, you’re early.” he rebutted, balls tightening feeling himself already creeping close to the edge.

“yeah.” you sighed, lips grazing over the prominent vein in his neck. “i wanted to spend time with you. missed you.”

maybe it was your admittance of missing him, or maybe it was the feeling of your mouth against him but he stiffened. hand coming up to grab at your wrist in desperate attempt to slow your movements down, wanting to savor this as much as he could— also just partly embarrassed about the idea of coming in front if you.

you swatted his hand away, picking back up the pace. mouth working sloppily against him planting soft wet kisses to his neck and jaw.

“please.” he whimpered, not really sure what he was asking for.

it was a wonder to see him like this. unraveling so easily, far more amusing than you’d ever fantasized about. you smiled at the increase in sounds. his breath staggering, balls tightening at the feeling of him about to spill over.

“c’mon, stevie..” you breathed, taking his earlobe between your teeth

he didn’t need anything else. moving quickly to pull your hand away, taking the toy off with it. hot sticky cum spurting out of him to then land all over his stomach snd thighs. steve’s body tensing up and trembling with each spurt.

“fuck— oh my god.” he exhaled, grabbing onto your thigh through the height of his orgasm.

you sat there silently for a minute, watching him intently. the pretty face he made, his lips parted into an o-shape, his stomach muscles twitching and tightening. the throbbing of his ruddy tip, shooting out load after load. it was quit the sight. there was an undeniable ache between your legs but you had no intention of bringing that up. he’d have to earn it.

steve cut his eyes over, feeling your hand place on top of the one that still held your legs. a moment of clarity hitting him when he saw how much of a mess had been made in his lap. he went to apologize again but stopped when he recognized the glossy eyed grin on your face. offering you a lazy smile in return, the silence lulled over the room.

“gonna let you get cleaned up.” you hummed, eyes flicking down to the mess over his stomach. tempted to help.

next time.

#casey writes #liberhoe #perv!steve #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

[fixfoxnox]

We’ve seen the 141 react to southern food but what about Roach and Jacksons reactions to british cuisine?

Gonna say a quick thank to the anons who have sent questions involving Jackson y'all know I love him and I love getting to include him

Also before we start I should just say that I'm an American, so my knowledge of British cuisine literally extends to what I've seen in tiktoks and tv. So my apologies if this is horribly stereotypical or wrong, but also I'm an American so it's kinda a national like expectation to make fun of the British, just know its all in good fun.

How Roach and Jackson React To British Cuisine

First of all, before they've even tried anything I know these two are making fun of British food just based on what they've heard.

Roach jokingly replies "fish n chips" in a terrible British accent any time Ghost asks what he wants to eat. Soap lowkey thinks its hilarious but tries to hide his laughter.

(He always fails and Ghost always gets mad at them)

Jackson sends random ass like wack foods he see's online to Price and Gaz like "was this something you ate as a kid?"

One day sends Gaz the recipe for like raisin meat salad or some shit and is like "reminds you of home huh"

So its obviously only a matter of time before Jackson and Roach are forced to actually try some British food by the British.

The first time that Gaz or Price or Ghost looks one of them in the eyes and says "thats it, I'm making you try a Chinese" I think they die a little inside.

Both of them sitting patiently at a table as the boys debate on what to make them. Ghost suggests beans and toast and I think both Roach and Jackson have a little southern heart attack when they're brought out beans on plain bread.

Roach literally can't eat it because of a texture thing with the soggy bread (me too babes) but Jackson tires to power through it

He tries it and Roach swears up and down that Jackson actually starts to cry but Gaz swears that they were tears of joy (they weren't)

They try some other things, and that goes a bit better, but overall Jackson and Roach generally aren't impressed by most of the foods.

Jackson asks at what point which seasonings they used on the food and when Gaz answers back "salt" he dies a little inside (the poor man is from Louisiana you know he's sobbing)

Eventually the British Boys are just like "okay well you know what, fuck them what could we give them to make them gag."

They try black pudding

Immediately disappointed when, upon hearing what it is, Roach and Jackson don't flip out and instead try it perfectly fine

"This isn't bad. Could be a good way to use more of the animals during hunting season"

"Wonder how hard it is to make"

At the end of things, Jackson and Roach decide that the best of the dishes was the full English breakfast and they invite the boys to make it for them again, though Jackson warns he'll be adding more than salt the next time they make it

Then, Jackson, ever the evil man, suggests that he should share some Cajun food with them next.

Roach, despite knowing it may kill them, doesn't say a word

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #call of duty #taskforce 141 #paul jackson cod

[callipraxia]

The Interview: A Running 'Live' Commentary

Well, you asked, kinda, @the-orion-scribe...

Disclaimer: One of my…things is that where there is a transcript, I'm gonna read the transcript first and then may or may not tackle the audio version later. As such, I'm inevitably going to get some of the subtler bits indicated by gesture and tone of voice wrong. I hope it won't be anything that significantly changes the meaning, but we shall see. I'm doing this live, (redact) it! And partially on my work breaks at that, so apologies if anything gets repetitive or disjointed as a result of different bits being read several hours apart. Full transcript is available here from, I believe, @fordtato, who seems like awesome cool folks.

That all said, let's begin.

[On the SAG-AFTRA strikes]

Alex's grandmother was an actress? Interesting. Also, generally approve of the sentiments stated there, very good, no actual notes.

[On the pilot and the 'Next On' reel]

When I was a much, much younger Callipraxia, I also had an interest in TV work - we had this class at my middle school call Careers, and we had to do a research project on, well, a career every year, and one year I did mine on being a soap opera writer (early nineties soap operas were my first literary influences, and I suspect it still shows). I therefore find this glimpse into the industry fascinating, even though I don't have much to say about it beyond giggling at the image of executives having such reptilian, limited-intelligence brains that they could be tricked into thinking something already exists and therefore just approving it so they don't have to think about why they're being asked to approve something that already exists because it would make their heads hurt.

"I was working...on a cartoon called 'Flapjack.'"

I'm 99% sure I've never seen a single frame of this show, but also 99% sure I've heard of it somehow. Not sure why. No idea what 'Fish Hooks' is, though.

"Then, when we did the Cipher Hunt, I was running out of rewards and treasures to give the audience because I'd already bled Gravity Falls dry of every drop of content that was inside it..."

See, this is what I find fascinating about Proper Creators, and this one in particular. Their creations can seem so much fuller to us than they do to them. This baffles me, because even when I don't do things on purpose, I generally do realize that I did them sometime, you know? (Edit: ha, Hirsch actually talks a bit about this at the end)

"I remember asking him, 'Hey, Mike, you read the bible, right? What do you think about this Jesús character? Do you think it's working? Do you think people will get it?'"

Even though I clearly read the words 'series bible' right above this, my first thought was that Alex was asking Mike if he'd read The Bible - y'know, the religious one. And I was so confused. And then I stopped being confused and I facepalmed in real life.

"Instead of embracing that this is part of lore that fans love...in his mind, he, as a serious videogame programmer, made a mistake, and is ashamed of the mistake, and doesn't want to acknowledge it, doesn't want to encourage other people to corrupt their own game, and so he said 'there's no such thing as MissingNo.'"

This is another "I just don't get Proper Creators" moment. I'd have embraced it so thoroughly I'd have written a sequel just about it and only revealed that it was actually serendipitous (not 'a mistake' - word choice, people!) years later!

Sometimes no answer is better than a boring answer.

This is why I love that thing Robert Jordan used to say - "read and find out!" and the fandom shortened it to "RAFO," and now that's a one-word response to questions you don't want to answer, at least if everyone in the room is familiar with The Wheel of Time books and fandom history...so many times I've wanted to just reply "RAFO!" in a review, but then realized the odds were excellent that the other person would have no clue what I was talking about.

"I know that we did cut like 12 pages from the journal, just due to length."

I've been told that I can make people feel cussed out without ever uttering a single swearword, when I'm annoyed enough with them. I would like to try to do that to whoever it was who decided on this length restriction. Give me lore! All the lore! More! More lore!

[On the walls of genre cards and character beat cards and how this led to rejected episode ideas]

I'm gonna try this writing method out, it sounds interesting. Thanks, Alex! And also thanks to everyone involved who's mentioned any of these rejected ideas over the years, as this allows us to play with them instead! (one day, y'all will know the tale of Wendy as a weather witch. I've got a whole arc planned for her with that one).

"When [Rob Renzetti] and I are together, we're very much like Grunkle Stan and Ford, and he is Ford and I am Stan."

I wish so much that someone had asked if there were ever any RL fistfights during the production of the book. It's barely even funny and would have wasted time, but I wish they had anyway.

"I still recall when Ford had a long beard and was a hippie."

...No.

"We were thinking it'd be kind of more like a zen kind of guy"

I mean, technically I suppose he still is. Apparently quite big on meditation back in the day, and the Journal strongly implies he's a firm believer in divination now. He could have been a sort of hippie lite, had he gone for drugs other than brain demons and/or Truck Stop Coffee I Initially Assumed Was A Euphemism For Significantly Stronger Stimulants.

"I remember talking about, maybe, J.K. Simmons and then thinking, 'Gosh, you know, he's got a very familiar voice, is he gonna feel too overexposed.'"

Ford was actually the first character I ever heard Simmons voice, because I have acquired what passes for my pop culture literacy mostly completely backward. My mother was watching reruns of whatever that cop drama he was on was (was it The Closer?) one day, though, and I did a double take at the TV because why is Ford here on one of Mama’s shows? Did he get arrested again or something? Why are they acting like he's one of the...ohhhh.

Which yes, means I found my way to Portal 2 via Gravity Falls instead of the other way around. That isn't so surprising, though, because video games are another of my...things. I absolutely love a lot of the stories and will happily read about them and watch cutscenes and video essays about them and player-keeps-quiet playthroughs all day, but I've never actually played video games because I have poor hand-eye coordination and rather low frustration tolerance when it comes to entertainment. The puzzles would drive me mad. I adore complex things, but I hate having to figure them out before I can move on with the story if I don't want to stop. Let me figure stuff out at my own pace, dangit -

Er, that got off-topic, sorry. The point was, I've watched a ton of clips of Portal 2 now, and it's kind of fascinating to me that it possibly wasn't a conscious influence, because Cave Johnson is...not really that dissimilar to a thing that Ford could have become, in a lot of ways. Or what he and/or Fiddleford might have actually become in the "Better World," for all we know. He's probably closer to what Fiddleford did become in canon, though, at least for a while/in my possibly somewhat weird interpretation of Fiddleford.

"So we're putting this character together, we're putting blocks together, we're moving blocks and putting them up, and it's only at the last second that a Ford is revealed that we're like 'I guess we did it?'"

This is how I construct plots basically, more than characters, but - oh, gosh, I wanna do a lore dump so bad but this isn't the time or place. Never mind, I'll ramble about character development another time.

Also, I am amused by the visual of, like, Stan or someone performing a dramatic flourish and being like "Behold: A Ford!"

"What to you comes across as 'oh, Rob understands Ford's ridiculous recklessness' to me comes across as 'Rob IS Ford and Ford does rationalize.' That's what he does. One of Ford's greatest powers is rationalizing. So you're seeing Rob as Ford rationalizing Ford's bad decisions. In that moment, I think what's being revealed is less Ford's recklessness, and more Ford's ability to justify anything."

Why not both? But yeah, fair, I've observed this about the character myself. He censors himself when he doubts. It's a defensive mechanism I think - it keeps him alive and functional to a degree, because, well...we've seen what happens when Ford admits he was wrong, twice. In the Journal, he nearly lost his mind, and in the finale, he basically went from thinking of himself as He Who Shall Save The World to He Who Is About To, However Reluctantly, Become Death, The Destroyer of Worlds in an alarmingly short period of time. Extreme black and white thinking with him a lot of the time. Not a psychologist, just a nerd, but the longer I think about the character, the more probable a personality disorder seems. Which is one reason I worry about him and Stan both after the series ends. They're both going to be confused as all get-out when it dawns on them that "...wait, we're not suddenly better after all? We're both still really, really screwed up?"

"When you do a clone story, the point of a clone story, in my mind, is a character seeing themselves in a different light, right?"

Depends on which side you're looking at it from, really ;)

"They're all wonderful, wonderful dumbasses, all of them."

Accurate.

"They know that I am a detail-oriented bastard."

...Less accurate, in a way. I've spun whole worlds out of details that the writers have admitted were unintentional or screwups, not to mention the later discourse on Alex as the "emotional" story one while Rob was the "make it a story" guy, or the specific detail that was actually under discussion here. As for that one....

"When you're editing, when you're writing, and then you reread your writing and you edit it, and then you reread your writing and you edit it, there's a very subconscious process of streamlining, literally making paragraphs look nice - it's entirely possible that me or Rob made that change out of one in a million changes specifically because we knew that psychologically Ford is not traveling this path alone, he's traveling it with his muse who he has a very complex and fucked-up relationship with, and even in Ford's private thoughts, he would not say 'I'm alone,' he would say, 'Oh, I have a very important relationship in my life with Bill, but I don't have a friend, that is a difference!'"

...except he canonically referred to Bill as his friend, too, so, uh...yeah, there's that.*

Interesting to hear someone else's perspective on rewriting and editing; I'm pretty sure that there's very little sub-conscious going on with me when I'm editing. If anything, I'm double and triple checking to excise anything that even hints of subconsciousness out of the manuscript, and I am very, very conscious of times when I go out of my way to make paragraphs physically neat and pretty, because I always feel really stupid about doing it. So I suppose I'm glad to hear other people do that, too.

I also found it interesting to see the description of the relationship with Bill as "very complex and fucked-up." Ford, at least, wrote and spoke as though he was under the impression that his relationship with Bill was very straightforward pre-betrayal, but here's the Guy, on the record saying it was in fact "very complex." This doesn't confirm that Ford was on some level aware of this, but it does make me feel more confident about my theory that Ford invited Fiddleford up not so much because he really needed the technical expertise as because his subconscious was throwing up enough red flags to cover every square inch of land in the U.S.S.R. and he just couldn't admit it to himself consciously because admitting that he is not in control of a situation tends to render him non-functional.

*Full disclosure since nobody's read this far anyway, but hi if you have, have a full disclosure: I would not say I ship it, because in context - Fiddleford married, Ford on the brink of sanity, Ford as Fiddleford's employer, Fiddleford mind-wiping both himself and Ford behind Ford's back after a certain point, and that's all before we consider that on occasion, it's entirely possible Fiddleford was interacting with someone who mostly looked like Ford but, uh, wasn't - it would be incredibly dark and messed up and suitable for nothing but a full-blown adult psychological horror story, but I do consider "Ford was in love with Fiddleford, regardless of whether it was reciprocated or not" as a perfectly valid reading of the Journal. I also consider it perfectly valid to read it as Ford just being prone to really intense attachments, regardless of what kind they are - he either adores you or he hates you, whether you're his brother, his muse, his friend, his romantic or sexual interest, or what-have-you, which is kind of what I was saying earlier about the potential for personality disorders there. Ford writes in a style more like he's from the mid-nineteenth century than from the mid-twentieth, or at least like he's trying to imitate that style, so that could make things sound gay that aren't gay, but by the same token, much of Ford's rhetorical style seems to exist to allow him to not-quite-lie to himself while using his superpower of Justify Anything, so ultimately that means nothing, too. I went through the Journal line by line once and determined that you could make roughly equally strong cases for Ford being some form of straight, some form of gay, some form of bi, and some form of ace, and that it also wouldn't be unreasonable to come away with the view that he's not into humans so much but might very well be into one or more types of alien. I don't know and so will potentially read any variant of these things, as long as it's a decent story.

"You know the thing about working with a big company, it's like working with a friend who swaps their head with a different head every couple of years."

Huh, Alex has met Olm, has he?

[Hana] "By the way, I know there's a lot of fake blood on this page, that's for one of my YouTube videos, ignore that."

Why is this the moment I laughed out loud?

"That's the trouble of a puzzle box, is it's like, there's two flavors of it, there's a question with a satisfying answer, and then there's a question that is sort of an open-ended invitation to a kind of, uh, you know, group improvisational session. We've created a prompt for fans to 'yes and' their own story out of it, and the sense that there might be something in there creates a sense of excitement along with it."

Pretty sure this is sums up my general thoughts on the Interview/is the part of it I regard as Important so far. Also, I wish I could write something like that. If I leave a loose end hanging, it's very blatantly a loose end. I can improvise a 10,000-word essay about Ford's anger issues on the fly, doing that out of someone else's work is incredibly easy and natural for me, but I can't do the same in my own work. It's a frustrating thing.

"The Mystery Shack is a bucket full of misshapen, lost, odd oddities, and these character are a bucket of full of misshapen lost odd oddities, and like the idea of them all having a place where they fit in, and - and loving each other as a family, was very important to me."

...Ok, this is another Important bit, but for completely different reasons. Basically sums up why I'm here, really.

"That means that Dipper and Mabel's parents may have had children at a concerningly young age, and is this show's intent to say that it's okay for those relationships to exist?"

Here's a thing that I think is just...me not quite getting how a lot of people work, I guess? To me, there's a world of difference between "that could be what happened" and "and that means I approve of it." The Pineses are a really screwed up family. They should have called that pawn shop Dysfunction Junction, that’s how messed up they are. Apparently it was Filbrick who knocked someone up at a drive-in movie once (one of my 4.5 Shermies is actually a much older half-brother who only gets to know Stan at all after they meet at Filbrick's funeral, though I never decided if his mom was the shotgun wedding or if that was with Caryn. Either way, though, he was vaguely aware that "yeah, Dad and his second wife had those twins" but he'd had very limited contact with them and bought that he'd mixed up which one was supposed to be weird and have six fingers without too much trouble), and Mabel's level of proto-sexual aggressiveness is...occasionally disconcerting, to me at least. One or more generations of teenage parenthood seems perfectly in character for them to me, without it meaning anyone approves or disapproves of that. It's fairly realistic, however depressing, that a much younger son in a family as dysfunctional as theirs might well have started acting out, resulting in Indiscretions - my second fic was based on the premise that the "you gotta raise a kid, your life falls apart..." was Stan talking about Shermie's lot in life rather than his own, as I hadn't yet heard the remark about it being a Filbrick quote (the whole events of that story were constructed with the idea of keeping Stan's line about how he lied to everyone, including "my family" and "your parents", literally true, so every event was created to explain how Stan got away with it for a little longer without anyone noticing, basically). Mabel also seems impractical enough, even post-character development, to get waaaaaay too into a high school relationship with unfortunate results. That's not approval of such relationships, that's just...reality? Goodness, people don't think I morally approve of everything (or even very much at all) in my stories, do they? That's an unsettling thought.

"I think we say 'damn.' I think we say 'hell' maybe, um, yeah."

Ford specifically says "I'll be damned" in the Journal (though, in context, it seems less like swearing than like he possibly means it some form of literally; there's several hints in the Journal that suggest Ford believes in...Something, though he's almost certainly not a member of any organized religion and almost definitely not a member of any organized religion we'd recognize). Stan, for his part, says "hell" in "Lost Legends," referring to a part of the carnival that he thinks would be a good hiding place.

Since Disney allowed people to refer to going to literal, capital-H Hell in at least two properties long preceding Gravity Falls, though (specifically, David Xanatos infamously says "pay a man enough and he'll walk barefoot into Hell" in the pilot of the animated show Gargoyles, and Claude Frollo sings a whole song where he repeatedly yells the words "Hell" and "Hellfire" without a care in the world in The Hunchback of Notre Dame), I am still more shocked that they let Ford say the word "suicide" on the show proper, on Disney channel. And...okay, Frollo is significantly less child-friendly than Bill, even given the torture scene. Frollo does things that are just as violent as that scene, plus Frollo is quite blatantly driven by a perverse sexual obsession with a woman, so that he attempts to coerce her into sex with everything but the word 'sex' on screen before setting her on fire. There's distinctly perverse undertones in Bill's every interaction with Ford in the Weirdmageddon Trilogy, but Bill's been an energy being without physical form since before the birth of the Milky Way, which takes the edge off...a bit, anyway. Bill in the Journal flings down and dances upon the line between "this is a metaphor" and "...okay, so, the way this is being written about is so on the nose that I'm not sure this counts as a metaphor for any practical purposes anymore," but Bill having "extract information" as a motive in the most blatantly unsettling scenes of the show proper means he's still less overt about it on screen than Frollo.

...What was I talking about, again? Oh, right. Disney Channel: A lot less squeaky-clean in general than it wants you to think, Parents! They've been letting animated people say "Hell" occasionally since I was four!

"We talked about 'is there a way for this government agent who knows about Trembley to be connected to the government agents who picked up this disturbance?' We weren't really able to find a way to make them connect in a satisfying way, so, I wish we had done more with it."

Welp, there's another one for the "Projects to Eventually Do" List. Y'know, I'd never even thought of associating Powers and Co with the guy in "National Treasure"? It's one of those episodes I kinda mostly forget about tbh, the S1 filler episodes - I remember facts from it because they're useful when constructing my "Nathaniel Northwest was a warlock who made deals with Bill and here's how that could play out" theories, but I never think about the plot. Kind of like how I forget that Dipper's infatuation with Wendy is why the Paper Twins exist, even though they're now major characters in a lot of what I've written and are even bigger players in the vast majority of what I plan to write in future....I can tell you way, way too much about "Double Dipper," but I'm always slightly surprised that "oh, the Wendy obsession is why all this other stuff even happened!"

[On a very long section of text about McGucket and the memory gun]

OMG OMG OMG I WAS RIGHT! I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE ALCOHOLISM METAPHOR, IT'S CANON, I FEEL SO SMART RIGHT NOW, WHEEE!

Ahem...sorry about that. Got a bit carried away there. So, Alex also compared McGucket's relationship with the memory gun to alcoholism. And to taking anxiety pills, but...well, there is a reason you don't mix those, I suppose. I want to dig into this so much more, and I'm probably gonna end up printing this section and tacking it to the wall next to my writing table, but right now I have gotta do my mother's taxes, she refused to admit they hadn't been done yet until a few hours ago, arrgh, I don't have time - yeah, that bit's probably gonna get its own analysis post eventually.

"It's like he has to always have a mission in front of him, because if he doesn't have a mission in front of him, he's thinking 'how have I treated the people in my life?'"

Hey, I think I said that...like...three times in this insanely long post, and I know I've said it before. My character interpretations are being validated. It makes me faintly grumpy that I'm as pleased by this as I am. I have a...complicated relationship with validation, let's leave it at that.

"The same way you know a black hole is there by the light warped around it, it's like, you know the damage someone's family has done to them by all of their weird tics and behaviors. So who is the character who would result in Stan being this hurt and needy and mad and also longing?"

I'd argue that it was the whole family dynamic, really - Stan clearly had a ton of daddy issues on the boil even before he got disowned, and while Caryn seems to have been more openly affectionate toward him, I can't imagine it did his psychology any good to grow up with a mother he calls a "pathological liar" without missing a beat. There'd always be that uncertainty (much like there later is with Stan himself) about what was real and what was a lie, what was a performance, because Caryn, like Stan, was an entertainer - it's the thing they were good at. Meanwhile, Filbrick is a fifties and sixties father of the most rigid sort, someone who is clearly uncomfortable expressing any positive emotion of any kind, or really anything except anger. He's either indifferent or he's shouting, and he apparently calls his sons by the same name to the point that they can say "he means you" when he's bellowing for "Stan Pines," because Stan's unimportance in life has been so thoroughly underlined for him by his parents, long before Ford personally was in any position to inflict much childhood trauma, that he struggles to have any form of identity separate from "Ford's twin" by a very young age, and never really grows past this until maybe the final moments of the show - I really wish we'd had a moment of Stan claiming his own name properly, but at least it made the news. Until that point, he'd literally failed at everything he ever did as Stanley, as himself, because he had no direction without Ford - even the Mystery Shack, as built around his specific talents as it is, was created because the mission in front of him had Ford as a focus point. That's a crucial thing, too, about his bond with Dipper and Mabel, and Soos, and even kinda Wendy - he's built a life for himself outside of just being Ford's brother. It's implied none of them even knew he was a twin, that the Other had ever existed. He still defines himself in relation to other people to a large extent, but that's still less restrictive than defining himself (and being defined by others) solely in terms of one other person. Fairer to Ford, too. But I digress.

"And it's like 'oh! I think he's also aloof and distant from himself.' I think he is, uh, deeply, deeply hiding from his real feelings about things, because at some point early on, he decided that he could run from hurt by achievement and by creation, and has dug that hole so deep that he has no relationships."

Accurate, at least at times.

"The shows I was watching growing up were, like, Doug and Rugrats, and there were no holy wars about whether Chucky Finster, uh, should be interpreted this way or that way. We had no idea the world that was coming into consciousness as we were making this thing."

I found this kinda interesting, because I remember those shows, too - but by the time I was old enough to be aware of very much, Harry Potter and Buffy the Vampire Slayer had already created the core of modern fandom culture as we know it, so I at the same time have the concepts of "there is no Rugrats fandom" and "that did not make fandom a surprise to me, because it was falling into place right about the point where my memory starts/I became dimly aware of the world outside of [Microscopically small town I'm from]." I don't know if this is something where he maybe remembers early childhood more than I do, since I have very, very few distinct memories from before I was 10-11 - a few, but they're like isolated snapshots with limited context, except what I know happened because people have told me it happened. I know Hirsch is older than me, but also not *that* much older than me, so I wonder if it's down to those few years (like he said about how gay marriage had just been legalized as the show was wrapping, and it's disconcerting now to think how different so many things were back then) or if it's a difference in personalities or what.

Well! That was more enjoyable than I expected! Thanks for prodding me to finally read this thing, @the-orion-scribe. It's eaten much of my day and seems set to eat a fair bit of it tomorrow, too, since I had to cut myself short at a couple of interesting points, but it was fun.

#gravity falls #gravity falls characters #gravity falls fandom #commentary #my commentary

[peachy-deaths]

Hey can I request a soft yandre elvis Presley pls

Were Elvis is like a big fan of her when he was not famous yet he always listen to her songs or something,

And when he became a celebrity thier manager decided to have a colab in singing together and Elvis who spoil her with gifts and flowers.....

everything about you- soft yandere Austin!Elvis

{@venus-haze already got me obsessed with the thought of fanboy Elvis through her stories radio gaga and all shook up so this was very fun to write lol disclaimer(s): this one is very tame and the yandere stuff is honestly just weird fan stuff but just in case beware of typical behaviors that come with yandere content, and hinted age gap on the reader's side of thing}

it was slightly embarrassing, the amount their face appeared in his room, it was like a teenage girl’s room with various posters and albums of all from the same artist. he couldn’t help it, no matter how many records he had of theirs or how many times he got teased for it, he just couldn’t get enough of their music or see their movies too many times, they were just so talented and seemed so genuine in all their interviews. 

so when the coronel called saying he had an opportunity for more publicity and money via doing a duet with ‘some other singer big with younger folks’ and the name (y/n) (l/n) spilled through the phone he nearly passed out, believing he was in another dream and would be woken up any moment.

but here he stood inside the entrance of a recording studio, his idol somewhere in the same building, just hiding behind one of the many doors “hello there!” a man in his upper 30s rounded the corner at the end of the hall, his dress shoes squeaking against the freshly waxed wooden floor “I’m (y/n)’s manager, the names James Edward brown but y’all can just call me Jamie” he gave them a smile, giving each man a firm handshake before turning towards the coronel “you must be the man I talked to on the phone? it’s a pleasure to meet you- well both of you, uh let’s go talk business, ah?” he was jittery, words blurring together as he began to lead them down the hall, nearly skipping with how many jumps were in his steps.

“oh! Mr. Presley, (y/n) is just right upstairs, you just take that elevator up to floor one and go into the first door on the left” he briefly stopped to point and gesture out directions before continuing to move down the hall, coronal doing his best to keep up with him leaving Elvis by himself.

his nerves started to get to him as he waited for the elevator to stop, reality set in, yet it was all still like a dream as he exited the metal box. opening the door the manager had told him to go into, the bundle of nerves only grew as he walked down a small hall and into a room that was decorated with various records and awards but what really caught his attention was the figure that was laid belly down on the floor, arm fishing around underneath the small couch that was pushed against the right wall.

 “damnit!” the voice he had only heard over tv and movie screens swear out, making his stomach jump as he played with his grip on the bouquet he bought for them- was bringing flowers too much? what if they thought he was weird? “oh! hey! sorry about that” he was brought back from his self-doubtful thoughts by the voice, blue eyes moving off the blue and orange flowers and on the figure that was now standing “I dropped my thumb pick and it bounced underneath there.. I think it’s gone forever haha” they dusted themself off, moving over to stand in front of him. 

he was nearly hyperventilating, it was surreal seeing them not only in person but just a few feet in front of him. cameras didn’t do them any sort of justice, he always thought they were good looking but no, they were drop-dead gorgeous “it’s alright, don’t worry about it sweetheart” it came out before he even fully realized what they said, like something possessed him and was making him reply, not that he’d complain since he felt as though he was gonna throw up if he opened his mouth again “oh! these are for ya” he held out the flowers.

“gettin called sweetheart and given gifts? I didn’t know any better I’d think you were taking me out for dinner Mr. presley” he panicked for a moment, believing that his doubts were right and it was too much but when they took the gifts with a big grin plastered across their face his worries melted “I’m (y/n) by the way, i know you know that already but it’s weird not to introduce myself. gotta say I really like your music! you’re really talented, I bought your records back when you were on with sun records” they set the gifts down onto the small desk in the corner and walked over to a bookshelf full of records, scanning through them before pulling one out and showing it to Elvis, who was once again on the verge of hyperventilating.

they knew his music, they’d heard and bought his record before he was famous. if this was a dream, it’d be the cruelest thing the universe has ever done to him “i- I can sign it for ya, if ya want of course” their face lit up, quickly moving over to a jar of pins on their desk “would you? I love it when musicians I meet sign my records, I hate asking though because some of them get..frustrated when I ask since they get asked to sign stuff all the time” “I really don’t mind signin stuff, I couldn’t do what I do without my fans..but I really don’t mind signing it for you, I'm actually a pretty big fan of yours” he confessed while taking the record and marker from them, scribing down words and his name before handing them back to (y/n).

“too my biggest fan, from your biggest fan Elvis Presley” the smile that grew on (y/n)’s face could’ve made anyone melt, the joy on their face being contagious and making Elvis smile too “well thank you Mr. Presley” “you can call me Elvis..Mr. Presley makes me feel old” he let out a chuckle as (y/n) nodded “of course! if you old, that’d make me like prehistoric and I am not ready to have magazines wonder how I look so young for being ancient!” they joked moving to put the record somewhere to dry without smearing the marker.

“you got anything you want me to sign, Elvis?” the shiver of hearing (y/n) say his name was quickly overtaken by disappointment “ah no, I didn’t wanna make ya feel uncomfortable” “oh that’s too bad, next time we met then?” next time this wasn’t just a one-time thing, they’d met again “alrighty!! everything seems ready and worked out, y’all ready to make some music!” Jamie and the colonel entered the room, Jamie's loud and energetic voice quickly filling the room “ready as I’ll ever be! come on Elvis, let’s make history!” 

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#i might honestly make a part 2 to this #i love fanboy elvis so much lmao #yandere!elvis x reader #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #yandere elvis

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The Librarian - Jake Kiszka | Chapter 10

a/n: it’s finally here!! the last chapter of this series 🥰 thank you to everyone who interacted and showed interest and love from the beginning. i absolutely loved writing this, and i plan on continuing writing for the universe! i am open to ideas/requests for standalone fics for this universe now :)

and a final thank you to @maud-gone and @streamingcolors-gvf for always listening to me fish and talk about this series, and even help me plan some things out. i couldn’t have done this without them 💕

warnings: allusions to sex, a couple steamy scenes (no smut), bad writing (?)

word count: ~ 4.4k

“Okay, we have the pizza, soda, chips and dip, and O Brother, Where Art Thou up and ready to play, is that everything?” Jake asks as you two plop down on the couch together.

“I think so. God, this pizza looks so good.”

Jake’s entire family was out of the house for the weekend, so he took this time to invite you over for a date night, and to sleep over with him. His parents went out of town on a little trip to another state, Sam was hanging out with Danny, as they were going camping starting Monday, and Josh was traveling around Michigan with some of his film friends working on a new project.

As Christmas was slowly approaching, the Kiszka’s had a Christmas tree up in the corner of the room, the tiny bulbs illuminating everything, along with the TV, and a single table lamp remained on, just so you weren’t in total darkness.

As you two dig into the pizza, you quietly chat about things in the movie, stating facts that you know from research or a memory when you first watched it. About halfway through, two pieces of pizza remained, and you were stuffed.

Jake pauses the movie to put the salsa and queso in the fridge, also sealing the bag of chips with a twist tie while you put the pizza in a ziplock bag and throw the box outside in the garbage, much to Jake’s dismay; he hated you going out in the cold, but you didn’t give him a chance to take over.

Once back inside, you cuddle up next to Jake, slightly shivering due to the chilly, winter weather settling in Frankenmuth. His arm falls around your body, running up and down your back.

“I know a way I can warm you up,” he cheekily whispers into your hair. Giggling, you raise your head to look at him and narrow your eyes in curiosity.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Jake tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and leans in closer, kissing you softly to begin with. However, when your hand tugs at his neck to press him harder to you, he takes the hint and deepens the kiss.

His hands land on your waist, lowering you to lay back on the couch. His lips work against yours, a small rut of his hips knocking into yours, eliciting a whimper from you, something you weren’t expecting. He smirks and licks into your mouth, releasing a soft moan as well.

Nothing has gone this far between the two of you before, but you weren’t entirely against it, especially since no one was in the house. Jake senses this as your legs circle his waist, his hard-on already beginning to nudge at your inner thigh, but unfortunately the sound of the door opening rips you two apart.

Jake flies to the other side of the couch, his face red and his breathing heavy, sweat collecting along his hairline. His eyes fall on the door and that’s when he sees Josh, kicking his shoes off and muttering something. You awkwardly fix your pullover as Josh finally sees you two and falls into the single armchair.

“Fucking plans fell through,” he grumbles, picking at a loose string in the armrest. “Planned on going to Detroit first but Mark said he didn’t make any reservations for any hotels we were planning on staying at. So I drove home because I wasn’t gonna deal with that shit, or stay in some dinky ass motel that’s extremely sketchy.”

“I’m sorry,” Jake mutters, brushing his hair out of his face. You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips, seeing him so worked up and flushed, along with being nervous and shy, like his usual self. His glasses were slightly fogged up due to the little encounter, and you found it a bit endearing.

He gulps, glancing over at you, not really knowing how to help his brother. He was still very much embarrassed about the fact that Josh walked in when he was planning on undressing you. Just as Jake is about to open his mouth to say something, Josh sighs heavily.

“Anyways, I’m sorry for interrupting your date, if you plan on fucking please keep it down, or tell me so that I don’t accidentally walk down here,” he says, grimacing at the thought alone. You feel your face heat up with embarrassment, just like Jake’s, as Josh disappears upstairs with his things.

“Um, is it okay if he joins us? I mean, I hate that his weekend was ruined, and uh…he’s my brother and everything,” Jake asks you.

“Yeah. But actually, is it okay if I go? I want him to know that I want him here too.”

“Okay,” he smiles, moving closer to kiss your cheek. Standing, you adjust your clothes a little better and head upstairs to Josh’s room.

With a soft kock, he opens the door seconds later, a small grin taking its place on his lips.

“Hi, um, you’re more than welcome to join us for the movie,” you tell him. “We’re halfway through, but we can restart it, or even watch a new one.”

“I’ll be alright, thank you, though. I don’t want to intrude on your date night.” He walks back into his room, leaving you standing in the doorway. Sighing softly, you step further into the room, taking notice of how different it is from Jake’s.

It was just as neat, with the exception of film equipment here and there, a couple piles of clothes, and the posters on his walls were more film related than just random. It smelled of cologne, a little less stronger than Jake’s, but it still smelled nice. His comforter, however, was strewn all over the place, and was plain red, compared to Jake’s navy blue that was very relaxing.

“I’m just gonna come out and say this, but can we work things through, Josh? Because I really do miss your company and your friendship, getting to talk about films nonstop and projects that we want to complete. I hate that you don’t like me because I chose your brother, but I want us to be friends, not just for the sake of Jake, but for us as well.”

Josh stops in his tracks, dropping the shirt he was holding onto his bed, preparing to change into it. He walks back over to you, keeping a reasonable distance.

“I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I could never bring myself to hate you. In fact I really like you, but I know it’s just something that I have to get over. I need time and it’ll be okay in the end. I know you’re happy with Jake, and that’s all I want. But I can’t pretend that it doesn’t pain me.” Every word is like a pin in your heart.

You felt so bad for Josh. You could tell this wasn’t something he was used to, usually getting his way with the girls he likes, and you can’t imagine losing someone you really like to a sibling, let alone a twin.

“Okay,” you whisper, not really knowing what else to say. He opens his arms to pull you in for a hug, and you happily oblige.

“I’m not upset with you, bug, I promise.” The little pet name sends a pang to your heart. “But I need some time to realize that you didn’t choose me.”

“I understand,” you somehow speak out, choking back a sob. With that, you walk out of his room, not looking back at him.

You had no idea why this hurt you so bad. But deep down, it hurt because you just wanted a friend, and Josh couldn’t see you as that right now. As you are heading for the stairs, Jake meets you, and you end up running into his body.

“Hey, what was taking so long?” You gaze into his beautiful brown eyes behind the thin frame of his glasses, and suddenly, everything feels okay.

His stare eases you a bit, but you still feel some sense of guilt and heartbreak. You crash into his chest, hugging him tightly to you.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he coos, realizing that you weren’t really okay anymore. “Why don’t we head back downstairs okay?”

So, you follow him, keeping his hand in yours for some ounce of comfort. Taking a seat on the couch, you curl back up into his arms, thankfully no tears making their way down your face just yet.

“Does he not want to join?” Jake finally asks. You shake your head against his shoulder, and finally sit up.

“No. I also…asked him if we could possibly go back to the way things were before…all of this, and he told me he needs time to get over me, so we can’t really be friends until he’s okay with the fact that I’m with you and not him.

“Fucking prick,” Jake grumbles under his breath.

“I just want a good friendship with him, not only because he’s your brother, but because I really enjoyed being friends before everything happened. I loved sitting and talking about film or watching movies together, and we haven’t had that for a while, and I miss it so much.”

“He’ll come around, I know he will,” Jake reassures you. “He’s just not used to getting his way, so he’s pouting.”

“Jacob,” you lightly scold him, making him chuckle.

“Everything will be okay, I promise, darling. And I’ll be here with you through everything.”

“Thank you, Jakey.”

“Anything for my love. So, do you wanna keep watching the movie?” He knew that continuing your actions from before Josh walked in was not an answer; he didn’t want to pressure you into that now when he saw how upset you were.

“No, not really. Can you just hold me?”

“Of course, love.”

You two situate yourselves on the couch in a more comfortable position, laying on the sectional so that you could easily cuddle up to him. He throws the blanket over your bodies and holds you close to him, his hand trailing up and down your back underneath your pullover to help ease your anxiety.

–

After spending the weekend with Jake, he was back to work for the week, having taken Sunday off to spend with you. So today, you were hanging out by yourself in your house, catching up on some chores around your room, cleaning things up while listening to a new vinyl you recently bought.

A new favorite date of yours and Jake’s was to go to record stores in cities closeby, mainly Detroit, and pick out a new record to listen to every couple weeks. This time, he recommended you get Sigh No More by Mumford and Sons, so that’s what you were listening to today.

In the middle of your break, laying on your bed, someone knocks on your closed door. No one else but your older sister is home, so you knew it was her.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask, inviting her in. She takes a seat on your bed and you follow suit, grabbing the shark plushie that Jake got you at the aquarium. She notices this right away and smiles.

“How are things with Jake? Has he asked you to be his girlfriend yet or what?” Heat rises to your cheeks as you soon realize that you hadn’t really updated anyone on anything, aside from Jake’s entire family.

“Actually, I asked him,” you admit. “We went on a walk in the park to look at the Christmas lights and it just happened.”

“Really? That’s so sweet. So what’s he really like?” She gushes, scooting closer to you like it’s some secret. Chuckling, you twiddle your fingers nervously, feeling awkward over the fact that you are so smitten with Jake, and especially showing that side of you to your sister.

“He’s wonderful. I mean even since knowing him, he’s opened up a lot, and he’s…he’s just so sweet. He makes sure that I’m comfortable while over at his house, making sure that whatever they eat for dinner, it’s something that I like or am okay with, texting me all the time just to say hi, and sometimes just helping me through the day by being beside me. His presence is so calming and grounding, and I’ve really fallen for him.”

“Do you love him?” The question sends you into a panic. You haven’t really put much thought into that, but you did feel strongly for him. Was that love? Or was it still the honeymoon phase of the relationship.

“I don’t know,” you whisper after a little bit. “Maybe.”

–

It was now a week before Christmas, and the Kiszka and Wagner families gathered up at the ice rink for their annual ice skating night out. And of course, Jake invited you, with the approval of everyone else, though they were all excited for you to join.

“Jake, I don’t know much about ice skating,” you admit to him after you are handed your skates from the woman behind the skate rental counter.

“Don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand to help you. I’m not gonna let you fall,” he replies, kissing your temple. Of course, with the rink being outside, you were bundled up with multiple layers to battle the cold, including a beanie, but Jake’s kisses still manage to make you feel warm inside.

Not to mention how cute he looked, with his beanie pulled over his ears and most of his forehead, paired so adorably with the thicker frames of another pair of glasses. Though the light snow that was falling had made their home on his lenses, and you wanted nothing more than to clean them off for him.

“If I fall, it’s on you,” you playfully point a gloved finger at. He laughs and grabs it to pull you into his body. You collide with his chest, your own laughter ringing out in the air.

After the two of you have your skates on and everything, Jake helps you over to the ice, stepping onto it with ease as he’s done this for years. Both of his hands grab onto yours, helping you onto the ice with him.

Finding your balance, you kick off and start to move, still clinging to Jake for safety.

“There you go!” He cheers. “Think you can let go of my hand?”

“I think so,” you murmur, concentrating on your movements. Starting with one hand, then the other, you are able to skate on your own with no help, steadying yourself each time you feel yourself about to fall. You are able to make it one full lap around with Jake just being there in case you need help, and as soon as you come back to where you entered, he wraps his arms around you.

“You’re a natural!” He shouts, pumping one fist in the air and aughing loudly. You reach up and kiss him sweetly, not caring about PDA in this moment. Just then, Danny skates over to the two of you.

“Are you two finally together?!” He asks, throwing his arm around your shoulder, his hand able to reach Jake’s own shoulder.

“Yeah,” you admit with a wide smile. Both sets of parents join you three, Dan and Lori cooing at the news they just learned with their son.

“About damn time, honestly,” Ronnie jokes. Josh, still not having spoken much to you, decides to join in on the teasing.

“And she was the one to ask him,” he says, “couldn’t find the balls to ask her.”

Jake shoves Josh, a bit more than a playful one, causing Josh to lose his balance and fall to the ground. He takes Jake’s ankle with him, and Danny pulls you away so that you don’t fall with them.

“Boys! You are twenty-one years old! Quit acting like children!” Karen scolds with a scoff and an eye roll. The twins stand back up, splitting apart. Josh skates away and Jake returns to your side, where he finds you trying to stifle a giggle. He pushes his glasses up, having slipped just a little from the fall.

“What’s so funny, huh?” He pinches your side a little, resulting in a squeal to escape from your lips.

“Nothing, nothing. Just…my boyfriend getting yelled at by his mother for fighting with his twin,” you joke.

“Fuck off,” he giggles, taking your hand again. He pulls you away from the group to get some time alone with you, skating around aimlessly.

It’s a peaceful scene, not many people are here tonight, so it’s rather quiet. There was Christmas music playing, setting the mood perfectly. You could hear Jake humming along to some songs quietly, especially the Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin songs, and it made your heart swoon.

“Can I be cheesy for a moment?” He questions, still skating around. Glancing over at him, you nod, and notice how his nose was already starting to turn red from not having anything cover it from the winter wind. “I’m really glad that I met you.”

“I’m glad that I met you too,” you grin, coming to a stop in a nearly secluded section of the rink.

“I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and it’s all because of you. You have really improved my life, and I can’t thank you enough. You mean so much to me, honey.”

“Jakey, you mean everything to me. I never had such a caring and loving boyfriend, I feel so lucky that you’re mine.” He smiles and leans in to kiss you, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek. Warmth covers your face, both from his breath and his gloved hand, and you wanted to stay here forever, wrapped in his arms, protected from the chilly air, no care in the world other than him.

“Gross!!” Sam yells as he skates past the two of you. Jake breaks from the kiss to look up at his younger brother, giving you a quick peck once more before darting away to chase Sam. You can’t help but giggle at how much he loves his brothers.

“Boys will be boys, right?” Karen comments, skating up next to you.

“Have they done this every year? Just constantly chase each other and shove each other down?”

“Sweetheart, that was my life twenty-four-seven with the three of them. Shoving, hitting, arguing, all of it,” she laughs. A chuckle escapes your lips too, your eyes finding your boyfriend being tugged to the ground by Sam, Danny attempting to help his best friend up.

“You know,” she continues on, “I haven’t seen Jake like this in years. He’s more open and out of his shell.”

“He is?”

“Oh yeah. He’s always been the shy and reserved person, much different than Josh. But that made him Jake. And ever since he was a teenager, he struggled with dating. Not so much finding friends, he had a few and he really didn’t care all that much, but Josh always got the girls. So it’s rather nice to see him with someone that cares a lot about him and likes him for him.”

“I really do…I really do care for him. And I think-I think I love him,” your voice tapers off to a whisper, but she hears you due to how close you are standing. A fond smile spreads across her face and she pulls you into a hug.

“I’m so beyond thankful that you came into his life at the right time,” she says, a hint of sadness in her voice, but appreciation for you more evident.

“I don’t know where I would be if I hadn’t met him that day at the library. He’s changed me for the better, and I see that I’ve changed him as well.”

“For the better,” she clarifies with a wink. You grin and look down at your skates, kicking at the ice with the tip of your blade. Jake returns, skating fast over to you but slowing himself down as he arrives at where you and his mother are standing. She gives you one final smile before she skates away.

Jake raises his eyebrows in question, but you just shake your head, silently telling him everything is okay. Stepping closer to him, you pucker your lips, asking for a kiss, which he excitedly gives you.

“You’re still spending the night with me, right?” He confirms.

“Uh huh.”

“Good, because I’m gonna need your body heat to warm up. I’m fucking freezing.” Giggling, you caress his pink cheeks to try and attempt to help him warm up a bit right now. But he just stares down at you in awe, a twinkle in his eye, everything around him disappearing, the only thing that matters to him right now is you and your touch.

Everyone skates together for about half an hour or so before a few of you decide that it was time to leave, the cold becoming too much. As soon as you and Jake arrive home before everyone else, having driven separately, you two get dressed down and ready for bed, your clothes in a pile next to his bed to be taken home tomorrow morning.

Jake sits in his bed, leaning up against the headboard, reading a book while you stand in front of the mirror on his closet, brushing through your hair and putting some moisturizer on your face. However, Jake isn’t really reading that much; he’s focused on you, watching you do a simple, mundane task, yet he felt so strongly and deeply for you.

He sets his book down on his bedside table and takes a deep breath.

“My skin feels so much better now,” you moan, rubbing in the last bit of moisturizer on your chin. “I hate cold weather, it fucks with me so bad and-”

“I love you,” Jake blurts out. You freeze and turn to him, seeing that he’s sitting forward a bit more, fidgeting with his hands, but staring straight at you.

“What?” You breathe out. Immediately, Jake regrets saying it, his heart clenching in his chest, but there’s no going back now.

“I love you. I know we haven’t been dating that long, but the feelings I have for you, they’re much deeper than just liking you. Ever since we met, I have fallen so hard for you, and I can confidently say that I have fallen in love with you.”

Seconds after the last word leaves his mouth, you pounce on him, crashing your lips into his, your hands falling to his neck to steady yourself. He’s shocked by your reaction, but he welcomes it by placing his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly.

“I love you too,” you breathe against his lips, breaking the kiss for a moment. “I have for a little while now. I had no idea why I felt so much for you until my sister asked me if I love you. And deep down, I realized I do.”

“Oh thank god,” he chuckles nervously, a deep blush covering his cheeks. “I was about to be so embarrassed and scared if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I do, though. You’re an easy person to fall in love with. Anyone who hasn’t is a fool.”

“Those people don’t matter anymore because I have you.” His voice is soft and adoring, something you’ve heard plenty of times, but it’s now much different in this sense. “And I want nothing more because you’re my everything, darling.”

“Fuck, I love you so much, Jakey,” you repeat for a second time, a laugh eliciting from his throat. You kiss him deeply again, and he moves you off his lap and onto your back, crawling on top of you, just like a couple weeks ago, right before you were interrupted by Josh.

Your hands trail up Jake’s back before going back down, sneaking your hands beneath his sweats, feeling his bare ass under your fingertips. He groans as you grasp his cheeks, but he soon breaks the kiss.

“Mhm, I don’t-” he pauses to collect his thoughts and calm his breathing. “I-I want to do that, j-just not tonight,” he stutters out, his nerves returning immediately. A gasp escapes you and you remove your hands right away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. Believe me, if the circumstances were right, we’d be…you know, right now. But I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Jakey,” you reassure him, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his heated cheek. “We don’t have to rush that, okay? I’m sorry.” He nods understandingly and falls beside you, pulling you into his arms.

Like your usual routine, you take his glasses off his face and place them on his book, keeping the bedside light on for now.

“I’m nervous for that,” Jake whispers after a few seconds. He had resorted to messing with your fingers, something he does to calm his nerves. “I want to, don’t get me wrong. But I can’t tonight.”

“Like I said, you don’t have to explain yourself. I wasn’t expecting anything, if we’re being honest. I just wanted to feel your ass.” This makes him giggle and it breaks the slightly awkward tension.

He kisses your forehead and brings you closer to him, breathing in your familiar scent.

“I mean, I don’t put it against you. I do have quite the ass.” You laugh loudly and he joins you moments later, a wide smile on his face, one that makes his cheeks hurt, but it’s a good feeling.

“But seriously. I want you to be comfortable, and I’d never put that on you,” you let him know. He nods and strokes your hair with his hand. Leaning forward, you press a small kiss to the tip of his nose before curling back into his chest.

“I’ll be ready soon. I wanna show my love to you in any way I can. And I want to make love to you, trust me.”

“Jake,” you whisper, closing your eyes. His face comes close to yours, his hot breath fanning across your face.

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the bareens of Quitratue.”

—

final a/n: the poem is not mine:

“Love Sonnet XI” by Pablo Neruda

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How you get the girl - Kate Bishop

Warnings: Taylor swift references my beloved, fluff, language, my unedited writing.

AN: Second Kate Bishop Fanfic. This is just a short drabble, but hey I followed through and wrote another. Look at me go!

You hadn't heard from Kate in a few days. You weren't worried, sometimes she would go away to an archery comp without telling you, or head off on one of her many adventures with Clint. Your friend did what she wanted, when she wanted, and that never bothered you, but you hadn't expected her to show up at your door when she did.

The day started as any should. Sun high in the sky, morning noise waking you from a somewhat restless slumber. As anyone would, you made your way from your room slow as a turtle, not wanting to face the day. Mornings were not your thing.

You went to work, a simple job at the ice-cream parlour in the centre of town, a place that wasn't getting much business due to the cold of the season. You did your job well, selling ice-creams to the few daring kids that wanted a cold treat on a cold day. You smiled at the parents as they frowned, handing their money over as the children ordered a thousand toppings one after the other. Your shift would creep by, slow but certain and before long you were heading to lunch, alone in a coffee shop, but content.

Kate usually sat across from you during your lunch break, telling you overexaggerated stories, some true and some false. Her smile from ear to ear would spark the fuse of your own joy, and even on your darkest days, you would be grinning along with her. She wasn't here to sit with you this time, but you thought of where she would be, what she would be doing, and how big her smile would be at this particular hour.

By the end of the day there was no face time from your beloved friend, and though you sat and waited you soon became bored, entrusting yourself to hear the call if it came. You weren't worried but you thought perhaps Kate might have an interesting story or two to fill you in on. Your dinner was bland but the show you watched that night was full of the brightest flavours, a plot that delighted you. It made you think of your own life, how you had to do crazy things to live it to its best. That was when the knock came.

You barely heard the sound over the pouring of the rain, it's loud and persistent drumming making it hard to hear anything other than your TV, which held subtitles despite being on full volume. You opened the door a crack to take a peek at your late night visitor, and no sooner did you see Kate Bishop, drenched from the rain. She was standing on your doorstep the most determined of looks on her face as water fell onto her skin and seeped into her clothes. She sent you a smile and a small wave

"Hi".

Instead of responding you pulled the door open ushering her inside. She hesitated before stepping over the threshold into your place.

"Are you insane Kate? You're gonna catch yourself a cold!" You found yourself gripping onto her sleeve, your grasp wringing water from the fabric.

"I don't think so, was never that good at fishing" Kate smiled, though the determined look she held before was gone, replaced with tense shoulders and nervous eyes. She was staring at you, a thousand words unsaid and it made your heart flip in your chest. "Kate" You paused, cautious of the situation despite the smile that she held. "Are you okay?".

Kate nodded, struggling to hold her smile against her obvious nerves. "It's been a long few days". She looked like a ghost shaking from the rain, but Kate's voice was strong nonetheless. "I've been to afraid to tell you what I want".

You didn't understand it. Maybe she'd hit her head too hard whilst on a mission, or perhaps was shot by an arrow at practice. "And what is it you want?".

There was a pause, like that of quiet after a storm. You wanted to know what Kate was thinking, the story behind her eyes intriguing you with each silent second. You watched as she took a deep breath, eyes locked on yours.

"I want you".

Her words came as a shock to your system, and you couldn't help but to frown at her, frozen by the statement as you spoke. "I'm right here Kate".

The girl across from you shook her head, and as she took a step forward, you found yourself questioning a thousand things. Every little detail of your life over the time you'd known Kate flashed though your mind and you found yourself pondering a question you thought about all too often when you were with her; do you look okay? Before you could fix yourself up however, Kate was speaking again, sentence after sentence with no room for questions like yours.

"I want to be more than just your friend, I want to kiss you and wake up next to you. I want you for worse and for better, I just want you, more than anything". Kate's voice shook through her words, and she ran a hand through her hair, causing droplets of water from the rain to fall to the carpet. "And I'm so mad at myself for not saying it sooner but all I can think about are those couples with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and I want that to be us" It was here that Kate paused, as if comprehending the words that had just left her lips. "Do you want that too or am I crazy?".

The question hung in the air, dangling between the two of you like a piece of string in the wind, and as it floated there, you let yourself smile. "You're not crazy in the slightest Kate Bishop".

As Kate began to grin back at you, a long relieved sigh leaving her lips as she did so, you leant forward, kissing her on the cheek. It was short and sweet, but as you stepped back Kate pulled you close, bringing you back for another, though this time your lips met hers. You found yourself smiling all through the kiss, making the experience quite messy but memorable nonetheless. As you pulled away Kate brought out her phone with a smile. "There's someone I have to call".

It was quite disappointing at first but as the number was dialled and Kate put the phone on speaker, you began to smile once more.

"Hey Clint" Kate spoke, smile showing clearly in her voice as well as on her face. "I got the girl".

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AN: This was corny but Taylor Swift thank you for blessing us with 'How you get the girl'. An amazing song if I do say so myself. I can't wait for Taylor's version.

MARVEL TAGLIST: @mellowladyangel @5kyyy @avyannadawn @multiyfandomgirl40

GENERAL TAGLIST: @sunny-reys @candywh0r3

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[my-precious-treasure]

Water Boi

Genshin Masterlist | Snezhnaya Masterlist

In which Childe is lowkey a simp. Implied Fem!reader, I don’t think it’s explicitly stated. TW: Swearing

You stand in front of the mansion as music drifts into your ears. Nervously, you glance at your friend and grip your bag harder.

“This is his house?! Is it really ok to-“

“Of course! I was invited and I’m allowed a plus one. That’s you!” She grins at you grabbing your free hand. “We’re going to be seniors and you haven’t come to a single one of his parties. Actually, you haven’t gone to any parties since we entered uni. Now that I’ve finally convinced you to come, I’m not letting you escape.”

“I’m not sure I wanna do this anymore.” You attempt to back away suddenly intimidated by the sheer size of the request you’ve fulfilled. “I knew he was rich, but this is too much! Think of all the people that are going to be here! I’m not popular like you. Lumine, please.”

“Oh, no you don’t!” With a burst of strength you didn’t think your friend had, she pulls you through the door. “You damn well better believe I’m not letting you get away this time! You’re going to party and drink and have fun!”

Lumine drags you through the house, clearly having been here more than a few times, and closer to the thumping bass. With every step you hear more and more of the music and slowly, you begin to make out the chatter of dozens of people before stumbling into the kitchen.

Groups of people crowd the room in various states of dress and a number of bottles and cans litter the counter along with cups. You nearly trip over the doorway as you’re led out into the backyard. Lumine stops for a moment on the back patio and scans the open area, never letting go of your hand.

You take this moment to observe the area. The outdoor kitchen is nearly as impressive as the indoor one and the yard is enormous, filled with even more people than inside. You can only assume they’re all students who were either invited or snuck in. You doubt anybody actually kept track of that sort of thing, though.

You spot a large stone fire pit on one side of the yard and as your eyes finally land on the pool, also filled with bodies, you gawk. You’ve only ever seen pools like this one on those reality TV shows. It’s massive, split into multiple sections. Man-made waterfalls and rock formations give it a more natural look. On either side are what appear to be hot tubs and holy shit, is that a slide?

You barely even register that you’re being pulled once again until you bump into Lumine as she stops. She drops her bag on one of the open seats and turns to look at you, laughing at your awestruck face. “He lives here?! This-“ You gesture aggressively at everything “This isn’t even a house anymore, it’s a fucking resort!” She laughs even harder and a few curious eavesdroppers join her.

“Relax! It’s literally just a house. Now close your mouth, you look like a dying fish.”

“Bitch! If I so much as breathe on something wrong here I’m gonna wind up in even more debt!”

“Oh, shut it and strip already. Your suit is cute as fuck.” She opts to ignore you and you reluctantly drop your own bag on the adjacent seat. Carefully tugging off your top and bottoms, you set them aside as well.

“What the- Is that Professor Zhongli?” You glance in the direction she’s staring and your eyes go wide. “Holy shit, it is. HEY PROFESSOR!”

You gasp as he looks over at Lumine. “NO! Stop, stop it! Put your hand down before he. . .oh no. He’s coming over, why would you do that?!”

“He’s young, hot, and smart. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because he’s our professor!”

“Lumine, Y/N, it’s good to see you both. Did you just arrive?” You awkwardly attempt to hide your figure from him in embarrassment, and glance at Lumine. She only grins at you, clearly choosing to leave you hanging and forcing you to speak to him instead.

“Haha. . .yeah. Why are you here, Professor?”

“Please, just call me Zhongli outside of the classroom.” You nod. “I’m actually here because Childe is a good friend of mine, one of my GA’s, actually.”

“He is? I had no idea. I uh, don’t talk to him much. . .obviously.”

“I take it Lumine coerced you into coming?”

“Yessir, I did! She works too much and doesn’t play enough.” They chuckle at that.

“I’m honestly not surprised. Y/N is very studious.” You blush at his words and glance down.

“Oh yeah, Zhongli! Where is Childe? I haven’t seen him yet.”

“I’m right here!” A voice from behind you causes you to jump and whirl around. You make eye contact with the host of the party, Childe. You aren’t sure if anyone actually knows his real name, everyone just calls him ‘Childe.’ But damn does he look good. His tall figure looms over you and you can’t help but drag your eyes up his exposed skin. His toned muscles flex as he shifts. Realizing you’re staring, you snap your eyes to his face and take a step back. Mischief glints in his ocean eyes.

“Relax, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to?” You choke on air as your little group laughs at your reaction.

“Anyway, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N. Lumine won’t shut up about you and even Zhongli mentions you sometimes. You might be his favorite student this year.”

You snort at his words, “He just likes me cuz I don’t ogle at him every lecture.” You glance at Lumine. 

“Even if that is true, the fact remains that you’re def at the top of his list. By the way, you look great. That swimsuit seriously suits you.” He winks at you. During your small interaction, you fail to notice Lumine and Zhongli slipping away, leaving you and Childe alone together.

“Oh. . .I um. . .thank you,” You’rr caught off guard by his comment, “Y-your. . .uh. . . swim trunks are very nice, too.” He blinks for a moment before laughing loudly.

“Come on, we should get you a drink.” He leads you back into the kitchen as he continues to greet people, doing his best not to get dragged into too many conversations.

“You’re very popular. I mean, I know this is your party and house – which is very beautiful, by the way – but to actually see you interact with everyone. . .” You trail off unsure of what to say, “I suppose I’m a little envious.” He eyes you carefully as the two of you step into the kitchen together. You note it’s cleared out a bit as more people have moved into the yard and pool.

“It’s not all it’s chalked up to be, ya know? Gotta keep up appearances and all. Actually, I wish I wasn’t popular at all.”

“But you know so many people and have all these connections. I literally only interact with like, five people; you’re number six.”

“Maybe that’s true, but how many of these people do you think would help me if I needed it?”

“I-I don’t know. . .” You admit this quietly as you serve yourself a drink, so you don’t have to look Childe in the eyes.

“If I had to guess, at most, three.” You stare at him wide eyed. Three?

“Out of the hundreds here, there are three people I know I could count on when things get rough – Zhongli, Lumine, and Aether.”

“I see. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-“

“I’m hoping to make it four.”

“Four?” He nods at you.

“I uh. . .I know this is going to sound a little. . .odd,” you can see his cheeks flush pink as he awkwardly scratches his neck, “But I want you to be someone I can trust.

“It’s just, Lumine talks so highly about you as a friend; Aether too, although I know you aren’t as close with him and Zhongli really enjoys having you in class. And when I see them interacting with you, they just look so happy. I guess I sort of just fell for that?”

For a moment your brain stops working. Did you hear him right? 

“I’m sorry. What?”

“I-I like you. I know I don’t even know you, but I want to. I want to get to know you and have you as a friend. If that leads to something more, that’d be amazing, but even if it doesn’t, I’d be content just as your friend.” He’s obviously flustered as his eyes glance everywhere but you. 

You're quiet as you watch him, seeing just how much he wants this. When his eyes finally land on you again, you get lost in the blue for a moment, lost in his ocean eyes.

“You know what? I think I’d like to get to know you, too.”

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe #genshin childe #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #implied female reader #fluff

[drades-lair]

A Merry Strazmas

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Straz

Striker made it no secret he hated Envy, sure the beaches were amazing with sun, surf, sand, but the rest of the ring was a dreary, humid, mess that was often plagued by rain. Sighing heavily the imp trudged to the motel room he was sharing with Chaz who’d unfortunately lost his crappy bar back job because he refused to be a sex doll for several of the customers. Pushing the door open Striker dropped his duffle on the floor then closed the door behind himself only to be caught completely off guard upon turning around. Sitting on the small round table was a tiny, ratty tree with a single string of fairy lights on it that surprisingly lit up decently in the dingy motel room and Chaz was beaming as he held his hands out towards the small tree.

“Uh…what’s this fish cake?” Striker inquired, arching a brow in confused curiosity.

“It’s a Hellmas tree,” Chaz happily stated, tail thumping against the ground.

“I can see that, why though?” Striker asked.

“Well…it’s my first Hellmas with someone so I thought…” Chaz trailed off suddenly turning awkward, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ya want ta celebrate Hellmas,” Striker stated in surprise.  

“Nothing big, just maybe…some dinner with the little tree,” Chaz awkwardly explained clearly becoming embarrassed as he refused to make eye contact with Striker.  

“Look fish cakes, I’ve got no problem with it I just haven’t celebrated since I was young,” Striker clarified to ease some of Chaz’s obvious anxiety.

“That’s okay! We have the tree, and we’ll just get some special dinner tomorrow,” Chaz suggested, smile returning to his face.  

“Alright, I’m gonna take a shower,” Striker chuckled heading for the bathroom while Chaz went back to fussing over the tiny tree.

Hellmas day went by with out too much activity, Striker wanted to rest after his long job however once evening came the duo splurged on Chinese food for dinner then sat watching crappy Hellmas movies on TV. Halfway through one of the movies Striker leaned over the side of the bed to rifle around in his duffle before handing a small plain white box to Chaz who perked up immediately in curious confusion as he accepted it.

“You, you got me a gift?” Chaz questioned.

“Yeah, figured why not,” Striker answered with a casual shrug only to furrow his brow in confusion as Chaz’s eyes teared up.

“Uh…thanks…” Chaz trailed off, staring down at the box in his hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Striker asked in alarm suddenly sitting upright.

“Sorry, nothing…it’s just…I’ve never gotten a gift before,” Chaz retorted, rubbing his eyes with his forearm.

“Ya never gotten a Hellmus gift?” Striker retorted, in a bid for clarification as he furrowed his brow in concern.

“I’ve never gotten a gift in general…” Chaz trailed off with a sniffle, running a hand over the box in his lap.

“Never?” Striker asked, a little taken aback by the confession.

“Yeah…I didn’t have anyone who really cared about me enough to get me one and I wasn’t with Moxxie long enough for that to become a thing,” Chaz explained briefly.

“I…don’t know what ta say…” Striker admitted in a low sympathetic tone after all even he’d received gifts from his father when he was young.  

“It’s fine…I just…really appreciate this,” Chaz gave a wary smile as a couple tears rolled down his face.

“Well, whatchya waitin’ for? Open it,” Striker insisted giving the shark a warm smile, gesturing to the gift in Chaz’s lap.  

Chaz chuckled slightly then nodded in confirmation as he opened the box revealing a leather bikers’ jacket inside. Chaz gaped for a few moments at the garment before gingerly pulling it out to get a better look, it was plain black leather however it was great quality. After ogling his new jacket for a few minutes Chaz reached down beside the bed on his side and handed a box to Striker in turn.

“Huh? What’s this?” Striker wondered accepting the box from Chaz with a confused expression.

“I got you a little something too,” Chaz revealed.

“Seriously? Thanks fish cakes,” Striker smiled once the initial surprise wore off.

Striker opened the box with wide eyes as a pair of gorgeous hand-crafted black leather cowboy boots were revealed. Looking from Chaz to the boots then back Striker was in disbelief at the amazing gift he’d just received, pulling out one of the boots to look it over.

“I hope you like them,” Chaz admitted.

“Like ‘em, I love ‘em! Thanks Chaz,” Striker assured the shark who beamed as his tail wagged.

“I’m glad, I really like my gift too,” Chaz retorted.

“I hope it fits, now…come here,” Striker stated placing his boots to the side as he gently grabbed Chaz by the chin to pull him into a kiss. Chaz couldn’t have hoped for a better first Hellmas.   

#HelluvaBoss #HelluvaBoss Fanfiction #HelluvaBoss Striker #HelluvaBoss Chaz #HelluvaBoss Straz #Straz #Fanfiction #Humor #Fluff #Domestic fluff #Christmas 2023

[ardent-fox]

✨️ Interview Tag Game ✨️

Got tagged by the wonderful @creepkinginc and @look-i-love-u to do this interview game, thank you, my darlings! 🥰

What are some movie/tv quotes that you quote often?

"It's all happening!" Almost Famous

"Behind the rabbit?" Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Every iconic line from RuPaul's Drag Race

What is your favorite flower?

Tulips 🌷

If you were in Avatar the Last Airbender what element would you want to bend? Earth, fire, water or air?

I'm not really familiar with it, but I'm going to say water.

What was your first job?

Selling tickets for kids to ride these stuffed animals at the mall (they hop on the saddle and then the springs inside the legs make them go forward).

What is your favorite breakfast?

I rarely eat breakfast, but when I do it's usually chocolate granola with blueberries/bananas and almond milk. Or toast topped with whatever since I'm basically addicted to it, otherwise it's usually just lots of green tea 🍵

What's a meal from childhood that you love?

When I was little, my dad and grandpa would go fishing and bring back various itty bitty ones that my mom and grandma would fry up. They would be crunchy and salty and my mom would put pieces on the softest bread and interchange feeding my brother and I, those were the days.

What's your favorite joke to tell?

I love telling long, elaborate, filthy af jokes in my native language, most of them supplied to me by my dad, but I don't think they'd translate well to English.

What's your favorite animal to see at the zoo?

Otters 🦦💙 They're my favorite animal, I could watch them play for hours.

What's your go to quick meal to cook/make at home?

Fry up some eggs and add whatever I have around, I love breakfast food.

What's your go to meal to cook someone to impress them?

I'm not much of a cook and prefer to bake, so... some yummy chocolate chip muffins?

What's something you want to do better?

Manage my time.

If you're working do you like your job?

I am currently unemployed, hoping my next job will bring me my first truly affirmative answer to this question.

Do you collect anything? What?

Stationery and books. Also gonna say teapots, since I have six already 🫖

If you were trapped in a kids tv show, what show would you be okay with being trapped in?

I can't remember a single kids tv show I've ever been interested in? Except The Tribe, but my parents would be dead then, so I don't think that's a good choice.

An adults tv show?

I was just telling my husband how much I love the bar and the community in Smiley today, so I'm going to go with that one.

What kind of job did you want as a child?

Teacher, singer/songwriter or writer. Got to do the first one for a while and I've kept the others as hobbies, so not bad.

Do you follow any sports? What team do you root for?

I used to follow my local basketball team cause it's the biggest sport in my city, now I transform into a soccer fan every four years for FIFA (mostly for the social aspect of tipsy game-watching and celebrating) and then go back to being clueless about everything.

If you could be any animal what would you be and why?

My bunny. Eating and sleeping all day while others pet me and tell me how cute I am? Sign me up 🐇

If you could be any mythological creature what would you be and why?

A fairy/pixie. I'd love to be able to fly and explore every nook if I'm tiny, the aesthetic is an added bonus.

What's the most obscure thing you've had to google for a fanfic you were writing/reading?

Scaffolding and all its formations when I wrote about Mickey holding onto an overhead beam while he and Ian fucked in public 😅

What Milkovich do you identify with most?

Sandy. I feel like we have a similar energy.

Which one are you actually like the most?

I'd honestly say her again, don't think I'm like Mickey or Mandy that much and don't know the rest of them well enough to have an opinion.

What Gallagher do you identify with most?

Ian, through and through.

Which one are you actually like the most?

I'd say I'm a combo of Ian and Lip, since I experienced his pressure to go to college and I also have a tendency to be stubborn/self-destructive at times 🙃

Tagging @shinygalaxyperson, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @vintagelacerosette, @metalheadmickey, @whatwouldmickeydo, @lalazeewrites, @shameless-notashamed, @heymrspatel, @gallawitchxx, @crossmydna, @lizelandre and anyone who sees this and would like to play! 💙✨️

#tag game #interview tag game #fandom friends #about me

[goatsandgangsters]

*chanting* DAR-KO-LAI! DAR-KO-LAI!

When I started shipping them: It really only took a couple months in the fandom tbh. but I also kinda realized it by accident. Anytime I tried to write them in the same fic with 0 shippy intentions, it would take an EXCEPTIONALLY flirty turn. I remember sitting here writing a fic for a different ship and being like “NIKOLAI WHY ARE YOU JOKING ABOUT MARRIAGE, THAT IS NOT THE DIRECTION I INTENDED FOR THIS SCENE??” It would legit just go there naturally without me ever intending for it. but also it COMPLETELY tracks with my usual Ship Dynamic so nobody should really be surprised 

My thoughts: NARRATIVE FOILS!!!!! honestly this is THE ship for sexy people who love the grishaverse sociopolitics. Darkolai is a philosophical debate personified. I just love how they’re THE two characters who are most cognizant of Ravka politically and who are the most invested in their country As A Philosophical Concept. 

I also love the well-matchedness of them. Their conversations must be the most intricate dance, such a natural back-and-forth. They throw each other off, in a way they’d both find refreshing. They’ve really found an equal in each other. (I’m going to plagiarize myself because I phrased it before:) Aleksander can’t outsmart Nikolai the way he does everyone else. Nikolai can’t dazzle Aleksander with charm the way he does everyone else. So they have to face each other as themselves, as equals.

What makes me happy about them: There’s SO much you can sink your teeth into with them! Literally endless, boundless potential. I don’t think you could ever run out of angles. There’s the politics, their shared history, the way Aleksander frankly understands Nikolai’s family better than he does, the sense of history that Aleksander brings with him (of Ravka, of the Lantsov regime). You spend hours and hours writing the two of them volleying back and forth on any given topic without either of them running out of things to say

What makes me sad about them: how hard canon works to keep them from ever having a Significant Conversation with each other, which I’m convinced is because she doesn’t want to reckon with the reality of how much Nikolai understands him. like, Rule of Wolves is a very long and often meandering book, Nikolai has the Darkling’s power literally living inside of him, they PSYCHICALLY CONNECT ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS, not to mention their lives pre-canon were very intertwined given their respective positions which should allow for reflecting on that shared history ….. and yet there’s somehow NO room for them to have any kind of meaningful exchange with one another?? Talk about untapped potential.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: that there’s not very many fics

Things I look for in fanfic: in this fandom particularly, because canon offers me so little of it, I really just love nuance. I like a little friction, a little tension. A little duality. Some kind of counterpoint between characters. I like fic that explores something, whether that’s an aspect of the character or an aspect of the world or a broader theme

My wishlist: Ben Barnes sneering “sobachka” on my TV screen. and at least One Scene together like those very Electrically Tense couple ones he had with Archie that came off WAY less hetero than they probably intended

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I have dual citizenship with Darklina (tho this man is capital T Tragic Figure, he’s not ending up with anyone in actuality). For Nikolai—ahahahaha—uhhhhh. Well. I’m very Salty about his character arc getting gutted like a fish and thrown out the window in Rule of Wolves so thaaaat influences some of my ship opinions. sooo I’m gonna endgame him with The Goddamn Ravkan Throne and getting a character arc :))

My happily ever after for them: Just run the country, JUST RUN THE COUNTRY!!! They’d be so good at it. And like, symbolically, the healing of the country as metaphor for the healing of the self. The way it brings Nikolai’s desire to reconcile with Ravka’s past failures full circle, because Aleksander IS the embodiment of the harm Ravka has inflicted on its people for centuries. (I don’t like “and then they were happy and there were no problems ever again” endings because that’s boring, but I like quietly hopeful/healing/peaceful endings—and I think they have the potential for that, symbolically. At least for a few decades before we veer back into tragedy-land, but can it truly be a tragedy when so much has changed, when it was so worth it?)

Can you imagine that sense of awe at Nikolai as king? Because Nikolai is good, Nikolai cares, Nikolai doesn’t goddamn sleep because he’s so dedicated to his country. Sometimes Aleksander tells him that he’s young still, he’s naive, but Aleksander is as much an idealist at heart. And when a bitter, jaded, wounded, burnt idealist meets Nikolai’s still-fresh idealism, how much is that hope re-awakened? How much does it re-kindle that pure, genuine belief that drove Aleksander too? After centuries fighting an uphill battle, Sisyphus shoving that boulder alone, how good does it feel that this fuuuucking family finally managed to produce someone who cares? Someone who is GOOD for Ravka? Someone who’s actually worthy to sit on the throne? What a miracle Nikolai must seem. What a long-awaited, improbable miracle. 

And in return, how loved would Nikolai be for his entire life? He can’t grasp at the scope of it. I’ll live another 60 years, Saints willing—if of course you don’t leave me when I start losing my marvelous hair, and that sounds like plenty to him. But that’s not enough for Aleksander, how could it ever be enough, that’s nothing. Not even a century! He’s an intense person at the best of times, but the clock is ticking and he is not going to waste a second. The sand is already slipping between his fingers and he will hold Nikolai tight because he knows it. Nikolai knows too, but he can’t really understand. but he knows he is loved. he is loved fiercely, every day of his entire life, by someone who’s counting the seconds. 

Nikolai says nothing, but he will pay him back in kind by one day leaving Aleksander with a Ravka that can finally love him in return. 

#darkolai #aleksander morozova #nikolai lantsov #the darkling #grishaverse #the grisha trilogy #shadow and bone #king of scars #rule of wolves #(in case anyone has the duology blacklisted for spoiler purposes) #ullizaveta #sorry this is belated but top surgery distracted me in the meantime! #I will not be suffering fools about this fyi #be an adult and block me if you’re that pressed about a rarepair #I mean you’ll miss out on my excellent gifsets of nikolai in s2 but that’s your loss

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

Some of my favorite comments I've gotten on Ao3

"Oh great Abby, possessor of The Braincell.I am in love with your fic, that is with" The Abigail Agreste AU

"Oh things are getting more emotionalEvery chapter you write outdoes your last. I can't tell you how excited I get when I get a notification that you posted" The Abigail Agreste AU

"BYE MIDDLE SCHOOL ME WOULD BE SO HAPPY TO KNOW THIS EXISTS" One Year Later

"anyway— this is so???? good???? like sjdjsjdj this almost made me cry???? the angst was *chef’s kiss* and legit what I imagine Eli to feel like after the factAND TULIP STOP <3<3<3 PLS I’M IN LOVE" One Year Later

"OMYGOODGODS ITS UP- amazing, fantastic, wonderful, show stopping, breathe taking, never the same- ALSO, I'm very happy my ideas helped so much to build this story :,) I'd love to help more (lemme go see how on earth to turn on co-creation) (EDIT: OKEY I AM NOW CO-CREATEABLE) ANYWAYS SO AMAZINGLY FANTASTIC THAT IT HAS BEEN POSTED DJLHBFVDBVJ" The Arrangement (from @whatsitzface)

"Im begging please release a full story this was my dream!!! You read my mind. I never read a fic this perfect!" The Future, Not a Wish

"Tendría que ser Bow quien descubriera todo de esta forma, solo espero que no esté cerca cuando esas dos tengan un momento más íntimo <3" Melog's Heart (this was my first comment in another language)

"I know absolutely nothing about the show or the characters, but great writing as always Darcy" For a Genius, You Can Be Pretty Stupid (from @whatsitzface)

"The dinner she makes is perfect and I love how you turned the "worrying" trope on it's head. So lovely" Really, Really (from @bacchicly)

"Lovely and sweet. Beautiful work! Merci merci!" At Sunset (from @bacchicly because she is the only one who actually commented on this one and I am grateful)

"BUDDY. This is so sugar." When Paths Cross (from @snailsandpuppy-dogtails)

"Ok, I came back to say, this is a super cute premise and i'm so excited to see what the other two parts are :DI love that in this world profilers who know them both extremely well couldn't figure it tf out because they didn't change how they act around each other." Unintentional Secret (from @snailsandpuppy-dogtails)

"QUEEN OF TOOTH ACHES 👑 "pulled out a little statue of a cat holding a gift box." <--- fucking LOVE it. NOOOOO open the box! "I was expecting her to open the little gift box so she would find the ring box inside" <--- me tooo "She pointed at the little gift box the cat was holding. "Does this open? Did he put anything in it?"" <--- THANKS, JENNA. "Yeah, you were supposed to open it at home." 😂 😂 "No, I'm not proposing to you if you're gonna call me Newbie. Absolutely not." <--Good on you, Luke, stand that sea-saw of a ground. 😆 "I love you," he whispered into her lips." <- Mush. absolute MUSH. Whisper kisses, my weakness. "see you again when I inevitably find the irresistible urge to write Garvez again!" <--- Tomorrow? 😌 😉 Full disclosure I mixed up this and Las Vegas Surprise Wedding and was really confused for a minute." Unintentional Secret (my first essay comment from @snailsandpuppy-dogtails 😌)

"OMFG I JUST LOVE THESE FANFICS OF YOURS!! THAT PART WHERE HE SAID HIS FAV COLOR IS BROWN BC IF GARCIAS EYESSSSSS😭😭😭🤌AND THE PART HE TEXTED DEREJ WAS JUST CHIEF KISSES!!! ISTFG HE'D DO THAAAAT!!" Many Tear-Stained Cheeks

"This is both really sweet and devastating. I loved that he was initially reluctant to call her but knew he needed her and the way she comforted him was perfect 💖 the ending was so lovely and hopefully next time she says it Luke will be awake" Many Tear-Stained Cheeks (from @whitecrossgirl)

"took her hand, placing it back on his heart. "This beating heart? It beats only for you."IM SCREAAAAAMING AND CRYIIIING AT THE SAME TIME!! I NEED TO SEE THIS SCENE LIVE ON TV! THE WRITERS DID US DIRTYYYYY😭😭😭😭" Heartbeat

"SHUT THE FRONT DOOR YOU"LL BE IN MY HEART IS FUCKING PERFECT FOR THEM!!!!! That whole plus one bonus section gutted me like a fish lmao I am literally ill with how much I love this, thank you for writing this!!!!!!!" To Sir, With Love (really all of @dungeons-are-too-cold's comments on this fic)

"Mate it is too early in the morning for this amount of feels 😭😭😭 they are such a fantastic duo and Rossi’s transformation from “The fuck is a team” to “These are all my kids” is my favourite thing about his character" To Sir, With Love (from @whitecrossgirl)

"sobbing. crying. shaking. sliding down a wall and poinding my fist on it. THIS IS SO STUNNING. I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND YOUR WRITING IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. THANK YOU FOR THIS MAJESTIC FIC." To Sir, With Love

"This was great, loved every minute of it, would snort this." Secrets Exposed (from @snailsandpuppy-dogtails)

"Why are you just the beeeeeest?! You angel you." Secrets Exposed (from @snailsandpuppy-dogtails)

"When you go to hit that kudos button and the red bar pops up. RUDE." Secrets Exposed (from, guess who, @snailsandpuppy-dogtails)

"I know this was a time consuming task and took a lot of work. So thank you for this, it's unique and fun. :)" Secrets Exposed (from @snailsandpuppy-dogtails)

"i'mdonei'mdonei'mdone i'm done i'm done i'm done i'm done. I'm done. I'm done. I'm DONE. wow. just wow. yeah so anyways this is canon now and explains A LOT about jj's faces in the show" Secrets Exposed

"You literally always know what I need in a fic before I even think about it, this is everything!!!!" Partner's Brunch (from @dungeons-are-too-cold)

"U really need to be the main writer of the revival for garvez ✨ my heart is flipping I was lit blushing the whole damn time!!!🥺😍🥰🤭" Two Can Play at This Game

"I really enjoyed this! I can completely see them trying to one up each other like this! (I swear, if the revival does them dirty…)" Two Can Play at This Game (Helsinkibaby on Ao3 left this comment… and they used to post so much amazing stuff, so I totally fangirled upon seeing this. Ao3 Garvezers, I guarantee you've read their stuff.)

"Ok, look, i'm one of those who will not read a pregnancy story, but this: "Well, it's comforting to hear you say that. Because Luke is the father." <---- perfect ending, perfect pacing my friend. And Krystall's voice *chef kiss*" Oh Baby, Oh Baby (from @snailsandpuppy-dogtails)

"Seeing a new story from you makes me happy! Loved the conversation between Penelope and krystal. Looking forward to reading more the last exchange with the was perfect." Oh Baby, Oh Baby

"i almost made a fool of myself while reading this in a mcdonalds" Welcome Home

"#It was a spite request your honor #because they were never friends your honor #certainly not best friends, Adam" (Not) Just a Friend (from @snailsandpuppy-dogtails)

"I am so honored. 😂 I love you I love you I love you. This was excellent. Platonic Morvez! Thank you for playing along with my asinine requests. 💗 💗 💗" Open Ears (from @snailsandpuppy-dogtails)

"I'm sorry I'm writing not having read the fic yet though I've been loving the works you did so far for this pairing but the "sorry it took me more than 24h hours"????? Mate, you've written so many pieces for this otp ate the speed of light what are u talking about??? Take your time, sweetie, do your thing don't feel pressured to do/write/create more than you feel comfortable with, we've been loving it so far just keep doing your thing! Thanks so much for writing for us! Xx" Girls' Night Out (this person thought snails was pressuring me to write and came RUNNING to my defense 😂)

"Oh my days, Luke calling her "Chica" as a term of endearment/pet name was something i wished so much that the writers kept in the show *deep sigh* guess that's one more thing left for the fans/shippers to take over. But i love it tho! 😫❤️" Girls' Night Out

"Luke Alvez's tool kit for keeping Penelope Garcia happy:1. Roxy 2. Allowing her to call him Newbie 3. Ice cream 4. Kevin Lynch's head on a spike (if requested)" Ice Cream and I Love Yous (from @whitecrossgirl)

"omg I'm literally DYING ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!! I'm obsessed with the way you write them, it's so like heartstopper, literally obsessed with the drama" We Fell in Love in October (from @dungeons-are-too-cold)

#These are just the Ao3 ones #Lmk if you want the tumblr ones #Fanfiction #Fanfiction author

[spellbook-gayboy]

Ooh action 28 paired with dialogue 13

okie dokie!

28 + 13.

“Yeah, yeah, in a minute, love,” Ian said, not even looking back as he sat hunched over, scribbling ink onto the old yellowing pages of the spell book. “Just gotta make sure this is right before I put it away...!”

“Ian...” Paul called. 

“Yeah, I know, just lemme-!”

“Ian.”

Ian stopped at the word. He slowly turned his head to look behind the collar of his cloak, spying the less than pleased look on his boyfriend’s face. “Ah... you planned something, didn’t you?”

“That I did.” Paul confirmed, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow as he tapped his foot on the floor. “So, d’you wanna stay in here and keep scribbling who-knows-what in that book while you reek like a dead cat,” He asked, “Or do you wanna shower for probably the first time this week, and join me on the couch in clothes that are actually clean?”

Ian blinked. His gaze flitted between his partner and the book. “Well... now that I think about it, the book can wait a day or two?”

“If you think so, honey.”

---

Ian scratched his neck, pulling at the hem of his beaten green tee. The Séance Dog logo had largely faded off the front of it from being washed so many times, only a few flecks of paint left. His lounge pants were partially eaten by moths, littered with holes around the waist and ankles that often joined together to expose the clothes’ insides or, more commonly, his bare legs. Most of these clothes had been around for at least three or four years, fished out of a clothing bin in Singapore or stolen from someone’s washing lines.  

“You ready, Ian?” He heard from downstairs. He checked his hair (not quite as messy as it usually was) before trudging down the polished spruce steps, his slippers making muffled padding noises. 

Paul was currently draped across one half of the red leather couch, sitting in a pair of grey sweatpants and his old Sacramento Kings jersey. His fingers drummed on the top of the TV remote as he eyed his boyfriend’s entry into the room. “Have I ever told you how well you clean up?”

Ian scoffed. “Alright, I get it! I’ll try and shower more!” He replied, rubbing at his eyes as he sat down. “Spirits, how long have I been up?!”

“About three... no, four days straight.” Paul told him. He shifted, now draping himself over the wizard. “You might be the only magic-user who does what you do, but that doesn’t mean you have to work yourself to death trying to fix every problem that comes your way! You’re only human, Ian.”

“Well, half human.”

Paul’s frown made Ian realise that his joke could’ve had better timing. 

“...I know what you mean, love. It’s just that I... I’m still new at this, y’know? I’ve gotta show everyone that I can pull my weight!” Ian confessed, blinking through bloodshot eyes at the ceiling as his head lolled back. “This whole ‘mystic defender of Earth’ schtick is the first thing I’ve had that could actually be long-term for me. I wanna be, well, worthy of it!”

“Worthy?” Paul asked, surprised by his choice of words. “Ian, you’re already worthy of it about a hundred times over! Hell, you’ve been at this less than a year and you’ve already saved the world about half a dozen times at the very least! And if that doesn’t convince you, then...,” He got closer, his mouth close to Ian’s ear, “then know that you’re worthy to me!”

Ian paused. Then, a smile worked its way across his face. “Are you still wearing that old thing? Not complaining though, ‘specially with the view I get when you do!”

Paul looked confused for a moment, before he realised what the wizard was talking about. His basketball jersey had always been about three sizes too large for his torso, showing off his lean yet somewhat muscled body and arms. “Okay, you raging horndog, simmer down!” He ordered, lightly batting his boyfriend’s arm. “Besides, how am I gonna throw this away? An authentic Kings jersey signed by my first male crush, Darren Collinson? What are you, crazy?”

“Pfft, Darren Collinson, what’s so special about him?” Ian grumbled. “So what, he plays for the NBA? I could play for the NBA if I wanted!”

“I’m sure you could, Ian! Now quiet, I’m putting a movie on!”

#i find it funny that i made paul a basketball fan #cause that man is no taller than like five foot six #invincible #invincible show #invincible amazon #invincible oc #🔮🪄 #ian cantation #👥🐼 #paul cha #multi paul #🔮🐼 #multimagic #my asks #summerfrwrks #writing prompt friday