#'oh you're just trying to paint a pretty picture that it's all fine' yeah i am!!! it's fucking great. i love it

[lazylittledragon]

hey idk which anxious pre-t babe needs to hear this but i didn't get to when i was younger so. testosterone will not make you ugly. it won't make you a horrible person. it won't 'mutilate' or ruin your body. if you want to go on testosterone then literally all that happens is it makes you really fucking hot and REALLY fucking happy.

#ramble #literally very hot. like very hot #there is so much sweat #'oh you're just trying to paint a pretty picture that it's all fine' yeah i am!!! it's fucking great. i love it #trans people aren't sad clueless little babes who don't know what's going on. if you want to go on hormones you Know what it's going to do #and you WANT THAT WHICH IS WHY YOU'RE DOING IT #i hate hate hate seeing detransitioners like 'it destroyed and mutilated me' #*proceeds to list the normal effects of hormones* #it's all fearmongering and it's SICK #personally i think we should start glorifying transition more. because it's BEAUTIFUL

[shhh-secret-time]

"i would love to see your take on stan/female reader/wendy…with the spice lol😙" - anon

Oh boy my first fic with Wendy~! And it's Stendy no less, lets fucking go! This request is a special one, because I seriously have never received a compliment so fucking funny in my life. The person who sent this I hope you enjoy it and god speed.

Warning: NSFW, Threesome, F/F/M, Strong-Language, Mild Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Oral

Pairings: Stan x Fem!Reader x Wendy

Come on down to Aspen Snowmass Ski Resort!

You flipped the little brochure over looking at the picture of large snowy mountains and giant ski slopes on the front. Inside the small packet were three passes and a small metal key tucked away in the pockets of the folded paper. Three passes for everything this large Ski Resort had to offer and more! How Stan got ahold of these tickets was a mystery.

*Tickets and Passes at a discounted price! You only need to sit through a short presentation! Ask for more information over the phone!

"Wendy, can you bring out that black bag? I need to tie it down on the car!" Speaking of the shaggy haired man.

"Yeah! Give me a second!" Another voice calls from the blue painted house, the front door propped open with a silly looking garden gnome. "Stan what did you pack in this?! It's heavy!" Wendy comes out with the large, long black bag that Stan requested.

"Skiing equipment." He pauses to take the bag from her, meeting her half-way from the car to the house. "First aid supplies too just in case."

"You're not going to go down K-13 again, are you?" Wendy puts her hand on her hips looking up at the man, she has her lips pursed slightly and her eyes lowered.

"Well...what's the point of going to Aspen if we're not going to ski?" Stan gives her his best smile as he puts the bag on top of the car, going out of his way not to look her in the eye.

You can't help but giggle at their interaction, they're both so cute when they get like this. You already know how this is going to go, Wendy is going to warn Stan that he needs to be careful and not get wrapped up in just skiing the entire time, and Stan is going to reassure her that he'll be fine and that he won't.

But before they can go through the motions, they both stop and look over at you. Wendy has the most charming smile on her beautiful painted lips and Stan has a lazy smirk across his. Your cheeks flush from getting caught, you look down at the bags by your feet and quickly scoop them up.

As you walk over to put the bags in the car a pair of arms wrap around your waist pulling you away from it. Pulling you towards his chest, Stan slots you in between himself and Wendy. Another pair of arms wrap around your arm, Wendy pulls your arm close to her chest.

"Watcha giggling about baby?" Wendy's the first to ask, an amused glint behind her eyes.

"You wouldn't be laughing at us, would you?" Stan follows up with his own teasing, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Maybe a little! I can't help it you guys are cute! Plus, I'm excited, a whole weekend with my favorite people~!" You chirp back at the both of them.

You rest your head on the top of Wendy's head and bring your free hand up to cup the side of Stan's face. Standing in the driveway surrounded by various colored bags, you're reminded of the wonderful life you live. Stan and Wendy have you swallowed up in this little hold, reminding you that you're loved.

Yeah, life was pretty great with your partners. You had a house on the street of Stan's childhood home. A dog with the softest fluffiest fur you've ever seen on a pupper, who was currently being watched by Stan's best friend. A warm bed, that would be cold without nestled bodies to keep it so. It was the three of you against the world.

Oh, and the stupid garden gnome, how could you forget Mr. Poppy. He was just as important to the family. No other gnome could hold open a door like him.

"Awwh! I'm excited too! I can't wait to try all the food and take pictures! It's going to be so pretty!" Wendy coos as she nuzzles her face into the side of your arm. "So, we better hurry and keep packing so we can get there in time for check-in."

She presses a kiss on the side of your cheek and then quickly places one on Stan's, who is still leaning on you. Stan only chuckles and goes back to tying the skiing equipment down, not before giving you both a little squeeze.

Wendy trots back into the house to grab the rest of the luggage as you begin to pack the car, Tetris style.

Once everything is neat and secured the only thing left to do was get in and decide who was going to drive. After a quick little game of nose goes, issued by Stan, Wendy was the one behind the driver’s wheel. Stan up front in the passenger seat and you in the back stretched out. Your softest pillow pressed against the car door and a blanket thrown over your legs. Stan's got his phone plugged into the aux chord scrolling through his endless playlists.

"So, what are we feeling, something heavy and loud, or energetic and feel good?" He asks just as Wendy backs out of the driveway.

You put the 3DS in your hand down on your lap for a moment, pausing your game for a moment. Harvest Moon can wait this was important. "Let’s start with feel good and go into heavy and loud. I say when we stop to get snack, we jump into something new!"

"Yes! Oh, I was just thinking about what snacks to grab! Whatever we grab nothing messy!" Wendy looks at you through the rearview mirror only to giggle when you give her a pout.

"Why are you looking at me?! I don't get messy snacks! Stan does!"

"Nah sorry babe, I'm with Wendy on this one." Stan chuckles just as he puts on a song.

"Of course you would be on her side to save your ass! You can't just agree with Wendy when it's convenient Stan!"

The car is filled with music and laughter the entire ride there. Stan trying to catch almonds in his mouth by tossing them in the air, only to miss when Wendy "accidently" swerved the car. Talking about each album selected and listened to, how it makes you feel and what you didn't like about it. It's mostly Stan just going on about different rifts and how it's impressive certain guitarists can pull of techniques, but hey it's what he liked. The two slowly take off their coats and throw them in the back seat, hitting you in the process. Protests are quickly cut short when you realize how warm they were.

 At one point Wendy had to pull over from giggling too hard at the image of you wrapped up in three coats, Stan's hat, her gloves, your blanket and pillow, and your shoes kicked off. Stan agreed to take over because taking you away from your comfy state would have been a crime, especially when Wendy calmed down and crawled into the back to lay with you. Laying across you, she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck. You could feel her eyelashes brush against your skin the entire ride making you giggle and squirm. The both of you nap the rest of the ride, arms wrapped around one another, legs intertwined.

Stan would be jealous if it wasn't the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Just before he wakes the both of you up, he snaps a quick picture of your sleeping forms. It's his new lock screen. Maybe he can let both of you rest while he handles the check-in, after all he still has to drive up to the cabin.

The silver car pulls up to the cabin carefully pulling into the driveway. Colorado snow packed high against the side of the wooden building, a dim light flickering through the frosted windows. Stan leans back in the driver’s seat taking a moment to just enjoy the quiet. The soft sound of your breathing mixing and matching Wendy's in the back seat. He closes his eyes and smiles, thinking about how he had to claw his way to this point in his life but he's so glad he did.

He turns the car off and opens the door, the cold air nips at his skin as he leaves the warmth of the car. Maybe he can let the two of you sleep a little longer while he puts the bags away. It isn't until he has to untie the skiing equipment that you begin to stir, the cars gentle rumbling no longer present. Groggily you rub the sleep out of your eyes, the subtle weight of Wendy on your chest makes you hum. Your hands rest on the small of her back as you look around, the orange lights of the sunset peeking in through the car window.

It caresses the side of Wendy's sleeping face. Reds and yellows disappear behind the kisses you place on her face. Trailing gentle kisses down her cheek towards her jawline, subconsciously she tilts her head to the side giving you a little more access to her neck.

"Hm... Wendy, baby wake up." Your voice is still laced with sleep, knowing that if she doesn't move off you that you'll fall back asleep.

She stirs enough to let you know that she's slowly waking up, but when she doesn't get up and instead crawls up your body you let out a little hum. Contrary to popular belief, Stan wasn't the one that was hard to get up. Wendy was a little menace, doing everything in her power to stay asleep. Right now, she was using the fact that she knew she was adorable to try and catch a few more moments with you. It was working, but you could play dirty back.

Your lips continue to her neck where you pepper up and down the flesh. Your hands move up her shirt enough so that your fingertips brush against the exposed skin. She rewards your efforts with a little moan, pressing her body closer to yours. She can feel your smirk against her neck, her attempts to let her go back to sleep fall short.

You continue your assault on her neck, soft and feathery kisses turn heated. The sound of blankets rustling and being pushed off to the side onto the car floor, slips under the sound of her moans. You slot your leg between her legs bringing your knee up to keep her close.

"You gotta wake up pretty. I think we're here." The raspy purr of your voice sends a shiver down her spine.

Wendy rolls her hips against the fabric of your jeans just as you bite down on the sensitive spot of her neck. Your hand moves down her back again, sliding further past her hips to her the side of her thigh that's exposed. The short white skirt she put on today gave you a perfect look of those creamy soft thighs. Your fingers squeeze the flesh making her moan your name.

She leans up and tugs your jackets up, silently asking you to sit up with her which you do happily. Her hands push down the layers of jackets until they pool under you and leave you in just your tank top. It gives you enough time to pull away from her neck and work her shirt open, a few buttons near the collarbone. A glimpse of her brightly colored red bra pulls another purr out of you, your lips brush against her the valley of her breasts.

But before you can dive back into her, the car door behind her opens. Cold air claws at your exposed skin and the car light comes on. The interruption makes the cold sit in faster than it normally would.

"Having fun?" Stan's voice almost pulls you away from Wendy's chest, stops your wondering hand on the curve of her ass.

"Was just trying to wake our girl up. You know how she gets." Your response is muffled by Wendy, you look up at Stan with a playful glint in your eyes.

"Oh, I know. I was almost tempted to you let continue, but I figured you'd wanna get cozy by the fire."

"I-I'm not that bad!" Wendy tries to protest but it turns into a squeak when you bite down, leaving a bright red mark.

"Uh-huh. Stan's right though, we gotta get the bags inside." You slowly slide your leg out from under Wendy.

"Already got them inside." He says as he offers his hand to help Wendy out of the car, unable to take his eyes off the lipstick stain you left on her chest. "Checked us in too. I figured I'd give you guys a little more time. Kinda glad I did now."

Wendy's soft awwh's went away at the last comment. She rolls her eyes and pushes past him. "Thank you. Stan."

With her coat thrown over her arms she makes her way into the cabin leaving you and Stan in the cold to gather the rest of the coats and blankets. You both watch her walk up the stairs, her skirt swaying from side to side as she does. Stan looks down at you and smirks, there's a silent exchange of knowing looks.

"She's so cute when she's mad."

"Right? All pouty when she gets called out."

You take Stan's hand and pull him along to the cabin. He closes the car door and locks it with a press of a button. Wendy's already tossed her jacket up on the coat hanger resting beside the door, her shoes put neatly away in the corner. The crackling fireplace in the middle of the room was already lit and made the cabin feel so comfortable. It's almost enough to distract you from the warmth pulsing at your core. The little make-out session did more than just wake you up.

Stan shrugs his coat off his shoulders and grabs at the ends of the sleeves to tug it off further. That action alone shouldn't make you bite your lower lip but the way his muscles flex under his shirt and how he rolls his shoulders only encourages the feeling. You turn your head away from him and take a deep breath, a small part of you hopes that Wendy's struggling like you are.

And she is, she's running her fingers through her hair that's thrown over her shoulder trying to ignore Stan. Trying to ignore the look you give him and how it excites her, how Stan is blissfully unaware of the way you're both eyeing him. Poor Stan. Poor sweet dumb Stan.

He puts his jacket next to Wendy's and then takes yours from you doing the same. You smile at the kind gesture and go to explore the cabin. Maybe if you got away and cleared your head a little, you wouldn't burn up by your own desire. Walking past the living room and into the kitchen you took note of how cute everything looked, straight out of a little novel. The cabinets were a light brown color that matched the white kitchen counter perfectly, little shelves of cups and bowls tucked away. Although the ivy that hung down from the top of them was fake, it brought little splashes of green that made it look so pretty!

You turn back and walk back towards the living room. Stan and Wendy are sitting on the couch together, she's snuggled up against his side curled up. He's got his hand resting on her knee and his arm wrapped around her, she's playing with the fabric of his shirt whispering something to him. They laugh and he presses his forehead against her letting it rest there as they close their eyes, and just enjoy the presence of one another. Between the warmth of the fire and the love you feel for the two people in front of you it was almost enough to make you burn up. You smile softly and decide to give them some time alone.

After all you got to have a little time with Wendy first, it was only fair. Plus, you still had to see the bed! And what a bed it was! Dark blue blankets folded carefully over the bed, three pillows fluffed up to the point where they looked like clouds, and a giant white comforter that you just knew would keep you nice and warm. That and the mini fireplace in the corner, sitting there on a little platform with dried out logs of wood behind it. Bookshelves filled with various novels and decorations line the wall. Behind the bed is the largest window in the cabin.

You crawl over the bed towards the window, sitting up on your knees you look out at the frosted glass. Resting your chin on your arm, the sight in front of you is beautiful. Since you were asleep when he pulled up to the cabin you didn't get to really take in all the beautiful mountains that surrounded the area. The snow was starting to come down a little heavier now like it waited just for you and your partners. Dark green trees covered in that beautiful untouched sparkling snow.

With a happy little sigh, you flop back on the bed with your arms sprawled out, you stretch out to your fullest. The stretch feels good enough to make a little moan slip from your lips, your back arches up making the muscles feel better. Reminding you that lying in one spot for too long with another human on you isn't exactly the best for your body.

Your eyes open to the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Stan and Wendy walk into the bedroom only to spot you already on the bed enjoying the silk on your skin.

"Told you this is where she'd be." Stan says leaning on the doorway, his forearms holding him up on the doorframe.

Wendy looks up at him and giggles, "This place is beautiful! How were you able to book this place? It must have cost a lot."

"Nah. It's my parents, they bought it when we were younger. Dad caved and just bought this cabin after that time share experience." He shrugs a little, his fingers run through his hair a little pushing up the black locks.

"I guess I'll have to thank your dad next time I see him." You say finally deciding to lean up.

"Don't. For the love of god don't, it'll go to his head." The way he says it makes you and Wendy burst out into laughter.

She decides to join you on the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her petite form sinks into the soft mattress. Her hands pushed down on the bed forcing her up a little, the momentum causing her to bounce up and down on the bed. After she's satisfied enough with the bounce she leans back against your form. Your arms go to wrap around her waist pulling her close to your chest, you nuzzle back into her neck where your lips were moments ago.

She responds by pressing a kiss into your cheek. You retaliate with a little nip on her neck pulling a breathy giggle from her lips. The way it turns into a moan makes Stan's breath hitch in his throat; his eyes scan your forms. He watches the way your hand trails up her shirt slowly slipping the plastic buttons through the slots. Every button reveals more and more of her body, pushing it down to her elbows where it rests on the cubital.

Your hand comes up to the lace on her bra strap. Playing with the material before sliding down her shoulder, replacing the strap with your lips. Your other hand moves down to her thigh pulling the skirt up in the process. Stan's eyes widen when he sees the matching set of panties, stained a darker shade from her arousal.

"So pretty, did you wear that for us?" You whisper next to her ear as your fingers made quick work of moving up and down her slit. Adding just enough friction to make her roll her hips, trying to chase the pressure.

Wendy's pretty pink lip’s part to answer but it turns into a whimper and a moan. Her cheeks turn a bright red matching the lingerie that looks so beautiful against her skin.

"Come on Wendy, answer her. It's rude ya know." Stan finally breaks away from the spot that he was glued to. Finds it in him to walk over with that shit eating smirk across his face. He bends down and puts his arms on either side of you. He leans down and presses the softest kiss on her forehead. Compared to your hand and the way you’re squeezing every soft curve; his kisses feel so alien.

Ever stubborn, she goes to silent him with a kiss. It takes everything in Stan not to capture her lips in a heated kiss, but he's able to pull back and shake his head. Just far enough that Wendy can feel his lips ghost over hers, just enough to smell the gum he had in the car. The spearmint taste on her lips.

"Ah no. Bad girl." Stan tuts as his fingers trace her lips; the pads of his thumbs brush over her lower lip. Wendy's lips wrap around his thumb pulling it into her mouth, her tongue swirls around the course digit. You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched Stan's resolve break. He never could hold on long when she worked her magic.

Your hands slip down the band of her underwear, pushing the thin fabric past her hips and like clockwork, Stan helps you pull them the rest of the way down. He tosses them to the side before removing his thumb from her mouth. Not before pressing down on her tongue, making a pool of drool slide down her chin.

The way she looks up at him makes your heart slam against your chest and your body ache. Finally, after the slow drawn-out teasing, your hands pull apart her legs. Pushing them away from one another by the plump of her thighs. Her slit now bare to the man before her, her arousal coating her legs now that she no longer has the flimsy material to cover it.

Stan's on his knees in front of her, his arms tucked so snugly under her legs so that he can bring her closer to the edge of the bed. He lazily throws them over his shoulders and dips his mouth closer and closer to her aching heat. Just as his lips connect to the throbbing bud, you press a kiss onto her lips.

His lips twist and pull at the bud, a hungry tongue greedily swirling around to collect her arousal. The flat of his tongue presses into the nub until it wanders into her heat. Just as his tongue slips its way into her cunt, yours slips into her mouth. Devouring her in a different way. Every moan that escapes her lips is immediately swallowed by you. For as hungry as Stan was, you were starving.

The poor girl couldn't catch her breath. Between your kisses that already left her breathless, and Stan's jaw working her clit; she could feel the pressure in her core build up fast. It was like trying to ride out heavy waves during a storm. Colored nails intertwine with Stan's hair, tugging the locks up when he hits that perfect spot with his tongue.

"A-ahh!" Her moans pitch an octave, she bucks her hips forward against his mouth.

The kiss is broken just as her resolve comes crashing down. Stan can feel the way her walls throb and tighten around his tongue.

Wendy throws her head back when Stan continues, even with her climax coating his tongue it’s not enough for him. His eyes flutter shut with no intention of stopping. He'd continue lapping up every delicious part of her until his jaw ached.

She tries to push his head off, tries to close her thighs around his head. But he keeps his hands firmly on her thighs. When she tugs his hair again, he only lets out a deep moan which vibrates up against her cunt.

Little beads of tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes. The overstimulation was a painful pleasure. Her breath hitches in her throat, a silent scream dies along with it. The sound of Stan's mouth working its magic fills the roo. The heavy exhales coming from him as he struggles to catch his breath, the fact that he'd rather suffocate than come up for air makes you chuckle.

After Wendy cums around his tongue again, and the light mascara around her eyes begin to bleed down her face, do you tap the side of Stan's shoulder. "Alright cowboy let her go, I think she's learned her lesson." Stan's eyes meet yours, looking up through the darkened blues.

He flicks his tongue a few more times, pulling a cry from the poor woman. He moves his lips to the inside her thighs. A series of kisses trail down her quivering thighs, he hums softly.

Wendy's body is spent, you can tell from the way she's practically lifeless against you. Her mind is still trying to catch up from it's high. Your hands work on massaging circles on her hips helped to anchor her back down.

"I think you killed her Stan." You chuckle, pushing Wendy's hair out of her face.

"Ya think? I couldn't help it; she tastes so good." His purr sends a shiver down your spine as he leans up towards your face. "Wanna taste?"

When you nod and smirk at him, he bends down and finally captures your lips in a kiss. The difference between their kisses is night and day. Wendy's are always soft, passionate, playful ones. Stan's are hungry, firm ones; like he's trying to put all his feelings into one action.

You can taste it. Every bit of love he has for you on the edge of his lips. Wendy on his tongue. Desire in the way it twines with yours. Wendy's half open eyes watch, her mouth opened in awe. The way your tongues work in each other's mouths brings a red hue to her face.

Her blush deepens when she sees the thin string of saliva that connects your tongues snap. Stan's the first to pull away, lips still wet from everything. He cleans the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smirks.

"Hmm...he's got it out for you Wendy." When you call her name, she looks up. The confusion written on her face only makes you chuckle. "Because that wasn't enough, it's my turn."

She was going to die. Wendy Testaburger was going to die somewhere in Aspens. The comfy warm cabin was going to be her coffin, and her cause of death was going to be her two insatiable partners.

You don't give her much time to protest, not that she would anyway. You pull away from her and begin to strip down to nothing, Stan works on moving her back against the pillows. At least she'll be comfortable when she dies.

Stan whispers to her softly, "You can give us one more Wens. It's only fair, she didn't get her turn."

You smirk back at the bed as you toss your clothes away. She looked so cute in nothing but her pretty white blouse still wrapped around her arms. Beads of sweat starting to trail down her body, you know you're not the only one watching as they trace every gorgeous curve.

But you are the one that gets to settle between her legs. You crawl over until your face is inches away from her poor cunt. Your eyes find the marks Stan's left behind and decide that it's not nearly enough. Her pale skin made the red splotches pop so pretty, why not add a few more. So, you leave teeth marks and little bruises where Stan's mouth hadn't touched.

Stan's enthralled, but not enough to sit there and do nothing. While you worked your clothes off, he did the same. Dark blue jeans thrown to the side, faded band shirt alongside it. It isn't until he puts his hand on your hip that you realize he's propped up behind you.

Standing on his knees, he's pulled your hips up towards his aching member. Wendy's little whimpers and moans only serve to make his cock throb. His hands fist the flesh and pump it a few times. Watching your face get closer and closer to where moments ago he had his.

"Fuck that's hot." It slips out of his mouth before he can stop it. At this point he's not sure he wants to, just pressing the tip of his head against your slit isn't enough. He needs you both to hear what you're doing to him. "You're so pretty like this. Eating our girl out like that, and fuck-" He paused to deliver a firm slap on your ass. "-this ass of yours."

The pain makes you moan out, the vibration shoots up against Wendy's clit. She cries out and bucks her hips against your lips, which you use to capture her clit. Lips wrapped around her abused bud.

"Oh god~" Wendy throws her head back, any work to get her to come back down from her fucked out mental state is thrown out the window.

Her moans encourage you, selfishly lapping and sucking at every nerve until you find a rhythm that causes her to see stars. Stan picks up on it, he waits until your tongue is flicking her bud back and forth before diving into your cunt. Firm hands keep your hips still, so he doesn't throw off your tempo.

Again, he doesn't even bother holding back his moans. Your arousal lets him slip past your folds and snuggly against your walls perfectly. He pushes until he's halfway buried deep into you, only to slowly pull back out. For as good as you're making him feel, he's so focused on the way you're making Wendy feel. Every time you moan into her, she arches her back, and every time she moans at the sensation it makes his cock throb. The cycle keeps the fire burning. Lust and pleasure wrapped so tightly together.

Wendy's mouth is lulled open, and her eyes are rolled up to the back of her head. Stan knows she's not going to last from looks alone. So, he begins picking up his pace. His snapping forward with such force it causes a ripple across your flesh. He's making it hard to focus on anything but the way his cock feels buried in you.

Thrust after thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge. You're dissolved to nothing more than sloppy tongue thrusts. Pumping in and out of Wendy like Stan is doing to you. Every thrust from him trickles down to her. Pushing you against her only to pull you back against him. But you're not the only one losing yourself.

Stan's been hard since he opened the car door and found you two in a heated state. He's been fighting the urge to fuck you both senseless since Wendy first came around his tongue. With every flutter of your walls, he goes harder and deeper.

After a particular strong thrust in just the perfect spot, you feel your resolve crumble. A white-hot flash goes across your eyes and down to the pit of your stomach. Your walls clamp down around him, trying to milk him for all he's got.

"O-oh fuck! Fuck you're squeezing me!" He growls so loudly when you do. He crawls over your form, sweaty chest pressed against your back, hips pushing you further into the bed. His mouth latches onto your shoulder where he bites down. Hard.

Wendy's fingers are in your hair pulling your head up towards her chest. She's already cum for the third time, possibly the fourth. She's stopped counting and all she can focus on is the way you both feel against her. She watches the way Stan drills into you until he can't keep the rhythm anymore.

His hips stutter, slap against your ass one last time and then he spills his cum into you. Thick hot ropes of cum paint your insides until it's dripping down your thighs.

Heavy breaths and shaky moans. Slow inhales and breathy exhales. Whatever energy Stan has left is used to keep himself from falling on top of you. He pulls his teeth from your skin, pressing a soft kiss on the mark he's left behind. A quiet apology.

Eventually he pulls out of you and falls to his side next to Wendy. His arms find home around her waist where he tugs you both towards his chest.

".... this vacation already rules." Stan breaks the silence, pressing a kiss into your temple.

"It's only the first night." You giggle, tossing him a lazy smile.

"Yeah, we still got the hot tub to test out." Stan says with a smirk.

Come on down to Aspen Snowmass Ski Resort!

"Insatiable. Both of you. I'm going skiing at least once or I swear to God." Wendy huffs but the smile on her face betrays her. The corner of her lips twitch as she tries to resist.

You might get some skiing done.

#south park #sp fanfiction #reader insert #south park fanfiction #anon ask #south park x reader #x reader #i do for you anon #requests fuel me!! #stan marsh #wendy testaburger #stan x reader x wendy #stan x wendy #f/f/m #it's filthy #this whole thing #it starts so sweet #but we love some spice #plus my last few fics were getting too gooey sweet #gotta throw some spice in there #this one took a while #kept getting distracted #when motivation calls #you answer her #so here we go #enjoy lovelies #and as always #i've got another one in the works #please look forward to it #shhh its a secret

[stonedstargazer666]

Stoned Head cannon

So this is gonna be based kinda off of a couple of pictures I saved from twitter and here on good ole Tumblr, earlier this month. well my collection keeps getting larger...Anywho.. Yes, I am baked outta my gourd, this is just gonna be raw writing and I have sat long and hard about this. I'm sorry if I don't tag anything correctly. i'm zooted. Fem terms used. NSFW under photos. (DNI: If the thought of getting your BC messed with if your taking it orally messes with you. )

Ok so you're dating Vessel, right? You get along with the others really well. you bring out a side of them that Vessel rarely sees. Which is fine dandy and wonderful. If it weren't for the fact that the boys are seemingly testing the boundaries with you. Light touches that could easily be brushed off as accidental, brushing the hair out of your face with lingering touches.

Well Vessel sees you just brushing it off, you're confident enough to tell them to back off sure. Brushing their hand away, giving them a glare, or flipping them off with a laugh. You're absolutely loyal to Vessel, perfectly devoted the both of you would say. But gosh, if Vessel didn't want to absolutely claim you. Sure, you two have your fun regularly, but you were on the pill. He didn't know how to bring that up to you, on one hand he loved that you were stern about your health and just wasn't ready for kids.

BUT on the other hand, when you take your placebo week, you get emotional over videos of babies laughing and giggling till they can't breath. Vessel see's how you coo at your phone while laying in bed, earbud in or over ear headphones depending on the vibe you had. listening to the sweet shrieks of laughter, he listens to you talk to yourself how your friend's baby is so cute, when they post pictures. It was a monthly habit that drove him up the wall. Until he read about activated charcoal, and the dangers of it messing with oral birth control... Oh.. well this could be useful information. He better read up on that... ya know just in case....

(NSFW content ahead, continue if you dare)

Now that he has learned about the activated charcoal, he thought that would be perfect. He had been meaning to try out a different way of painting his body. You liked it when he wore the paint in the bedroom, who was he to deny his sweet little dove? On stage it was the normal body paint, but lately in the bedroom...the texture of the paint felt different on your tongue....or...or did it always feel that grainy? You vocalize your concern in a needy whimpering voice, feeling your own hot breath bounce off of his neck. Tongue halfway pressed against the pulse point of his throat.

Vessel rumbles a deep throaty laugh, assuring you that yes it has. for the last month It had. Vessel would hide and put the water activated charcoal on his throat, fingers, hands, chest. ALL of your favorite places to lick, suck on, worship. Mentally Vessel reveled in the fact that he was messing with your birth control. You would be a wonderful mum, and the boys...oh the boys would know who you belonged to. two birds one stone really. But you didn't know this, you didn't need to know that little fact. HE prayed and thanked God that nothing had changed over the past month, nothing that would arise suspicion of what he was doing... The sound of you greedily choking and trying to swallow around his fingers brings him out of his thoughts. He takes a moment to take in the pretty sight. you on the bed, ass up, face down cause you're a good girl yeah? Yeah ,you are, tilting your head to the side. your tongue lavishing his long fingers.

He coos at how pretty you are. A pure work of art, taking his fingers into your mouth so willingly, while also taking him so perfectly into your drooling sex. Vessels eyes zero in on your convulsing throat, moaning audibly feeling you successfully swallow around his fingers without choking or gagging. Oh such a good girl you are, He praises. As you swallow the charcoal, bringing you one step closer to being claimed and owned by him inside and out. With that thought in mind. Vessel pulls his fingers out of your throat. Reaching around to wipe them right over your womb, the striking black pops against your pink warm skin. Almost like a promise, Vessel flips you over onto your back. slowly...so deliciously slowly does he show you what his new healed piercing is capable of. Oh now you really feel it, and you clench hard. Vessel watches the moment you succumb to his slow deep ministrations. He takes a quick moment to make a mental note to thank IVy for the suggestion. Who knew that a Jacobs ladder would be just utter heaven. Vessels thrusts start getting sloppy, and rougher. his hands gripping the fat of hips with a bruising force. His hips stutter as you beg so prettily through tears and desperate moans for him to come inside.

Oh how you sang little dove, your voice cracking as you scream his name. BEgging him to come, your voice is delirious. It's pure unadulterated music to his ears, He slams into you one more time, rutting into your poor bullied cunny, grinding against your swollen nub just right. Your climax hits, your back arching off the bed as you hopelessly grind and roll your hips. Vessel soaks in the sight of the pure pleasure on your face, as he grinds deeper. Seeing a faint bump in your pretty tummy, just underneath the black streaks he left there earlier...

He cums hard, and so much. Poor man, must have been so pent up... but Gods does feel so fucking good to feel his release overflowing, and dripping. But you still whimpered softly about feeling so full Vessel stared at the marking he left, it looked ever so slightly rounder. He wonders if he could maybe talk you into getting it tattooed. Just for him. He slowly pulls out, whispering praises, telling you what a perfect girl you are, gently rubbing your sides. Waiting for you to come down from wherever you floated off too during your climax. Once your breathing evened out to his liking, he got up. Disappearing, just to come back with a soft warm wet wash cloth. Gently cleaning you up, taking a quick picture of the marks. For later reference of course. Then wiping them away, reverently. After cleaning you both, he throws on black sweat pants. Then lovingly wraps you in your favorite soft blanket. The soft sigh you let out lets him know your relaxing, and are comfortable. He picks you up, cradling you close to his warm chest. Walking out to the common area to sit with you in his lap. Showing the other three, that he was the only one that held your heart.

And wouldn't you know it? three weeks later, you tell Vessel that you've been feeling quite strange... Like a weird stomach bug, cause you've been so nauseous lately.... But don't worry, Vessel assures you, you'll start feeling better soon. Just let him take care of you...

#THis took me 5 hours I think??? #I took one too many edible gummies so... yeah #not sure what to tag. so some help would be nice yall #sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token band #sleep token vessel #vessel #vessel sleep token #sleep token iv #sleep token smut #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token headcanons #I am so stoned yall #Stoned Rae likes #we'll see what Sober Rae says.. #oneshot #I'm sorry if my writing is all over the place..

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 15 - pregnancy

stray kids

1.6k words

female reader insert

Reader x Seo Changbin

NSFW

🖤 warnings: lots of buildup, rowdy coworkers who can’t mind their business, fingering and such, the use of “mommy” but in the literal sense, this one embarrasses me 😳 🖤

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You shouldn't be nervous, but here you are, so nervous that you've picked one hand clean of nail polish and are starting in on the other.

Changbin's been away for a few weeks now, almost a month if you're counting the nights he'd had to spend away in the country before going abroad, and it's been such a long time since he's seen you in person. It's not the same in pictures, and when you've video called him it's been mostly shoulders-up. So the idea of him seeing you now...

You've popped, is the thing.

For the last few months, you've been exactly the same, and then in the last week or so, suddenly, there it is.

It's normal - you looked it up, it's something to do with your pelvis and where things go at different points in the process - but now, for the first time, you really distinctly look pregnant.

He knew it was going to happen, obviously, that you'd change pretty dramatically over the months, but he hasn't seen it yet, and you're nervous.

Meeting him at the airport and making him react there didn't seem like a great idea, so you'd arranged to meet him at his company and drive home together. His teammates who'd gone on the trip with him would be there, but the three of them are his close friends and would only give him the requisite hard time about it all.

You'd spent the day on that side of town, trying to get yourself to relax. And now you've gotten a text from Changbin that they're at the corporation's office space, that you can come meet him anytime.

It'll be fine. It's Changbin. Just Changbin.

Of course, it's not just Changbin. A point made very clear to you when you walk into the lobby and hear Lee Minho whoop at you.

"Oh, wow!"

"Dude," hisses their team leader, Chan.

Only Hyunjin, angel that he is, comes up to you, glee painted plainly on his face. "Look at you!"

"It's weird, right?" you say, sheepish but unable to resist smiling back at his excitement.

"It's amazing!"

Changbin's mouth is open a little, eyebrows lost under his fringe. You can't tell quite what emotion he's feeling, but it looks like amazement more than anything, which isn't negative. You relax a bit.

"Can I touch?" Hyunjin asks.

You're going to tell him that he can, going to thank him for asking rather than just touching like every old lady you've seen in the last seven days has done, but Chan interrupts.

"We should let them get home," he says lightly. "It's been a while and I'm sure the lovebirds have missed each other, yeah?"

There's some mischief on his face that you don't understand, and you really don't want to understand.

"Good point," Hyunjin agrees, "Changbinnie-hyung, take good care of her."

"Oh, I will," says Changbin, the first thing he's said this whole time.

As if he's been un-paused, he comes over to hug you hello. His whole body tenses when he goes to wrap his arms around you tightly and is a little impeded by the slight but very specific shape of your bump between you, but he doesn't stop coming to give you a kiss that's a little breathless.

"See you!" Chan calls, as Changbin takes you by the hand and leads you out to where your car waits, at the sidewalk. "Have fun."

His tone is still nothing but trouble. You wonder what he knows that you don't know.

Changbin is quiet as he climbs into the driver's seat; you prefer being the passenger most of the time, anyway, but he'd slipped the keys out of your hand before you could ask who was driving tonight. He doesn't seem upset at all, luggage loaded into the back and eyes on the road, but he's definitely thinking about something.

"Are you okay?" you ask, when you're almost home and he still hasn't spoken.

"Mm?" Changbin glances at you. "Yeah, of course."

"You're being weird."

He sighs, struggle obvious on his face. "I know."

Well, if he knows, then you're not imagining it. Self-conscious, you lay your hands over the swell of your stomach, impossible to ignore.

"Do you...not...like it?" you ask, feeling incredibly stupid but not knowing any better way to say what you mean.

"Sweetheart, that is absolutely not the problem."

You don't understand. You look at him inquisitively.

Just Changbin, driving one-handed like usual, the other hand on the gearshift. He's white-knuckling the wheel, though, and there's a tense tic to his jaw. And - oh -

He's rock-hard in his suit trousers.

You have no idea how he flies in suits, but now you're glad he does, because you can see the unmistakable bulge in his pressed beige trousers, hard against his thigh. He's probably been like this the whole time.

"It's not that I don't like it," he says, sounding just a bit choked.

It's that, if what you're seeing is any indication, he really, really likes it.

Well, that is a very different matter.

You leave him be, for the rest of the drive. You arrive at your apartment building, park, and you help Changbin wheel his minimalist luggage up to your door. His eyes are on you, the entire way; you can feel his searching gaze as you put your hand absently on your bump, again, and as you walk, a little different now that your body weight is distributed like this.

You can't be blamed if you play up the slight off-kilter waddle you've got, now, just a bit. Since you have an audience.

As soon as the apartment door is shut behind you, Changbin lets out a groan that he's probably been holding since the office, and comes over to gently, gently cup your new bump in his hands.

"How did this happen so fast?" he asks.

You would answer, if he didn't immediately lean in to devour your mouth in another kiss, a very different one from the gentle press he gave you when his coworkers were still watching. Idly, you think that this is probably what Chan knew: that Changbin was getting desperately, undeniably turned on by you.

"Biology," you say, and he laughs roughly against your cheek.

"I mean it," he says, "You looked the same when I left, and now..."

"Don't act so surprised. You did this to me," you say, plaintively, and while you meant it to be teasing, that's not how Changbin takes it.

There's a glint in his eyes that you know all too well, and you know he's pleased by the way he puffs out his chest, just barely noticeable, just a flex of all the muscle there. "I did, didn't I?"

Jackpot.

"You did," you say, though you're smiling. "I'm gonna get ready for bed. Your kid is a lot of work, 'm tired."

Not one to take kindly to being riled up and left, Changbin follows you demurely as you go into the bedroom, leaning on the doorjamb as you peel off your shirt, back mostly turned to him.

"Damn," Changbin mutters.

"I don't need an audience," you say.

"How about audience participation?"

He's sliding up behind you, hands tentatively around your middle like he's afraid you're going to push him away. You wouldn't, of course. You simply lean back into him as he splays his hands over the bump, chin over your shoulder, a small noise in your ear like he can't quite believe it.

"You look good like this," he says.

"That's good, because I feel swollen and sore," you quip.

"Aw," Changbin pouts. "You need to relax."

"Any ideas?"

"A few."

Considering he's still hard, erection pressed against you, it's not hard to imagine what those ideas might be.

"I missed you a lot," you say, turning out of his arms and depositing yourself on the bed.

It's still comfortable enough to be on your back, early on as it is, so that's how you lay after squirming out of your sports bra (the only one that doesn't pinch uncomfortably, right now) and bottoms. You're left in just panties and the smooth new swell of your stomach, and Changbin is looking down at you like it's the first time he's seen you undressed.

Which, well. It's the first time he's seen you undressed looking like this.

He still just stands there, though, and suddenly, you wonder if he's afraid to touch. Like you're not going to want him, the way you usually do, just because you're a few more weeks pregnant than before.

"Come here," you whine.

He swallows. "Are you sure-"

"You put the baby in there, I'm just carrying it. The least you can do is reward me for it."

The expression that flits over his face at your words – though they feel a little stupid coming out of your mouth- is pure lust. You smile victoriously when Changbin sheds his button-down shirt without preamble and drops down over you, careful to keep his weight off your middle.

His fingers find their way between your legs, his lips are on your throat, trailing down your chest, and you moan at the onslaught of it, careful but not hesitant.

"Can't believe this-" he drags his mouth between your breasts, "-so pretty-" finally, finally, he kisses the crest of your stomach, still so much smaller than it'll ultimately be but a sudden and noticeable distinction that this is really happening.

"Bin!" you half-moan, half-scold, as he drags his teeth over the skin there, tickling.

"Gonna make you come like this, on my fingers," he promises, "And then I'm gonna make sure you're really taken care of, Mommy."

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #seo changbin fanfic #seo changbin smut #stray kids changbin fanfic #stray kids changbin smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut

[luvring]

— random date blurbs

gn!reader | hinata, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto, kuroo, suna

crawls in from the depths of my hiatus. cracks open the door. it squeaks so loud i wonder if i should leave. heyyy. also this new post editor....idk if it's just me having funky problems but i'm going to bark at tumblr

HINATA cheers with his arms raised as he watches his bowling ball knock down all the pins for the first time that afternoon. "babe! babe, i did it! oh my god. thank god," he falls onto the seat next to you, his head falling onto your shoulder. he had told everyone that if he didn't do well bowling that he'd buy them food, and it hadn't been looking good until now. you grin, knowing his plight, "good job, sho!" he mumbles a thank you against your shoulder before groaning, "i need to do that again, don't i?" laughing a little, you pat his head, "yeah. but it's fine! it's fine. if you can do all of those volleyball drills and deal with kageyama then you can definitely get a few more strikes." shoyo's head shoots up quickly enough to startle you as he looks over. there's a new sense of determination in his eyes that only he can ever get, "yeah! you're right. i'll just imagine kageyama's taunting me or something." before you can question his method of choice, he gets up to go again. "sho, you know it's my turn, right?"

ATSUMU's tongue sticks out a little as he reads the instructions again for the lego flowers in front of you. "tsum, are you good?" you try to stifle your laugh at the amount of focus he has, but it doesn't seem like he even notices. "why don't they put words on these things?" "it's lego, tsumu. aren't like, kids supposed to make these?" he groans a little before looking back at the pieces in front of him and squinting, "why are we doing this?" you snort but reply casually, "because they're pretty, obviously." atsumu only gasps a little in surprise as he picks up the flower he was working on, seemingly with a new sense of understanding. "holy shit, i got it! wait, wait, babe. hold the others one," he starts gesturing for you to pick up the bouquet growing beside you. he hands his to you with a surprising gentleness and grins as you hold your creations. "do i look nice?" "what? of course ya do. even better than usual. stay right there, 'm gonna take picture and post it."

KAGEYAMA feels like melting into the grass as you furiously try to apologize, unable to stop laughing. the question hangs in the air—"is it…a giraffe?" it's suffice to say a giraffe was not what he had tried to paint. "i told you i'm not good at art," he pouts and averts his gaze. you can see a faint blush on his cheeks, and maybe if it weren't for the situation at hand, you'd tell him he looks pretty with the sun and wind blowing his hair. but you wave your hands and shake your head at his negativity, "no, no, tobio, it's good!" he shoots a look your way and you return your own, "seriously, it is. i know you don't do this a lot. it's really nice, i promise." tobio lets out a breath, never mad in the first place, just a little embarrassed. he looks down at his mini canvas you had bought at the dollar store. his brows furrow and his voice comes out confused (maybe pleading), "seriously where did you get a giraffe from?"

BOKUTO glances at the mug he's painting then at yours, "babe, can we use each other's mugs when we take them home?" you look up at him curiously, "hm? yeah, of course. why?" "i like yours and i wanna see you using mine. see? i put our initials with a heart." he turns his so you can see it among other things collaged on his design. you smile brightly and turn your own so he can see you had done something similar. "oh! you did it too? baby," kotaro pouts affectionately. "if i didn't have stuff on my hands i'd grab your face and kiss you." "please don't get paint on my face,"—your lips twitch into a smile as you look down at his mug again—"your mug really is cute. are you sure you wanna share it with me?" it was a teasing remark but kotaro almost looks offended at the question, "what? of course i do. i wanna share all my stuff with you." he goes back to looking over his creation at the thought and hums, "do you think i'd be able to paint us on here?"

KUROO poses in the mirror in attempts to make you ruin your face mask. "tetsuro, i swear to god," you manage to say. he had been stressed for weeks and you made him promise to have a "spa day" tonight. "babe, i think we should do this more often." you playfully glare at him in the mirror, "says the volleyball captain who's been overworking himself." tetsuro only sighs dramatically in response, "hey, it's not my fault we have a game coming up. shouldn't you be proud that your boyfriend isn't only charming and handsome, but an outstanding student?" before you can make a remark, your phone timer rings and you start to take the mask off, "yes, but i also know you're tired, tetsu." he sighs again at your reply, genuinely this time, "yeah, i know. we could make it a weekly thing, maybe?" and when you look over at him, there's a hopeful look on his face that makes you smile lightly, "that'd be nice. it's your turn for the face mask though, and i'm making you use a bubble one."

SUNA watches as you coo at the cats meowing for food. "rin, i think coming to this cafe was the best decision of our lives." there's a soft smile on his face and he can't help but sneak a few photos and videos—one of them was bound to become his new lockscreen for the next while. "that one kinda looks like you," he points out. you look over and coo again at the kitten beside you before looking over where rin is sitting. "hey, that one looks like you." rin glances behind him at the cat walking over and hums, "you're actually right." "hello? did you think i'd be wrong?" he pets his lookalike and it rubs against his hand, and he's suddenly too enamored to look at you while he responds, "dunno. thought you were gonna be fucking with me and it'd be an ugly cat or something. if that even exists." he can feel his lips twitch into a smile as you immediately reject the idea. rin waits for you so he can ask his one very important question, "do you think we should get a cat?"

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[ndostairlyrium]

💌 LOVE LETTER

🎨 PALETTE

for all three?

Aw ;; thanks dear, these are super cute!!

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

Elanor

She doesn't, but she does, but she doesn't, but in truth she really craves that kind of romanticism even though she'll never admit it. I picture both her and Alistair as two overgrown kids so their love language can be translated into showing each other gross stuff and laughing, or just saying "eww" whenever the other is being too cheesy. At the same time, they're just very serious about their feelings, they just don't talk about them. They're more actions >>> words, so the content of their letters can be summed up with "yeah dude I kinda miss you" and the reply is "Clingy much?" Absolutely horrible.

Hawke

He does, but he's more of a "I wanna know what you're up to" kind of writer. He wants to know the daily challenges, the happy and the sad, the "you had to be there!"s. He'd write about the weather in detail, the things he misses about being together, he writes down memories that he's sure would make Fenris smile... A total dork who thrives in normality.

Ankh

She never ever exchanged love letters before entering a relationship with Cullen, but when she received her first, heart wrenching, letter in Crestwood she completely fell in love with the idea. They weren't together together at that point, but there was some tension going on between them. Although he wasn't sure about the possibility of a romantic outcome, he wrote her anyway, because she was veeery missed in the war room and reports didn't really tell how she was feeling and such. And she replied instantly, sending him the most awkward letter she had ever written. Backstory of their correspondance aside, I think Cullen's writing is not flowery, but rather descriptive and pragmatic, besides when he tries his hand at metaphors they suck big time. Same goes for her. She does have a rational approach on letters too, but with some twists here and there when she physically needs to add some humor to mask her desperation towards long distance - or events that make her struggle emotionally. Oh, and she's a tease! Unfortunately, Cullen absorbed that trait so he's now a tease as well. Whereas she's a poker - as in she likes to drop hints - he's a finisher, raising the temperature of her threats to inhumane levels. It's not only like that tho. He finds the cutest, terrible, cheesiest nicknames for her, making her giggle like a teenager. During her time at the western deserts of Orlais, she was used to write small diaries to send him every four to five days, attaching souvenirs and various items that he could appreciate whenever the correspondance arrived. Also when it's risky to communicate in ordinary ways, they insert cryptic messages inside reports so to let the other know they're fine. I fucking hate these two, really.

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

Elanor

Absolutely not, even if she took painting classes - that she dreaded. I think that if abstract painting was a thing she'd be a pro. But she'd never try it, really, she's not interested <<

Hawke

Professional doodler of penises in the corner of textbooks pages. He needs to draw alchemic circles and plants in his grimoire for future reference, but he's not really good at it.

Ankh

She can and she's pretty amazing at technical drawing! Can draw straight lines and almost perfect circles. Anything else like portraits, flora and fauna, and all things slighty organic are a bit of a flop tho.

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Emoji Ask Meme

#long post #oc emoji asks #ankh #elanor cousland #kerry #I wanna throw them and their LI out of the window and cry for a week straight #they're dreadful! all of them #...and they make me smile like an idiot every single time lol

[prismatica-the-strange]

All I See is Your Heart

Warnings: 18+, fluff, allusions to sex

Synopsis: That's not detangler

Pairings: Forged in Hellfire

Song: In My Eyes by The Afters

"Uh, hey babe?" Eddie calls from the ensuite bathroom of her room.

"Yeah? What's up- Wh-what's going on with your hair?" Mika laughs when he comes into view, his curly hair proofed to about 3 times it's normal poofy-ness.

"I have no idea!" He whines, ring adorned fingers trying to pull and flatten it down, "I don't know what happened!"

She gets up and wraps a few locks around her finger. Her eyebrows furrow and she brings it to her nose, it smells familiar.

"Eddie?" She looks at his upset eyes, "What were you doing in there?"

"Trying to brush my hair. I used some of your detangling spray because I was having a hard time getting the brush through-"

"W-wait. What detangling spray?"

He looks at her confused, jutting his thumb towards the bathroom.

"The... the one on the counter? It's white and blue and kinda smells like... like bananas...?" He trails off when she shakes her head, "No?"

"No," she stifles another laugh, when his mouth forms a small 'o'.

"Then what did I-?"

"Sea Salt spray," she giggles, "I use it to give my hair volume and waves."

"Well shit."

She can't stop laughing when he groans, her hands fluffing his frizzy curls, "You look so cute like this!"

"Stoooop!" He whines, pressing as much of his hair down as he can.

"Aw, I'm sorry," she coos, "Maybe next time you'll read the bottle?"

"Mikaaa!" He cries, "Can you fix it?"

"Uh..." She examines his hair, "I... don't know."

"Can you try?" He looks at her with the biggest doe eyes she's ever seen.

"Yeah, come with me," she snags her finger in one of his belt loops, pulling him back into the bathroom.

She goes to lean his head over the tub but he stops her.

"Y'know, if you wanted to see me shirtless," he pulls the fabric over his head, "You could've just asked. No need to trick me with hair sprays."

"Y'know if wanted to get me wet," She shoots back playfully, motioning at the tub, "You didn't have to spray random shit in your hair."

He looks at her with wide eyes and a small smile, "If I didn't look like a god damn poodle right now, I'd make you eat those words."

"Promises, Promises," she teases, pressing her lips to his. She gets an idea and laughs, "Wait!"

"What?" He watches her rummage through a drawer before turning back to him and pointing at the toilet.

"Sit," she commands and he does, resting his elbows on his knees.

She runs into her room and comes back with a stick of eyeliner and her Polaroid.

"Uh... w-what are we doing?" He sits up nervously.

"Just hold still."

She kneels between his legs, fingers holding his chin towards her, uncapping the eyeliner with her teeth. His cheeks heat up as he watches her study his face.

She hums to herself before running the makeup across his skin.

"Uh... Mika?" He mutters after a minute, "What're you doing there?"

"Face. Still," she says, "Do you remember how I tried to convince Ellens to put on Cats?"

"Yes...?" She'd worked for hours to get the makeup right, and it dawns on him what she's doing, "Mika No!"

"I've already started!" She whines when he tries to move, "Please? Your hair looks like a pretty lion's mane and I couldn't help myself."

His cheeks go from pink to crimson and he let's her pull him back down on the toilet lid, "You're too good with that mouth."

"I'd say you have no idea," she teases, nuzzling her face into his inner thigh, close to his crotch, looking up at him through her lashes, "But I think out of all people, you do."

He groans, "Little she-devil... fine!"

She leans up and kisses him quickly before going back to his feline-esque transformation.

"Oh my god you look so cute!" She gushes, painting on the final touches.

"Yeah, sure I do," he looks anywhere but her excited eyes.

"Picture time!" She snatches the camera from the counter and points it at him, "C'mon! Look at me!"

He looks at the camera in her hands, looking completely unimpressed, eyes blinking rapidly when he's blinded by the flash.

"Are we done now?"

"No!" She pouts, shaking the freshly printed photo, "I want a good picture of you."

He glares at her for a moment before rolling his eyes, "Alright, how do you want me?"

"Tied to the bed, but for now if you could give me a little rawr?"

He chokes on spit before bursting into a laugh, frizzy curls shaking.

She takes another picture.

For the third picture he holds his hands up like claws and bares his teeth to the lenses, hair perfectly framing his face.

"I love it baby," she's a giggling mess which pulls giggles from him until they're leaning on each other for support.

"Alright," she gasps, kissing whatever skin she can reach, "Let's wash your face, and see if we can't get this crap out of your hair, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay."

He basically purrs as she works shampoo into his hair, trying to push his head closer to her hands.

"Hold still baby boy," she murmurs, scratching his scalp, "Lemme take care of you."

"I fucking love you," he groans. He feels all warm and soft as she washes his hair, "Can we do this again?"

"En-biggen your hair?" She asks, "Or do a spa day?"

She yelps and giggles when he pinches her thigh.

"Okay, okay," she laughs, "We'll schedule some more spa days.... we can do our hair and nails, maybe some face masks and makeup, listen to some girly tunes and watch some trashy reality tv."

"And cuddle?"

"And cuddle."

"And kiss?"

"You can have all the kisses you want, love."

"I dunno if you're capable of that many kisses," he teases.

"Mmm, I guess we won't know unless I try," she leans him back into the tub, running warm water through his soapy hair. When all the soap is gone, he straightens up and she kisses him, once, twice, a third time.

"More," he sighs, making her smile.

"Conditioner first," she holds up a bottle and he melts back into her hands.

By the end of his impromptu salon treatment, his hair is nearly back to its normal volume and smells like raspberry-rose.

"I like smelling like you," he hums against her neck, snuggling up to her.

Neverending Story is playing on the tv as her fingers trace one of his tattoos. They're both on the verge of dozing off.

"I like when you smell like me too."

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Forged in Hellfire taglist: @pointlesslygay

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x OC #prisma self ships #forged in hellfire #prisma writes #Eddie Munson fluff

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

37

JASPER SITWELL was on all accounts a little weird. Sweaty, mostly. Dabbing at his forehead and asking Steve if he was comfortable. Steve was, and he told the beta so. He had a small office at the Loch Firm and Steve felt bad for him to not have any windows since the firm was the garden level of a brownstone sandwiched between similar brownstones.

He wasn't just sweaty though. Oh no, he was also fidgety. Jumpy. Nervous. Constantly checking in with Steve and how he was doing. Steve supposed that his attentiveness was desirable, but mostly Steve just wanted to get it all over with. It was bad enough that he was even doing this when he had vowed to spend the rest of his life with Hodge, and now he was ending things. And once he went to his doctor after the baby was born, the bond wouldn't be there anymore either.

"Any questions?" Mr. Sitwell asked at the end of the consultation.

"No, I'm all good," Steve assured. Standing from the comfortable, expensive chair, Steve held his hand out to the bald man, "Thank you."

Briefly, the man glanced down at Steve's hand with wide, surprised eyes before taking Steve's hand in his sweaty one, "All a part of the job."

Smiling, Steve nodded, letting go. Mr. Sitwell opened the office door for him and said, "Ava will schedule your next appointment."

"Alright, thank you," Steve smiled, turning to leave only to bump into someone else. Trying to steady himself, he was grateful for the other person's help, "Ope. I'm so –" Stopping himself when he looked at the person, "Bucky?"

"Steve?" The brunet asked, pleasantly surprised to see him. "What're you doin' here?"

"I'm meeting with my divorce attorney," Steve gestured to Mr. Sitwell. "What are you doing here?"

"This is my firm," Bucky chuckled.

Steve looked around at the hall as though that encompassed the entire business, "Wow."

Playfully rolling his eyes, Bucky removed his hands from Steve and shoved him into his black slacks pockets. Steve took a moment to mourn the loss of touch, but only a moment. Especially when Bucky offered, "I was just about to get lunch, if you'd like to join me."

"Okay," Steve easily agreed. Turning back to his new attorney, he said, "Thank you, again."

"Of course," Mr. Sitwell squeaked out and re-entered his office.

Leading him towards the front of the house, Bucky used his key card to enter the lobby area. Steve continued walking straight, heading for the entrance, but Bucky stopped him with a light tug on his sweater. Steve's brows furrowed when he looked back at the brunet, but the alpha opened another door with a staircase.

"I already ordered a pizza," Bucky sheepishly admitted, leading up to the main level of the house. "But I can order something else, if you want. I'm pretty close with the delivery kid."

"Pizza 's fine," Steve assured, reaching the landing. Noticing that this most definitely wasn't a part of the business, Steve dumbly asked, "Is this your house?"

Bucky gauged Steve's reaction, nodding, "Yeah."

"Wow," Steve repeated, just as impressed as he had been downstairs.

A fond smile tugged at Bucky's lips as he led the way further into the house. Passing through the living room and into the dining room, Steve paused. There, on the wall was an oil painting of a delicate floral teacup with mystic blue tea. In awe of seeing his own artwork on the alpha's wall, he stepped up to it with one hand raised. Teasing, "If you wanted a picture, I would've given you one for free."

"Nonsense," Bucky dismissed, standing beside Steve. "You deserve to be adequately compensated for your work. You're really talented."

Cheeks heating, Steve directed his gaze downward. He could still see a little beyond his baby bump, but his attention was set on the bump as the baby was awake and kicking like a demon trying to escape Hell. At one sharp kick, Steve winced and held his stomach all the while the popping sensation against his womb continued.

"Everything okay?" Bucky asked, steel-blue eyes concerned.

"Yeah," Steve assured. Trying to soothe the unborn pup, he told the alpha, "They're just tryin' to bust their way out."

Nodding, Bucky allowed his gaze to linger on Steve's protruding abdomen. Then, he brought his eyes up to Steve's and asked, "Mind if I have a word with them?"

For a moment, Steve's heart hammered against his ribcage. No one had talked to them except for Steve. Not even Hodge. But he wasn't going to be winning any Parent of the Year award anytime soon, if ever.

Feeling himself get emotional, Steve cleared his throat and half-joked, "Maybe they'll listen to you better than they listen to me."

Then, the alpha surprised him further by dropping to a knee in front of him. Bucky framed the baby bump with each hand and got up nice and close. With his mouth almost touching Steve's twenty-three week bump, Bucky started, "Take it easy in there, bud. Your pops loves you more than you'll ever know, so be kind to –"

A powerful kick landed almost exactly where Bucky's mouth was. Instantly, the alpha's eyes widened and a grin formed on his lips. Bringing his hands to the spot, Bucky looked up at Steve, asking, "Did you feel that?"

"'Little hard not to," Steve chuckled, tears building in the rim of his eyes.

Instantly, Bucky's expression dimmed and he rubbed at the spot where George-or-Danielle had kicked; trying to soothe the petite – and overly-hormonal – omega. Affectionately, Bucky reprimanded the overzealous fetus, "'Ya gotta be easier on your pops, y'hear me, bud?"

"What're y'gonna do? Ground them?" Steve teased, sniffling.

"Maybe," Bucky bit back his grin.

Wiping his tears away, Steve couldn't believe how much he had fucked everything up. How could he ever believe that Hodge would make a good father? Even if they stayed together – which was definitely not happening – he had never once tried to make any connection with their baby. No, not their baby, his baby. Only Steve's baby.

For now, a little voice insisted as he watched Bucky interact with the unborn baby. Steve shook his head. He couldn't get ahead of himself. He couldn't let his emotions and loneliness get the better of him. Not yet. No, not ever. He had more than just himself to think about now. He needed to put his baby first.

Once the baby started to settle down, Bucky stood again. Briefly, they just stood there looking at each other. A little dent appeared between Bucky's brows as they furrowed and hesitantly, he reached out with one large hand. Steve swallowed thickly, but didn't move away. Instead, he stood still while Bucky tenderly wiped the tears from his flushed face.

"They didn't hurt you, did they?"

Honestly, Steve shook his head, assuring, "No. Just a lot of hormones, y'know?"

Bucky studied him for a moment. He must've found whatever it was he was looking for because he nodded and turned for the kitchen. Over his shoulder, he said, "I assume things haven't gotten better between you and Hodge."

"Oh, they're going great," Steve deadpanned. Taking a seat at the breakfast bar counter, he watched as the brunet looked over at him in confusion. Steve clarified, "That was a joke. Well," he scent-marked himself, "They're getting better, just not between us."

"I'd say that's a shame, but I'm not sure it is," Bucky admitted, bringing over two ginger ales as though he could sense Steve's current, quick wave of nausea. Pouring one of the cans into a striped glass, he slid that one across to Steve. "Couldn't really figure out why you were with him to begin with."

"You're not the first to say that."

"I mean, no offense to Hodge," he took a drink of his own ginger ale, "But he's not as impressive nor as talented as he likes to think he is. All he seems to have are his looks."

"Maybe. Or maybe not," Steve shrugged. He had thought that his – soon-to-be ex – husband was talented. Beautiful and intriguing as well as determined. Perhaps he had just been blinded. After all, had he really been better than his late rival, John Walker? At the time, Steve had thought so. "He's got an ego, sure. But he's going to do great things, I can feel it in my bones."

"Any bones feel something about me?"

Ginger ale going down the wrong pipe, Steve choked on the soda. Bucky's face went bright red like a tomato and he clarified, "That came out wrong. I meant if you feel anything for me. Wait, that didn't... I just... Like how you think he's going to do great things. Do you think anything like that when it comes to me?"

Regaining his breathing, he hiccupped and chuckled. Bucky still seemed embarrassed but Steve couldn't help but find him endearing. He felt like a kid again with a schoolboy crush, and he quickly tried to squash those temptations.

After a moment of just looking at each other, Steve said, "He might do great things, but you're gonna change the world."

"No," Bucky shook his head, disagreeing, "You are. In fact, you're already doing it. You just don't know it yet."

I really wasn't expecting to be posting two in one night, but here we are! Well wishes and happy holidays Much love and appreciation Minnie ❤❤❤

[azureeyenews]

Thanksgiving: Chapter 15

(Editor's note: the poll tied again)

The voices in your head that give you the best advice are being remarkably unhelpful right now, so you take out your lucky cursed coin again and flip it. It explodes in mid-air, turning into a screaming unkindness of ravens. Hm. Probably bad.

Even WORSE, you're pretty sure you remember that Bronwyn means something like raven. And the last Bronwyn you knew was an asshole. Man, you hope this one's better. You trudge sullenly across the hallway, which is an impressive amount of sulking to do in about ten feet.

It occurs to you, somewhat belatedly as you knock on Bronwyn's door, that the last, horrible Bronwyn that you knew was this one, and immediately wish you'd gone to see David instead. He probably has the devil's lettuce, and instead you chose to go to an angry bible lady's room.

You're just about to turn away when you hear a "Come in!" and you know it's too late. Well, I mean, realistically you could, but that would be the worst of all possible things: SOCIALLY AWKWARD. You shiver as you briefly remember the things you said and did in middle school.

Bronwyn's room is covered in paintings and sketches of angels. And not like the friendly, sunday school kind- the biblically accurate ones. Terrible, fiery wings, piercing multitudes of eyes- goddamn, Bron's gotten GOOD at art. This is museum worthy, if it wasn't so scary.

"Oh," she narrows her blue eyes with irritation as realizes who it is, "you. Glad you're home. Now leave."

"Um, happy birthday?" You try to be at least SOME polite.

Both your eyes flick to the clock. Wait, how did you know it was Thanksgiving day now?

"Thank you," she forces a smile, "Happy birthday to you as well. Now get out."

"Look," you fumble around for something, "Have you seen Dad lately?"

She stares at you like you're an idiot.

"Yes. At dinner. Just like you did."

"But he wasn't there. It was just the 7 of us."

"Yeah. You know, maybe Mom was right about you. First you run away from home, no one hears from you in YEARS, then you show back up here and you don't even recognize Dad when you see him. You are the most undutiful child in the world."

She... might have a point there.

"Your art's gotten really good!" You try to change the subject, again, "Those angels are beautifully rendered. I- wait is that arabic on the Throne angels? Kind of a non-traditional choice."

"AVESTAN!" She absolutely growls, gritting her teeth and beginning to radiate malice.

"I-"

"You. Killed. Chorles."

You stop entirely, and for a moment your heart does as well. No one's ever said it out loud before. Everyone always told you it wasn't your fault, but... but you knew. She'd been so close to him. Almost worshipped him. Her big, hero brother.

"You killed Chorles. I was there. I saw it. I SAW YOU PUSH HIM. I don't CARE what everyone else says, I SAW IT. You MURDERED our brother. You ran away from home. And now, what, you're back? The prodigal child returneth for your inheritance? No. NO! Go. To. HELL!"

All you can do is stand there, unable to meet her eyes.

"You like my pictures so much? Fine. Take one," she tears the one you'd been admiring off the wall and shoves it into your chest with such force that you're physically knocked out of the room.

"Happy Birthday," she smiles sarcastically, "Now get out. And maybe find the courage to do the right thing for once in your godless little life and atone for the murdering our brother so you could inherit the family fortune."

She slams the door in your face.

That's... that's the Bronwyn you remember. Only worse.

Your feet feel heavy as you walk down the hall and up the stairs towards your room, feeling for all the world like the chains of Marley's ghost are weighing you down. That's the wrong holiday, but whatever.

You hurl yourself down on your bed and open up the drawing, blankly staring at it without seeing as her words bounce around in your brain. You don't know how long you lay like that before it slowly dawns on you that something's not right. It's a smell. A familiar smell.

You think its your room at first, but... no. Old incense and ozone, like lightning hit a joss stick.

Magic. OLD magic. Here. In your room. You blink. No, not your room- your HANDS.

Bronwyn's drawing is literally MAGICAL. How in the world...?

Your fingers trace the delicate Avestan characters. You can't read them, but you've spent so long surrounded by magic you know it by smell now. You have just been gifted a SCROLL OF LOCATE OBJECT. You stick it in your inventory for later.

Something isn't adding up here. Bronwyn, a painfully devout Christian, has been copying some sort of Avestan-language grimoire with enough fidelity that the magic literally rubbed off. One with old, weird angels. And she's insisting Dad was at dinner, when he wasn't.

At least two of your siblings are dabbling in real magic. Old, OLD magic, back before the Arcane and Divine schools diverged. Meanwhile your mom's ghost is evidently living in the graveyard out back, and a different, unknown ghost has been possessing your family for generations.

You are in danger, and the mysteries are growing by the minute. You need to move. You decide to search:

[mountttmase]

THE CHAPTER I WAS WAITING FOT OS FINALLY OUT

That was the overwhelming feeling rushing through your veins as you smoothed out your shirt in the mirror, turning round to catch sight of the name and number on the back that sent a flutter through your chest. THE MOMENT HAS COME🫢🫢

I LOVE HOW YOI MADE HER FRIND WITH SOPHIA

‘We’ll have to have a picture taken, the Chelsea wives’ she giggled as she started the car SOPHIAAAA🫢🫢🫢

‘Oh shush, it’s only a matter of time. Pretty sure Kai referred to you as his girlfriend the other day so Mason must be fine with it. Anyway are you excited for the game?’IM MELTING

You knew Mason was concentrating so you didn’t mind him not looking your way but as they started to head in you watched his head whip up to you, a warm smile on his face as he sent you a wave that you returned but you stared at him in confusion as he made a twirly motion with his finger. You were unsure of what he wanted before you realised he was asking to see his name on the back of your shirt. You turned around slightly to let him see it and you watched his smile grow, blowing you a kiss before he was hurried inside and you took your seat again. GOD, I'M NOT OK, I LOVE THEM SOO MUCH

It wasn’t just the clothes though, you’d gotten better about being around other people, no longer shutting everyone out but it was at times like this, surrounded by lots of people that you didn’t really know that made you panic. In your head everyone hated you and deep down you were overwhelmed about how many new people you were suddenly letting in to your life like never before. You felt wondering what everyone thought of you, the rude scruffy girl that doesn’t talk to anyone and even though you knew it was a little bit silly but you couldn’t stop the thoughts rushing through your brain. I LOVE HOW SHE CHANGED 🤗🤗🤗 BUT SWEETHEART YOU'RE PERFECT, SO NO NEED TO BE WORRIED ABOUT STUPID PEOPLE

‘I um, I’m just going inside for a sec’ you told Sophia quietly. ‘I won’t be long’ and with that you shuffled back through the doors, not heading in any particular direction but just away from everyone so you could find a quiet corner to catch your breath for a second. Everywhere was packed though and you could feel your breathing becoming laboured as you freaked out internally, eventually making a beeline for a corridor you knew you weren’t meant to go down but you didn’t care in this particular moment. You just needed to feel safe and this seemed like the most logical option. I FEEL SOO BAD FOR HER, I WANT TO HUG HER SOOOO STRONG

‘That’s alright. You’re sat in the box, right?’ He questioned and you sent him a small nod. ‘Me too, come on. I’ll come sit with you yeah?’ SWEETHEART 🤗🩷

‘Yeah, t-thanks Woody’ you nodded shakily as you followed him back out. You noticed the game had already started but it was only a few minutes you’d missed and your eyes scanned the pitch to try and find Mason as Woody took up the free seat next to you. It didn’t take long to catch his eyes as he was was periodically looking up but you watched his shoulders relax once he smiled at you. I LOVE ALL OF THAT

‘Hey woody? Are you single?’ You asked, following him over to one of the comfy chairs and taking a seat next to him. AHAHHAHAHAH🤗🫢

‘She’s very pretty but I get the feeling she’d eat me alive’ YOU'RE RIGHT, SHE'S BEN'S GIRL

‘Yeah you’re probably right’ you laughed ‘She’s a bit of a handful’ you told him but you knew Freya needed someone to soften her up a little bit and Woody seemed like a nice choice. She was still upset that Ben was off the market now and you’d made it your mission to try and find her a date a least but maybe Woody was just a bit too sweet for her. ‘I’m just popping to the loo’ you whispered, slotting passed him so you could make sure you looked presentable for when Mason came out, even though you felt anything but and when you rounded the corner on your way back out you saw him with Woody. There was a concerned look painted on his face and you knew why as soon as Woody nodded his head to the corridor he’d found you in earlier. ‘Fuck sake Woody’ you breathed, hoping to of kept your little episode to yourself earlier but you knew Mason knew now so you dusted yourself off and walked over like nothing was wrong. I LOVE HOW WOODY CARES AND UNDERSTANDS HER TOO🫢🫢

‘Hey’ he smiled softly as soon as he saw you, his eyes lighting up as he held his out his arm out for you to tuck yourself under and he kissed your forehead gently as you settled into his side. All feelings of being insecure now out the window as you watched the loving smile spread over his face. MY BABIES ARE REUNITEDDD

‘I didn’t know if you’d want me to’ you laughed and he rolled his eyes playfully as he squeezed your shoulder. ‘I thought you might be tired and want to be alone’ O DON'T BE SILLY YOU

‘I can cook for us, Mase. You’ve been running about for ages I bet that’s the last thing you wanna do’ CUTE

‘I don’t mind’ he told you, holding you by your cheeks so he could kiss you softly for the first time that day. ‘You know I’d do anything for you’ I DIED

‘How about we do it together’ you reasoned, leading him over to the fridge where you got a few things out to make some pasta dish you always had at home and he seemed happy enough to take your lead and chop what you told him too. You saw his eyes light up again when you finally took his hoodie off before coming to help him, kissing your cheek as you came to stand next to him and you could tell how happy he was with his name on your back. HE LOVES THE SHIRT🤗🫢

‘Come here, I need a cuddle’ he whispered, holding his arms out for you to climb into. ‘Sorry if I’ve been a bit quiet, I just get a bit grumpy when games don’t go my way’ I LOVE HOW HE'S SHOWING HIS EMOTIONS OPENLY

‘I need to ask you about something actually’ he said, pulling back so you could look at each other and your tummy gave a flutter when he tucked your hair behind your ear. ‘Don’t be mad at him but Woody told me what happened today. That he found you in the corridor?’ he told you softly and you couldn’t look at him anymore, hiding your face out of embarrassment as you knew he was going to make you speak about it. ‘What happened baby? Talk to me’GOD I LOVE THAT SOOOO MUCH, AND BABY?🫠🫠🫠🫠

‘Well I’m glad he did. He seemed a really concerned when he told me, I think you really freaked him out’ he laughed. POUR WOODY BOY

‘You bloody will not’ AHHAHAHHA MASON

‘I know’ he told you, kissing your forehead. ‘But you know I don’t give a shit about what you wear, right? And I could never be embarrassed of you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. If anything I prefer you dressed like this than some of the shit I see the others in’YOU CAN FIND ME DEAD, BYEEE

‘Of course. I like you for who you are not what you’re dressed in and I thought you looked sexy as hell today he winked before letting out a big yawn. ‘Shit sorry, it’s been a long day’MY TIRED BABY, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SLEEP, SORRY

‘No wait’ he told you, eyes scanning your face quickly before looking into your eyes. ‘Will you stay? Like here, tonight. With me?’ OOOO🫢🫢🫢

‘That’s okay, you can borrow something of mine to sleep in and I’ve got loads of toiletries and stuff in the guest room you can use’ OOOO🫢🫠

‘I hope that doesn’t mean I have to sleep in the guest room’ you joked as he pulled you up but he just shook his head with a laugh, leading you upstairs and into the main bathroom. He showed you where everything was before starting the shower up for you so it could warm up before dropping a kiss on your forehead. AHAHHAHAH, NO LOVE

‘Come in’ he sung with a gentle laugh, and and you felt yourself blush as you poked your head around the door, feeling a little silly now as you made your way over to him with a few of the other things he’d left out for you bunched up in your arms. ‘Well don’t you look cute’ he winked as he emptied your arms and popped everything back in his wardrobe. It was only then you realised he was only in a pair of boxers himself and your mouth went dry as your eyes raked over his body. HE LOVES HER IN HIS CLOTHES

‘You okay, love?’ He asked, making his way back to you, his hands on your hips so he could pull you into his body and you shivered and your fingers touched the warm skin of his chest. LOVE

You felt a bit silly, getting upset at the fact he seemingly didn’t want to sleep with you but it was more than that. You understood things had ended in the worst possible way the first time you’d slept together but now it felt like he didn’t trust you and you couldn’t even speak to him about it. You weren’t sure if he was fully asleep but his breathing was slow so you carefully pushed him off and rolled over to face away from him before you felt the tears that had welled in your eyes eventually spill out. OH GOD, HES DYING TO SLEEP WITH YOU BABY, HE JUST WANTS YOU TO FEEL FREE

‘Hey, what’s up?’ He asked gently, kissing your shoulder as he stroked your side but when you didn’t answer him he nestled his head into your neck. ‘It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I think I know what it is’ he sighed, sounding defeated. ‘It’s not that I don’t want you, trust me I really fucking do. I just…’ he trailed off, sounding a bit upset himself and you quickly turned to look into his glossy eyes. MY BABY

‘Tell me what’s wrong’ you whispered, searching his face for some answers but you were coming up short. ‘You can tell me, you know? Even if you think it’ll upset me or whatever I just need us to be on the same page’ God I love these two

‘I know, I just… I’m a bit scared’ he laughed, a few tears escaping that you quickly brushed away. ‘And I know we should of spoken about it before but I didn’t want to make you feel bad or anything’ LITTLE BOY

‘You know I’d never do that to you again’ you whispered, knowing you were both referring to that fateful night. You kissed his nose as he nodded his head in your hand, deep down knowing that you wouldn’t but it was still in his head. ‘I get why you’re scared and I’m so sorry-‘THATS MY GIRL

‘I just feel like I’ve ruined this for us’ ‘You haven’t ruined anything baby, I swear’ he told you gently, your whole body feeling warm at the sight of his smile. OMG, IM CRYING A BIT

‘Maybe I’ve been overthinking too. I know it’s just sex and not something to get upset about like I have but when you kept saying you were busy and stuff I thought… I don’t know maybe we were spending all this time together and you didn’t find me attractive anymore or you realised you didn’t like me or… it doesn’t matter. But I need you to listen to me’ you told him, reaching up to hold his face so he could look at you in your eyes. ‘I’m not going anywhere, I swear. You’re my safe place, Mason and I’m not stupid enough to mess that up again’ you told him, both of you silently crying as you tried to reassure the boy in front of you but you could see see him blushing even in the darkness. ‘I know where I belong, Mase and that’s right here with you. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt that’ GOD LOZ, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE HOW YOU PUT THAT IN IT

‘Maybe we just need to take the plunge and try again?’ He whispered against your neck and you felt the excitement run through you at what he might be propositioning. NAUGHTY BOY

He pulled back, shuffling on his knees before pulling you up by your hands so you could sit up and he pulled his top from you in one swift motion before his hands were at his boxers you were currently wearing, tugging them off of you legs so you were laid completely bare beneath him. HES FAST🫠🤣

‘I can’t believe I made think that you’re not attractive’ he said lowly as his eyes raked over you. ‘You’re fucking perfect to me, I adore every inch of you’ he told you, his lips attaching to your neck as your fingers dived into his hair. ‘I’ve missed your body so much’ HE'S SO LOVELYYYY

You didn’t give him a second to think when he eventually pulled away from you, rolling him over and popping yourself into the same position he had just been in so you could return the favour. You didn’t get a chance last time as he had made everything about you and the tent in his boxers was making your mouth water. You gripped the waist of his underwear and pulled them off him when he lifted his hips for you and you smiled at the way he sprung up against his tummy. I LOVE THAT🫠🫠🫠😏

‘You’re trouble’ AND YOU'VE NOT SEEN EVERYTHING MASON

‘Let me go get cleaned up and I’ll be back’ you told him once your breathing had returned to normal, and with a quick kiss on your nose, he helped lift you up so you could run off to the bathroom. You took a quick look at yourself in the mirror once you were done but this time you couldn’t stop smiling, itching to get back and into Masons arms. He was laying facing you as you came out and you returned his heartwarming smile as you slipped back under the covers. I LOVE HOW SHE MAKES SURE TO REASSURE HIM, AND THE TURNOVER SHE DID, NOW SHE'S HAPPY🫢🫠🩷🤗

The next morning you were awake before Mason and you used this to your advantage so you could spend a bit of time looking at him. He looked so cute as he laid there, blissfully unaware of how much your heart fluttered at the sight of his furrowed brows and pink lips that you wanted to kiss more than anything. MY BABIES

‘Please don’t get upset. It’s a me problem not a you one I promise’ he whispered into your hair as you fell against him, a sadness swimming through you at how panicked he’d been. MY MAN

God Loz, that was perfect

Thank you for putting my idea in it and for doing it in that amazing way

My favorite chapter for ever, my babies

Mum and dad are back stronger than ever

As always, I love how you write everything yore amazing in making me feel every emotion

Thank you for that amazing journey, love you so much🩷🩷🩷

Thank you for sharing it

I'm grateful 'cold hands, cold heart' made me found you🩷🩷🩷

Omg the highlight of my week 😭 I adore all of this

Also was it really cold hands cold heart you found me from? I’m so glad you remember that’s amazing

And I love your ideas they’re so sweet so thank you for sharing them with me and trusting me to write them I love getting to include them

As for this chapter though I’m so glad you loved it your feedback makes me smile so much I just adore it and you 🩷🩷🩷

[gaycey-sketchit]

(Gary anon) People finding an excuse to hate characters? A tale as old as time, unfortunately. Those these days, it feels like there's always morality and dangerous cases of policing attached to it. (Couldn't tell ya, honestly. Forums aren't immune to this, but there's a difference between those and upfront sites like Twitter and Youtube, where you're dodging landmines every week against your will. And that fact you directly message creators and directors? Ignoring works, but only so much)

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(Part 2) (when death threats are being thrown in droves) A break and some time to enjoy other things in the meanwhile (Mhm, the thing I remember distinctly is Oak being the one that gave Blue [and his sister] their pendant; which actually saves Blue at one point. Also has a picture of his granddad inside. And Oak being rescued by his grandkid a few times and playing an authoritative role sometimes) Keeping his starter a secret was fine, there was a fun mystery to it.

(Part3) Problem was that they practically kept everything ELSE about Gary a secret too. So you're left with more questions surrounding him than answers; no matter how strong a presence his character was. (And Tyranitar redemption) As said, I'm not going hold my breath on it and need to see how the PWC and Project Mew are handled first before properly speculating on how Journeys ends. But I am 75% certain Ash will have something post-PWC that determines his next step.

(Part 4) (We know it's at least either Mega or Z-move for Leon. If it's Pika-Z there, it's looking like G-max Gengar for Steven. Especially when it just had a training episode) Cynthia, the only thing I'm sure on is Dragonite being the final to make up for losing to Paul. (Generally curious how they'll react to the Twerp potentially ending up the strongest trainer in the world. They've always been secret supporters)

Yeah, and unfortunately it's hard not to think people grasping for any reason to hate on a perfectly fine character comes from some kind of prejudice, considering the kinds of characters that tends to happen with (when it's not related to shipping, but that tends to fall into misogyny pretty often too). Which makes it interesting that sometimes people will try to come up with "moral" reasons to justify it, like reading a character's actions in the most bad-faith way possible. (Leon as an example, gets painted as a bad brother with surprising frequency despite how clearly he loves and cares about Hop?)

Yeah, it's really hard to say why people who are connected by their interest in a piece of media so wholesome can be so cruel. It happened with the Undertale fandom too, I remember--Undertale being a game where one of the major themes is how powerful kindness can be, yet. For a while its fanbase was notoriously toxic (and also super transphobic, pretty sure people are still misgendering the nonbinary characters to this day).

Back when the fandom was obsessively hating on SwSh I remember getting called a shill for... saying harassing the developers and whatever poor soul runs the Pokemon Twitter is not okay. In hindsight I wish I could laugh about how petty and childish grown adults were about the Dexit thing, but prioritizing a game over the well-being of real people is kind of a horrifying sense of priorities.

But uh. Putting that really unfortunate topic aside. Yeah, the break for Pokeani is for the best. Giving us all some time to settle down and focus on other things.

Oh, I remember that! Blue took a razor wind to the chest and it probably would've killed or at least seriously injured him were it not for that. Thank goodness for Adventures Oak's forethought. (And now I've grabbed and started flipping through my copy of volume 3 and been reminded the scene where Blue finds where Professor Oak is tied up and rescues him is so sweet? Blue's so concerned and with how cool and aloof Adventures Blue usually acts, it's adorable.)

(But I will read my manga later when I'm not in the middle of responding to messages.)

Yeah, waiting until the right time for a big reveal of Gary's starter was fine (and interestingly in hindsight, it was subtly hinted at by him making his second appearance very briefly (read: he opened a door in Ash's face and walked off without a word) in the Squirtle episode, which was a clever bit of foreshadowing on the writers' part) but uh. They kept so much about him hidden and mysterious and it's hard to say why.

Yes, and Tyranitar redemption!

Yeah, I guess at this point only time will tell how that plays out.

Should be interesting to see how all that goes! Exciting stuff!

Yeah, it'll be great to see how the TRio reacts to that! They usually end up rooting for him during these things.

#Andrew answers #Gary anon

[tartagliad]

hi lovely!! (sorry if you are uncomfortable with that, it's a habit)

can i request a fluff with marius where he teaches how to paint and one day he stumbles upon us making a painting for him? thank youuu <33

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haha, hello to you too~ it's alright, I'm fine with it.. and hope you have a great day, here's your request.. (this is so cute-)

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Painting

Summary: Making a painting for him

Fandom: Tears of Themis

Character: Marius

F! reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

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Haha, so you wanna learn how to paint? you came to the right person

Why would you pay a high price while your boyfriend itself knows how to paint

Marius was really happy.. a little too happy...

Literally bought you a full set for painting and you're like 'boiii I can just barrow these shiz from you-'

He bought all of that so you can practice at home at your leisure time, so don't blame him for spending his money over $1.000 just for you

Yeah.. so you now have a lot of stuff..

Anyways- he's really patient at teaching you since he always said that painting needs A LOT of time to master it

Teaching you some basic brushstrokes, the perfect tone for your painting and so on

He even sometimes would bring you to a park so you can try to paint the view

Man would paint with you too but instead of the pretty nature, he painted you.. cause damn you look hawt-

So he would sometimes give you a paper with a drawing of you, not that he asked to frame it-

You always thought that this was indeed very adorable of him to do so :3

Because of this, you thought to yourself.. why not make one for him.. it wouldn't hurt to try.. right?

I mean, you just learn how to draw a person, you have to at least try it..

You were about to paint from one of his photos but then you remembered something, he taught you that painting something has to be something that seen directly in front of your eyes to capture the feeling and atmosphere

Yeah.. you have to paint when he's around, guess you have to be smart to do it

You're now out in the forest with him, it's not that far from the city, the place was well-known by a lot of people

But for today, he reserved the place so it's only the two of you there

Both of you are sitting near the lake where the view was beautiful

Marius was painting facing you, he's sitting on the rock, perfect

After everything is set, both of you started drawing, he was drawing the water stream and the trees behind you, as for you.. the trees with a bright sky and clouds (+plus him ;) )

You sketched the area in front of you and after that, you sketched him

It was rather challenging given that his clothes are.. detailed.. but at least he stayed still

Every once in awhile you were taking a glance at him, thank god he didn't notice..

The sun was setting but both of you haven't finished, you then got an inspiration from it

You started painting and try to mimic the hue of the area

Not long after you're finished, he was also finished

"Y/n, have you done yours too?" he asked, "mhm, just finish waiting them to dry" you reply

Marius walks to you and showed you his, "hehe, I also drew you~ I can't helped it." he smiles proudly.. of course sir, thanks

You laughed and compliment his drawing, "Hey, can I see what you've just paint?" he asked

Oh dear.. you loved the drawing.. but, will he loved it..? "hey, it's okay if it's not that good, you're still learning" he softly speaks

"Huft.. alright then.." you showed him the picture, and.. "O-oh.. oh wow.." he startled

"I know it looks bad but I've-" "this is so beautiful, I'll keep it~" he looks so happy it makes your heart warm

Softly smiling, you laughed and said thank you to him, "no.. I should the one who be thanking you.. this is so beautiful" he smiled, hugs you

After both of you got home, he'll put your drawing of him on a frame, he says it's a precious thing :)

"Onee-san.. can you maybe paint me again someday? the one you made was soo beautiful that I wanna see more of it, guess I am the perfect teacher for you~ hehe"

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#tears of themis marius #mihoyo #tears of themis #marius von hagen #tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis imagines #marius x reader #marius x you

[holden-caulfield]

Stairway To Heaven

↪︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Summary: draco and reader are best friends. Or so she thinks.

Warnings: one swear word i think.

Word Count: 1555

This is not inspired by the song in any way, but the title was fitting sooo

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You and Draco had been friends for a very long time, since you could remember, and yet it wasn't unusual for you to be found arguing with the blond at least once a day. Sometimes you would argue about his rude attitude or the latest student he had bullied, but most of the times you simply wanted to tease him. Apparently, seeing what new witty remark he could come up with was the highlight of you day. You loved the banter that characterized your friendship and you couldn't really imagine your life without it.

"I'm telling you, you two are made for each other!" squealed Pansy from the big couch in your common room.

"We are just friends, Pansy! Friends!" you replied incredulously as you plopped down beside her.

"Yeah, just friends... Y/n, it's so obvious!"

"Are you sure you're okay?" you asked feigning concern as you put your hand on her forehead to check her temperature.

"Oh, shove off!" she scolded, swatting your hand away. "Don't tell me you've never thought about it!"

"Of course not!" you lied.

You had thought about you and Draco being something more quite a few times now, but the prospect of ruining everything was enough for you to put that thought aside. You found yourself daydreaming about his soft blond hair and his sharp jawline more than you cared to admit. Not to talk about his eyes, always looking at you and making you feel as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

But you couldn't ruin your friendship. He probably didn't feel the same way and even if he did you couldn't risk losing what you had. The ease, the trust, the teasing.

In that moment, someone descended the stairs of the boys' dormitory, Draco. You and Pansy looked up at him, eyes wide. He stopped behind the couch, confused by the weird stares that you and Pansy were giving him.

"What?"

"Have you heard us?" you asked, slightly panicked. You didn't know why you were feeling this anxious, maybe some part of you wanted him to feel something for you other than friendly affection.

"Why? Were you talking about me?" his face instantly lit up with a smug smile and he leaned on the couch with his elbows.

"Why yes, in fact. I was just telling Pansy how immensely insufferable you are." you retorted, feeling incredibly relieved knowing that he hadn't heard you.

He got up from his previous place and resumed his path towards the door of the common room, scoffing. Before exiting, he added another comment, smirking playfully, "Oh and Pansy, me and y/l/n? Really? I hoped you thought more highly of me."

You knew it was nothing more than a joke, but why did it hurt? He had obviously heard you, he heard you saying that you couldn't even picture him as your boyfriend and he had said the same thing, yet it hurt more than you imagined. Maybe Pansy was right.

The next few days, you tried to forget about your new-found feelings for your best friend and your last conversation, but it was easier said than done. You felt as if you owed him some kind of explanation even though he expressively said he saw you just as a friend. Nothing more.

"Draco, wait a moment!" you began, preventing him from entering your first class of the day. He simply raised his brows and you continued.

"I wanted to apologize. For the other day. I shouldn't have said that."

"Said what?" you rolled your eyes, he was one of the smartest people you knew and yet he could be really daft sometimes.

"About you. That i could never see you as something else."

"But you are right. We are friends, nothing else." with that he left you alone and entered the classroom. You didn't know whether his answer cheered you up or devastated you. Definitely the second.

You tried behaving as always, but he seemed to be ignoring you. You had almost all of your classes together and yet he managed to avoid you every single time. Even when you could actually talk to him, he was different, he was suddenly very cold. He was with everyone but he had never been with you and this really bothered you. So you decided to confront him, you decided that you would have told him what you felt: your friendship was already in jeopardy, might as well completely ruin it. The idea terrified you, Draco had always been by your side and imagining a life without him seemed impossible. Maybe you did like him. Maybe you did love him.

"Draco! Draco, we have to talk!" but Draco sped up, not even glancing up. He had no right to ignore you like that so you quickened your pace to match his.

"Draco, we need to talk!" but the boy continued on walking, ignoring you completely.

"Fine! If you don't want to talk, you are going to listen." you asserted and Draco simply covered his ears. Mouth agape, you stared at him, still walking, almost running. The audacity of this man.

You swatted his hands away and he glared at you. He had never glared at you, not in that way. Pure hatred seemed to dance in his icy eyes, even colder than usual. You took a deep breath and started your speech which eventually turned in an incoherent mumbling.

"Listen Draco, i don't know what i did to deserve this, but i highly doubt i did something so spiteful to earn this kind of treatment." he still wasn't looking at you and continued his way towards the common room, but in his eyes something changed, he looked almost ashamed.

"You are incredibly important to me, you've never shown me anything but support and that's why i could never forgive myself if i involuntarily hurt you in some way. You are my best friend, for Merlin's sake!" Draco's eyes seemed to harden again and a scowl started to paint on his face.

"And i won't deny you that you're even more than a friend to me." Draco finally side glanced at you as the two of you were now walking up the stairs, surrounded by hundred of paintings looking at you curiously.

"I care about you so much and you don't even look at me. Every day i look forward to see your stupid face and hear your stupid voice, to have one of our usual stupid conversations and hear your stupid laugh so that every night i can go to sleep and think about your beautiful face and your beautiful voice, about our conversations and your laugh that i wouldn't trade for the whole bloody world." Draco was proceeding increasingly slower and you were walking side by side, trying to get him to look you in the eyes as you kept on going upwards.

"At least look at me, you stupid, unbearable, prissy, arrogant, pretty, handsome git!" your face was red with anger but he didn't stop. "Because what i'm trying to tell you is that i l-"

Draco abruptly grasped your waist and pulled you closer to him. You had been so engrossed in your discourse that you hadn't even noticed that the stairs were changing and that you were about to fall, one foot already dangling in the air. But Draco caught you and you were now pressed against his chest while he gazed at the void you were about to fall in. His chest rose up and down wildly and you could hear his heart thumping at a ridiculously quick pace under your cheek.

The stairs stopped again in front of a corridor but neither of you seemed to able to move. Then, Draco grasped your shoulders pulling you away from him but still exceedingly close.

"Are you ok?" his eyes searched yours for any signs of hurt and you just stared back.

"Are you talking to me now?" you asked sternly, making his expression go from one of concern to one of sorrow in a matter of seconds.

"I'm sorry, y/n." he admitted, eyes glinting as he held you firmly in front of him.

"For what? For being an asshole?"

"For not telling you before that i never wished for us to be just friends." his unexpected confession caused you to stare at him for a few seconds before a huge grin spread on your face and you took his pale face in your hands, which turned bright pink at the sudden contact. You kissed him, you finally kissed him.

"I advise keeping such displays of affection for closed doors." boomed a voice in front of you and you and Draco leapt backwards, clinging to the railing behind you with both hands. Snape eyed each of you with scorn before passing between you two and descending the stairs. "10 points from Slytherin."

As he got out of your sight, you couldn't help but burst out laughing and Draco followed swiftly. You then looked down at your feet, a big grin still plastered on your face. He inched closer, lifting your chin up to face him.

"So... you think i'm handsome." he said smugly.

"I also said that you are unbearable."

"Yes, but you think i'm handsome."

"But i-" he cut you off by reconnecting your lips together.

"I have to admit that i kinda like this new way of shutting me up."

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[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/6/2021: MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE (1932)

When I set up Blogtober, I usually try to be mindful of variety. It's as good for me as it is for readers if I choose movies from across time and space, rather than mindlessly gorging on, say, foam rubber monsterpieces from the American '80s. In the first week of 2021, I've found myself sticking pretty close to pre-code (or nearly so) Hollywood horror, which is a complete accident; sometimes life just dictates that you MUST pick a movie that's scarcely an hour long, and genre fare from the 1930s is an easy place to find that stuff. I guess I'm just making sure people understand that I'm not a specialist in that area, and things will change quickly as the Nightstream festival begins! But in the meantime, I cannot say that I regret any of my selections, least of all MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE.

Please note that this review is all spoiled up, because I found that I couldn't stop myself from rotely describing almost everything that happens in it. It is indulgently sardonic, perverted, sadistic, and sometimes, just gross. No analysis of my own can beat the impact of just saying what goes on in this picture, so I just let myself lazily repeat it all to you! Do yourself a favor and just watch the movie.

MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE is so depraved I'm surprised Stuart Gordon never took a stab at it. I'll just have to imagine what that movie could have been like, and Robert Florey's 1932 effort makes that easy to do. For this iteration of the often-adapted Poe story, the carnie-cum-mad scientist Dr. Mirakle was introduced to create space for Bela Lugosi, fresh from Dracula, and finer choices are rarely made. Mirakle arrives in Paris to exhibit Erik, a hyperintelligent gorilla to whom the doctor speaks in a freaky babbling ape language. His thrill-seeking audience quickly turns against him when he launches into a heretical defense of evolution, and mysteriously vows that "Erik's blood shall be mixed with the blood of man!" Things go further awry when Erik snatches the bonnet of the beautiful young Camille (Sidney Fox) and attempts to maul her fiancé Pierre (Leon Ames who, for my money, is much prettier than his costar). The crowd disperses in disgust, never guessing that this is only the beginning of Paris' troubles.

It's amusing that the audience so pious about Mirakle's support of evolution, when their enjoyment of the carnival is so debauched. RUE MORGUE is a blithely misanthropic movie that lets you know what you're in for right away. The opening performance by "the adorable Arab Angels" prompts a volley of dirty remarks from our protagonists, med students Pierre and Paul (Burt Roach), and their consorts Camille and Mignette (Edna Marion):

"We must continue our studies of anatomy!" - "Yeah, much nicer than visiting the morgue!"

"Do they bite?" - "Oh yes, but you have to pay extra for that!"

"Look how brown they are! ...Do you suppose they have painted themselves?" - "Shall I find out for you?"

It's hard for me to resist transcribing huge swaths of this movie's delightfully filthy conversation, which is partially attributable to a young John Huston, credited with "additional dialog" for this fine screenplay by Dale Van Every and Tom Reed. The saucy cynicism of a movie like WISE BLOOD seems apparent in RUE MORGUE; for the little bimbo Camille, Paris is a city of whimsy and pleasure, and she smiles vacantly at Pierre as he rattles off a list of grim conclusions to which a person can come, with which he is familiar from his hours in the morgue.

Pierre is found at the morgue almost all the time once a series of gruesome serial murders begins to fascinate him. The viewer knows that the river is being supplied with female corpses by Mirakle, who plucks prostitutes off the street to inject them with Erik's blood, in a bizarre attempt to validate the theory of evolution. According to Mirakle, his experiments fail due to the impure blood of his sinful patients, so naturally he becomes obsessed with acquiring the virginal Camille. He sends Erik to abscond with her, and in the process, the crazed ape beats the girl's mother to death. Thereafter it's up to Pierre to prove his innocence, and lead the law to Mirakle's lair before it's too late.

Lugosi praying at the feet of a murdered prostitute like a true psycho.

The scene of Camille's neighbors listening to her mother's violent demise, paralyzed with fright, is as horrifying as anything else in this enduringly horrific movie. RUE MORGUE would simply drown in its own darkness (not that I'd complain!), if it weren't for the crackling energy of the production. Karl Freund's typically kinetic camerawork seems to bring every object to life, and when married with the expressionistic set design by Herman Rosse (also from DRACULA and FRANKENSTEIN), the results are magical. I tend to think that this is my favorite performance from Lugosi, who puts forth an electrifying, stylized mania, but part of me remained aware that Freund's lens could have brought to life even the most wooden performer.

RUE MORGUE's only failing, if you want to call it that, is that it isn't exactly deep. There is none of the sweeping romance, plummeting tragedy, or soulful angst that Universal introduced with DRACULA shortly before the present film, and further developed with FRANKENSTEIN, in production at the time. There is only a collection of degenerate delights, and a bizarre quirk at the end that I don't know what to do with. Half way through the movie, I started to imagine how funny it would be if Mirakle's absurd operation actually worked on Camille, which would have to mean she's actually an ape, which would explain why she's such a dingbat, leaving Pierre to deal with the shame of bestiality, and Camille to run off with Erik. That would be pretty funny if it weren't that...Mirakle's experiment DOES work on Camille! I don't know what this is supposed to mean. On the one hand, it seems to confirm that the film does accept the reality of evolution, despite its association with the mad doctor. On the other hand, it maybe confirms Mirakle's belief that the blood of whores really is contaminated by their sins, which is...something. I don't really know what to say about it. But at least it's interesting!

Whether or not we know what MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE is ultimately trying to say, we can be sure that it is out to entertain us, even at the risk of obscenity. If you've never seen it, watch it this Halloween! Watch THE RAVEN and THE BLACK CAT to complete the trilogy! Watch it with someone who thinks they don't like "old movies" and watch it blow their tiny minds! Watch it just to freak yourself out, which is just as worthy a pursuit as the so-called fine arts. To further convince you, I will leave you with this absolutely bonkers ode to evolution from Dr. Mirakle, because...well, I just don't know what else to say:

"In the slime of chaos, there were seeds which rose and grew into the tree of life. Life was motion. Fins changed into wings. Wings into ears. Crawling reptiles grew legs. Eons of ages passed. There came a time when a four-legged thing walked upright! Behold, the first man!"

#universal #edgar allan poe #murders in the rue morgue #adaptation #bela lugosi #leon ames #sidney fox #ape performer #science fiction #sci-fi #horror #serial murder #blogtober #1932 #john huston #robert florey #tom reed #dale van every #karl freund #herman rosse

[stargazer-sims]

52 - To the Starry Skies

On the way home from Artie and Emma's house, Davian calls his sister Chloë and asks her if she'd mind keeping Kaji for the night. Félix already hadn't been feeling well, and after what they'd all heard from Sunny and Tae, he only seems worse. Davian is worried about him and thinks that he could use some rest and a little break from Kaji's constant motion.

Chloë says it's no problem. Kaji has apparently bonded with Chloë's boyfriend Michael over their mutual love of ice cream and blanket forts and their shared passion for art. She says they're currently at the kitchen table, creating a masterpiece in coloured pencil. Michael has even offered to teach Kaji how to paint.

Davian is relieved that everything's going well. It could've been a repeat of the disaster of Sophie and Katie babysitting Kaji, from which Sophie came away with tooth marks on her arm and Kaji came away traumatized by Sophie screaming at him for biting her. To be fair, if Sophie had paid attention to what Félix had told her about Kaji not liking to be touched, everything would've been fine, but Davian wasn't keen to risk another incident. Félix hadn't been willing to take the chance either, and readily agreed when Davian suggested asking Chloë instead.

"His bedtime is nine-thirty," Davian tells his sister. "He likes to have his bath around nine o'clock. He can do it by himself, but one of you will have to stay in the bathroom with him unless you want him running around in the buff. Oh, and don't let him use knives, okay? He's not great with forks yet either, but he can manage if you help him a little. He doesn't like cauliflower or broccoli, and uh... we think he might be allergic to tomatoes, so be careful what you feed him."

Through the phone connection, Davian hears his sister laugh. "Am I actually speaking to the real Davian St-Jean right now?"

"What?" Davian says.

"You sound like somebody's dad."

"Yeah," says Davian. "I guess I am, sort of."

"I never would've seen this coming," says Chloë. "Back in the summer, when you guys told me you wanted to have a baby, I thought you were out of your minds. You were barely functional as a couple, and I was like, 'these guys can't handle a kid'. But now, here you are. taking care of your man and looking after your little alien like an actual grown-up. Maybe you're ready for a baby after all.

"We're ready, and we're gonna make it work."

"You know, you actually might be able to do the thing, Dav. I might've been wrong."

Davian laughs. "Big of you to admit."

"I just call it like I see it," Chloë says. "You surprised me. You're doing good, and I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," Davian says. "That means a lot, coming from you."

"Anything else I should know about your alien?"

"Don't call him an alien. Other than that, just try to be patient with him, and don't touch him without asking."

"Yeah, Sophie told me about getting bit on the arm."

"She had it coming," Davian says.

"So I heard."

"Anyway, Félix will be there to get him in the morning. I've got to be in Newcrest at eight o'clock for a meeting with a guy about some commercials for a furniture store."

"Sounds boring," his sister says.

"It's not a music video, but I'll do whatever pays the bills, and I'll make it look fantastic."

"Holy crap, boy. You are getting responsible, aren't you?" says Chloë, and Davian can picture the grin on her face.

"Now that I've tried adulting, I kinda like it," he tells her.

"Mom will be pleased."

"I think she already is. Pretty sure she thought I'd be in jail or something by this point, but the other day she said she sees a big change in me lately. And we've been talking more, which is cool."

"Everybody sees a big change in you," Chloë tells him. "It's amazing. And I'm glad you and Mom are talking more now. You really should be involved in each other's lives, you know."

"We're working on it," he says. "Check this out. She said she's excited about her first grandbaby, and she said she wants to plan our baby shower, since Félix's mother isn't close by. What do you think about that?"

"I think somebody better tell her to consult with Félix's mother anyway. You think she wants to miss getting in on the baby shower for her first grandbaby? Anyway, it's not like Britechester is on the other side of the world or something. It's like, two hundred kilometers. It'd only be a couple hours' drive. Mrs. Blanchet could come here any time, right?"

"Yeah," Davian says. "You wanna be the one to tell Mom to talk to Mrs. Blanchet? I don't want to touch that one."

"Leave it to me," Chloë says. "When the time comes, you guys won't have to do a thing except show up at your baby shower. Me and Sophie and the moms will handle everything."

"And you'll handle the moms?"

"Right."

"Thanks, sis. You're awesome."

"I know," says Chloë, and Davian laughs out loud.

"Have fun with Kaji," he says. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Talk to you later," she agrees. "Tell Félix I hope he's feeling better soon."

"He heard you. We're in the car. We've got it on speaker."

"Thank you, Chloë," Félix says. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

They say goodbye and Davian disconnects the call.

He takes his eyes off the road for a fraction of a second, to glance over at his husband. Félix is leaning back in the passenger's seat with his eyes closed and one hand resting on his belly. He looks tired, and Davian can't help noticing that his face has that odd greyish cast that people sometimes get when they're about to throw up.

"You okay, Fé?" he asks.

"I've been better," Félix says. "I'm really uncomfortable, and I feel like I'm going to be sick."

"Do you need me to stop?"

"No. I just want to go home, so I can take a warm bath and then lie down."

"I'll make you some ginger tea when we get there," Davian offers. "That usually helps calm your stomach, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but I just want to rest."

"Okay, but if there's anything you need, you'll tell me, right?"

"I will," Félix says.

“Okay.”

Despite Félix's claim that he doesn't want tea, he's changed his mind by the time they get home. He drinks it in the bath, while Davian sits on the bathroom floor and keeps him company. They don't talk much, but Félix seems fine with that. He tells Davian he doesn't want to be alone.

When the bathwater cools off and Félix says he's ready to get out, Davian helps him climb out, dries him off and then helps him dress in some soft, loose-fitting pyjamas. He guides him up the stairs to their room. It takes a minute to get him settled into a position he finds comfortable, but once they work out the correct configuration of pillows and blankets, Félix says he's going to take a nap.

Davian manages to persuade him to nap by himself, although he doesn't seem entirely happy about it.

"I have to get my gear ready for tomorrow," Davian tells him. "I need to be out of here really early, and I don't want to try to organize everything in the morning. I'll be as quick as I can, and then I'll come back and cuddle with you. Sound good?"

The look Félix gives him is almost enough to make him forget about gathering up his stuff for the job in Newcrest, but eventually he acquiesces with, "All right, but I'll miss you."

"I'll be back," Davian promises, and leans down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "If you're already asleep when I come back, I'll lie down with you anyway, and I'll be right here when you wake up."

Félix makes a slight nodding motion, but he's pulling at his lower lip with his teeth, and his eyes are shimmering as if there are tears just waiting for the slightest reason to spill over.

Davian worries the entire time he's in the basement, packing up his stuff. Félix has been more needy lately, which is understandable given his condition, but today has been exceptional. He knows the conversation at Artie and Emma's place had upset Félix, and that he hadn't been having a particularly great day to start with, but Davian is concerned there might be something more going on. Maybe Félix is more unwell than he'd been willing to acknowledge, or maybe there's something more on his mind than the situation with Dylan. Whatever it is, Davian hopes he can get Félix to open up a little bit, once they're both in bed.

He carries his gear upstairs and leaves the bags in the living room. It'd only taken fifteen or twenty minutes to pack and organize everything but it'd felt like ages. Thankful to be done, he hurries up the last flight of stairs, to the bedroom.

Even before he reaches the top, he can hear the sound of Félix crying. He can't go any faster than he's already going, but he wants to. With genuine fear tugging at his heart, he practically jogs across the room.

Félix is lying on his side in a tight curl. He's clutching a pillow against his chest with one arm as if it's the only solid thing left in the universe, and his other hand is pressed against his mouth, unsuccessfully stifling the noise of his sobs.

“Félix, what’s wrong?" Davian asks, breathless with concern. "Are you okay?”

“No,” is the miserable reply.

"What is it, love? Why are you crying?”

Félix's hand is still partially covering his face, and Davian almost doesn't catch his response. "Because I missed you. Because... because I... I love you."

"Why are you crying about that? I'm right here," Davian says gently. He climbs onto the bed, and carefully takes Félix in his arms. "Tell me what's wrong."

For a few minutes, it seems all Félix can do is weep quietly against Davian's chest. but eventually he draws in a long shuddering breath and says, "I'm so grateful you love me enough to want to work on our relationship together."

"I love you all the way to the starry skies and back, just like in that song you sing for Kaji," Davian says. "I want us to last forever and ever, as Kaji says."

"Forever and ever," Félix repeats. "I'm glad you've been showing me that you mean it."

"Of course I mean it, mon amoureux." Davian pets his hair. "Where's all this coming from? Did I say or do something today to upset you?"

"No," Félix says. "It's not you. You've been wonderful.”

“Then, what is it? Is it that you're still not feeling well?”

“I’m really not feeling well at all, but that’s not it. It’s just… I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"Zahir and Dylan."

"What about them?"

"I was thinking we’d be just like them if we hadn't realized we needed to fix things before it was too late,” Félix says. “We’d still be fighting, and maybe we’d resent our baby instead of loving her.”

“It’s okay,” Davian says. “We love her and we want her.”

“Yes, but what if we hadn’t decided to make the effort to change? What would’ve happened? It’s upsetting to think that we might’ve been one argument away from not having her.” His voice is barely audible as he adds, “Or each other.”

"Even if we decided not to have a baby, I'd still want you."

"Me too, but there was that awful moment when I thought you were going to leave. I thought I'd have to choose, but how could I, when I want you and I want our baby too? I didn't know what to do, and I was so scared. I... I couldn't—"The rest of the sentence gets lost in a new little flood of tears.

"Shh... shh... it's okay," Davian soothes. "Don't cry."

"I... I can't help it."

"It's okay," Davian says again. "I'm sorry you were scared, and I'm never going to stop feeling bad for making you feel like you had to choose. I didn't mean for that to happen. You know I never want to hurt or scare you."

Félix sniffles. "I don't want to lose you. That's my biggest fear."

"I'm not going anywhere. Not without telling you, at least," Davian says. He continues to stroke Félix's hair, and is relieved when he senses Félix is starting to settle a bit. "If I get overwhelmed and I feel like I need to run, I know what to do about it now, so there shouldn't be any more random vanishing acts."

"Promise? I couldn't bear it if you left me now."

"I promise I'm not going to leave you, now or ever," Davian says.

"Thank you," Félix whispers.

"This thing with Dylan and Zahir is really weighing on you, isn't it?"

"Yes," Félix admits. "I know their life and their relationship is none of my business, but I can't stop thinking about it. They seemed like such a good couple, and I thought they really wanted a child."

"I think we all thought that."

"Dylan seemed so happy and excited about it in the beginning.”

“Do you think he was excited about having a kid, or excited about the idea of having a kid?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s the whole expectation versus reality thing,” Davian says. “You know, how you daydream about something so much that you kind of build up this unrealistic picture of it in your head? Then, whenever the real thing happens or you get what you thought you wanted, it’s a total shock because it’s nothing like what you imagined.”

“I did that a little, in the beginning,” Félix says. “But it’s not making me want to change my mind.”

“I did it too,” Davian says. “Before we even started the process, I had my ideas about how it was gonna go. That’s why I struggled so hard at the beginning, ‘cause it wasn’t looking anything at all like I thought it was going to, and the reality was scaring the hell out of me.”

“You were thinking we shouldn’t have a baby after all, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, but not because I didn’t want one. It was only because I was so freaked out by how difficult it was going to be, especially for you. I didn’t want you to suffer. I don’t like seeing you in pain or not feeling good,” Davian tells him. “Once I calmed down, though, I was fine. Well… mostly fine.”

“Mostly?”

“I’m still worried, and I’m still scared sometimes.“

“I think that’s normal,” Félix says. “But you don’t feel like we made the wrong choice?”

“Not at all,” Davian assures him. “Maybe we should’ve thought it through a bit more, but I think we were always going to want this in the end. I wouldn’t want to stop now. Not for anything.”

Félix is silent for a while, but at last he says very quietly, "Do you think Dylan will really do it? The... the termination, I mean."

"I don't know," Davian says. "I hope not, 'cause I wouldn't want to think of him having to live with that choice for the rest of his life. But, maybe he's the type who'd be totally fine with it? Who knows? I guess if you don't think of it as a person, maybe it'd be okay."

"I thought of our baby as a person the moment I knew she was inside me."

"I don't know if I did," Davian confesses. "Maybe in an abstract way? Like, I knew she was in there, and I didn't want anything to happen to her, but it was a little hard for me to think about her in like, tangible terms. When she became really real for me was a couple weeks ago, when we heard her heartbeat."

“That was magical,” Félix says.

“It really was. It was like she was saying hello to us.”

“Letting us know she’s there.” Félix slides one hand down to caress his growing belly. “I love her so much already, even though we’re still months away from meeting her. I can’t imagine ever wanting to give her up, much less deliberately doing… what Dylan says he wants to do.”

“Me either.”

“How does someone reach a point where they decide to do something so horrible and desperate?”

“I’d say ‘desperate’ is the right word,” Davian says.

“One would have to be, if they thought that was the best alternative,” says Félix. “But how could something like that even happen? How does anyone go from joy to desperation so quickly?”

"Know what I think?" Davian says. "I think complacency is the reason why Zahir and Dylan are where they’re at right now.”

"Complacency?"

"Yeah. When things are mostly easy for a really long time, people get used to it. Like, they get set in their ways or whatever. Then, when something big hits, they can't deal with it, and you start seeing them react in ways you never expected they would."

"Do you think they believed having a baby would be easy?"

"I kinda get the feeling maybe Dylan did, and when things started going sideways, his instinct was to try to escape from the problem. I totally get that, because it's my instinct a lot of the time. But, I know it's just gonna end up hurting both of us if I take off again, which is why I'm trying really hard to fight it now whenever I feel like I gotta run. It's still a challenge, though. You know?"

"I know, but you've been doing so well."

"Because you told me how much I was hurting you before, and I don't want to do that any more," Davian says. "But, maybe Dylan doesn't realize he's hurting Zahir, or he's too afraid and angry to care right now."

“Or maybe he really doesn’t love him.”

“Maybe,” Davian concedes. “I think he probably does, though. I mean, look at how many people assume that I don’t really love you, just because I’m absolute crap when it comes to talking about feelings and stuff. But, you know it’s not true.”

“Please don’t say negative things about yourself. I don’t like it when you do that,” Félix says. “None of us are perfect, but I know you’re trying your best to change, and you’re getting better at communicating. You’re not crap. You’re a work in progress.”

Davian smiles. “I love that you’re willing to put up with me while I figure stuff out.”

“We’re both figuring things out, mon cœur. I’m trying to learn how to be less bossy, and less clingy, and less… lots of other things I know you don’t like.”

“You can be as clingy as you want,” Davian says. “I realize it’s hard for you to not be like that right now, and I don’t mind.”

“Hormones,” Félix says.

“Hormones,” Davian echoes. “I know they’re making you feel all weird and not like your normal self, but look at what we’re getting out of it.”

“Bad skin, strange cravings, mood swings, and morning sickness that sometimes lasts into the afternoon.”

“And fabulous hair. Don’t forget the fabulous hair.”

“It is a lot fuller and shinier now, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. It’s gonna look great on the beach, with the ocean breeze blowing through it," Davian says. "I can already see you looking super sexy in your bikini, strolling along that golden sand in Tartosa.”

“I can hardly wait to go there with you," Félix says. "I want to explore everywhere, and try new food, and I want you to make love with me under the stars.”

“Just like our very first time.”

Just like that. Slow and gentle, like we’re learning each other’s bodies all over again.”

“I love you so much,” Davian says. “You’re amazing and beautiful, and I definitely want to make love with you on the beach.”

Félix snuggles close and rests his head on Davian’s shoulder. “Remember what we talked about the night of the Internet Awards? How you said I should get a pretty white dress, and we could repeat our vows in front of our family and friends?”

“I remember,” Davian says. “Things got so crazy, we never actually revisited that idea, did we? You deserve a nice wedding, or... whatever we'd call it, since we're already married. Getting married by a chaplain in the field hospital in Belomisia wasn't much."

"Yes, it was. It was everything," Félix says. "I just wish I'd been wearing something other than camouflage."

"At least you were wearing pants. I was in a hospital gown, don't forget."

"I remember. The circumstances weren't exactly conducive to a suit."

"I'd still love to see you in a pretty white dress," Davian says.

“I still want to wear one, too,” says Félix. “In Tartosa.”

“This winter, while you’re pregnant?”

“No. After the baby comes. Next summer or autumn? If we start planning now, that will give everyone time to organize their schedules and their budgets.”

“I’m liking this plan,” Davian says. “Hopefully all our friends can come. And imagine all those cute babies in their little formal onesies or whatever.”

“Our child is not going to be wearing a onesie to our fantasy wedding.”

Davian turns enough to be able to kiss him on the forehead. “I don’t know what I like more, the idea of calling it a fantasy wedding, or the fact that you think our kid’s going to be wearing a fancy outfit.”

“Of course she’s going to wear a fancy outfit. Do you really expect any child of mine not to be fancy when the occasion calls for it?”

"You're right. What was I thinking?" Davian laughs. "Want to tell me about it? Your vision for our fantasy wedding."

And so he does. Davian holds him close, and listens while he talks about carrying a bouquet of yellow flowers and walking barefoot on the beach at sunset. As he continues to speak, his voice becomes softer and his words slower, until he drifts off right in the middle of a sentence.

As for Davian, he lies awake for a long time. He thinks about how lucky he is to have this intelligent, beautiful, gentle man in his life; this person who loves him steadfastly and who has such unwavering faith in his ability to become a better version of himself. He doesn't want to contemplate what would have happened if they hadn't made the right choices when they'd reached a crossroad. Most likely, it would have been exactly as Félix had said. They might have been just like Zahir and Dylan, one argument away from the end of their relationship.

Davian knows he would have bitterly regretted that. He would've blamed himself, and as much as Félix might deny it, he probably would've blamed Davian too, and neither would have been wrong. He knows his difficulty with expressing himself and his knee-jerk response to things that make him angry or scared are their biggest relationship hurdles. Learning healthier ways to manage his reaction to stressful situations has helped a lot, and although he still wants to try to outrun his problems sometimes, he's discovered that it's actually easier to face them head-on. Maybe not initially, but once he's past the hard part — acknowledging how he feels — it's less difficult to figure out how to move forward.

He thinks about Dylan, and wonders whether anybody's ever told him that running isn't the answer, that it's literally impossible to put distance between himself and his problems, no matter how far he runs. Maybe no one ever has, and he and Zahir have been really lucky so far, or perhaps he knows perfectly well and just doesn't care.

Davian hopes it's the former and not the latter. It's one thing to make a mistake because you don't know you're doing wrong, but it's another thing entirely to ignore what you know is right.

He wishes he could talk to Dylan, but he doubts it'll happen. If he won't even listen to his own husband or to people who are supposed to be his friends, what are the chances that he'd pay attention to somebody who's little more than an acquaintance?

Davian sighs. He tries to tell himself to stop dwelling on it. There's nothing he can do, and it's none of his business anyway. The best he can hope for is that Dylan comes to his senses before it's too late.

Meanwhile, Davian has his own life and his own love to focus on. As much as he'd like everyone to see the same positive progress in their lives as he and Félix have, and to be as contented as they are, he realizes the only relationship in which he has any control over the outcome is his own. If nothing else, he's determined to do his best to make it a success.

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You took a shaky breath in as you stopped midway of putting a clean sheet on the bed Mikasa would be sleeping in. The room still had some of her old stuff in it, it's just no one ever came in here after she left. You looked around at all the items she left behind. Smiling fondly at an old picture of you two, you noticed a small figure crossed out in the background. Glancing at the rest of the photos on the shelf, you noticed that every photo had something crossed out.

After looking at each picture, you came to the conclusion the figure was Jean. She must have only taken the photos without him and did this to the rest. You frowned and walked back to the bed. Carefully, you climbed onto it and propped a few pillows up to support you as you leaned back.

For the first time in two years, you got a good look around the room. On the side of the room with the door, there was a large glass window overlooking the balcony above the living room. You always found it strange that she chose a room like that when she usually kept those blinds shut. Her bed was in the middle of the room with a tv mounted on the wall across from it. On the other side of her bed, there were a couple of bean bags below the bay window that looked out on the driveway.

You sighed and took out your phone, pulling up old texts with Mikasa. The last time you texted her was three months ago when you got too drunk at one of Reiner's ragers.

mikasa

mikasas pleasdse

come home

i miss you

i miss you so much

we all miss you so much

come home to me.

She didn't respond to that and you wouldn't know if she even looked at it. She turned her read receipts off for everyone after the first week of trying to contact her. The only time she had ever contacted anyone was two weeks after she left the house.

Don't look for me. Don't contact me.

You got a lot of your friends asking if you got the same message. She sent the same thing to everyone who tried to get in contact with her. You still didn't know where she was or what she was doing. The only thing you knew was that she was coming home the next day. You sighed. Suddenly, you didn't feel like cleaning anything else. You briskly walked out of her room and dialed the number of your best friend.

"Hey, Y/n! What's going on?" Sasha's cheery voice rang through the line.

"Hey hey, Sasha. I'm doing great. At least, I think I am. Do you wanna go somewhere? You can pick me up? Or I can pick you up if you like."

"I'll come to pick you up, honey bunny, don't you worry." You heard her struggling with her keys on the other side of the line and snorted at the noise.

"Need some help, Sash?" You grinned while skipping steps.

"Fine, thanks." She grumbled. "I'll be there in fifteen! You stay put!" She briskly hung up.

Sasha had been your best friend ever since Eren's nineteenth birthday party. She caught you and Eren coming back inside just as she was about to leave, with half the pantry in her arms. She asked for your number to make plans to hang out and chat sometime. You happily obliged, which was probably the happiest thing you had done that night.

You tossed your phone onto your bed as you walked into your room. Your room was on the first floor. You got first pick since you were the one who inherited the house. The house was big and beautiful. It was also on a lake. Perfect for the parties Eren and Jean loved to host. Perfect escape from paparazzi.

Your room had big glass doors that opened to the balcony that wrapped around the back of the house. You had a great view of the lake. The room was painted white. There was a black marble fireplace in one wall with a small wardrobe you used for storing memorable items to the band. You didn't need to use it for clothes since you had a walk-in closet in the big bathroom you partly shared with your bandmates. Jean liked to use the large bathtub.

You collapsed onto the bed and stared into the vanity mirror next to it. It was then when you realized you were still in your pajamas. "Oh shit." Your eyes widened as you hurriedly stumbled over to the closet, falling over once.

You grabbed a pair of baggy sweats and a big t-shirt. With duck socks, of course. The outfit didn't look much different than your pajamas but Sasha would probably be wearing something similar.

You threw your hair into the easiest hairstyle you could muster. You grabbed your boots and hopped up and down while trying to put them on while also leaving the room. "Jesus." You muttered.

Your phone vibrated, signaling that Sasha was here. "I'm heading out with Sasha! You're on your lonesome!" You called out to wherever Armin was in the house.

"Okay! Don't be back too late!" He shouted back.

You laughed aloud as you realized how much he sounded like a dad. You opened the front door and ran to Sasha's car. "Let me in!" You knocked on the passenger window as she reached around to find the button that unlocks the door. Once it was unlocked, you swung open the door and hopped inside.

"Nice outfit," was the first thing she said to you. You glanced at her outfit and scoffed. Your predictions were correct, she was wearing something similar.

"Gee, thanks." You gave a lopsided smile and rolled your eyes.

"Where to, honey bunny?" Sasha said, giving a mock salute while her other hand rested firmly on the steering wheel. You giggled and thought about it. You called her on such a whim that you forgot to even plan anything.

"Uh how about Brain Freezes? I could really use a catch-up with Connie right about now." You suggested.

"That sounds like a great idea! Turns out you do have a brain up there." Sasha snickered.

"Oh good one, because you're the real genius here, clearly."

After a lot of lighthearted banter, you arrived at Connie's workplace. Sasha aggressively grabbed the door handle and slammed it open, causing the bell to fall off its perch and land on your face. "Oops." You grimaced and bent down to pick up the bell. You rang it in front of her face.

"Sasha! Y/n! My two favorite customers!" Connie jumped up and down on the other side of the counter. "How can I assist you ladies today?"

"I'll have the usual." You gave a half-hearted smile, head still impaired from the bell. Sasha had quite the habit of accidentally hurting you.

Sasha snatched the bell from your grasp and started ringing it. She announced her very long order that you could barely keep up with, but Connie was used to this kind of thing, especially with her.

You noticed one of his coworkers scowling at Sasha. You didn't like Floch, to say the least. He was always inviting himself to your parties but he was rude to all of your friends at the same time. He noticed your gaze and smirked.

He strutted over to where you stood, pretending to become very interested in toppings. "How are you, Y/n? It's been a while huh?" He leaned over your shoulder in a way that workers shouldn't with their customers. You made a hasty effort to slip away from his presence.

"It really hasn't. I came here last week. I come here every week and you say that every time." You usually tried to be nice to Floch, but today you didn't feel like being nice.

"Well, even a day without you feels like an eternity." He flirted horridly. You stared blankly at him until he awkwardly cleared his throat and traded spots with Connie at the register.

Connie took off his apron and handed you and Sasha your orders. "Sorry about him. That guy really can't take a hint even if it's right in front of his face." He shot Floch a venomous glare. "Luckily, you guys got here right as my shift ended! Wanna get out of here?" His previous anger seemed to dissipate in an instant.

"Yeah, I do! Where should we go?" Sasha beamed with her spoon still in her mouth.

"Can we just drive around? I've got something I wanna tell you guys." You played with your spoon in the ice cream, averting eye contact.

"Sure thing, Y/n. Let's go." Sasha and Connie said in unison.

Sasha let you drive her car since she was preoccupied with her mountain of ice cream. Connie didn't have a car, he failed his driver's test every time he took it. You'd think he'd learn most of the material by now. "Hey, Y/n?" He asked from the backseat.

"Yeah?" You nodded to him.

"Are you gonna finish that?" He said, referring to your cup of ice cream in the front cupholder. You sighed.

"Go ahead." He thanked you over and over as he leaned over and snatched it.

"So, Y/n? What was it you wanted to tell us?" Sasha wiped her hands on her pants and set the empty container in an extra cupholder.

You gripped the steering wheel harder then relaxed. You took a shaky breath in. "Mikasa is coming home tomorrow."

Connie started choking on your ice cream. "I know, I had the same reaction." You quipped.

"Mikasa..is...WHAT?" Connie managed between coughs.

"After all this time? It's been two years. Tomorrow? That's so sudden! Are you even ready to see her?" Sasha's mouth was gaping open. You leaned over and shut it for her.

"Yes, tomorrow. I still have to get the house ready. I couldn't even make it through her old room without calling you. Jean told us this morning. I don't think we should be worried about me being ready to see her. I think we should be more concerned about her and Jean." You informed. "But, then again, she told Jean about her return first. Plus he's picking her up tomorrow at the airport. So based on that, I think they're on better terms."

"You don't think they'll get back together, do you?" Connie said, his eyebrows furrowing.

You snorted. "Of course not. You know Jean is with Marco now, and he seems pretty happy with him. They've been together for two years now, probably longer if I'm being honest."

"Then what do you have to worry about?" Sasha asked, confused.

"Are you joking? I mean, what if she has found someone? What then? What if she quits the band forever? What if we argue? She dropped off the map two years ago. Completely. She stopped responding to me, to all of us. For two years I thought she lost her interest in everything and went to live a new life, with people better than me. And now she's coming back, out of the blue! It's too much." You stressed.

Connie and Sasha made quick eye contact. "Y/n, I think you're reading too far into it. I doubt anyone could lose interest in you. You're too cool! Let's look on the bright side, she's ready to come home and you finally get to see her again," Sasha said in an attempt to lift your spirits. You smiled graciously. You really were lucky to have a friend like her. "Right, Connie?" She gestured to Connie who looked very deep in thought.

"Didn't you and Mikasa go out in high school?" You almost crashed the car from the shock of the question.

"Briefly, yes. But we weren't 'going out' so to speak. We just, like, made out a couple of times." You could feel your face grow hot at the subject. You thought you were over your crush on Mikasa, but after hearing that she was coming home, the familiar feeling was coming back.

"You're going red, Y/n. I think it was more to you than just a make-out." Connie grinned while Sasha wiggled her eyebrows.

"You're totally in love with Mikasa!" Sasha sang.

"Shut up, you two. I don't wanna get into the details right now." You couldn't even try to hide your heated face since you were the one driving the vehicle.

"Not right now? So maybe somewhere down the line, you will?" Sasha raised her eyebrows and broke out into another infectious grin.

"Whatever, Sash. Enough about Mikasa and me. I really wanna hear about you and Niccolo." You gave her a similar grin while she slowly turned red.

"Nice one, Y/n!" Connie cheered.

"You idiots should just shut it!"

posted: 8/24/21

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