#BEFORE I SAY ANYTHING ELSE. The long hair is clearly better. i am happy to have the original image over my stupid phone edit.

[slugandthorn]

Annoyed in a very normal way that his portrait from school is the same length as his hair during the game. Don't worry about what's in the tags I'm sure it's a normal amount of text.

#.txt #BEFORE I SAY ANYTHING ELSE. The long hair is clearly better. i am happy to have the original image over my stupid phone edit. #im fact checking something kn the wiki and apparebtly in the manga he has a turtle neck instead of a dress shirt. gagging #i feel insane for this i cant find an answer. when he killed kens mom he was a freshman it was two years before the beginning if the game. #like. MAYBE he finishes that year. he didnt attend a second year right??? #so assuming he actually gets to live. and he goes back to school. hed have to restart there. and at the point junpei and the bunch would #be his upperclassmen and THERES NO WAY he would be able to deal with that. hes getting his japanese equivalent GED. #that was actually a side tangent because. well. anyway. #the MAIN point of the post: how only knowing characters from fiction AFTER a life changing event that has probably caused #a major personality shift and seeing that in his character design. #i feel like this applies. to a lot of my guys. but i feel like its also exacerbated in this case because akihiko and mitsuru knew him before #and we have no idea who that person was HES NOT IN THE FUCKING FLASH BACK AUURGHH. MAKE THE SPRITE. #this is sickening for shinji. given how sweet he is. whilst slowly killing himself. theyre so funny for that. #also design nitpicking. the pale skin obviously. also a controversial thing. i do like him having darker hair in p3d. #even if it was probably done to distinguish him from akechi. light brown hair doesnt suit him as well. imo. the only guy who thinks about it #p3d bias because they gave us the canonical beach outfit we never got and i just want him to have more outfits so bad. #im sorry im not a peacoat fan. ill allow the heels. #CAN I SAY HOW MAD I AM HIS FUNERAL PICTURE IS HIS FUCKING SPRITE. AND NOT LIKE AN ACTUAL SCHOOL PICTURE. JUST GIVE. AN ARTIST A DAY TO EDIT #im watching the funeral now <3 mistake. #insane the school held a funeral for a student who hadnt attended in almost two years. #top ten junpei moments though. #WHY ARE THEY AT SCHOOL THERES NO WAY THEY SLEPT. #mitsuru misses her fucking FRIENDD 😭 #i wont be addressing All That Shit the akihiko goes through. know it also makes me 🛀 #alright. repressed emotions expressed. back to doing stuff.

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Boyfriend

Written for @hinnymicrofic November 2023 - Prompt 1

So this didn't go in quite the direction I thought it would, and ended up being a bit less micro than I expected. Hopefully the Hinny isn't too tangential!

It was late by the time Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor dormitory. This had nothing at all to do with his desire to avoid both Ron and Dean, and everything to do with spending as much time with Ginny as physically possible - but he couldn’t deny it was a very happy side effect.

He took a moment to make sure his shirt was properly buttoned again, and tried to flatten his hair in a futile attempt to make it look like he hadn’t spent the past however-many-hours with Ginny in a variety of locations around the school grounds resolutely not discussing the Ravenclaw match. 

In the distance, he heard a door open, followed by a chorus of high-pitched squeals that cut off sharply as the door closed again. Clearly Ginny had reached her own dormitory. A soppy grin spread over his face as he thought of her again, no longer needing to imagine the taste of her lips, or the feel of her body pressed close to his. Unfortunately, this thought ensured that he needed to take a few more moments to compose himself before heading into his own dormitory.

When he finally pushed open the door, it was to discover that there was both good news and bad news. The good news was that Neville was already fast asleep, and (even better) neither Dean nor Seamus was there. Quite where they were given it was now well past curfew was a problem for someone else - Harry was perfectly happy to take the win. 

The bad news was that Ron was very definitely there, and even more definitely awake. He was lying on his bed, fully clothed, hands behind his head, trying (Harry thought) very hard to look nonchalant. 

Ron acknowledged his arrival with a nod. “Evening.”

“Evening,” replied Harry. He paused momentarily, then tried just as hard to look nonchalant as he strolled over to his own bed, and opened his truck to put his cloak back inside. Maybe, he hoped against hope, Ron wasn’t going to say anything else.

“So,” said Ron. 

Fuck, thought Harry.

“You and Ginny.”

“Uh huh. Me and Ginny,” replied Harry, hoping that his tone was as light and non-committal as he intended.

“You’re her boyfriend now, then?” asked Ron. 

Ron sounded conversational. Unconcerned. Calm. Harry was not fooled, not for one second. He shrugged awkwardly. He closed his trunk, then took as long as humanly possible to locate his pyjamas under his pillow. “Umm. Yeah. I guess so.”

Ron’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t know so?” he asked, sharply.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Uh - no, I am,” he scrambled. “I definitely am.”

Ron cocked his head to one side. “Huh.”

Silence. Merciful silence. So why, Harry thought, was he suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to fill it? He fought it as hard as he could but ultimately, failed dismally.

“I mean, I asked her, officially, if that was what she wanted. And she said yes. So… Yeah, I’m her boyfriend. And… I really like her. I have done for ages. I… I’m not just messing about.”

More silence. Ron nodded thoughtfully. 

“So are we… y’know, are we still good?” asked Harry, hopefully.

Ron gave him a hard stare. “Well that depends, doesn’t it?”

Harry swallowed hard. “It does?” 

Ron’s brows wrinkled. “Yeah. Obviously.” 

“Umm… what on?”

Ron looked at him as if he was exceptionally dim. “Harry, come on! She’s my sister! There are rules!”

Harry felt his heart sinking. This was the exact thing that he’d been afraid of, that had held him back for so long. And just when everything seemed to be falling into place. “There are?”

“Yeah. Rules,” confirmed Ron.

Harry couldn’t help himself. It was like he could see the headlights of the approaching lorry, and he just couldn’t seem to get out of the way. “And the rules would be….?”

Ron sighed. “Okay, if you’re going to make me spell it out for you.” He held up his hand, fingers splayed, ready to count them off. “Firstly, you don’t hurt her. Ever. In any way.”

Well that one was straightforward enough. “Got it.” 

“Secondly,” counted Ron, “whatever it was that I saw in the common room before, I don’t want to see that ever again.”

Well, that one might be a touch trickier, but he was sure they could be discreet. “Er… Okay?”

“Thirdly,” continued Ron, pointing at his middle finger, “you have to escort her to and from all her classes, carry her bag and her books, serve her at mealtimes, give her your coat if she’s cold, do any shopping she needs. You know, just generally look after her properly.”

Harry frowned. That sounded a bit full on, but even then, it wasn’t so much that he wouldn’t do it, more that he couldn't imagine Ginny letting him. “Er, Ron?” he began.

But Ron wasn’t listening. “Fourthly, you can’t be alone with her at any time. You need a chaperone, permanently.”

Harry blinked, hard. How on earth did Ron think that could possibly ever work? “What? Ron, I don’t think…” he protested.

Ron just ignored him. “Fifthly, you don’t touch her. Ever. Anywhere. I’ll let you off with the common room thing because we hadn’t talked, but you can’t lay another hand on her. Or any other bit of you, for that matter.”

And at that point, Harry decided he’d had enough. “Oh come on, Ron! This is ridiculous! You can’t really expect…” he began, hotly.

But before he could continue, a horrible strangled noise came from Neville’s bed, making him jump. He jerked his head towards the sound, then realised that Neville was shaking violently under his blankets.

“Oh my god, Ron! I think he’s having a fit!” Harry dashed to Neville’s side, visions of Ron convulsing in Slughorn’s study flashing through his head. Where was he going to get a bezoar this time? 

Harry pulled back Neville’s blanket and rolled his friend onto his back. Neville’s face was bright red and screwed up as though he was in pain. Except wait - no, that wasn’t pain, was it? It was… hang on, was it laughter? 

Utterly confused, Harry turned to look at Ron, to find that he, too, was now laughing so hard he was practically doubled up with it.

“I’m sorry, Ron,” gasped Neville. “I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. That was brilliant! I don’t know how you kept a straight face.”

“Oh, Harry - your face! It was priceless!” said Ron, tears running down his cheeks. “Don’t worry, Neville. I was running out of fingers anyway.”

“You mean… all those rules? You were making them up?” Harry couldn’t decide whether he was furious or relieved.

“We were talking while you were out, about how far Ron thought he could push you,” confessed Neville.

“Well, you just snogged my sister in front of pretty much everyone,” agreed Ron. “I reckoned I deserved a bit of payback.”

“So you’re not pissed off with me?” Harry checked. 

Ron shook his head. “Nah. If you’re nuts enough to actually willingly go out with Ginny, I reckon that’s punishment enough.” Then he looked thoughtful. “Though I really would appreciate you keeping the snogging to a minimum while I’m around.”

Finally, relief won out, and Harry’s face split into a grin of his own. “Deal.”

#hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry x ginny #hinny microfic

[yappingyuta]

You have to tell me these things

Miguel O'hara (spiderman-2099) x Black f! Reader Oneshot

Warnings: Smut with plot (i guess), angst, 2nd thoughts, nipple play, oral (female receiving) -their might be typos-

This is my first time doing this or posting, so please be nice and i am also open to any advice. The reader is also telepathic and often doesn't use her gift.

Miguel has came back home to his lovely fiancé after a day of saving the city. Sexual tension and lust is in the air but will Miguel be able to communicate the things he wants her to know.

You were in the kitchen going through the cabinets when you had heard the door to your apartment open and shut… Your fiancé, Miguel, would be home. He grumbled out of stress, but his face softened and his aura became friendly when he saw you… He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist firmly, planting the gentlest kisses against your neck… 

“Good evening, my love.” 

was heard after he buried his face into your neck… You couldn’t help, but smile… It almost sounded like he was desperate for something. 

"Good evening, how was your day?" You say smiling and holding on to the arms wrapped around you. 

“…Rough… but seeing you makes it better!” 

He smiled, giving you a few more gentle kisses along your neck… he then pulled back, looking down at you… his gaze was gentle, yet he blushed a bit before looking away. 

“How was your day…?” 

"Mine was lonely without you as always mi amor." 

He could only smile, a big warm grin on his face… you noticed his hair had come undone, it was quite messy and untied… oh how you missed it! 

“Ah… you sound just as beautiful as I remember you… did I tell you you’re the love of my life?” 

He would say, pulling out a rose from his jacket… he had a bouquet of flowers, so many flowers that he was about to give you… 

“Here.” 

"Thank you Miguel, it's beautiful." 

He seemed pleased… looking down at you once more before a playful smile spread across his face… 

“Anything for my love…” 

He leaned down to kiss you passionately, and he didn’t pull away… it was a long one to cherish… 

"Me haces sentir muy bien." You say as you pull away from his kiss, looking up at him. 

“Good… I want you to feel good… to be happy and feel loved… I want you to feel just how much you mean to me, mi amor…” He would then kiss your forehead, smiling softly and gently playing with your hair. 

"Miguel?" 

“Hm? What is it, mi vida?” 

He turned to look down at you… you could see the love in his eyes… he really was going to spend the rest of his life with you. 

" I need you." You huff it out. 

“And I need you, darling….” 

Miguel pulled you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder… he wrapped his arms around you tightly, giving you all the comfort that you could ask for. It was so comforting and relaxing… he couldn’t do anything else but just hold you close… you were his everything, he couldn’t wait to call himself your husband, and he couldn’t wait to call you his wife. 

"Miguel I don't think you understand me." 

Miguel paused for a moment, slowly coming to the realizeation… he gave a small smile, looking down at you while you blush slightly. 

“Oh, mi amor… did I misunderstand you? You meant that, correct?” He gave out another soft, small laugh. 

"Sí, papi." 

His hand immediately went to cover his face , he was extremely turned on by the comment 

“M-Mira!” 

Miguel would exclaim, pointing in your direction with a wide grin on his face… he chuckled nervously, clearly not knowing how to respond. 

" Miguel, stop playing hard to get just fuck me already." You say in an impatient tone. 

Miguel was absolutely stunned into silence at the words he had just heard… then he blushed slightly, a flustered frown appeared on his face as he tried to process just what was happening. 

" Do you not want to touch me mí sol?" You said as you caress his face with a hand. 

“B-But… s-sweetheart, this is all so sudden… I-I wasn’t expecting this… at all…” 

Miguel said, still blushing but slowly building up a grin on his face… it seemed this was just something he had to get used to. 

You move your hand as you start speak "Okay, I get it. I shouldn't be s-" 

“No, no, no! That’s not what I meant!” 

Miguel would try to assure you, taking your face in his hands to gently cup it with both of his soft hands… he looked down at you, blushing… there was something about you he just couldn’t resist… 

“Dios mío you’re so beautiful…” He said, his voice was a bit softer and more gentle compared to before… 

" Confío en ti con toda mi vida." You say as you hold on to his wrists. 

“I-I trust you with my life as well… I-I do… you make me so happy… you make me feel safe… even when you make me blush… you make me feel like I’m in heaven…” Miguel paused for a moment before leaning down for another gentle kiss… he held it for a few moments and then pulled back.. 

"Please miguel...please." A soft tone on you lips. 

“Anything for you… mi amor.” 

He would respond before giving you another long, passionate kiss. He pulled back, giving you a gentle smile and stroking your hair. 

“I love you so much…” 

"I love so much mi príncipe." You say. 

Miguel’s face glowed with happiness at your words… his heart beat steadily, his eyes filled with joy and adoration… everything you said filled him with so much love… enough love to last a lifetime… you had melted Miguel’s heart once again… 

“I love you, too…” 

He would say, kissing you again, the kiss long and passionate… he couldn’t bring himself to break it until it had lasted several minutes. 

" Now will you fuck me." You say as you grab his hands and start to led him towards your Shared room. 

Miguel didn’t respond, but he kept hold of your hands as he was led away… he couldn’t say a word to you, it was as if he was in a trance… it was all happening so rapidly… he was completely enraptured by you. 

As you stop in front of the bed you look up at him as his figure towers over you and grab his chin "I need you to say it, yes or no." 

“Yes.” 

He would whisper, but he hadn’t really thought about what would happen afterwards… he hadn’t really expected to say it out loud, let alone so softly and quietly… though, he felt safe and comfortable with you and no one else. 

"Then take me." 

Miguel was still very flustered, though, he was taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, he let out a nervous chuckle before grabbing your waist and gently laying you down on the bed, slowly following you to lay beside you… he was looking down at you with a small, soft, and shy smile… 

“Is this what you wanted, my love?” 

" Sí, mí vida." Looking up at him. 

Miguel's lips gently caressed yours, gently, slowly, and lovingly… he couldn't take the feeling… he was so overwhelmed by love… by pure, unconditional love… it was everything he could have asked for… 

“You're all I could ever ask for, mi amor…” 

He whispered to you, gently pressing his forehead against yours, blushing immensely. 

"Eres todo y más pedí para Miguel." You guide your hands under his shirt and pull it over it his head as you both shiver for release. Your hand caresses Miguel's face as he is bathed in moonlight. "Take off my clothes Miguel." 

Miguel would do what you tell him to, removing your clothes with great care while slowly trailing his hands across your body… he looks you in the eyes the whole time as his heart pounds, but he was taking his time… he was going so slowly… 

“You’re so beautiful, mi amor…” 

He whispered, his breath shaking a bit… he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were everything to him and he was so grateful to be able to call you his one and only. 

"Lay on your back for me" 

Miguel didn’t question it, he simply followed your instruction… laying down on his back, he looked up at you with a gentle smile… there was so much trust and love in his eyes. 

“Of course, I would do anything for you… anything you wished…” 

He said, waiting for what you were going to do next. 

You looked at his bare strong chest, he was always so built and bulk. 

You love his chest so much watching him breathe in and out as air traveled. You move down to his waist and grab his pants and boxers pulling them down in one go. 

He was already leaking with pre-cum at the tip and swollen. How could he look bigger than before, Miguel's size has never been a problem...You loved it. 

"I want this to be out while I do this to you" 

You move back up to his chest and begin to lick his nipples. 

He became warm at the feeling of your tongue… he felt his heart race and his breathing become much heavier and faster… he couldn’t help his reactions as he gave out a quiet whimper, feeling your tongue against him was very exciting. 

“I-I… h-ah…” 

You heard his heart beat pounding in your ears, he closed his eyes and he let out a gentle moan, he hadn’t had any sort of reaction to anything like this… it felt weird but… he liked it… 

" Do you like when I do this to you, I wonder how you'll react if I suck on them." 

You feel him buck his hips up causing his cock to graze your opening. You moan out as you suck on one nipple while playing with the other flicking it back and forth. 

Miguel felt his blood rushing through his body… was this… this felt nice… his heart was pounding… he was feeling so many things… all these new and different emotions was a bit much to take in. He couldn’t say a word to you, he was too overwhelmed… 

You look down and can see he is cumming as he grunts and whimpers. You take your mouth off of his nipples 

"Ay, mi pobre amor, eres un desastre." you start to kiss his jaw as you rub his lower stomach. 

" I haven't even touched your cock yet Miguel and you've already cum, so needy" you say as you look him in his now blood red eyes, fangs showing as he pants heavily mouth open. 

He was panting, trying to catch his breath… Miguel couldn’t say a single word, his entire mind was just filled with a massive amount of emotions… he felt so warm… so free… like nothing else could bother him… 

“B-But… y-you…” 

He blushed, he just couldn’t get the words out… it had all happened so swiftly… he was feeling things like he was in a dream… 

"Can you eat me now?" Miguel looks fucked out as he grabs you and puts you your back while his talons graze you. He spreads your legs apart and hovers over your cunt practically drooling. 

"Habla de mí, pero aún así tu coño está tan húmedo y no te he tocado, mi linda zorra." he says this to you and it makes your stomach fill with butterflies. 

Without saying a word, and not wanting to turn you off, Miguel began to lower down his face… he wanted to be able to please you, he wanted to make you feel good, even if he couldn’t speak at this moment. 

He starts to lick at your lips back and forth, stopping at the end to suck on your clit while bringing up a finger to dive into your hole. 

"Ahhh..oh dios mios Cariño, mmhmh" you say as you moan with praise. 

“Mmhm… you like it when I do that, do you…?” 

Miguel said, looking up at you with a smile… his face was hated over, though he sounded less nervous and even a bit happy… even when he was flustered he still wanted to please you. 

“I’ll have to do it more often…” He says as he adds another finger into you. 

"Yes, you wil-" you moan out as he dives back in. 

“Mmhrr… you like feeling pleasure, don’t you…?” 

Miguel was talking to himself more than you but he was hoping you could answer… he didn’t know if the pleasure he was giving you was good or not. Either way, he enjoyed doing it to you, so he only continued to go faster… he wanted you to feel good… 

"Es tan buena ... tan jodidamente buena mi bello." You mutter as he continues to pleasure you. 

He quickened at your compliments… he couldn’t help but feel good himself… you were so happy because of his actions… he only continued, it was all for you. 

“Todavía no he acabado, mi amor. I’m not done with you, not yet~” Miguel laughed a bit, it was cute how he chuckled a little as he said that… 

You grab his hair and push him in deeper as you hiss from the pleasure below. 

Miguel’s face turned crimson, he was feeling nervous and excited all at once… he was having second thoughts about what he was doing.. he should have said ‘no,’ but he was too scared. 

“M-Mi amor… s-slower… p-please…” 

You read his mind by accident while being unfocused. You let go of his hair and try to move away " Miguel, ss- stop." 

Miguel slowly lifted his head, as he pulled back and took a deep breath. 

“Ah, I’m sorry… d-did I do something wrong…?” 

Miguel said, he only wanted to make you feel good, he didn’t want you to be upset… that’s the last thing Miguel would ever wish for… he would never want to upset you, especially when this was something you both wanted. 

"What did I ask you when we first got in here." Your eyes glassy as you look at him. 

Miguel looked a bit surprised by your question, he tilted his head out of confusion, though after a few moments he realized what you were asking, and he was feeling more embarrassed… he couldn’t even look you in the eye while feeling so. 

“You asked me to please you… mi amor…” 

He whispered softly, his face turning a deep shade of red… it almost hurt just how badly he was drunk off lust.. 

" I asked you yes or no, that I needed you to tell me with your own words and you said yes, so if you were didn't want to have sex why didn't you say no" you said as you try to keep yourself from crying. 

stopping at your words… he felt like he betrayed you, your trust… he wanted to break down, he wanted to run away… Miguel was feeling such a mix of emotions and he didn’t know how to get the words out to you. 

“No lo quería decir...”, Miguel said hesitantly in a low voice, he barely got the words out but he finally said it. 

"Baby, you should have said something, ahora parezco un maldito tonto Miguel." You say as you get off the bed and start to walk away. 

Miguel was stunned at your reaction, he felt his heart breaking, he never wanted to hurt you… he got off the bed and walked over to you, he placed a hand on your shoulder and he bent down to get to a similar eye level. 

“No lo eres, por favor… no digas las cosas como esa…” he said as he gently caressed your cheek… he wanted nothing more than to make this better… to make you happy. 

"Miguel, tus sentimientos son lo primero, especialmente cuando se trata de mierdas como esta cuando tenemos intimidad, si no estás deprimido, deberías decirlo." You say as you look into his eyes angry while crying. 

Miguel was hurt to see you in this state… he didn’t want to ever see you upset or angry… he looked up at you with tears forming in his eyes… he didn’t want to disappoint or hurt you… he knew that he should’ve spoken up, and he just got so excited to please you, he just forgot… it was all his fault. 

“Tienes razón… mi amor…” 

He whispered, holding your hand as he gently wiped away your tears. 

“I love you… I’m sorry…” 

"It isn't your fault, you just need to talk to me, we're getting married how will you communicate these things when it get deep." You say through your tears. 

Miguel sighed, but he couldn’t disagree… he needed to speak up… he couldn’t let his excitement get the better of him when it came to your feelings… 

“Tienes razón… voy a hablarte más, para que no pasen estas cosas nunca más… te prometo…” 

He gave you a loving smile, he felt so bad about everything… your feelings should always come before anything else… you were too important to hurt… he didn’t want you upset or saddened in any way. 

You wipe your face of tears as you go to the closet to grap one of his shirts to put on, when you slip it on it's huge on you as always "I'm going to the kitchen, i'm hungry." 

Miguel couldn’t help but smile as he saw you in one of his shirts, you always looked so cute no matter what you tried on, it was just too adorable… Miguel looked at you as you wiped your tears away… he would never forgive himself for making you cry, and he would never do something like that again, he only wanted to make you feel loved and cared for… to let you know that you never had to worry… that you were perfect to him. 

“I love you, mi amor… I’m sorry… so, so sorry…” 

As you walk out of the bedroom Miguel following behind " I try not to read your mind because I love you and I want you to have privacy but pleas-" as you turn around Miguel is still naked with cum all over his lower body, you look at him and say " Can you please go clean up and put some boxers on." 

Miguel went silent as he saw the look on your face…he looked down at his lower body, he was completely dazed… he didn’t know what to say, he just stood there. He had never felt so unveiled before… he felt so exposed and vulnerable… 

“...y-yes, mí amor...’” 

He replied, getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom, badly hiding the fact he was just naked… the walk of pride. 

"thank you cariño." You said to him in a soft tone as he turned around "God I love his body." You thought as he walked away, you sat in the kitchen and waited for him. 

Miguel came back… he had wiped himself clean and put on pants, but he was still very embarrassed, he looked over at you and he gave a halfhearted smile. 

“All done… I uh… sorry for that… I-I feel a bit silly now…”, he said as he sat on a chair, he looked down in the table and sighed. 

“How long have I left you waiting for…?” 

"It was only 20 mins perro tonto." You say smiling. 

Miguel sighed, he felt relieved that you weren’t too angry at him still… he hated for you to be mad at him… the last thing Miguel ever wanted was for you to dislike him… he had a soft spot for you, he couldn’t just let you down. 

“That’s still a bit of time, mi amor…” 

Miguel smiled slightly as he turned to look at you, he couldn’t help but think you were really cute when you were annoyed. 

"Anyway how was your day being spiderman CEO and all" You said as you sat next to him at the table rubbing his arm 

“It was alright, I’ve had to deal with a bit of stress lately… people from the media trying to dig up my identity … it’s starting to feel more like a full time job… but as long as I’m with you…” 

He gave you a bright smile as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. 

“I’m happy.” 

"Ay, mí vida" You say as you cover your face. 

He giggled a bit as his ears turned slightly red. 

“Oh… you really do know how to make me blush still…” he muttered. 

“You're so sweet… you’re the love of my life and there’s nothing in the world I’d rather be doing then spending time with you…” 

Miguel leaned forward and kissed the top of your head. 

“You make me happier then I ever knew I could be.” You both say at the same time as you look each other in the eye.

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[cookstorys]

hi I just found your blog and your the only one that I’ve seen that does outerbanks. If it’s not to much trouble could I request a rafe Cameron x sunshine male reader, were he wants to be a better person because the guy he’s crushing on never have up on him.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

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Character- Rafe Cameron

Show/Movie- Outer Bands

Warning- Rafe being crazy 😝☝🏾, haven’t watch outer banks in a while so I had to remember what I could 🕴🏾, sunshine reader showed a lil dark side at the end😰

Author Notes - Im genuinely so sorry for the long wait, you’ve been waiting so long and you’ve been so extremely patient, thank you! Part 2? 🤭

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The time was 2:45 am. Granted the [hair color] haired boy should’ve been in bed enjoying his weekend but when he got a worrying text from his friend he awoke immediately. On your way to his location, you could only imagine what he had gotten into. For all you knew he could’ve killed someone. God, you hoped he didn’t kill anyone.

You slowly pulled up to a boat dock. Putting your car in park your heart almost immediately fell to your stomach. You’re the mayor’s son, alone in the dark, with nothing to protect yourself but a rusty pocket knife. ‘He’s your friend, and you love him’ you mumbled to yourself. After a few more minutes in your car, you nervously got out. Your footsteps were the only thing that could be heard as you hurriedly walked toward the docks.

If there wasn’t a light pole near the end of the dock you wouldn’t have been able to identify Rafe at the end of the dock staring down at his reflection. Slowly walked towards him, not wanting to scare him. Once you’ve beside him you spoke. “It’s pretty nice out huh?” His head snapped to look at you, obviously startled at your presence. “You came?” You chuckled at the dumb question. You gently shoulder-bumped him with a smirk. “What else are friends for.”

His stomach fluttered with butterflies. Friends. He could never quite get used to that word. He huffed out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Do you… do you think I’m a bad person?” Your eyes pulled away from the stars to observe his face. His eyes twinkled with sorrow, and his lips stayed still, as his jawline clenched and tightened. You concentrated your eyes back on the shining moon. “Everyone’s a bad person in some way. Yes, some out-way others. However, no one’s completely a good person. Not to mention what makes someone a bad person?” You could feel his confusing eyes land on your calm persona. “I’m lost.” He replied.

“Think of it like this. Someone who steals is considered a bad person correct? But what if they’re stealing to pay for their mother’s medical bills? Some might say stealing is stealing, he belongs in jail. Others might say he’s stealing for genuine reasoning so it’s ok.” Rafe chuckled at your tiny morale rant. “So, does that mean I’m a bad person?” Rafe asked and for the first time that night, you looked at each other. “You tell me, Rafe, are you?” His eyes purposefully pulled away from yours, clearly trying to not say something.

“I don’t know,” he cried. “I’ve been trying to be a good person to make you happy, but I can’t keep this up.” He burst into tears. You pulled him into one of your amazing hugs, his head rested on your shoulder as he continued to cry. “I almost drowned Sarah [name], my fucking sister. What the fuck is wrong with me.” He sobbed. You tried to keep your calm composure but the newly learned information took you aback but you refused to show it.

You pulled him away from your touch, taking his head between your hands. “You listen to me Rafe Cameron, you are not a bad person. Just someone who’s made mistakes. Now answer me this…is she dead?” You asked shaken up. “No, Topper stopped me before I could do anything more.” He answered finally calming down. “Good, Rafe where is Topper exactly?” Rafe had to think for a second but finally answered. “He should be at his vacation house until his dad’s back from business.” You smiled at this newly learned information, pulling Rafe back into a hug.

“Ok, remember Rafe I’m always here for you.”

#cookstorys #male reader #rafe cameron #Rafe Cameron x male reader #outerbanks x male reader #outerbanks #gay

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New Taylor Swift prompts! 16, Matt/Foggy

16. I’ve missed you all this time (from this prompt list) I don't know what this is, but it's technically set in the 60s, even though I did not make that explicitly clear anywhere in the text and it serves no purpose beyond just...vibes. I mostly just wanted to write silly new year’s fic, don’t worry about historical accuracy or world-building, everyone be cool! happy 2024, you silly and sultry geese! on ao3 here 🥂✨

Matt can still hear the noise of the party, barely dampened even when he's several rooms removed. He’d be able to hear it from the lobby of the building, truth be told, but here he can still make out conversations without having to focus that hard. He tries to direct his senses somewhere else—somewhere with less overlapping chatter and clinking glasses and shuffling feet over plush carpets—and breathe deep, so that maybe he can regain some equilibrium and hopefully go back to the party in a few minutes and act normal. It’s almost midnight, after all, and who goes to a New Year’s Eve party just to ditch out before midnight?

“Matthew Augustus Murdock,” a voice calls out from the far end of the paneled hallway.

“Not my middle name,” Matt says, smiling, “as you already know.”

“But wouldn’t it be better if it was?” Foggy asks, as he slides down to sit next to Matt. 

“Yes, I imagine I’d have lived a much easier and more successful life, if only my middle name was…what was it again?”

“Albert,” Foggy says, “or something. Who cares?”

“Good point,” Matt says, pressing his shoulder into Foggy’s happily. “How’d you find me?”

“I used the one and only superpower God graced me with: I’m like a homing pigeon for you specifically. I always know where to find you. It’s eerie, frankly, and damned useless, but—“

“Not to me,” Matt interjects, too readily. “I mean, for what it’s worth.”

Foggy nods, his overly long hair that he keeps meaning to get cut rasping over his shirt's stiff collar as he does. “That’s a good point.”

“I make those occasionally.”

“Occasionally,” Foggy repeats in a comically shrill, tiny voice, like he’s doing an impression of a cartoon mouse, for whatever reason. He’s a little drunk, clearly, which Matt could tell from the way he’s talking and the way he’s moving and the way he smells and, well, that’s probably enough evidence. 

“If I’m ever in trouble, I know who to call,” Matt says, which is maybe too honest, but Foggy doesn’t have to know that.

“You wouldn’t even have to call, Matt,” Foggy replies, solemnly grasping his shoulder. “If you’re ever in trouble, I’ll know and I’ll come running.”

“I would pay real money to see you actually run anywhere.”

“You’d have to, my man. I imagine it would take a massive breakthrough in science for you to see anything at all, and those things tend to cost a pretty penny,” Foggy says, grandly. “And also, on a much more serious note, go fuck yourself.”

Matt laughs and collapses against Foggy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, I just know how much you hate running.”

“Which means you’ve entirely missed the inherent capital-R romanticism of me offering to do it for you! Classic Murdock. Absolute philistine behavior. I should expect it by now.”

“Your gallantry is wasted on me,” Matt agrees, still doing that thing of being too honest.

“I know,” Foggy sighs, theatrically, “and yet, here I am.”

“Why are you here, anyway?”

“Missed you, came looking. Same as ever.”

“Aw,” Matt says, leaning into his side even more. “You’re right, I really don’t deserve you.”

“I never said that. You said that,” Foggy says, poking him. “But anyway, I lied and the real answer to your question is that I got tired of girls coming up to me and asking where my handsome friend had got to.”

Matt knows two things with a decent degree of certainty: Foggy hadn’t been lying when he gave his first answer (Matt would have heard it in his heartbeat and likely noticed any other number of tells that Foggy has when he does lie, besides) and that no one would have had to ask him to go looking for Matt after he disappeared. His joke about homing pigeon-like tendencies is more truthful than either of them would like to acknowledge. When Matt goes missing—as he very frequently does at these types of things—Foggy always comes to find him. Matt’s been doing this since way before he met Foggy—having overly heightened senses does not make crowded social functions more manageable in general—but he can probably admit that he does it more now that he knows someone will come looking for him.

He also knows that girls like Foggy a lot more than Foggy thinks they do. He’s always talking about how girls seek him out to get in with Matt, but Matt doesn’t really believe that. There have been a few girls, here and there, certainly enough that Foggy’s right to be a little paranoid about it, who have turned their sights from Foggy to Matt, which on top of being unkind is just bad business sense. Anyone with a brain in their head would see that Foggy’s the better option of the two of them. And Matt’s got plenty of flaws, but he’d certainly never take up with anyone who hurt his best friend, so it doesn’t work out the way anyone hopes it will, anyway, when they do. Still, he's sure Foggy could have found a nice girl to keep him entertained until Matt got back to the party, if he put his mind to it, and that maybe he'd just been looking for an excuse to duck out himself when someone asked about Matt.

“This is where I got to,” Matt says, with a slightly pathetic shrug.

“Who says I meant you?” Foggy asks, absently. “I have other friends that are handsomer than you!”

“Not only do you not have a single handsomer friend in all the world,” Matt says, belatedly unsure if ‘handsomer’ is even a word, but otherwise too confident to turn back, “you don’t even have another friend at this party.”

“I’m exceedingly charming, Matthew,” Foggy over-enunciates. “Everyone at this party is my new best friend.”

Matt loops his arm through Foggy’s and leans his head back against the wall. “Sounds like I’ve got a lot of competition.”

“You’re not having fun?” Foggy asks, the change of topic so sudden and his tone so unexpectedly serious that Matt has a brief moment of confusion that he means with this joke they’ve got going. It takes a second to realize he means at the party in general.

“It’s fancy.”

“Too fancy, you mean…”

“You know I don’t go in for all this stuff,” Matt says, shrugging. 

“Like I do, you mean?” Foggy asks, lightly, even though Matt can feel him warming with embarrassment. 

“Like I used to,” Matt clarifies, and trusts his meaning to be clear.

“Right,” Foggy says, and the tone in his voice is the one he uses exclusively when he refers to Matt’s ex-girlfriend from junior year who almost caused him to drop out. “Fair enough, I suppose.”

“You can head back. Really, I don’t mind. I just need a few more minutes.”

“No, you’re right. It’s…a bit stuffy, isn’t it?” Foggy muses. “I mean, I didn’t even know people still had apartments like this, outside of, well, the Rockefellers.” 

The apartment belongs to the parents of one of their friends from law school and the only reason they have free rein over the place is because the parents are vacationing in Aspen with friends. Even without being able to see it, Matt can tell it’s a swanky place. The rug he’s currently sitting on is so plush that he can basically sink his entire hand into it. Every table he passed on his way to this hiding place smelled so strongly of Pine-Sol that there has to be a maid on staff, if not a team of them. He’s fairly certain this random hallway he discovered is actually a back passage to the kitchens, so the servants don’t have to be seen coming and going. He's not sure if he asked their host about it that they'd even know it existed. And Matt’s shoes, as well as most of his clothes, are secondhand.

“You were having fun until I made you feel bad,” Matt says, tucking his chin onto Foggy’s shoulder and trying to look contrite.

“No, I mean—I like having you around, Matt. You keep me honest,” Foggy laughs. “Two and a half years of law school, four years at an Ivy before that, I think I’ve just made peace with having to go to parties in uncomfortable clothes and to make conversation with people I don’t really like. I don’t think I’d call it fun, but it’s a social life of some kind, I suppose.”

“We should have gone to Josie’s,” Matt says, holding onto him too tightly, even with the excuse of a few drinks.

Foggy snorts, thinking of the beloved dive bar they sneak off to in Hell’s Kitchen whenever they can, whenever they’re home. It’s only a matter of blocks to get there, but sometimes, at school, it feels farther away than all that.

“I don’t dare imagine the caliber of our prospects for a kiss at midnight there,” Foggy says, with an exaggerated shudder.

“Can’t be any worse than our prospects here,” Matt replies. 

Foggy whistles, low, under his breath. “You’re going to be disappointing a lot of nice girls with that kind of talk, Murdock!”

“Better to disappoint them now than later,” Matt says, fully burying his face in Foggy’s shoulder now. He gets like this when he drinks. Foggy's used to it.

“Oh, that’s right. You don’t do the whole ‘going steady’ thing anymore,” Foggy says, leaning in conspiratorially. “You’re too damaged and that means you’re never going to get married, so you’d rather not lead anyone on.”

“You say that like it’s not true,” Matt whispers back.

“It isn’t true, you moron!” Foggy laughs. “One day, some beautiful girl is going to turn your head so quick, you’ll have neck problems for the rest of your life!”

“Sounds uncomfortable,” Matt says.

“And I’ll be there,” Foggy continues, like Matt didn’t even speak, “laughing.”

“Well, as long as you’ll be there, Foggy.”

“Did I mention you’re a moron?”

“Yes. A few times now, in fact.”

“Then, I’ve done my duty.”

“And what about you?” Matt asks. “When’s somebody going to turn your head?”

“Somebody turns my head every goddamn day, it feels like,” Foggy grumbles. “The problem isn’t my head. It’s everybody else’s.”

“There’s plenty of girls who’d be more than happy to trap you in matrimony.”

“Hmm, well, I’m sure that’s true enough,” Foggy replies, thoughtfully. “I guess it’s more about finding someone you wouldn’t mind being trapped with.”

“And you haven’t found her yet, I take it?”

“No,” Foggy says, sadly. The girl he dated for most of their sophomore year—the one everyone had been certain Foggy was going to end up marrying—had just gotten engaged last month. Foggy still wasn’t entirely over it, Matt was pretty sure.

“And you’re certain she’s not here?” Matt asks, encouragingly.

“Unlikely,” Foggy says. “None of the girls here would be caught dead with me in the daylight. One of them might be unscrupulous enough to let me kiss her at midnight, though.”

“So, go back,” Matt replies. “Find the girl in that room with the lowest standards and lay one on her!”

“I will if you will.”

“I don’t know this for sure, but I do have serious doubts that any girl in the room will let the both of us kiss her at midnight.”

“I meant, you should—you know what I meant!” Foggy exclaims, embarrassed again. 

“I was trying to be funny!”

“‘Trying’ being the operative word there…”

Matt sighs. “What’s the point of kissing someone at midnight when there’s almost no chance of seeing them ever again after tonight?”

“You’ve just described the point yourself! It’s just for fun, to start the year off right! There’s no pressure!” Foggy says, disbelieving. "What’s gotten into you? I thought zero expectations romance was your specialty!”

“Maybe I’m just not a New Year's kind of guy.”

Foggy hums thoughtfully. “Can I tell you my theory?”

“Your theory? About what?”

“About you, and New Year's, and all of that.”

“Oh. Sure. Go ahead.”

“I think you’re afraid,” Foggy says.

“Afraid?” Matt asks. “Of…New Year’s Eve?”

“You don’t want to participate in these silly little rituals, like kissing someone at midnight, because you’re secretly terrified that something good is going to happen to you, and then you won’t know what to do with yourself.”

“Really, Foggy. Be serious!”

“I am serious,” Foggy replies, casually. “You’re scared of being hit over the head with it again.”

“Hit over the head with what?”

“Love,” Foggy says, simply. “You felt it once and it nearly derailed your whole life, so now you avoid any situation where you might accidentally meet someone interesting or have more feelings than you’ve carefully rationed out for yourself for that particular day.”

Matt swallows, feeling utterly exposed. It’s not something he would have been able to say for himself an hour ago, but the words feel true to him coming from someone else. He doesn’t like anybody knowing him well enough to know all of that, though, and if it wouldn’t be so utterly obvious, he’d pull away from Foggy right now just to be safe. Like that would even help, he thinks reluctantly.

“You missed your calling not going into psychiatry, Foggy,” he says, stiffly, once he’s gathered his wits enough to form sentences.

Foggy’s hand, warm and a little damp, closes over Matt’s where it’s still resting on his arm. Matt wants nothing more than to flinch away from it, but he controls the urge in the interest of saving face.

“Don’t be mad at me,” Foggy says, quietly, like there’s a chance they might be overheard somehow and he wants Matt to be the only one who hears this. “I’m just trying to tell you that, in avoiding fun and frivolous things, you are not sparing yourself from being hit over the head. If you’re meant to get hit over the head, it’ll happen whenever and wherever Cupid so chooses. It’ll happen at the deli or the bank or while you’re waiting for the bus. Which means that the only thing you’re ultimately sparing yourself from is fun and frivolity, and that’s a stupid way to live your life. That’s all.”

“I think you just called me a moron again,” Matt says, weakly. He doesn’t know what else to say. The rest of it is...too much to consider.

“I called you stupid, actually, but I see your point.”

In the distance, Matt hears the noise of a crowd of people all simultaneously trying to shush each other, with limited success. He imagines even Foggy can hear it too a moment later when they all begin counting aloud.

“Last chance…” Matt says, tipping his head backwards in the direction of the room where everyone’s gathered.

“It doesn’t matter,” Foggy says, apropos of nothing, as far as Matt can tell. He’s about to ask what he means when Foggy continues, anyway. “I have someone who meets your criteria.”

“My criteria?”

“Yeah. You’ll only accept a kiss from someone you’ll see again after tonight, right?”

“Uh, I don’t think I said ‘only’, I just meant—”

“Too bad,” Foggy says, as the countdown reaches its conclusion. “Happy New Year.”

Matt’s halfway through formulating a question or an objection of some kind, which is the only reason he turns in Foggy’s direction at that moment. It’s clear from the noise of surprise Foggy makes that he absolutely had no intention of kissing Matt right on the mouth and was probably, in fact, aiming for his cheek, trying to be funny and charming after Matt was such a spoilsport about the whole kissing at midnight thing. If Matt hadn’t moved, there’s no doubt in his mind that that’s what Foggy would have done and then it would have been over and they’d already be laughing about it and moving on. But Matt did move and, even awkwardly off center, Foggy is kissing him on the mouth right now and they’re both just frozen like that, shocked and useless.

Matt doesn’t give himself much credit for genius. He’s reasonably smart, and can be even smarter if he applies himself to a subject and really studies up on it, but there’s plenty of people in any given room smarter than he is, most of the time. He has his moments, though, and this is one of them. He sees very clearly the two paths available to them. Down one, this moment stretches awkwardly and they allow it to become a source of discomfort and then outright pain that they'll avoid talking about for years, or maybe possibly forever. Regardless, it has the power to ruin their friendship and Matt simply can't abide that. Down the other, they don’t flinch from it and they don’t make it any stranger than it has to be and it becomes one weird but not fully objectionable moment in their long and storied relationship. They’re not going to trot it out as an anecdote at parties, sure, but they’re not going to become crazy about denying it happened either. If Matt can steer them in the direction of the latter, he thinks maybe it will all be okay, but it’s going to require him not to make matters worse. For whatever reason, the only way he can think to not do that is by kissing Foggy back.

It’s immediately apparent that, momentary genius or no, while it does not technically make things worse, it also does not make them better. Then again, Foggy makes a sort of interested noise as he feels Matt return the kiss, which Matt is infinitely better off for knowing about and having heard and being able to think about some other time when he’s alone preferably. 

They don’t take it any farther than just that. They’re not necking in some random person’s hallway or doing anything truly objectionable. They just stay there, mouths pressed together so that Matt can smell (and sort of taste) the champagne Foggy’s had and the last cigarette he smoked and a hint of that sugary gum he always chews, even though he hasn’t had a piece since before they came to the party. It mostly feels, more than anything else, like they’re breathing together and it’s not sexy the way wild, passionate groping in the dark can be, but it’s intimate in its own unique way. Matt, against his own better judgment, puts a hand on Foggy’s cheek, and he doesn't really know why beyond just really wanting to and that seems to be reason enough.

Foggy doesn’t try to slip his tongue into Matt’s mouth—despite the alarming reality that the moment Matt realizes that’s not what he’s doing, he also realizes he’d let him—or try to escalate matters one bit. His hand is still grasping Matt’s collar from when he first pulled him in, but his other one doesn’t roam. His lips, still pressed to Matt’s, only move to exert a little more pressure and to alter the angle at which they meet slightly. He takes precisely zero liberties and makes no effort to get fresh with him at all. It’s very gentlemanly, and Matt doesn’t know what to do with himself because it doesn’t feel awkward or fumbling at all. It feels like restraint, and once he knows that, everything is different.

The tune of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ reaches him from the other room, but it’s drowned out almost entirely by the sound of Foggy’s heartbeat in Matt’s ears. Foggy must hear it too, though, because he breaks their kiss with the worst sort of gentleness, pulling back only enough for them both to have space to breathe but not far enough that Matt can’t feel that breath on his face.

Matt traces his thumb over the curve of Foggy’s cheek before dropping his hand back down into his own lap and licks his lips as he slowly turns away. 

“Happy New Year,” he says, aiming for calm and unaffected and likely missing it by a lot.

“You too,” Foggy says, even though he already said it first. His heart is still beating too fast and too close and too loud for Matt to read his tone, which is too bad, because he’d really like to know how Foggy feels right now and if he feels anything like Matt does.

Because Matt feels like he’s been hit over the head.

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#mattfoggy #daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #matt x foggy #prompt fill #ask #firstelevens #taylor swift song prompts #homelywenchsociety #that's my writing tag! don't worry about it! #SLOWLY BUT SURELY FILLING THESE I PROMISE #it just takes me eight or so scrapped attempts before i find something i like #also this is um...definitely becoming a series.... yikes.... #do not yell at me I KNOW #anyway #happy almost new years i hope 2024 is good to all of us

[rose-pearls]

Senior prom at Hawkins

Summary: Steve asked you to go to prom with you after overhearing a conversation between you and Robin, which leads to the best night of you life. (Robin is the same age as Steve here!)

Senior prom was just a month away from now and yet everyone seemed to think that it was going to happen tomorrow; all the posters for prom queen and king were up and everyone was talking about their dresses and costumes and how to spike the punch bowl. 

Don’t get me wrong prom is something that I enjoy but the thought of ending my high school career going to prom without a date wasn’t the most fun idea. It’s cliché but I guess I always wanted to have a high school sweetheart.  But luckily, I had the most amazing friend – her words not mine – Robin Buckley who also didn’t have a date, so we are going together with some other friends.

“So did you hear?”, I jumped at the voice and saw that it was Robin. “Well, you probably didn’t so let me tell you my dear sweet friend!”, I laughed softly as I closed my locker and let her take me to her next class as I had a free period.

“Apparently Steve Harrington got his ass kicked by Billy Hargrove and is still dateless for prom! Can you believe it?! The people of Hawkins are going crazy over it”, Robin was practically screaming in the corridor while playing a dramatic version of the person she probably heard it from.

“Well, I do hope that he is doing well because Hargrove clearly has some anger issues.”, Robin snickered at that and told me that he wasn’t looking pretty.

“As for his date to prom, we don’t either so we can’t really say anything”, Robin rolled her eyes at that. “Plus, he is the hair Harrington I am sure that he will find someone I mean even if he isn’t the top bitch in this school anymore, he is still the most handsome!”, Robin started covering her ears as I said that while faking vomiting.

“Please don’t ever tell me that he is handsome! I mean I already have to see you look at his ass every time he walks by so don’t make this worse”

“And I don’t say anything when you look at Tammie Thompsons boobs”, Robin shot me a glare at that.

“Please she has great boobs and way better hair than Harrington’s”, I scoffed at that.

“No, she doesn’t! He was literally nicknamed ‘the hair’!”, Robin muttered under her breath something that seemed to be the word ‘details’. 

“Fine, I will let you fantasize about Harrington’s great butt and hair while I go to geometry!”, before I could say anything else she was already running into her classroom, god she was going to kill me one day.

“So, you fantasize about my ass?”, I felt my blood run cold as I heard the voice of Steve Harrington just behind me.

As I turn around, I see Steve looking at me with a big smirk on his face like the cat that got the cream.

“W – What? No! Definitely not, Robin was just saying that as a joke!”, I was a blubbering mess, and my cheeks were getting as red as his sweatshirt. 

Steve let out a soft laugh and hummed softly.

“So, you don’t like my ass?”, he asked with his smirk still in place. If I thought the blush, I had was bad before that my cheeks were now a flaming red.

“No? Well, I mean you have a great… Oh god why am I saying this”, Steve started laughing at that and I joined him (for me mostly out of embarrassment).

“Thank you for that I needed the ego boost”, I let out a huff at that and he gave me a big smile that turned a bit shier at the end. “And the laugh.”, I was surprised to hear that but then again, he probably didn’t have an easy year with Nancy Wheeler leaving him for Byers and Hargrove stealing his crown and now beating him up.

“Well, I am happy that my embarrassing statement made you laugh!”, Steve chuckled at that and passed a hand through his hair; god that hair was amazing.

“Thank you it takes a long time to get it to perfection!”, Steve sends me a wink and I suddenly feel like dying right here right now.

“God sorry I guess that all the studying makes me say somethings that I shouldn’t say.”, I hope that he buys the explanation because that is better than telling him I have a crush on him since third grade.

“Well, it doesn’t bother me at all in fact I quite enjoy it”, I groaned softly of course he was enjoying this with that stupid smirk of his.

I was going to tell him that I had to leave to go to the library when he looked at me with his big brown eyes looking like Bambi and I felt myself wanting to stay.

“You know we were in English together last year?”, I smiled softly at that he was always the one to try and make the class a but funnier than it was. 

“Yeah, I remember that class was boring!”, Steve laughed at that and looked back up from his shoes.

“I remember your presentation at the end of the school-year about your idol and I was so invested in it.”

“You were probably the only one then”, Steve scoffed a bit at that and shook his head.

“I am sure that I was not! But before that day I hadn’t really noticed you but after that I started seeing you everywhere!”, he seemed hesitant to continue. 

“It’s funny how you can go from not seeing someone to suddenly seeing them everywhere.”, I felt a blush coming on my cheeks as he said this, but I was also asking myself where he was going with this.

“I’m probably not making any sense right now, but I want to ask you if you would like to go to prom with me?”, he seemed scared to utter the last words, but he looked at me with a hopeful look.

I was in shock, not only was he admitting that for about a year he was seeing me everywhere, but he was also asking me to prom.

“I totally understand if you don’t want to, I mean I’m not ‘King Steve’ anymore and my best friend is a middle schooler…”, he continued to ramble and stopped when I said his name.

“Steve, I don’t care if you are king Steve or if you aren’t! You are an amazing person and sure you hang out with middle schoolers, but I don’t see the real issue with that, half of our class are assholes, so I understand your choice!”, Steve let out a soft chuckle at that, but he seemed nervous.

“As for your question, I would love to go to prom with you Steve”, to say he was shocked was right because he was looking at me like a fish out of water.

“Really? Oh, wow okay!”, I laughed at his rambling and the way he passed a hand through his hair messing it up.

“That is incredible! I just have to drop Dustin of at his dance but then I can come and get you! You also must tell me what color your dress is for my tie and your flowers!”, Steve continued to say what we needed to do while I smiled softly at the boy in front of me.

“Steve! We have one month before prom I think we can arrange it in time!”, I tried reassuring him. He nodded at me and gave me a blinding smile.

“You are right, sorry! We could go on a date to plan everything out?”, he asked this question with the most innocent smile on his face, and I had to restrain myself from kissing him right there.

“Mmmh I think that is a good idea we do have a lot to plan! But maybe we could also get to know each other better?”, Steve gave me a big smile at my words and took a step towards me.

“Well, what about Friday night?”, Steve was suddenly in front of me and put a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“I am free”, I gave him a shy smile and he gave me a large one back. 

“Perfect! I’ll pick you up at seven?”, I gave a soft nod and Steve let out a soft sigh of relieve.

“Well, I’ll see you Friday then! Can’t wait”, I felt a bit cold as Steve stepped away from me, probably going to his class.

“Me neither hopefully it will come quickly!”, Steve smiled and wished me goodbye while still looking at me and stepping away.

As he turned the corner, I suddenly remembered that Robin wanted to go to the movies Friday; she was going to kill me!

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It was finally prom night and after enduring exams and Robin whining about me spending too much time with Steve, I was ready for it to start.

“Alright how do I look?”, I turned to Robin while doing a little spin.

“You do clean up nice!”, I scoffed at that but let out a laugh.

“You look fabulous and everyone in there is going to be so jealous! Get ready to be prom queen!”, Robin let out a laugh at my disgusted face.

“Thank you, you look beautiful too! Get ready for the crown my dear”, Robin smiled at that and started doing a fake acceptance speech as if she had won prom queen. I smiled at that and felt a bit guilty at not going to prom with her anymore.

“Hey, I’m sorry that I dropped out of our friend prom to go with Steve. I mean I am so happy to go with him, but you are also my best friend, and I don’t want you to forget that!”, I breathed out a sigh after saying that and felt the bed dip under me.

“Trust me I will not forget it, I mean we are still planning on eloping to Vegas and getting a fake wedding, so you are stuck with me”, I laughed at that and took her in my arms. 

“You are incredible Robin don’t you ever forget that!”, Robin looked at me with teary eyes before slapping me on the arm.

“Don’t make me cry I wasted to much time on getting ready”, I started laughing at that while she got up to try and get her hair under control.

“Please you took ten minutes”, Robin smiled at me through the mirror.

“Exactly ten minutes lost at doing this instead of other things!”, before I could say anything the doorbell rang.

As I went downstairs, I heard my mother open the door and heard her talking to Steve.

“You look beautiful!”, I felt a blush rising on my cheeks at his words and at his look of awe.

“Well, you are looking quite handsome!”, Steve gave me big smile before kissing me softly on the lips. 

“Ew not in front of me! And your mother! Have some respect!”, Steve and I started to laugh at Robin’s words and my mother let out a soft laugh while shaking her head.

“You are looking good too Buckley”, Steve smiled at Robin while putting his arm around me.

“You don’t look so bad yourself dingus! Now are we going or not people?”, all three of us cheered and started going to the car before my mom stopped us and started taking pictures of us.

After what felt like an eternity, we were finally at Hawkins high senior prom. Robin went to talk to some people that she knew from band and Steve dragged me to the dance floor. While Steve was good at basketball, he wasn’t the greatest at dancing! 

A slow song started playing and Steve took me in his arms while looking down at me with a loving smile. 

“I can’t believe you said yes to go to the prom with me!”, I let out a scoff at that and Steve laughed.

“Well, I can’t believe you asked me!”, it was Steve’s turn to let out a scoff at my words.

“You know going on dates with you and learning to get to know you it really has helped me getting up the courage to ask you something”, I was smiling at Steve words while wondering what he was going to be asking.

“So, my question is would you like to be my girlfriend?”, Steve was looking nervous at the question.

“I am shocked that you even need to ask me this question! Of course, I want to be your girlfriend!”, Steve let out a soft ‘thank god’ and kissed me on the lips.

“You do know you will have to see Robin much more then, right?”, Steve laughed at that and nodded solemnly.

“I think we came to an agreement the both of us, she calls me dingus and I annoy her with my stupid hair”, I laughed at his response and started telling him that his hair wasn’t stupid when the music changed.

“Guys!!”, Robin came running towards us on the dance floor with several people glaring at her for pushing them. 

“It’s our song! Well not yours dingus but it could also be yours!”, Steve looked like a happy puppy at these words and suddenly I heard the first words of the song.

“It is our song! It’s Running Up That Hill!”, I shook Steve a bit to make him understand and he started laughing.

The three of us started singing the song and as the night went on, I felt myself not being able to stop smiling. Robin and Steve were doing some ridiculous dancing on Lay all your love on me by ABBA and took me to the dance floor when Every breath you take came on to dance.

Safe to say it was the best night of our high school time.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington

[petrichara]

My favourite quotes from Circe by Madeline Miller

However gold he shines, do not forget his fire.

When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world.

But when he turned to me, I felt the shock of that old love between us.

(..) Aeëtes’ face was calm, as if my father’s anger were only another thing in the room, a table, a stool.

I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, too dull to fly even when the door stands open.

For a hundred generations, I had walked the world drowsy and dull, idle and at my case. I left no prints, I did no deeds. Even those who loved me a little did not care to stay. Then I learned that I could bend the word to my will, as a bow is bent for an arrow. I would have done that toil a thousand times to keep such power in my hands. I thought: this is how Zeus felt when he first lifted the thunderbolt.

If my childhood had given me anything, it was endurance.

Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me.

Well? What do you have to say to me? You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you.

But gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips. So they find their fame by proving what they can mar: destroying cities, starting wars, breeding plagues and monsters. All that smoke and savour rising so delicately from our altars. It leaves only ash behind. (..) I wanted to seize her by the shoulders. Whatever you do, I wanted to say, do not be too happy. It will bring down fire on your head. I said nothing, and let her dance.

A golden cage is still a cage.

None shrank and simpered as you did, and yet great Helios stepped on you all the faster, because you were already crouched at his feet.

‘They are not like us.’ / ‘I am not like you.’

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

It was not desire, not even its barest scrapings. It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

Like a snake, the poets might say, but I knew snakes better by then. Give me the honest asp, who strikes me if I trouble him and not before.

When he was gone, would I be like Achilles, wailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul. I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain. But perhaps that is how it was meant to be.

Two children he had had, and he could not see either clearly. But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.

All the things he had done in life must now stand as they were.

The anger stood out plain and clean on his face. There was a sort of innocence to him, I thought. I do not mean this as the poets mean it: a virtue to be broken by the story’s end, or else upheld at greatest cost. Nor do I mean he was foolish or guileless. I mean that he was made of only himself, without the dregs that clog the rest of us. He thought and felt and acted, and all these things made a straight line. No wonder his father had been so baffled by him. He would have been always looking for the hidden meaning, the knife in the dark. But Telemachus carried his blade in the open.

Amusement flashed in his eyes. I had fed off that look once, when I was starving and thought such crumbs a feast.

He took my hand. The gesture was like a bard’s. But were we not in a sort of song? This was the refrain we had practiced so often.

I had been old and stern for so long, filled with regrets and years like a monolith. But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it.

Circe, he says, it will be alright. It is not the saying of an oracle or a prophet. They are words you might speak to a child. (..) I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Overhead the constellations dip and wheel. My divinity shines like the last days of the sun before they drown in the sea. I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.

All my life, I have been moving forward, and now I am here. I have a mortal’s voice, let me have the rest. I lift the brimming bowl to my lips and drink.

#quotes #mine #Circe #this was a beautiful read

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 14: love languages

Wc: 804

Rating: explicit. Partial smut

Aether makes dew take the love languages test

Extra stuff: forcing dew to be loved 2023, I was violently high writing and editing this, and am still high now posting this. So just take that into consideration. Liberal use of italics. There’s also a blowjob!

“Aether this is fucking stupid” dew turned his phone off and threw it next to him on the couch. “I don’t have a love language. My love language is having someone’s dick in my-“

“DEW” aether quickly shouted at him, preventing him from whatever filth was about to fall out of his mouth. He rolled his eyes and stood up, “you don’t have to, just thought it would be fun”

“Yeah yeah yeah aeth I know. If you really want me to I will” dew didn’t want aether to be sad that he didn’t do his silly little quiz. It wouldn’t take long and he could just ignore whatever stupid results there were, or the results would ask for a credit card and ultimately be a scam, as he learned after taking that “ IQ “ test Swiss sent him where he scored a 60. He’s not still bitter not matter what anyone else says

Whatever

It’s not important. What was important (at least according to aether) was answering the questions on his screen currently.

what’s more meaningful

Someone I love does something unexpected for me to help me with a project

Or

I can share an innocent touch with someone i love

What a weird question. Dew didn’t want to other ghouls messing with his stuff. If they ever got their grubby little paws on anything he did they’d ruin it. Dew thought about the other answer. I mean sure it was nice to sit with one of the other ghouls. Snuggled into their side, or their head sitting in the crook of his neck, maybe their hands resting on his thigh. Slowly inching up and down, making more progress on every pass, before finally landing on his

He quickly clicked that answer

it’s more meaningful when

Someone does nice things for me instead of just talking about doing nice things for me

Or

I hear supportive words from someone I love

Dew didn’t like when anyone did anything for him. He didn’t want to be doted on, and rather just did stuff himself. If you want something done right you have to do it yourself right? So that was clearly a no. He again considered the other answer.

”god dew you always look amazing like this for me. Like you were made for taking my cock yeah? I’ve always said you act better when you have something to do with your mouth” Swiss babbled, guiding dew up and down on his cock by his hair. Dew whimpered at the words, desperately trying to get off against the boot between his legs

He blushed. Sure fine whatever, that could be the answer. Dew quickly realized he was squeezing his thighs together, almost noticeably hard in his shorts. He threw a blanket over his lap and tried to get through the rest peacefully. He wasn’t sure why he was letting this dumb quiz work him up so much.

That’s how dew continued, curled up on the couch taking a love languages quiz, purely to make aether happy. No other reason.

Once he was done he kinda just stared at the screen. He doesn’t know which option he wanted to get, but physical touch just seemed cliche. Dew took a screenshot of the little pie chart it gave him and sent it to aether, hoping that would be the end of it. Dew wasn’t a sentimental ghoul. He didn’t want to be hugged, or patted on the back, or to hold hands.

Did he?

The next day in the kitchen aether slid his hands around dews waist, giving him a quick kiss on the neck. “Heard ya liked physical touch”

“Oh fuck off” dew pushed him away, ignoring the goosebumps that the soft touch left behind. There must be a draft. He made a small mental note to spit in his coffee later while the other ghoul doubled over laughing at his joke.

“I’m just messing with you. Besides I think it’s cute” aether continued to grab him in a joking attempt to hold the smaller ghoul, but dew kept slapping him away like a petulant child.

“ well I think you’re cute when you’re not being a fucking dickhead” he grumbled, grabbing his coffee and going back to his room.

He could still feel aethers hands on him. It didn’t feel abnormal, this was a usual thing for him. Touch always lingered on his skin but he had never thought about it before now. The way it shot electricity through him when another ghoul brushed against him, or how relaxed he felt in someone else’s lap. He damn near smiled tracing where aethers hands had been earlier, and aether was just messing with him. But he still enjoyed it anyways, he knew aether loved him. Whatever.

It was still a stupid fucking test.

#I just want dew to be loved and happy #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mushy may #ghost #wrath writes

[aquadestinyswriting]

A Circle None can Break- Part Twelve

Summary: Selene and Edwin have a small heart-to-heart before heading down to the Hammer and Anvil's barroom to drown their collective sorrows, Firetome finds out an interesting tidbit that will help his own schemes and all the dwarves of Fangthane have noticed that the mountain's unhappy about something as it won't stop tremoring.

Words: 2,487

Warnings: None that I can tell. Enjoy the shippy fluff that's in here.

Notes: I am very pleased to have found out what motivates Firetome to do what he does in Fangthane's Folly and the Anvil's Fall. in the meantime, I need to go give Edwin a hug

tags: @druidx, @strosmkai-rum, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @odysseywritings, @sparrow-orion-writes, @blind-the-winds, @writeblrsupport, @writeblrcafe

Firetome drummed his fingers on the desk impatiently. It had been hours since he’d sent young Gurrisdottir off to the Archives to find those records for him. True, it the records he was after were probably highly restricted, but surely the Archivers would be happy to help her once she showed them the note he’d given her. 

A Shaper? Here, in Fangthane? Either Kherillim had seen fit to Bless a different family due to the apparent doom that was coming for the world, or his was not the only family left in the mount with a connection to the Purged. He would know for certain either way if the girl would just hurry up with those records already!

Firetome’s mind spun with the possibilities. While Gruksdottir had clearly been raised Moradhir, was her family simply low-lying Throffites like his own? If so, then perhaps they could be convinced to join him and his fellows in unseating the Heretical Goldseeker line for good. The High Inquisitor seethed at the old memory that bubbled up to the surface:

“But Da, if Moradin’s not even really from Titan, why do we even have to worship him?” the beardlet protested. He yelped as his father swiftly clipped him around the ear,

“Hold yer wheesth, lad!” the older dwarf hissed, “D’ye want to be taken away, like yer uncle was?” Skarld’s eyes went wide with pain and fear and he fervently shook his head. His father nodded in satisfaction, “Then don’t go around saying such things where folk can hear. All you need to ken is that Moradin overthrew the Goddess that created us and the king and his family agree with Him.”

While Firetome now knew his father had greatly simplified the matter, the fact yet remained that the royal family were responsible for allowing an Outsider God into the midst of the people of Fangthane, no matter how much they now insisted that Throff was still just as revered as their supposed Dwarf Father. He was startled out of his thoughts as the door to his office swung open,

“I finally got the records ye asked for, yer Eminence.” Gurrisdottir’s voice called from the doorway, “I’m sorry it took so long, I had to spend an hour arguing with one of the Archivers, and it took them an age to find the one you were after.” The younger dwarf frowned as she placed the slates onto the desk in front of Firetome, but said nothing as she waited for permission to leave. Firetome smiled at her,

“Thank you very much for getting this for me, Birghe.” he said in his most fatherly tone, “Please don’t worry about it taking so long. Ordinarily I’d ask Vera to get these for me, but she’s out on a training exercise. I’ll have a word with the Archivers and see that this sort of nonsense doesn’t happen again.” The sandy-haired Acolyte bowed deeply,

“Thank you, sir. Do you need anything else?” she asked. Firetome shook his head,

“No, thank you, Birghe, you’re free to return to your duties.” he said, “Please pass on my apologies to Sister Imraksdottir for keeping you away for so long.” He gave the younger woman another indulgent smile as she bowed again, then walked out of his study. The smile dropped from his face the moment she closed the door behind her,

“I suppose I’d better keep an eye. I don’t need Ragnarsson questioning why I’m even after these.” he muttered, sliding the protective slate to one side and peering at the family tree that was now laid out before him. The High Inquisitor’s eyes slid up from the bottom, tracing the line from Gruksdottir herself until he noticed a name familiar to him from his grandfather’s stories,

“Well now. I wonder how long the Church was going to keep that little tidbit under wraps.” he murmured, stroking his beard as he stared at the dotted line that had been crossed through between ‘Merewin Stonespeaker’ and ‘Ragnar Goldseeker’. “Looks like I need to ask the Record Keepers some questions.” Smiling to himself, Firetome pulled out a drawer and picked up the winged eye necklace from it,

“If all goes to plan, then Fangthane will be ours by the end of the year, my Lord. Then we can finally oust the Usurper Gods from this world for good and reinstate the Natural Order.” The necklace grew warm in his hands,

Firetome’s smile fell, what a disappointment. He nodded,

Well done. However, do not rely on the help of the Shaper girl. She has been too corrupted by the Usurper to be useful to our cause. Be careful around her.

“Of course, my Lord.” he murmured, gently placing the necklace back in the drawer and locking it. He glanced back at the Record on his desk. Well, if nothing else, he had evidence that King Jotunn’s decree hadn’t entirely wiped out the Redhammer heritage from Fangthane. Oh what a delight it would be to throw that in His Majesty’s, and the Church’s faces. Satisfied, Firetome returned to the paperwork he’d abandoned upon getting the news about Gruksdottir, feeling much better about his chances.

Edwin grimaced as he watched Selene throw her belongings into her personal Bag of Holding,

"I'm so sorry that I couldn't help any more." He sighed, "Will you be alright to make it back to Toreguarde alone?" He asked. Selene huffed out a stressed sigh,

"Getting back is the easy bit." She said, her voice strained, "The hard bit is going to be telling everyone else that there's nothing I can do about the Seal, aside from hoping for yet another Divine Intervention. At least I've got time to organise a full evacuation for when…" she trailed off, shaking her head and gulping down her emotions. 

Edwin his fingers over his brow. Selene didn't need to finish her sentence. He knew full well what would be coming the minute the Seal failed entirely. Gods damn it all, why was king Storri being so damned stubborn? The cleric felt the floor under his feet vibrate, a low dangerous growl emanating from the earth below. While he was no devotee of Moradin or Throff, he'd lived in Fangthane long enough to know what such a thing portended. He cautiously laid a hand on Selene's shoulder, his heart squeezing painfully at her dejected slump,

"While His Majesty is being unreasonably stubborn, I believe that his mind can, and will, be changed." He said softly, "Don't give up entirely. Not yet." He said, his voice soft. Selene leaned back into the touch, shuddering out another sigh. She looked up at him with a small, fragile smile,

"I'll try." She said, "If he does, can you let me know? I'd rather know if I need to call off any evacuation efforts than take the risk that he won't, or will leave it until the last possible moment." Edwin nodded,

"Of course I will." He said, squeezing his old friend's shoulder. Selene leaned her head against the cleric, briefly closing her eyes,

"Thank you." She murmured. Edwin resisted the sudden urge to kiss the woman's forehead. Where had that even come from? He settled for hugging her instead,

"No matter what happens, I will be here any time you need me." He told her, "Even if you get told I'm busy, keep insisting. I'm not leaving you to face this alone." The cleric's resolve hardened as Selene nodded. He couldn't, and wouldn't, allow disaster to befall anyone else. He'd already failed Alexis and Fai. He wasn't going to fail Selene. Edwin felt oddly disappointed when Selene finally broke the hug,

"Sorry, I should be getting on with this." She said with a half-hearted chuckle, "Don't want His Royal Pain In The Ass sending over his kingsguard to kick me out." Edwin shook his head to clear it,

"I seem to recall you saying he was giving you another day." He pointed out, "At least stay until morning, Snorri and Gruk are going to be right upset if you leave without saying goodbye properly." His heart skipped when Selene snorted, looked back at him and smiled,

"I suppose it would be a bit rude to up and leave without having a few pints for the road." She agreed, "Let me just make sure I've got everything, then we can head down to the bar."  

Archlector Vanskleig sighed as he felt the floor under his feet vibrate violently. While he was of a mind to march up to the palace to give the young king of Fangthane what for following his little tantrum at the meeting earlier that day, the wrath the mountain was channelling was not Moradin's. It was Throff's. The elderly dwarf settled into his armchair and picked out another biscuit from the box next to him, dipping it into his tea to soften it. Best to leave Her to it, he decided, he could help deal with the cleanup after.

Half the mountain was abuzz with rumours that the elemental of Fangthane was getting restless as the tremors continued throughout the afternoon. The landlord of the Elemental's Crack spent most of that time making sure that everything in the pub was utterly secured and couldn't fall off if the Elemental did decide to go for a walkabout. 

Gruk frowned as he felt the floor under his feet vibrate again. Despite his father having been a Stonespeaker –one of the best of his generation – the ability had skipped a generation, leaving the smith unable to figure out what in the Pit was going on with the mountain he called home. It didn’t help that the one family member who could hadn’t felt like coming to her uncle’s pub for almost a month. Snorri placed Gruk’s stein in front of him, breaking the younger man out of his reverie,

“What’s on your mind, wean?” The elder Ironforge asked, sitting down heavily in the seat next to Gruk. Gruk snorted,

“I wish ye’d stop calling me that. I’m not even the youngest one.” he protested.Snorri chuckled,

“Well, if Ufgi showed up more often, I wouldn’t need to.” he pointed out, “So, I’ll ask again, what’s on yer mind?” Gruk looked at his older brother incredulously,

“Aside from my youngest daughter stressing herself out to the hells and back, the fact that we ken that, unless she gets out there to help, that we’re gonna have another Demon War on our hands and now the mountain’s complaining about something and neither of us can tell what in the Pit’s wrong with it?” he replied, ticking off each issue on his fingers. Snorri shrugged,

“Well, I think I can help with the last one.” he said, “Word in the vein from the Stonespeakers that’ve turned up here rather than risking the Crack is that summat’s gone and upset it. They can’t say what because, apparently, it’s talking nonsense and no one can figure it out, but that seems to be the general gist.” Gruk scoffed,

“Da probably would’ve figured it out hours ago.” he said bitterly, “Knowing our luck it’s because that damn Seal’s already given way.” 

“Given I haven’t had any panicked Scrys sent to my personal mirror in the last hour or so, I very much doubt it.” Selene’s voice stated from behind the two dwarven men. Snorri grinned at her,

“Well, that’s a relief, but it still doesn’t answer the question of what the hells is up with the mountain.” The ex-slayer’s face fell when he noticed the pack lying at Selene’s feet, “Ye’re leaving already?” he asked. Edwin grimaced as he joined the group at the table, two pint glasses already in his hands,

“His Majesty has decided that he’s had enough of our visitor and is giving her until tomorrow to pack up and get out.” he sighed, placing the glasses on the table. Gruk’s frown deepened further,

“What, did ye insult his honour or summat?” he asked. Selene shrugged and necked half her pint before answering,

“He started it.” she replied shortly. Snorri slowly got up and sent his brother a look,

“I’ll go get Reggie to deal with the bar tonight.” he said, “I’ll be right back.” Gruk cocked his head as he returned his attention to the Grand Magus and the Abouna,

“What even happened?” he asked, already dreading the answer as the vibrations in the floor became stronger. Selene downed the rest of her pint, huffed a stressed sigh and spent the next ten minutes informing the increasingly outraged smith of what had transpired in her meeting, quietly leaving out the location of the God Clay at Edwin’s suggestion.

“So, in summary, I’m free to go get the godsdamned clay if I feel like it, but His Majesty will be damned if he’s going to actually help.” she finished. The whole pub had stopped to listen into the wizard’s rant the moment it had started, after all such rants were normally extremely entertaining. This one, however, had not been. Right as voices started to rise in protest, the floor jerked violently once, then fell still, causing the voices to die almost immediately. Edwin, who had been leaning on the table, shaking his head as he listened to Selene’s rant, shot upright, jolted from his thoughts as a shock of divine power rippled through the magical weave. A dozen other dwarves followed suit seconds after, most of them lower level clerics and paladins of various faiths. Selene, looked around the room, frowning as she felt a smaller ripple in the weave,

“What was that?” she asked, a pit of dread building in her stomach. Edwin shook his head,

“I’m… not sure.” he admitted, pulling out his Holy Symbol and muttering a prayer to it. He sighed in relief when Galana immediately answered his call, a soothing river of warmth filing him from head to toe.

My sister’s taking care of things.

Edwin blinked. It was rare for Galana to give him any direct messages, especially one as short and straightforward (yet still frustratingly vague) as that. He shrugged at the perplexed look Selene was giving him,

“Apparently Throff’s taking care of matters.” he said, “I’ve no idea how.” he added as Selene opened her mouth. The wizard grimaced,

“Well, at least it’s something.” she grumbled. She glanced over to Gruk, who was frowning into his stein, “You alright there Gruk?” she asked.

Gruk peered into his beer as though it held any answers to the questions that now ran through his mind. He was no cleric- he hadn’t once felt the Call like Meredith had, and he had never had any inclination to get involved with the divine in any way, shape or form-and yet he knew he’d felt something at the same time as all the clerics and paladins had. His stomach twisted uncomfortably right as the doors of the Hammer and Anvil were slammed open.

#aquadestinyswriting #writeblrcafe #the wizard's tale #a circle none can break #selene frigidwake #edwin goodwin #gruk ironforge #snorri ironforge #skarld firetome

[chaeyablood]

I Know the World's a Broken Bone Part 4

vampire chaeya au

chapter masterlist

words: 1492

CW: slight gore, unsanitary handling of wounds

The vampire had hardly noticed the actual bullet coming out until he saw Tartaglia about to toss it in his mouth—blood and all—like a piece of candy. "Stop-!" He quickly sat up and snatched the man's wrist, immediately confiscating the bullet. "Don't you know that ingesting vampire blood would turn you?!"

Tartaglia simply pouted. "It looks so tasty though."

The vampire sulked, but he couldn't deny that he was worried about another attack so soon. Even though he could easily handle getting shot three times with silver bullets, he was going to have a few hours of downtime while his body repaired itself.

"Do me a favor and pretend to be asleep. I'm going to tell my family that you're an injured hunter. Don't say anything, don't open your eyes. They won't notice anything wrong if you cooperate, okay?"

"Do you kidnap injured humans frequently?"

"No," the question made Tartaglia laugh, "but it wouldn't be the first time. Don't worry, you're in safe hands." The vampire only huffed in response.

It wasn't long before the two arrived at Tartaglia's family home. He smiled a bit to his family, not minding their faces of surprise.

"Ajax..." His mother frowned, apprehensively eyeing the seemingly unconscious man.

"Mama, he will be just fine. Don't worry."

"That's a lot of blood," commented his brother, having briefly poked his head in to see what Ajax had brought home for dinner.

"He's a hunter, Anthon. There was an accident but it's not that serious. He'll be okay."

"No dinner?"

"No game this time. Sorry. I'll cook something else for you."

"Big brother!" A higher pitched voice exclaimed suddenly after running into the room. "Did you finally catch the vampire??"

Tartaglia laughed a little. "Nope, Teuce. It evaded me once again. But you'd better not go out into the woods or it'll eat you up."

There was a disappointed sound from the little boy but he seemed to know better than to argue with his oldest brother, if the vampire had to guess. He could also smell the presence of another kid, but they were silent and Kaeya could feel their eyes on him. It was slightly unsettling. All he could do was wait for Tartaglia bid them goodnight and carry him away from their prying eyes and ears.

It wasn't long before he set the vampire down on the bed, seeming pleased with the bit of blood that was now staining the white sheets. The vampire sat up as soon as it was out of the man's arms, not seeming happy to be stuck indoors in an unfamiliar house full of unfamiliar people. It said nothing, but the apprehensive look in its eye was enough for Tartaglia.

"Don't worry..." He tried to soothe the vampire again. "None of them are going to bother you. Unless you count me."

The creature scoffed. "I don't even get to be alone?"

"My house, my rules. Not that I think you would hurt my family, but I won't be too careful. I don't intend to find out the hard way."

"Ugh. You humans are so annoying. I just ate a few days ago. I have no need to feed again so soon."

"Is that so?"

"It is. We feed every two weeks or so."

"Hmm, I see. Well," Tartaglia grinned as usual. "That isn't going to stop me from keeping an eye on you."

The vampire huffed. "You're the worst."

"Thank you!" The ginger's grin only grew wider. The vampire could only look at him with contempt in return.

"When am I going to be able to call you by your name?"

"Never." The man with blue hair half glared at him. "You don't need to know it. Don't try to be so buddy-buddy with me. I have no interest in being close to you."

"And yet you trusted me to help you when you needed it."

"I could have fought them off if I had wanted to. I didn't need your help."

"Sure, sure... and you don't think you need a place to rest and yet you let me bring you here. Why is that?"

"Stop arguing with me. You clearly are the type of person who wants to play the hero, so I let you. End of story."

"How kind of you to indulge me, comrade." Tartaglia laughed. "Indulge me a little longer and let me get these bullets out of you."

"Sure. Go ahead." The vampire shrugged off Tartaglia's coat and his own shirt so that the ginger could properly access the bullet wound in its shoulder. He did somewhat bask in how Tartaglia looked over his torso. He knows how beautiful others find him, and despite not seeing it himself, the reactions of others were somewhat validating.

The vampire scrunched his face up a bit as Tartaglia began to pry the scab off of his first wound. Vampire blood is thicker than human blood so it took a bit of digging even just to separate it from the cool flesh. Not to mention that he'd have to reach inside of it since the goal was to retrieve another bullet.

"Does it hurt, comrade?" Tartaglia didn't seem concerned. He had what might have been a hunger in his eyes. What a strange person he was indeed.

"No," came the stoic reply.

"Indulging me again? Don't you think you should quit doing that?"

"I'll do what I want. Are you complaining?"

"No, of course not." The ginger swallowed. "Think you could cry for me?"

The vampire glared at him. "Of course not. I said it doesn't hurt."

"It would be quite an enjoyable show, I'll admit."

"Forget it. Just get the bullet out and fuck off."

"Ah ah ah, so hasty. I don't even get to patch you up?"

"I'm not human," the vampire spat. "As you can see, the healing process is much faster than yours. Bandages aren't necessary."

"Only willing to play along for so long... I have to wonder if it was ever really an act."

"You cannot seriously think that you could actually cause me pain." He huffed flatly.

"Is that a challenge?"

"No. God—" The vampire coughed a bit as if the word physically ailed him. "You're so fucking annoying."

"Pushing buttons is what I do best, comrade." Tartaglia's smile widened once again.

"Find a new hobby. This isn't cute."

"You think I'm cute??"

"What-" The vampire glared up at him. "That is literally the opposite of what I just said!"

The ginger laughed a bit. "Defensive much? It's okay. At least your eye seems to work well enough."

"I swear to god—" The poor thing was sent into another short coughing fit— "I am going to kill you the next time you show up in my part of the woods."

"Really??" Tartaglia seemed to get his hopes up. The vampire could almost swear the threat made the ginger perk up visibly. He wasn't just going to give this weirdo the satisfaction. He just stared blankly at Tartaglia, who grinned back. "There's nothing I love more than a good fight."

"You couldn't possibly survive a fight with me. I'm much more powerful than you. Even if I tried to go easy on you, your neck would still probably get snapped."

The hunger in Tartaglia's eyes returned stronger as he dug his finger deeper into the wound. "Is that so?" The vampire squeaked at the sudden movement and quickly shut his mouth, glaring up at the other.

"It is."

"How cute..." Tartaglia seemed genuinely happy to have gotten such a reaction out of him. He seemed less tense and more adoring as he continued to slowly reach for the bullet. "Ah, there it is." He stopped and removed his finger when he found it, needing something smaller to be able to grip it properly. The vampire stoically watched Tartaglia, noticing right away that his pupils had expanded slightly when he'd shown his pain. He supposed he should stop questioning that the hell was wrong with this man or he'd continue to ponder it every time Tartaglia did anything ever.

He'd hardly noticed the actual bullet coming out until he saw Tartaglia about to throw it in his mouth—blood and all—like a piece of candy.

"Stop-!" He quickly sat up and snatched the man's wrist, immediately confiscating the bullet. "Don't you know that ingesting vampire blood would turn you?!" Tartaglia simply pouted.

"It looks so tasty though."

"Please..." The vampire spoke exasperatedly. "Please tell me you weren't going to swallow the bullet." Tartaglia wasn't (he had found that he liked to click bullets between his teeth sometimes), but it wasn't like the vampire needed to know that.

"I've passed worse things."

The vampire just stared at him, looking for any trace of dishonesty. He searched well, and the longer he looked, the longer he wondered how this man was even alive. He said nothing as he broke the eye contact and sighed.

"I don't even want to know."

"What, you're not even the least bit curious?"

"You humans sure are weird. I've heard enough. I don't want to know."

Tartaglia pouted a little. "Hmph. Fine, I'll never tell you."

"Good." The vampire knew that the question would unfortunately stay on the back burner in his mind, and Tartaglia knew it too.

#chaeya #chaeya fanfiction #kaeya #vampire kaeya #kaeya alberich #childe tartaglia ajax #i know the world's a broken bone fic #i know the world's a broken bone part 4 #not me posting 2 days late oops 💀 #you guys get it a few hours early as compensation #reading tags makes my day <3 i see them and they make sooo happy thank you so much they're extremely motivating 💖💖💖

[shanicebergania]

"She who Drowned"

Drowning. A word that sums up what I feel as I swim through the turbulent ocean called Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English.I fixed my clothes. Then, I combed my hair through my fingers as I practiced smiling in front of a small reflecting screen. ‘7:55 AM’, written at the top left part of my phone. With a deep breath and clammy hand, I clicked the button that read “joined the call.”

There, I was welcomed by faces which were mostly unfamiliar. Some of them were countenances that stared right into the camera, while others were square-shaped graves of varying colors with two letters carved on them. “Good morning, class,” uttered the sweet yet stern voice of the woman in a pixie hair cut. I was actually having the time of my life– excitedly diving into the sea of knowledge our instructor prepared for us. Too happy even. Too happy not to share my ideas regarding the questions she posed. However, that happiness didn't last that long. I felt a lump forming in my throat and my breath became shallow and fast-paced.

I panicked and tried to hide behind the comfort of the screen for the rest of the meeting. Another 20% of my grade slipped through the virtual hand. Frustrated that I couldn't express myself in the language I am majoring in, I kept blaming myself for being too incompetent.

Then, months passed. Different course, different instructor, same experience. Every time I tried to be part of the discussions, I felt like I was reincarnated to the 2017 version of myself, who despite not knowing how to swim slid into a pool. In a flash, my vision was filled with feet, my breath was running out, and my nose was clogged with water. I began to feel scared, thinking that it would be my last day on Earth. So, I wiggled my hands for help. To my dismay, I was far from the bars and everyone else was having fun playing in the water. That's why, I just stood up and tiptoed my way to survival.

In the present time, I did the same thing. Realizing that I couldn't continue living in anxiety, I stood my ground to keep on fighting my fear. Even if my voice trembles, my hands shake, and my feet wiggle in fright– I will speak.There are still times that I feel like I'm drowning, but compared to before it was more of an information overload case from having to take multiple courses that last three hours each in a single day. I think it was because we had a better schedule in the previous years. Not only that, all our classes and activities which mostly focused on reporting, writing poems, essays, reflection papers and analyzing texts were done and submitted online. Also, some of our professors from before gave us time to breathe even if it was just for five minutes. As for my fear of speaking in English, I think I became better at handling it. I was even complimented by some of my classmates when I reported my assigned topic. They said that I explained it clearly.

Although I am still far from being fluent, I can feel and see my progress. I am no longer that student who hides behind her screen or lets a day pass without saying anything. At last, I can now enjoy swimming in the ocean called Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English because I made an effort to learn how to swim. I made an effort to speak.

#college life #education

[wrench-jackie]

J.ACK W.YNAND: CHARACTER STATS.

LAYER 001: THE OUTSIDE.

NAME: J.ack W.ynand. EYE COLOUR: Brown. HAIR STYLE/COLOUR: Blond, from his mother. Always cut short because that’s how its always been. Because somehow it makes him feel like ‘himself’. HEIGHT: 6’2 CLOTHING STYLE: His one work shirt for mechanic stuff that will forever smell disgustingly like sweat. Sweaters. Sweater vest + dress shirt. They’re all ugly, he doesn’t care about the designs just the texture. BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: Jack struggles with his body a lot, feeling disconnected from it so frequently. He would have a hard time picking out things he likes about it knowing all his aspects were intentionally designed. Jack would default to saying anything that adds to his strength is the best, as it's what makes him 'useful'. If you ask anyone in the family they'd say they love his eyes. How expressive they are, and how they light up when he's genuinely happy.

LAYER 002: THE INSIDE.

FEARS: being pointless. Being abandoned. That no one likes him. That people only tolerate him because he’s useful. That one day he won’t be useful anymore and everyone will leave him behind. Again. GUILTY PLEASURE: cigarettes. Jack has chain smoked for every one of the girl's wedding planning. BIGGEST PET PEEVE: When people ignore children or dismiss their concerns for not being ‘rational’. AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: Run the PTA. Get all the girls through public school. Help the girls get into college. Learn enough words to finish a crossword.

LAYER 003: THOUGHTS.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: Where am I. where is everyone else. Someone is watching me. THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: His girls. Making sure they’re alive. That no one tries to hurt them. That they pass their classes. That they find hobbies they love. That they learn more words than him. That they get into the colleges they want. That they know they can be whatever they want to be. That they'll have all the chances he didn't. That they'll be more than him. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: This isn’t real. Good things are never real. That when he wakes up tomorrow it’ll be in a locked room with tiled floors. WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: He believes his only good quality is being handy. That as long as he's useful and making others happy, he's worth keeping around. It's actually his empathy though.

LAYER 004: WHAT'S BETTER?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: “group dates” if you mean board game night with the whole family. He doesn't like being one on one with anyone outside of the family. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Loved. The people he’s seen demand respect are dead. No one will ever respect him, but maybe he’s still got something worth loving. BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Beautiful people and brainy people have all ruined his life. He just wants someone who won't take advantage of him. DOGS OR CATS: Dogs.

LAYER 005: DO THEY...

LIE: Only about himself. He doesn’t want to burden anyone with his negative feelings. Tenenbaum is going to make an “I’m Fine” jar for every time Jack says that when he’s clearly not fine. BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: He’s not even sure he’s real, let alone feeling capable in small town America. He feels on edge, constantly judged, and is waiting for someone to sit him down and list all the ways he's failing. BELIEVE IN LOVE: He wants to so badly. But he can only feel confident in the love of children. WANT SOMEONE: Every day. He wants to be wanted. Not needed.

LAYER 006: HAVE THEY EVER...

BEEN ON STAGE: Literally? No, but his whole upbringing was putting on a performance to try and please the adults. CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: Was raised to think this way. That he needs to always be willing to sacrifice himself to please others. It easily translates to his life post game, trying to fit in small town America, when he's never met anyone his age before, by steamrolling over his feelings.

LAYER 007: FAVOURITES.

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Green. Grass Green. Tree Green. FAVOURITE ANIMAL: It’s still dogs. No one will take dogs from him. FAVOURITE BOOK: bruh he can't read that well. Probably Paddington, which he would've read to the girls. or any chapter book he would 'read' to the girls at bed time when they're a bit older. But it's 95% them helping him with the bigger words. FAVOURITE GAME: Sorry. Because it's simple. Or any board game. He loves board game night.

LAYER 008: AGE.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: best guess is September 1st. who knows tho. HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: Physically 86. Chronologically 66.

LAYER 𝟶𝟶𝟿: FINISH THE SENTECE.

I LOVE: making others happy I FEEL: fake I HIDE: my insecurities I MISS: stability I WISH: I’d been smarter. Stronger. Better.

I stole this from claire to whittle away on through a tiring week. I guess you could steal it too 🤔

#{{Headcanon}} #// long post

[yamahex]

Not The Right Time Pt. 4

Summary: You and Riah meet someone new.

A/N: It’s a long one but we gotta build up the drama and sorry for taking so long to write it😅

“Baby who’s this?” Your attention turned to door frame and you were met with a tanned skin woman with curly hair. Jack turned around to face the voice. His heart instantly dropped at the sight of Tori.

“Tori what are you doing here?” She walked up to the chair he was sitting in and you felt your defenses go up. She leaned down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“What do you mean what am I doing here? I came to watch you preform.” Her eyes scanned your resting figure then landed on your face. There was animosity in her eyes.

Jack’s head turned back to you quickly studying your aura before speaking.

“Y/N this is Tori.” Tori’s expression was quickly replaced with a clearly fake happy reaction.

“Oh I know you, this is the girl who you were grabbing in those pictures.”

“What pictures?”

“Someone took some pictures of us arguing outside the store and posted them.” A nervous expression appeared on your face, wondering if Riah was in the pictures. It’s almost as if Jack knew what you were thinking. He shook his head, subtly telling you she wasn’t.

“Well I should be going, it’s getting late.” You stood up and walked in front of Jack. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and unblocked him on social media.

“Whenever you’re ready to get together for what we talked about, hit me up.” Jack quickly stood up ignoring Tori.

“Yeah for sure, can I have your new number?” He pulled out his phone and brought up his contacts. You nodded and put your number into his phone.

Tori watched from behind feeling jealousy rise in her.

“Have a good night.”

“Goodnight Y/N, drive safe.” You nodded before walking out of the room. The tension immediately left your body, something about that girl rubbed you the wrong way.

“Jack who the fuck is that and why did you ask for her number?!” He sighed and sat back down.

“Tori it’s none of your goddamn business, why the hell are you really here?”

“Because I missed you, and I wanted to talk to you about those pictures.”

Just being around Tori made Jack want to drink again.

“Like I said, it’s none of your business.” She huffed in annoyance.

“Yes it is. It’s my business as your girl to know why you’re seen with some other bitch.” Jack’s head snapped towards her.

“Watch your mouth. You ain’t my girl Tori, and you outta do your best to put respect on her name. Matter a fact, we’re done here.” She smacked her lips and walked in front of him.

“ I really miss you J.” Her hand went out to caress his cheek but was intercepted by his hand.

“Goodnight Tori.” He dropped her hand, grabbed his stuff then made his way out the door and to the car.

Tori was left there alone, anger fuming and plotting brewing. She spoke to herself.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll fix everything.”

You quietly unlocked the door to your house, knowing Riah would be asleep. You took off your shoes and locked the door behind you before making your way to Riah’s room. Carefully opening the door you quietly walked in then placed a kiss on her sleeping forehead.

Your mom was waiting for you once you came out.

“How’d it go?”

“It went well, better than expected.” She walked with you to your room.

“So you’re gonna let him meet Ri?”

“Yeah I am, he seemed genuine.” She smiled, easily being able to tell your feelings for him were still there.

“So did you talk about anything else?” Your cheeks flushed at the thought of him saying he missed you.

“He asked if I was single then said he missed me.”

“He might want to get back together with you.”

“He has a girlfriend.” Her expression dropped.

“Oh well, at least you can co parent. Anyways I’m gonna head off to bed. Goodnight love you.” She kissed your cheek while hugging you.

“Goodnight love you too.” You sighed and went to change into your pajamas when you heard a ding from your phone. After changing you went to check it.

“Hey, just wanted to make sure you got home safe.” You smiled and saved Jack’s number.

“I did, thank you.”

“No problem. I’m sorry bout Tori.” You moved to lay in your bed.

“No it’s okay, I didn’t know you had a girl.”

“Nah I don’t, she’s just old fling who can’t take a hint.” Slight happiness filled your mind at the thought of him being single.

“Well thank you for checking up on me but I gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“Lol you don’t need it but Aight, goodnight big head.” Your heart fluttered at the old nickname.

“Goodnight J.”

Jack had to decided to prolong his stay in Vegas, in order to get close to you and Riah for the time being. Which Neelam was not happy about, but she managed to book him some shows so his fans had something to look forward too.

Over time you and Jack began reconnecting over the phone and you could feel yourself falling in love all over again.

“Do you want to come to the studio and see everyone again?”

“I’m not sure, won’t it be awkward?”

“Was it awkward with Urb?”

“No but..”

“Don’t overthink it.”

“Alright. Do you want me to bring Ri?”

Jack felt a sudden wave of anxiety.

“Yeah I’d love that, I’ll meet you in the lobby so that way we can do the introduction just the three of us.”

“Alright sounds good. Send me the address and we’ll be over in like a hour.”

“For sure.”

You spent the next 20 minutes getting ready and making sure Riah was ready too. But you could help to feel nervous.

What would she think?

Would she accept him?

You sighed and walked into her room to get her.

“Mama, you ready?” She got up from her toys and nodded. Your crouched in front of her and smoothed down her hair.

“So you’re gonna meet someone new today Ri, alright? And I’ll explain it to you when you meet him.”

“Okay mommy!” You smiled then picked her up and walked to the door.

“Good luck!” Your mom hugged both of you.

“Thank you.”

The closer you got, the more your nerves set in. Once you pulled up at the building you texted Jack. He was quick to read the message and walk into the lobby.

Upon walking in, he saw you talking to Riah. She turned her head and looked at him.

“Mommy it’s the guy from the store!”

“Yeah babe it is.” Jack walked up to the two of you and crouched at her level.

“Hi Riah, Nice to meet you.”

“How do you know my name?” She looked at you confused.

“Babe remember how when you started school this year and you came home asking why you didn’t have a daddy like other people in your class?” She nodded.

“Well Ri, you do. It’s just that sometimes people get mad at each other and don’t talk for awhile.” She turned her head to look at Jack.

“Is this my daddy?” Her head turned to look back at you and you nodded.

Silence overtook the atmosphere.

“Riah are you okay-“ Riah ran into Jacks arms and hugged him leaving you shocked.

Jacks arms instantly wrapped around her while a few tears slid down his cheeks. This image was burned into your brain, and you knew you would remember this forever. When you found you were pregnant, six years ago this was the only thing you wanted to come out of it. A family.

A smile appeared on your face as you wiped your tears. Jack stood up with Riah in his arms and lightly rocked back and forth. He looked at you and held out one of his arms allowing you to join in on the hug. You subconsciously leaned into his touch as your arms wrapped around Riah.

After a couple of minutes Jack led you and Riah to the room, holding her little hand. They got to know each other during the walk. When Jack opened the door to the recording room you were met with PG. Your heart seemed to do backflips. Six years had gone by without talking to your friends. You were so happy to see them.

“Well if it isn’t Y/N, the milf.” 2fo joked making the room crack up. “Hey guys, it’s so good to see you all.” You made your way around the room giving hugs and making convos. Jack handed you Riah and you introduced her.

“Baby these are mommy’s friends from school and back home.” You set her down. She walked up to the group of guys and shook their hands in adorable way, making them chuckle at her cuteness.

Jack walked up to you.

“Feel awkward?”

You looked up at him.

“Not at all.”

“So Y/N what have you been up to these days.” You sat on the couch and Riah walked up to you and stood between your legs.

“Just taking care of this lil munchkin.” You bent down and kissed the top of her head. The moment was interrupted by Tori entering the room, once again making your defenses go up.

“Oh isn’t this a cute lil moment we got going on here.”

To Be Continued…

Tags: @nye18 @moody4world @skybridgerton @slut4jackman @kalaharlow @yonduismarrypoppins @divalicious-jessa-blog @primadxna-girl @letmebeyoureuphoria

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #dad!jack

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

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After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

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[lys1]

This is an Asra x fem!reader. NSFW for sure, porn WITH plot <3 this is my first post on tumblr so feedback appreciated.

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You walk through the dusty streets of the Market towards the palace. Hundreds of stalls loom up on either side, alive and vibrant with colors, smells, and tastes. It feels good to be back in the heart of Vesuvia.

You turn to look at Asra beside you, keeping your exhausted pace. It had been 8 days since Nadia had asked Asra and yourself to go check out some mysterious magic happenings on the outskirts of the city. You scoff to yourself, mysterious indeed, it took half the time to even track down the little pixie creatures causing ruckus and mayhem. Eventually, after some exhaustive spell casting and careful teamwork the two of you had managed to return the troublesome pixies to the proper magic realm they escaped from.

You yawn tiredly, loosening the emerald colored traveling scarf from around your neck. It was afternoon now, and the sun was beating down.

"Almost there now," Asra spoke up, breaking the silence. He looked fondly over at you, a smile lighting up his sun kissed face. Even so, you could see that the time away from home had taken its toll on him too. You were both more than ready to hit the hay.

You nod slightly, keeping back another yawn. "I hope Nadia has food for us, I'm starved." The villagers in the towns you had visited were kind and generous, but nothing could beat the delectable food that the palace prepared.

Asra chuckled, "I'm sure that right after we fill her in on the successful pixie management she'll immediately be tending to us like a mother hen. You know how she is, she loves to provide." He pushed back his curls from his face to wipe his brow of sweat, smiling as he too imagined the delicious array of food that was about to be offered. He picked up his pace at the thought, making you jog a bit to keep up.

The Palace gates soon loomed over the two of you, sparkling and gold in the summer sun. The guards at the gate looked up as you approached.

"Ah, the magicians! I trust everything went alright?" One asked, clearly recognizing the famous duo. He smiled warmly, maybe a little starstruck.

Asra returned his smile, "it was simply magical."

You rolled your eyes at the terribly overused pun as the guard gave a hearty laugh. The two of you were waved in and informed that the countess was waiting for you in the dining room.

"Oh even better," you groaned in appreciation. "We get to eat while we talk. I love Nadia." Your stomach growls in agreement. Asra flashes you a beautiful smile as his feet climb the stairs alongside yours.

"And clearly," he adds, "she loves us back!" He was particularly looking forward to some blue tongued skink, Nadia knew it was his favorite.

It only took a couple minutes to reach the dining hall. One of the servers was bustling out the moment You and Asra rounded the corner to the door.

"Oh, hello!" They said, giving a small polite now. "The countess is expecting you! Please, come right in." They moved aside, holding the large ornate door open with one of their hands.

You wink and whisper your thanks as the two of you make your way in. Immediately your mouth fills with saliva at the smell that filled the room. The table was large and being filled with platters of many foods of different origins. The gold dinnerware twinkled delightedly up at you and the red wine glimmered deep and inviting.

"Welcome, friends." Nadia opens her arms, rising from her chair. She had just been sipping on some pre-dinner tea while waiting for her guests. She was smiling, and looking absolutely magnificent in her shining purple and gold robes.

"Hello Nadi," Asra said, joining you and her in a quick hug before seating himself at the table. You follow, sitting beside him as Nadia resumes her seat. The servants bring the last platter of steaming dumplings out at that moment.

You sigh contentedly. "This looks amazing Nadia, I feel spoiled."

Nadia smiles, the faintest blush on her high cheeks. "Anything for my favorite magicians, willing to travel far and wide in aid of Vesuvians in need." She adores, raising her wine glass. "To my dear friends, what I would do without you, I wouldn't know."

You and Asra raise your glasses with her, each of your own cheeks now a healthy pink. Nadia declares the meal to begin and you all dig in.

"Oh my, what troublemakers!" Nadia declares, after hearing the story about the pixies. The food was being relished amongst every plate and the wine was flowing steadily. "I can't believe such tricky little creatures exists." She continues, eyes sparkling as she pours another cup of wine.

"Yes, well, the magic world is something else entirely." Asra laughs, relaxed and feeling full. He was lounging comfortably, one hand gripping your thigh, another holding his gold goblet. His skin was warm and aglow.

You had your own hand comfortably nestled in his snowy white locks, massaging slow circles into his scalp. It had been a long 8 days and you were both happy to finally be able to relax into each other while having pleasant conversation.

"You should have seen the way they caused mischief," you add. “Oh I felt terrible for that village. So many upside down cows to turn over." Asra smiles as you tell the story, closing his eyes and leaning into your gentle touch. It was, to put it simply, the best feeling he could imagine. Well, almost.

Nadia chuckles again. "Well, I'm just glad that they are gone and we can laugh about this." She says, sighing in slight relief. "Vesuvia is fortunate to have two talented magicians like yourself. I am fortunate to have you as my friends. Your well deserved payment is in your guest room."

Asra blinks, "oh, you're offering us a place to stay tonight?" He asked, the gratefulness clear in his tone. You couldn't help but agree, walking back to the shop did not really sound like something either of you wanted to do. Especially, you muse, lifting your glass to your lips, after how many wine jugs the three of you had emptied.

"Why of course," Nadia looks surprised that we even had to ask. "And," she continued, "use of my personal bath this evening. You two more than deserve some relaxation and.. fun." She ends her sentence after a slight pause, giving you both a side glance full of humor.

You feel your cheeks go slightly hotter at the obvious suggestion. However, embarrassment aside, nothing else sounded better right now. You look down at your lover who was now lounging against your lap and smile. Oh how far too long it had been, the pixies had been relentless and had not offered much down time.

Asra chuckles, clearly more comfortable with the suggestion. He always had been a bit more confident when it came to discussing your private life. You found it quite endearing.

"Oh Nadi," he smiles. "You just made this evening even better somehow. I can't wait to take my love there and-"

Nadia waves her hand, laughing at your horrified face. "Please, please, I certainly don't need to know details." She grins, "just go, and take the wine."

Asra didn't need more encouragement and sat up promptly. He looks down at you, a shadow of hunger in his lilac eyes, offering you his hand. You take it, biting your lip as his gaze continues to rake over your body in the sort of way that makes you squirm.

"Thank you, Nadia." You say breathlessly, and a little sheepishly.

Nadia smiles, "anytime." She says, laughter still ringing in her voice. "Now go, before Asra here makes love to you on this table."

Your eyes open wide, shocked to hear her say such dirty words before ducking your head down in embarrassment.

Asra rests his hand on your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear, "you heard the lady." His voice is sultry and thick with want. "The table is looking awfully inviting right now."

Quickly, you turn and head out the door, Asra following close behind. The bath is not far down the hall and the two of you make great time. Asra's hand is at your waist, pressing in such a way that you know means desire. You hadn't realized how badly he had been missing you.

You make it to the door and turn to look back at your lover. You gulp at the hot scene behind you. Asra's eyes are half-lidded, purple irises cloudy with lust. His shirt is already half unbuttoned, revealing his delicious golden tan skin, smooth and beautiful. He's looking at you in a way that makes you think he hasn't eaten in a week and you are a five course meal.

He closes in, pushing you against the door and reaching for the handle. "You're terribly slow," he says, voice already rough, desire prominent. He pushes the handle and the latch clicks, the door swings in behind you.

The two of you tumble into the sweet smelling room. Obviously Nadia informed a servant ahead of time of the use of this room because the bath was already filled and steaming. On top of the water pink rose petals float, filling the area with a soft floral scent.

Asra closes the door with a soft click and looks over his shoulder at you. "Oh my dear," he murmurs, taking the couple strides to wrap you up in his strong arms. "I've missed hearing you cry my name, kissing those lips, and feeling your skin." His fingers travel up your waist and over your stomach. They linger, just a moment at the swell under your breast before finally cupping your face in his hands.

You tremble under his touch, body suddenly aching with need. You bring your own hands up to his chest and splay your fingers out so you can feel his heart beating. It's fast and erratic, excited to be close to you.

"Sweetheart," Asra whispers, voice heady. It's intoxicating to hear him talk to you in such a way. You look up at him and catch him licking his lips. You bring your own up to meet his, tongue out to capture his. He groans, melting into the kiss, gripping your hair so tightly it's almost painful.

You gasp, mouth opening and he runs his tongue along your lips, tasting the wine you both had shared. "Delicious," he says against your skin, tasting more and more. His hot open mouth kisses travel from your lips to your cheek, jaw, and finally resting on your neck. Asra loves to leave marks, and he takes your skin between his teeth intending to do exactly that.

Your moan comes out hoarse and you feel heat starting to pool between your legs. They feel shaky and weak, unable to withstand such torment.

Asra steadies you and pulls back briefly, cheeks flushed hot, want written all over his face. "We," he states, "are wearing far too many clothes for a bath."

You laugh and take his shirt in your hands. "I agree," you say, pulling at the remaining buttons. They come free easily and soon a glorious, shirtless Asra is standing before you. You drink in the sight unashamedly, totally enthralled with your lover. Gradually, though slowed by each other's groping hands, you both end up undressed.

Asra grabs your thighs and hoists you up onto his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into his soft skin. He groans appreciatively, nuzzling his face into your chest breathing deeply, and walks the two of you over to the edge of the bath.

The water is still very warm as it licks your skin. You jump in surprise and moan slightly as it overtakes your aching folds and up over your ass. "Ahh-" you sigh, slumping into the crook of Asra's neck. "This is so good."

Asra hums his agreement before taking your chin between his fingers and directing you too look at him. His eyes are swimming with love, need, and an absolute desire to ravish you. You swallow hard, unable to look away.

"I want you." He says simply, barely above a whisper. He maneuvers your body so your back is against his chest. You lean your head back into him and relax in the fragrant water. Asra snakes his left arm around your waist and trails his fingers from your belly button downwards.

You bite back a squeal as his trained fingers circle the small nub at the top of your slit. He adds pressure, rubbing you in a manner that makes you crazy. Your hips wiggle back and you feel him, hard and straining, pressing into your ass. His breath hitches only for a second before he leans down to pepper soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.

His other hand makes it’s way up to your right breast and he expertly rolls your perked nipples between two fingers. Your whole body shudders in response to his actions.

“Ah, fuck Asra,” you choke out, moving your hips to meet his fingers as he slides them down your slick towards your now dripping hole. He wastes no time plunging two in, enjoying the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

Asra lifts his lips from your skin and brings his mouth to your ear. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you. Pretty and wet for my fingers, aching to be filled.” He curls them as he says that, relishing in the soft gasps that fall from your trembling lips.

You groan as he licks the shell of your ear, hot breath teasing on the sensitive skin. “You,” your voice falters a second as Asra’s fingers continue to explore your insides in a way that makes you grip his strong thighs on either side of you. “You are ready for me too.” You finally gasp out, finding the strength to grind back against Asra’s swollen cock. You knew if you could see it, it would be an angry red and leaking precum, desperate to be buried to the hilt inside of you.

Asra’s breath comes out in a short gasp that makes you smirk in satisfaction. At least you still have a little control left. That thought flies out your brain a second later when Asra pinches your nipple hard then twists, making you cry out in painful pleasure.

“Watch yourself, my love.” He coos playfully, no remorse in his words. You grit your teeth, taking in the torture that both of his skilled hands are laying upon you. You know what he wants, and it is oh so tempting to give in. You’re almost at war with yourself as your back arches on its own accord in rapt pleasure.

“Oh please, please.” You finally break, body shaking. You reach your arms back and thread your fingers through Asra’s fluffy locks before gripping hard. “Asra please fuck me already.” You plead, unable to care anymore that you were begging.

You feel Asra’s fingers slow to a stop inside you and then remove themselves. You almost groan in disappointment but you know better.

Asra flips your body around so you’re straddling his hips. You gasp when suddenly you’re faced to face with your beautiful lover. He looks positively stunning, the soft moonlight coming in from the high windows bathing him in a pearlescent light. His skin is glowing with a cool sheen, and his breath is leaving parted lips shallowly. Not to mention, his hard cock straining against your stomach, just begging for attention.

You bring your hand down and rest your index finger lightly on the slit. Asra shudders at the touch, but certainly not complaining. He’s slick, just as you expected, and you lightly circle his tip.

“You go on and on about how ready I am.” You tease, “but look at you, practically cumming into my hand already.” You lift your fingers and bring them to your mouth, tasting his salty sweetness. Asra’s diet is rich with fruit and vitamins, and oh how you loved how he tasted as a result.

Watching you lick your fingers coyly has Asra’s eyes drooping with lust. “My dear, oh my love,” he whispers. “How I am going to fuck you until I fill you with that cum you love so much. Because it’s true, you love it don’t you.” He says, voice sugar sweet, expecting an answer.

You blush, despite your best efforts. You look at him, but he only blinks in return, waiting.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice thicker with need than you realized. You give up trying to be bashful. “Yes, yes. I love your cum, how it tastes, how it feels when you fill me up. I want it so bad.” You beg, looping your arms around his neck so your lips are just inches apart. “You have my heart, soul, and body.” The words tumble out naturally, “and gods, do I need you now.”

Asra bites your bottom lip harshly before fully overtaking your mouth with his. He’s moaning, almost desperately, into you. “I love you, my dearest one.” He pants, gripping your ass with his hands. You feel your hips being lifted up and your body quakes knowing what’s coming.

You feel the tip of Asra on the heat of your slit and you sigh deeply, “I love you too, Asra.” You say, bending your neck so your head rests on his muscular shoulder. Your lips find a sweet spot on his neck, an anchor, as he lowers you down onto him. It’s tantalizingly slow, allowing you to feel every inch as you sink lower in the water until he’s fully sheathed in you.

“Oh gods,” Asra groans, both from feeling you pulse around him and from your playful lips on his neck. “You are a gift to me.” He says, breathless from the feelings.

You smile, in delight from your lovers sweet words. Slowly and carefully you lift your hips up, at the same time dragging your tongue up his smooth neck to his ear. You suck and nibble on the lobe as you find your rhythm, bouncing steadily on the thick shaft. He feels absolutely amazing in you, filling you perfectly.

Asra grips your butt underwater with his strong hands and leans his head to the side, giving you better access. He guides your hips to a steady pace, humming appreciatively when you comply. “It has been far too long since I’ve felt your sweet pussy squeezing me like this.” He says, without skipping a beat.

You don’t have time to blush before he picks up the pace, leaving you moaning loudly into his ear as he hits the spot that makes you crazy. “Ah fuck, I agree, I do agree.” You manage, finally finding the words.

The water sloshes around your two bodies, stirring the rosy scent into the air. It’s smells amazing and makes you dizzy with pleasure as every sense seems to be met. Asra huffs gently next to your ear, holding you tightly against his body.

You savor the feelings of your chests sliding against each other, the feeling sleek from the warm water and sweat mixing. Your hips meet his, snapping against each other with quick splashes, making you see stars as he hits every time the spot that has you go wild.

The muscles in your lower stomach tighten and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re screaming Asra’s name for the whole palace to hear. “Baby,” you say breathlessly, kissing any skin you can reach. His cheek, the corner of his eye, his plump lips. “I’m going to cum.” You whisper into his mouth. He swallows your delicious words and licks your lips in response.

“I love when you do that,” he says, a slight chuckle in his words. He wraps his arms tightly around your middles before bringing his hands up to your shoulder blades and raking his nails down your spine. You shudder at the erotic feeling and arch your back against his hands. He sighs happily when you give him access to this gorgeous view, stretched out before him, stomach and tits shining gloriously in front of him. He puts his mouth on your bellybutton and licks up to the cavity between your breasts.

“Oh mmm,” he hums, pleased with the sweet taste of your skin. “You are a delicacy amongst gods.”

You flush looking down at his lustful face, sucking on your skin, leaving marks where only he will see. He latches on to one of your nipples, moaning in immense pleasure at the feel of it in his mouth. When he nips at the sensitive skin you jolt, a small disruption in the steady bounce of your bodies.

“Damn,” you curse, words choking in your throat. Your nails dig into Asra’s shoulders as he re-establishes the torturing rhythm that has you shaking desperately against him.

“Let go for me,” he suggests in a sultry whisper that has you reeling with a feverish desire. The pressure in your core is building at an alarming rate as Asra thrusts into you, filling you every time to the point where you can barely hang on.

“I-“ you falter, eyes rolling as you feel that familiar tingle across all your limbs. Oh gods, you can’t stop it now. “Asra, oh fuck, ASRA-!” You scream head thrown back. Your walls clench, and the knot comes undone. It’s amazing, you almost want to laugh in pleasure at the feeling of coming around Asra’s cock. It’s so good you almost forget to breath.

Asra curses under his own breath as he fucks you through your high, barely holding on himself. You bring your head back down and kiss him deeply, tongue joining his. It’s a short lived battle to hang on and in a flurry of short gasps you feel him cumming inside you, unable to stop himself from the uncontrollable waves of pleasure that come from your hot walls clenching around him.

You both continue to kiss each other lovingly, slowing down gradually until you’re sitting on his lap. Eventually, you pull away a couple of inches, looking into your beloved’s eyes.

“Hello,” you say, smiling at your favorite magician. Asra’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, looking at you through hazy eyes. He kisses you again, gently, pleasantly.

“Hello,” he returns, after a minute. He runs his hands up your back, massaging as he goes. “You,” he adds lovingly, “are so beautiful.”

You smile adoringly. “Thank you, Asra.” You remove yourself from his lap and wade through the water towards the collection of bottles on the wooden shelf nearby. You grab a few that you felt suited the two of you best and turned to your lover. Asra had lifted his arms to rest on the sides of the bath and was looking at you with admiration.

“May I wash your hair?” You ask setting down the bottles, but keeping a lilac scented shampoo for Asra. He smiled at you, his face soft and kind.

“That would be amazing, my love.” He said, leaning his head back into the water to dampen it. You squeezed some of the lovely smelling shampoo into your hand and waited. Asra emerged a moment later and kissed you adoringly on the nose.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “For always taking care of me.”

You kissed him back, a peck, before turning him so his back was facing you. You rub your hands into a lather before working them into Asra’s soft hair.

“I always will, forever.” You say softly, happier than ever.

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Called you on the phone today

Just to ask you how you were

All I did was speak normally

Somehow I still struck a nerve

“Hey,” you said in a soft tone as soon as Rafe picked up the phone, you were laying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Hey princess,” his tone was calm, but his voice was rough and raspy all together.

“How you doing?” you asked him, even though you’d seen him last night, up close.

“I’m doing great,” he replied in a surprisingly cheerful tone, which is weird this early in the morning. Rafe is not a morning person. “You sound tired.”

“I am tired,” you confirmed with a sigh. “Guess I have you to thank for that.”

“My pleasure.” he replied cockily, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could practically hear his proud smirk.

“So, what’s the plan today?” you asked in a casual tone, fidgeting with the edge of Rafe’s shirt, the one you wore to sleep.

“Uh, what do you mean?” he asked in a distracted tone, he sniffed subtly and coughed.

You knew what that meant, but still, you hoped it wasn’t what you deep down knew it was.

“Yeah, I mean—“ you said and made a brief pause. “Wanna go to the club? Maybe we can take a ride on the boat, you know, with food, alcohol... just us.”

“Can’t, I’m busy.” he said after a few seconds, if you didn’t know him better and his occasional mood swings, you would’ve said his tone was harsh.

"Really?" you asked in a soft tone, trying to disguise your disappointment with interest. "But I thought we were going out together today."

"Y/N, just because I'm your boyfriend it doesn't mean I have to be with you all the fucking time."

Okay, now he was definitely angry, you thought you said the right thing, but it still made him angry.

"Rafe-"

"No, Y/N. I have a life of my own, you know? Things to do besides you."

“That’s okay Rafe, I get it,” You said calmly, nodding your head softly. “Have fun today.”

Now you clearly heard the sound of him sniffing something and the sigh that left his lips after, and Barry’s voice in the background. “Don’t play the victim card on me, that’s not gonna work. I deserve to have some time off.”

“I didn’t,” you said softly. “And it’s okay baby, you’re right, you deserve to have some fun.”

“See? No need to be so fucking dramatic,” he said, his voice and words slurring. You? Dramatic? It was all him. “But don’t worry princess, I’ll drop by tonight and fuck the attitude out of you, yeah? That way I’m not just doing things with you, I’m doing you.”

And with such a vulgar comment and a harsh tone, Rafe hung up on you, leaving you completely dumbfounded and filled with incredulity.

What you did know for a fact, is that he would keep up his word. And judging by his tone of voice and how annoyed he was, you could already imagine the ache between your legs.

You got me fucked up in the head, boy

Never doubted myself so much

Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy?

I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you started hooking up with Rafe, and what you were committing to when you agreed to be his girlfriend.

You know that man carries more problems than he shows, he prefers to make himself appear as the Kook prince who lives a life of partying and money; hiding all the things that were going on in his head.

However, there were times when his attitude made you doubt yourself.

You couldn't help but think, ‘What if one day I don't manage to calm him down?’ ‘What if one day he realizes that there is someone prettier, or hotter, or wealthier out there?’

And Rafe would get angry if you doubted yourself. He would complain to you about it, saying you had no reason to be insecure about your looks; if you are absolutely gorgeous, or to feel insecure about your personality; if you were the most genuine person he'd ever met, and you could make him laugh until he forgot all his problems.

But what really made him furious was when you had doubts about the relationship itself, about whether or not he was capable of leaving you for someone else. He took those doubts personally, as if he wasn't trying hard enough to show you how much you mean to him.

When in reality; you were doubting yourself.

'Cause it's always one step forward

You were preparing dinner for you and Rafe, your family was out for the weekend, and Rafe had decided to spend it with you.

Your hair was tied up in a bun, your attire consisted of nothing but your underwear and a shirt that used to be Rafe's, but you took it so long ago that it's yours now.

Music from your shared playlist played in the background, as you danced absentmindedly with a spatula in hand, extremely calm and enjoying time with your boyfriend.

Rafe could do nothing but stare at you with admiration, you are literally the only good thing in his life; his little piece of heaven. You are everything to him.

As soon as Dark Red by Steve Lacy started playing, you let out an excited gasp. That song in particular is Rafe’s and yours, like… if you two had to choose a song to describe your relationship, it would be that one. It represented how you two did not always have good times, but your love prevailed.

Seeing you this happy, comfortable and at ease with him made Rafe's soul happy. All his life, he had done nothing else besides make people angry, disappointed, terrified. But with you, everything was different.

You were so focused on swaying your hips to the music and singing, that you didn't notice when Rafe stood up and walked over to where you were.

It wasn't until he stood behind you, chest to back and with his hands on your hips, that you realized he was closer. His head was bowed, you could feel his breathing close to your ear, so he was able to murmur in your ear the lyrics of the song:

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe,” he sang in your ear, his voice a soft whisper as he wrapped his arms around your body and started to sway with you. “Only you, darling, only you, babe.”

The gesture quickened your heart to unsuspected levels, you felt your knees weaken as you pressed closer to his body, appreciating his closeness as he pressed a kiss against your temple.

“You know I love you so much, right?” he mumbled in your ear, as you closed your eyes and relished his presence.

“I love you too, baby.”  you mumbled back, leaning your head against his chest, caressing one of his arms around your waist with your fingertips, and bringing your hand to his ash blond hair, stroking it softly.

and three steps back

“Why is he mad at you, again?” Topper asked you with a raised eyebrow, after witnessing Rafe utterly avoiding even looking at you when he walked into the room and then left without a word.

“Because I told Barry to not open the door if Rafe dropped by,” You replied with a shrug, closing your eyes and leaning back against the chair. “And when Rafe tried to lash out on him, Barry said it all had been ‘Mrs.Country Club’s’ request.”

“And he’s mad at you because you don’t want him to get all fucked up?” Topper questioned next, trying to understand the situation. But he never knew what the fuck you two were up to.

“Yes, but it’s Rafe, are you surprised?” you said with a heavy sigh.

“No, not really,” Topper admitted. “Honestly, I don’t know why you keep up with him, Y/N.”

“I ask myself that all the time…” you said with a deep sigh. “But I love him, so I guess that’s the answer.”

“And? I mean, I don’t want to be ‘that guy’ Y/N, but he’s…” Topper trailed off, apparently looking for the right word.

“I know exactly how he is, Topper, I don’t need you to remind me. I already think about that way too much.”

You and Topper had easily assumed that Rafe was no longer around, since he seemed to be making his best efforts to avoid you.

But Rafe was there, and he heard everything. He’d heard Topper giving you bad advice (or what he considered bad advice) And he heard you, having doubts about why you loved him or stood by him at all,and it made him want to lash out again.

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad

It's always one step forward and three steps back

Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand

No, I don't understand

[+18. Really]

“Leave me alone!” his voice boomed in the room, his brows furrowed and the veins in his neck were popping out.

“Rafe—“ you tried once again, approaching slowly in an attempt to place a hand on his shoulder, but he waved it away aggressively.

“Leave-me-alone,” he said, pausing in between each word to emphasize on how much he meant it. His eyes were bloodshot, his nose had specks of white dust, his lips were dry and his voice was coarse.

You weren’t entirely sure what you could say to get him to calm down. Or if there was anything at all you could do.

Normally, what upsets him the most is Ward. His own father. Rafe has spent his whole life trying to prove he's a good son, to make his father proud, and Ward never appreciates his efforts, only notices the bad, and ignores Rafe's clear calls for help, has since Rafe was 10 years old, so he certainly wasn't going to pay attention to him now that Rafe finally had a steady girlfriend, someone who had willingly decided to help.

95% of the time, you managed to talk to Rafe before he decided to resort to intoxication. Most of the time just seeing you helped him calm down, hearing your voice soothed him, and your lips, your skin, put him in a state of peace.

But the other 5% is when Rafe resorted to alcohol and, above all, drugs.

When Rafe is upset and decides to get high, he only manages to become unstable, erratic and yes, aggressive if not handled with care.

In those situations, the best thing you can do, putting yourself first, is to give him his space. Let him screw himself as much as he wants for that day, and help him deal with the consequences the next day, while you listen to him lament his attitude.

Rafe always said he would quit the vice; claiming you were all he needed to calm himself down, that you made him feel at peace. And above all, that you weren't slowly killing him; on the contrary, every minute he spent with you made him feel more alive.

However, for one reason or another, he always came back to it. Whether it was at a party, because Kelce suggested it, or, as is almost always the case, when he's upset with his father and needs quick relief.

And usually, this ‘quick relief’ ends up with Rafe fucked up, big time.

Once he was convinced that you wouldn't try to intervene again, Rafe went back to his business. He turned to the table, and since he already had the line ready, he simply leaned over and inhaled it, throwing his head back, running his hand through his hair and exhaling as he closed his eyes.

You exhaled heavily, shaking your head as you stared at your feet.  You knew he would struggle to quit, after all it is an addiction and he has to fight it, but sometimes you get the impression that Rafe doesn't want to quit, not really.

"Do you want to help me?" asked Rafe eventually, turning his head to look at you. You didn't know if it was a trick question or not, so you hesitated before answering. "Answer me."

"Yes, of course I want to, Rafe." you replied with your respective hesitations, wondering what he was up to.

"Come here then," he said, making a 'come hither’ sign with his fingers.

You took a hesitant step but stopped, your eyes narrowing as you analyzed Rafe, trying to determine his intentions.

He raised both eyebrows in your direction, in a silent question of whether or not you're going to go with him.

Eventually you walked over to where Rafe was, he smiled at you while biting his lip lightly. Without saying anything he approached you and kissed you; the drugs made his senses heighten, so the kiss was intense from the beginning.

So that's when it made sense to you what he wanted, he wanted you. Your most obvious thought is that he would use you to take out your frustration, put the drugs aside and, most likely, fuck you.

Your idea seemed to be the right one as soon as Rafe grabbed you by the waist, still with his lips on yours, left a little bite on your lip before pulling away; and without any problem, lifted you off the floor and placed you on the table.

It's something you wouldn't admit out loud,—mostly out of shame and guilt,—but this kind of sex with Rafe was the best, he's completely unrestrained, rough, full of stamina and teasing, and above all, possessive. And that, in combination with his attractiveness, always drove you crazy.

And honestly; if what he wanted was to fuck you to take out his frustration, you'd let him.

His kisses were hungry and his hands desperate, running all over your body without distinction, as if he didn't know where to start.

He parted his lips from yours, and left a kiss at the corner of them, on your jaw; and began to make a little trail of slow kisses down your neck. The feeling of his lips on your neck made you bite your lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist to feel him closer.

You slid your hand under his shirt, caressing his defined abs and the sides of his body gently with the tips of your fingers, as he left little bites on your neck. Your hands slowly moved up, intending to remove his shirt, but Rafe was quicker and brought his hands to the edge of your shirt, causing you to stop your movements to raise your arms, so he could remove your shirt with ease. And so he did.

He parted his lips from your neck and stared at you, the hunger in his eyes made you feel a fire in the pit of your stomach that only he could put out.

Desperately, your lips connected again as he settled between your legs. One of his hands traveled to your neck, and he wrapped his fingers around it, pressing lightly to the sides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; though he couldn't see it.

With just enough strength, Rafe used the grip he had on your neck to push you down onto the table, so that you were lying on top of it.

As soon as he leaned over the table, you could feel his breath over abdomen, so you bit your lip in anticipation for what was to come.

He began to leave slow, wet kisses on your abdomen, making a slow trail to the edge of your shorts. Your automatic reaction was to close your eyes and put a hand in his hair, stroking it gently.

What you didn’t know is that the fact that you closed your eyes had given Rafe an opportunity he couldn't miss. Without you noticing, he slid a hand to the side of the table, where the small bag of white powder was.

To conceal his actions, he unbuttoned your shorts, and returned his lips to the beginning of your abdomen for more time.

The little bite he left to distract your attention caused a gasp to escape your lips; and that sound almost caused him to change plans completely.

He did want to fuck you, don’t get him wrong. He even had a mental debate about whether to continue what he was doing or simply sink his head between your thighs and provoke more sounds like that.

But he wanted to try something first. He had always wanted to try it, but had never asked you, because he knew that you would most likely say no.

With ease, he slid your shorts down your legs; so that they stayed at your ankles or fell to the floor; he didn't care. One of his hands slid into your underwear with ease, his fingers going straight to where he knew you needed him the most.

Trusting that you would not open your eyes, carefully, he put the white substance on your body, so delicately you didn’t notice. He began to prepare to inhale, while biting his lip in reaction to the sinful sounds that left your lips.

And obviously, without warning, Rafe inhaled a line from your thigh.

And all your sounds stopped, your eyes opened and your expression was filled with surprise, the bad kind.

You couldn't believe what Rafe had just done, you felt like an idiot for falling into the trap.

You also had to bite your lip to keep from letting out a moan in reaction to what his fingers were doing in between your legs, but your pride forbade it.

But more than anything else, you were outraged.

“Rafe, you did not just—“

“It felt nice, yeah?” Rafe’s voice was hoarse, you could feel his breath over your skin, as he left little kisses around. “After all, I did feel you clench around my fingers.”

His dirty words, hoarse voice, and close proximity to your body, not to mention his fingers deep inside you, caused you to let out a soft moan, causing Rafe to smirk in what he thought was victory.

But you wouldn't let him win this little game.

Although you really didn't want to, you grabbed his hand by the wrist and pulled him away, your legs trembling slightly at the sudden lack of anything between them.

Rafe's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as soon as you pushed him away from you and got off the table, lifting your shorts off the floor and putting them back on without a word.

"What are you doing?"

You didn't answer, as you searched for  your shirt, feeling his heavy gaze on your body.

"Y/N, where do you think you're going?"

“I’m leaving you alone as you asked me to, remember?” you said in irony. “Before you sniffed a line off me after I begged you to quit that shit?”

“Oh, so now you’re playing the victim?” his voice rose. “Don't- Don’t act as if you wouldn’t have let me fuck you less than a minute ago!”

"Yes I would have let you, to distract you from that shit!" you admitted to him, failing to control your anger. "I said I wanted to help you, to distract you, to give you something different to do. Not that I'd give you another place to snort lines from!"

Rafe knew you were right, of course he did.

You had spent months after months trying to get him to quit, you had offered him countless hours of your days to give him something new to do, distractions, attention and love. And this is how he had decided to pay you back?

But Rafe was angry too, very. You had interrupted him, you were yelling at him; and you had left him so hard, that it would start to hurt unless he did something about it.

“Fine, then get the fuck out of here.” Rafe spat, his anger clearly getting the best of him.

Your eyes widened at that, you hadn't expected him to react like that.

Your best case scenario would be that your attitude would piss him off, yes, but that he would retaliate by getting you back to the table and showing you everything you were missing.

Instead, he simply took your word for it and told you to get out of the room.

“What?”

“You heard me, get out.”

“Rafe—“

“You uh, you have three options, yeah? You let me fuck you over that table and do whatever I want, you get out of here, or I’ll get you out of here.”

The first offer was tempting, it really was, but you wouldn’t allow him to talk to you like that. Before anything, came respect and dignity, and no matter how much you wanted him to fuck you silly, you were too angry and disappointed at him to let it slip.

Blinking repeatedly to chase away the tears from your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the other end of the table, your jacket from Rafe's bed, and walked out of there without another word as you heard him calling your name.

And maybe in some masochistic way

I kinda find it all exciting

Like, which lover will I get today?

Will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?

Your relationship with Rafe was unique.

Not because of the circumstances in which it was created. A one-night-stand that turned into something casual, that was formalized after a dinner.

If not for Rafe.

You loved him, no doubt about it. You would give anything to see him happy and at peace, at peace with himself and succeeding in his life.

Rafe would do anything for you, really, anything. No matter how risky, demanding or dangerous, he would do anything for you.

He would die and kill for you.

But that surely didn’t mean it was an easy relationship, hell no. In fact, the willingness both of you had to do anything for each other sometimes made things too complicated; for at times it seemed that not a single rational thought crossed your minds.

And yes, Rafe’s addiction was a big issue. Whenever he was too high, or going through withdrawals, he wasn’t the Rafe you knew or had grown to love, it was another side of him you wanted to help get rid off. And the process wasn’t easy.

While trying to get clean; there was no way to know how he’d behave. He could either get clingy and want you around at all times to calm himself down, or he’d be in a very bad mood all the time, constantly snapping at you and raising his voice.

So there were days where he’d walk you to the door of your house and leave you there with a tender kiss and a smile.

Or days when you’d get out of his truck without a word, with tears streaming down your cheeks while he kept yelling for probably the stupidest thing.

No, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong?

It's back and forth, goin' over everything I said

It's back and forth, did I do something wrong?

'It's back and forth, maybe this is all your fault

Rafe knew he wasn’t okay. After all, he had begged his father for help, begged for anything that would get those thoughts to stop, but his father hadn’t listened, had only told him to ‘man up.’

You knew he wasn’t okay. Which is why you wanted to help him, to offer the support no one else had bothered to give him before he met you.

Whether he wanted it or not, those thoughts were still there. Being with you made them easier to ignore, but it’s not like they vanished entirely. He still had some ideas that made his own skin crawl.

And sometimes, you’d say or do the wrong thing and trigger those thoughts. And things got bad again for him.

Rafe knew you wanted nothing but to help him get better and be the best version of himself, and he really wanted to give you that. To change and make an effort. Not only for himself but for you. He wanted to be a man worthy of your love.

But it was hard to be anywhere near decent when you two went out and a guy stared at you for longer than Rafe’s limits allowed, or when guys tried to hit on you, when his friends got a little bit too close for his comfort.

Whenever he got jealous, he turned into a walking, talking ticking bomb. Anything could, and would set him off.

It wasn’t your fault, not really, but most of the time you felt it was. You knew Rafe dealt with a lot of insecurities already, of not being a nice person, not being good enough and so many other things. And you hated being one of the factors that caused his insecurities to arise.

And I'd leave you, but the roller coaster is all I've ever had

It was a complicated relationship, and it would probably never stop being complicated because both of you are complex people, plus there are other factors that affect the relationship.

But that didn't mean either of you would stop fighting to keep it alive. Neither would let the other go.

Rafe utterly refused to ever let you go. He loved you as he had never loved anyone, as he never thought himself capable of loving with that twisted heart of his.

You are, without exception, the best thing in his life, the best thing that ever happened to him. And you being in his heart was slowly turning him into who he had wanted to be during all those years of loneliness.

And you would never let him go, because you loved him with all your heart, soul and nerve of your body. And because you know that no one will ever love you like him. With so much passion, intensity, honesty and purity.

Because every feeling Rafe expressed with you was true; he was himself with you. And you didn't want to let him go.

Even if the two of you went one step forward, and three steps back, that single step would be longer than any step life makes you take backwards.

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