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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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so I was thinking about what if eddie is friends with robin before she meets steve. Eddie knows that robin is a lesbian and robin knows he is gay, so they start fake dating to keep people shut (mainly robin's parents). But then steve starts working at scoops ahoy, and when he becomes friends with robin, he also meet eddie, and he feels so guilty and confused for feeling attracted to his friend's bf

I hope this mess make some sense

I can totally see them being friends already. Eddie was for sure a band kid before he quit since it wasn't his kind of music. Plus we know he's a drama kid since that's where the list said he might be and he clearly had access to drama props just look at his throne. Anyway here is an idea of how the rest of your ask could go.

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Steve felt like shit.

He finally had a friend his age that wasn't an asshole and was actually a good person and he was fucking it up like he fucks up everything. Robin was great, she was funny and didn't take shit from him. Conversations felt easy with her and for a moment he thought he might get a crush on her until, "Who was that you were talking to?"

"Eddie? He's my boyfriend," the answer seemed simple but felt off somehow but Steve brushed it off crushing any embers of a crush on Robin. "Oh cool, you should introduce us next time, how am I supposed to be your work boyfriend if I'm not friends with your real boyfriend." Robin had laughed at that.

Soon Eddie was coming over a lot, cracking jokes with Robin and he got over his distaste for the old King Steve when he was given the Robin Buckley seal of approval. Steve had warmed at that, felt that he was actually improving as a person if Robin and Eddie could see he had changed. Eddie would even visit when it was just Steve on shift, bringing tapes to educate Steve on real music or to steal free samples and cool air away from the summer heat.

Soon though it had all come crashing down. Eddie had started using nicknames for Steve but he had called him sweetheart the last time he visited and Steve had blushed. It had started a spiral for Steve, he didn't understand his emotions and feelings, questioning if he still liked girls, if he'd ever liked girls. But worst of all he felt like he was betraying his new best friend by crushing on her boyfriend. Robin and Eddie deserved their happiness and didn't deserve Steve ruining anything. He hadn't had the chance to talk to Robin about it, to confess his shitty friendness to her before it happened.

Before the Upside Down happened.

Now Steve, sitting in a mall bathroom, bloody and blue, felt so much guilt. Guilt for his feelings for Eddie, guilt that he might never see him again, guilt that he was lying to Robin, guilt that Robin had been dragged into this. Maybe that's why he had practically volunteered himself to be tortured over her. He could keep her safe and if he died she could get out and be happy with Eddie.

Maybe that's why he told her, too much guilt and no filter left.

"You OD over there, Harrington?"

"I'm sorry, Robbie."

"What's wrong, Steve, we're ok, we're going to be ok."

"No, no, I'm sorry you're even in this mess."

"Hey, the kid's right, you die I die ok. You're my best friend, Steve."

"I'm a shit friend, Robs, you deserve better."

"You're not shit, Steve, you saved me."

"Should've died down there, Dad says all us queers should be dead anyway, maybe he's right, you deserve better than me."

Robin was quiet. The bathroom was dead quiet.

Eventually, although it felt like an eternity, Robin pulled herself under the stalls to Steve.

"Steve? Look at me."

Steve slowly looked up at her, ready to hear everything she had to say about how he was disgusting and that he should've died.

"Eddie isn't my boyfriend." That's not what he was expecting to hear.

"W-What?"

"Eddie isn't my boyfriend. He just says he is so that no-one knows that I like girls, only girls."

"Holy shit."

"Holy shit. So no, I'm very glad you're alive, and I'm very glad you're my best friend ok. You die, I die."

Steve started crying now, quiet sobs pulled out from inside him as he fell forward into Robin, holding her tight.

"I don't know what I am, I think I still like girls, I liked Nancy, but, but, there's this guy I really really like, Robbie, and I don't know what that makes me."

"It makes you, Steve, and that's perfectly ok, we'll figure out what you are later. I think the guy you like likes you too, so let's make sure we get out of here to see him again yeah?"

Robin had a knowing smirk and Steve had never felt more seen. He fucked his head blushing again.

Through the blur of the blood and the screams and the glass shattering, Robin and Steve didn't seperate, didn't even seperate when they were sitting in the back of an ambulance as Steve got his head checked out.

"Robin! Steve!"

They both looked up as they heard their names frantically screamed. The paramedic gave them the all clear and let them out, they looked around to see who was calling them. Strong arms crashed into them pulling them towards their body.

"Fuck you're ok."

"Eddie? What're you doing here?"

"What am I doing here! Robin the mall is on fire it's all over the fucking news and I knew you two were on shift since I was coming over later and fuck I thought you were dead, the shop's phone wouldn't pick up and I just, I—"

"We're ok, Ed's. We're ok."

Eddie carefully ran his fingers over Steve's bruised face, the fear still clear in his eyes.

"I can't lose you guys, I can't lose you, Stevie."

"Wowww Eddie not too worried about you girlfriend?" Robin said smirking again.

Eddie's eyes widened, "I um I mean of course I was much more worried about you, babe."

"EW never say that again, don't worry, Eddie, he knows."

"He knows?"

"Mhm turns out dingus here has another thing in common with us."

"Oh."

If Eddie held Steve's hand all the way home, that was between them and Robin, just as it should be.

#stranger things #this got away from me but i love it #ficlet #angst and fluff #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #st4 #eddie munson #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #stranger things season 4 #steddie #worried eddie #unlabelled steve harrington #gay eddie munson #lesbian robin buckley

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jennsterjay · 3 months

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Ganke M: You know today's a leap day right?

Miles G (looks up from his workbench): …Okay and?

Ganke M: This day only comes once every four years

Miles G: Okay sooo, you tryna do something or what?

Ganke M: Yeah let's do something

Miles G: It's already dark though, what do you wanna do?

Ganke M (shrugs): I don't know, you tell me? You got any ideas?

[Miles considers it for a moment, then gets up from his workbench and walks to stop in front of Ganke]

Miles G (smirking): …I can think of one idea

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[Miles G, suited up in his Prowler outfit holding Ganke M bridal style near the edge of a high building. The two have utility belts on with lines connected to a secure homemade zip line that spans from one building to another]

Ganke M (looking at the bottom): Holy shit Miles this is crazy!! Remind me to never ask you for anything again!!

Miles G (looks at him through the mask): Bro chill, the lines are secure and I know because I do this everyday. I swear I got you... It's a leap day, so we're gonna take a leap from here and land over there, together.

Ganke M: I'm so glad I already ate before this

Miles G (retracts his mask and looks into Ganke's eyes): Chill…Ganke I got you. Do you trust me?

Ganke M (looks into his eyes): …Yes

Miles G (smirking): Then, who do you main in Street Fighter Alpha 3?

Ganke M: What? That game is so old but everyone knows that the most broken characters are either Dhalsim or-

[Miles G grins, activates his mask, then leaps off the building with him as the air whips past their faces, and Ganke holds onto him for dear life]

Ganke M: AKUMAAAAAAAAAA!!!

[They zipline and after the first ten seconds of the jump, Ganke opens his eyes while Miles laughs in his ear, and Ganke laughs and joins in while holding him tighter]

Ganke M: HAHAHAH YEAHHH!!!

Miles G: WOOOOOOOO!!!

[And Ganke thinks, as he looks up at him while the street lights shine below, that maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all]

#It's a leap of faith #happy leap day XD #ziplining across buildings with your best friend (who's also your crush) several feet in the air #don't worry they made it in one piece by the way 😏👌🏾💜💻#clawcode #earth-42 #miles g morales #prowler miles #miles 42 #ganke m lee #ganke 42 #ganke lee #milesganke #atsv #across the spiderverse #(tw: heights & fear of heights)

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angelskills · 8 months

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Toji x F!reader

warning : angst, p/wp, 18+, smut, virgin/sensitive reader

meanings: Y/N : your name, E/C : eye color

authors: me & my bff

trigger warning: abuse, breakdown, fights

note: this is my first fan-fiction, so please let me know what I should change or work on. Please be honest.

PART 1 (scroll down for smut with the header 18+)

You wanted to feel something again. Other than sadness, disgust, anger. You never knew how to deal with your emotions. Nor how to express them.

Your family was nothing but emotional damage to you. You are the oldest, with a younger brother. Parents who always argue with each other, and you being left with your younger brother to comfort.

You had to take care of your family alone. Cook, clean, serve. You name it. But one thing, you were perfect. Your personality, your loyalty, your looks. Same thing over and over.

Little did you know it would only bring you misfortune.

Your family was struggling financially. And with you being the most perfect human being, they had decided to sell you off to the Kamo clan.

“Y/N, you gotta understand. We need money and-" your mom says.

"Is that a fucking excuse, mother?" you interrupt.

Those memories flash back to you as you run away from the clan, remembering the trauma they left you. You hated them. They treated you like a dog. Slapping you whenever you got the slightest thing wrong. Threatening to leave you in the streets. You barely felt happiness. But, your friend, Yumi. She worked as a maid with you but as the idea of running away came out of your mouth, she immediately refused. Not giving into the risks of getting caught. You had tried convincing but she had said her farewell. You were starved if you did not behave. Even if you behaved and somehow bothered somebody, they would do unspeakable things. But, there was always this guy who would stand out. He used weapons, which you are not supposed to use if you are a sorcerer. Well, you had always thought he was one.

You run and run and run. Of course, barefoot. You can't run with zoris (shoes worn with a kimono). Leaving scars, and cuts on your foot. Tripping about a 100 times. You were glad that you managed to get out. But, what now? You had tripped again, bruising your knee unable to get up. You felt dizzy, the trauma, leaving your friend behind, starvation. Your tears fell on the ground. Crying for a little luck.

At the end, you passed out.

You wake up on a queen-sized bed. Holy shit, it was so comfortable and soft. Who knows when you last slept on an actual bed, let alone a queen-sized bed.

But wait hold on, who's house is this? Where are you? You had tried to get up but your knees hold you back. Damn, you were hurt bad. On top of that, you felt dizzy, you had a cold too?! Maybe running away while it was raining wasn't really a good idea. Anyways, a man walks in the room. God damn, he was attractive. Huge, and muscles. And obviously, tall. He had a scar beside his lips. Wearing a robe and wet hair. Wait a minute.

"TOJI ZEN'IN?!" you yell, scared as fuck. You thought he was basically going to kill you. He looks at you funny. You were glaring at him, backing up with your blanket about to cry.

"It's Fushiguro now, are you dumb?" he said, walking up to you.

"Why am I here?!" you asked, absolutely creeped out by Toji.

"Uh.. maybe because you were on the ground? Passed out? I can always just throw you out in the streets, you know?"

Your eyes widen and sudden memories of the threats the Kamo clan left you with started poping up in your mind. Not to mention they had actually done that to you.

His phone starts ringing, "Wait, gotta take this." he said attempting to walk away. Your hands squeezed his robe not letting him go, "I'm sorry." you said as tears started flooding your eyes. Rubbing your head, he walked away. After he exited the room, you got so embarrassed because you had such an unnecessary reaction. You got up carefully and walked out of the room. You saw Toji on the balcony talking some nonsense. The apartment was clean. But luxurious.

Toji walked up to you, "Wtf was that about?"

"I don't know. Your apartment is so pretty though." You said. Trying not to bust out crying and beg for help. You wanted to open up, but you didn't want pity.

"Okay, enough chitchatting. You need to go." He said.

"I have nowhere to go. Plus." You spread your arms trying to hint at your dirty clothes.

"What? You want a hug or somethin'?" He said, trying to hold in a laugh.

"Ugh, no! I'm talking about my clothes" You yelled.

He finally understood you and gave you a T-shirt and grey sweatpants, which, of course, was really baggy. At least, it was comfy tho!

"Do you have a bathroom?" You asked.

"No, I piss in the bushes." He said angrily.

You got mad at him. He pointed you to the bathroom. You struggled to walk but made it just fine. After you showered and changed, you saw Toji eating in front of the TV. Holy shit, this is really the modern world.

You sat beside him, "So... what do you do for a living?"

He looks at you up and down, "Get rid of people like you."

You looked at him mortified but also in confusion, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind."

You were still confused. What does he mean by "People like you"?

Toji's phone started ringing, "I have to go now, you can leave or stay. I don't care." He got up to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Nunya"

"What's Nunya?"

"Nunya business" he said leaving the apartment.

Of course, you were mad. But, you knew you had to get out of here. You started looking around the rooms to gather stuff you will need. You took a bag and stuffed food, water, clothes and came across a safe. You knew what you had to do. You looked around the room the safe was in and luckily found a screwdriver. You started unscrewing the hinges. Holy shit, that man was rich. You thought to yourself in shock, "What the hell does he do for a living to have this much cash lying around?" You took about ¥1.5 million. Your leg was still hurting but you had to go. You left the apartment and you were looking for directions to a nearby hotel. You asked some local people for directions.

You got to the hotel. And you were just planning on staying there until you have somewhere to stay. It was nighttime already and you were tired. You went to your room 101 and damn, it looks so luxurious. Well, this is what ¥4,500 gets you. You jumped on your bed, feeling the pain in your back slowly drift away. You were tired. But, at least you have some money to get you going for now. As you were just about to fall asleep, you heard noises from next door. Damn, they were loud. They were having a bit TOO much fun. You were fed up with it and knocked on the door of the room next to yours. A girl opened the door after a while, "What do you need?", having a blanket covering.

"Nothing but uh can you guys be more quiet. I can hear you from next door-" You got interrupted. You saw Toji show up behind the girl as he was putting on his shirt, "What's going o-"

He saw you. Your heart dropped to your stomach but you were also in shock.

"One second, I'll be right back." He said to the girl as he left the room. You attempted to back up to your room and close the door on him. You turned around and suddenly heard him push the door open. He grabbed your arm to make you face him, "What the fuck are you doing here?" He was mad. "I left, duh. I should be asking you that" you replied, looking at him directly into the eyes. "Why do you have all my stuff? On top of that, my clothes?! Wait a minute, how did you even pay for this hotel room?" You looked down, scared of what he might do. He noticed the bag of money on your bed, "Okay, I'll be taking this" as he grabbed the bag from the bed and tried to walk out. You attempted to catch up to him, "Wait wait, I don't want any trouble" You tried to grab his arm. He then swiftly grabbed both your wrists at once and pushed you against the wall, pulling his head closer to yours. Your heart was beating so fast that you might have actually passed out. "Don't mess with my shit." He looked into your eyes. You felt like he was controlling you with his eyes. "I'll be taking my money now, I expect you to return all of my things tomorrow things. If you don't show up, I'll find you." He left the room and you dropped immediately to the floor. What's going on? You were in shock but you weren't complaining either. But you hated to admit you couldn't help but feel yourself blushing a little.

You went to bed trying so hard not to think about him. But more than that, you were worried about the money. You didn't know where to go and staying in his apartment would just be weird and awkward. Even if you wanted to run away, you wouldn't have anything. You thought to yourself, maybe going back to Toji's place and try to convince him to help you out a little bit.

The next morning, you got up but left Toji's stuff in the hotel room. You went back to Toji's place and knocked on his door.

"Where's my stuff?" he said.

"Okay, Toji listen. I'm in a very difficult place right now and you seem to have a lot of money and I know you can spare a little bit. Especially since you helped me that one night." you begged him, "Please, I just need help right now."

You were the type of person who never asked for help, but this time you actually needed it.

He stared at you with a blank expression. "Please..."

"And what will I get in return for doing all of this for you?"

"What? Why do I need to do anything?" You said, in confusin.

"Alright then, you can leave." he said as he was about to close the door on you.

"WAIT I can... be a really good maid! I swear, I'm really good at cooking, cleaning, laundry, anything!! You name it!!"

"Anything?" He said, kneeling a bit down to get closer to your face, smirking.

"Yeah anything... as long as it pays." You jump in surprise.

A while later...

You didn't know how it got to this point. From Toji saving you to begging him for help to you squirming on his lap with your pussy spread by his two thick, long fingers. Oh, he loved to torture tf out of you. His fingers hit your sweet spot every single time, making you whimper. You wanted more. No, you needed it. Hiding your face in his neck trying to quiet down.

"Damn, you're sensitive." he whispered in your ears.

He slid in one more finger, making you moan in pain but also pleasure. You were dripping. The slick sounds that were made by Toji as he kept abusing your cunt. Hugging, gripping onto his neck, scratching, almost bruising it from the pleasure. "Hngh- T-toji- please." Meanwhile, he had his face buried between your tits. Sucking and kissing your nipples. Not being able to take it, you came all over his fingers

With the other hand, Toji pushed his underwear off and tossed it to the other side. You were surprised, just seeing his cock made your pussy clench around his fingers. He took his fingers out and slid It in your mouth, making you suck his fingers, "Good girl." As you were distracted, he swiped his head between your swollen lips. You yelped in pain, your sloppy hole clenched around his cock, "W-wait, i-i don't think- aanghh! it'll f-fit"

"It will." He groaned, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you down onto his cock as he laid back. At this point, you were a mess. You were drooling, moaning your life out, only being able to scream Toji's name. You were that sensitive.

"T-toji! Hngh- aahh!! p-please more!!" You moaned, but it seemed like Toji was struggling too. You clenched so well around him, so tight and he absolutely loved it, “H-holy shit, fuckfuckfuck.” You couldn't take it anymore, it was so much. Being fucked by Toji Zen'in? Damn, you were lucky. You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. Pulling out from the kiss to catch your breath.

You felt your orgasm coming again, being sensitive still from the last time. Toji chose not to be cruel this time and abuse your cunt even more.

Your hands clenched on his chest. Your legs were shaking but you loved it.

Next Morning...

You woke up on Toji's bed, your back hurting from last night. But, Toji had already left the apartment. Toji had told you before that there were bandages in the closet for your feet. After you put bandages on your feet, you noticed that you guys are out of milk and eggs so you decided to go out for groceries.

You left the apartment and started to walk, you saw Toji and his eyes swidened at you, "Y/N, go back to the apartment, Wtf are you doing??"

"I'm getting groceries. Cuz your fridge is empty. Unless you want to starve." You spit out.

"I don't give a fuck, Y/N." He said, "I'll starve, just go back."

"Too bad, I don't want to starve and you can't control me." You said, about to walk away.

He grabbed you by your wrist, "Well last I heard you’re my maid and I’m the one paying you so maybe just do what I ask you" and pushes you into the alley way aggressively. Pinning you onto the wall as he covered your mouth with his palm, "Don't speak."

You peeked your head a little bit, fighting against Toji's palm(you had to put in A LOT of effort) and recognizing one of the Kamo Clan's guards. You immediately pushed your head back on the wall, in a state of panic. You were scared that you would get dragged back to the clan, as tears flooded your eyes.

Toji put his hands firmly on your waist, pulling you closer to him. But, at this point, you were crying quietly. He wiped your tears, "Stop crying..." He felt awkward. You tried not to burst out crying even more, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Toji looked out to see if there were any guards, "Okay, let's go back to the apartment" he said as he grabbed your arm.

You got back and he made you sit on the couch. He offered you water and made you some fish cakes, "Are you okay now?"

He sat next to you. You struggled to speak, "Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"I dunno... I felt bad." He said as his mouth was filled with the food, "Do you want some space?"

You nodded and he led you to his room, and he sat in front of the TV, watching his favorite drama.

After a while, he knocked on the door, "You good now?" as he opened the door, "Yeah, I'm fine now.. thank you" You smiled lightly. You attempted to get up but from last night and the cuts on your feet, you tripped, falling on Toji's chest. He caught you but it's like yours and his eyes were locked. You grabbed him by his neck to pull him into a kiss. He picked you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. Passionately giving him kisses.

As he had you against the wall, he started taking your panties off, putting your leg on his shoulder. He slid in two of his fingers in your hole at once stretching you out, making you yelp in pleasure. You tried your best to hold in your moans, clinging onto his neck and legit scratching it as he abused your sweet spot.

"We went through this last night, Y/N." He groaned.

Hearing him say your name made your pussy clench around his fingers even more, bringing you close to your orgasm. "T-toji- I'm c-close"

Well, this time, he decided to be cruel!

As you were so so so close, he pulled out his fingers, not letting you feel the satisfaction. You whined at the loss of his fingers, "Not yet."

He took off his underwear and threw it somewhere, who cares? "to-o oh,! fast!" You whimpered in the sudden spark of pain and pleasure. You felt his cock entering your hole as he grabbed your waist to push you down, "C'mon, you can take this, like you did last night." He wasn't even fully in and your pussy was already dripping. He moved his hands on the sensitive part of your cunt, already learning your body. He pushed his cock further in, "T-toji- hngh- can't take it when you go too fast-"

"Isn't this what you want?" He smirked at you, rubbing his hands on your cunt, coating his hands with your juice. He started rubbing his cock at the sponge area in your pussy, making him groan, "aah- fuck.."

"Oh- ah- fuck toji! i'm g-gonna cum- i-it feels s-so damn good- aah"

Your pussy clenched around his cock so well, making him groan. He pulled you into a kiss as you coated his cock with your orgasm.

#jjk #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jjk toji #smut

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wutheringmights · 5 months

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I wanted to read one last book to close out the year, so I shopped through my bookshelf for a small little novel I could read in a few days and ended up pulling out my copy of The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger (CITR).

I never read CITR in high school. My AP teacher had the privilege of being able to assign us non-state standard readings and took full advantage of it. And in college, professors just assume you've already been forced to read it. But, nope. Not me.

I actually bought my copy many years ago from Goodwill when I lived in [redacted city], then proceeded to forget about it until now. I only mention this because my copy is apparently the UK edition and doesn't have so much as a synopsis on the back. So beyond knowing a little bit about the misinterpreted poem scene and that everyone HATES Holden Caulfield, I had no idea what this book was even about.

And... holy fuck.

This book is AMAZING.

At first, I just thought it was funny. I was enjoying how much of a shit head Holden is, and all the ways he is such a teenager. He's insightful, but draws some of the dumbest conclusions you have ever seen. He thinks he's so suave and cool, and it's so clear that everyone thinks he's a loser. He wants so badly to be thought well of by his peers while not respecting any of them. I love how Salinger writes his narration, how he branches off into little anecdotes about barely related topics.

But at some point, I just got so sad for him. I'm not sure where exactly it hit me, but at some point you can't help but see how tragic he is. He truly is in so much pain and has no idea how to process any of it. He's traumatized and has been failed by every adult in his life. No one is helping him.

But for a character that has such a reputation for being a manipulative man, he really does seem like a child who is scared to grow up. I was surprised to find out that the titular catcher in the rye monologue was about wanting to protect the innocence of other kids. With the way people discuss this kid, you would think he was conspiring to kill, well, John Lennon.

By the end of the story, when he's with Phoebe at the carousel and he's feeling happy for once in his life, I was crying (or as Holden would say, that killed me).

I then proceeded to spend the next twenty minutes staring at the ceiling, just trying to make sense of it all.

It's such a shame that this novel has been so thoroughly marred by its controversy. I tried to talk to my sister about it afterwards, and she just got really hung up about how she always thought Holden Caulfied was a "psycho" and "one-step away from being a school shooter."

Which, no? Did we even read the same book? Are we still talking about the same kid? He's a brat, but he's not out there to hurt anyone one.

I'm not sure how I would have felt about this book had I actually read it in high school. On one hand, I had a hefty respect for classics when I was a teen and would never dare claim that any one of them is terrible or stupid (except The Great Gatsby). But on the other, I think that a teacher that tried to teach this novel as Holden being a character who has profound thoughts and sees through the veneer of polite society (like apparently how it was taught to my brother)... I mean, I would have believed it but adult me certainly doesn't agree.

This book definitely lays a blueprint for Robert Cormier's entire catalogue, and I was obsessed with his books in junior high. So I probably would have inevitably liked CITR.

I'm glad I waited until now to read it. Teenage me wouldn't have understood everything in it. Older and (hopefully) wiser me does, and she will defend Holden Caulfield with her life.

#a new type of girl: 13 year old obsessed with the Chocolate War and I Am The Cheese #it was a CHARACTER trait #me rambling #me reading #bookblr #books #the catcher in the rye #jd salinger

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year

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can you write a one shot about clumsy reader× Loki where the reader is clumsy and falls even if she is sitting or bumping into things and people or burning herself i want to see how loki will be protective torwod her (if you don't feel inspired to write this it's okay love your writing by the way ♥️)

Hii sorry it took me so long to write, I'm a clumsy person and currently own several cuts and bruises from several different things. However it can get so embarrassing at times. I hope you'll like this if you're still here, thank you I'm glad you enjoy my writing 🥰

Falling for you (Loki x Female Reader) (Fluffy fluff)

The first moment Loki laid his eyes upon you, he found you on the floor, on your knees, collecting a bunch of tangerines that you have dropped, one of them rolled so close to his feet so you crawled towards him and he was going to make a dirty remark like he usually did in a woman's presence but then you looked up and those soft eyes melted him. Just a fleeting moment, so unimportant, he didn't even have time to grasp it carefully before the moment passed but deep down in his rigid icy heart he felt a little something. Later on he had an epiphany that he had fallen for you while you fell in front of him.

"Hiii ..sorry..I slipped..they mopped the floor I guess ..you know they should put those cone sign thingy that says wet floor..the one you know with the umm..the cone –" you followed his gaze and looked where he was looking, there it was, the slab that said "wet floor" in huge clear words "Alright I guess I'm blind then" you muttered under your breath as you felt mortified, you have heard of the tall brooding Asgardian that has joined the Avengers recently and you didn't think this is how your first meeting would go.

"Are you hurt darling?" His voice was so sultry and smooth, it immediately warranted you to look up at him again, he kept his eyes on yours as he lowered himself down slowly in a squatting position before he put one of the knees down on the floor, so graceful like a wild feline. Thankfully he didn't smell like one, he smelled like lillies. You sat down on the floor as you felt a pain in your ankle, you were busy picking up those tangerines that the pain took its sweet time to register.

"Just my ankle..it's fine ..I'm getting late for work" he didn't listen to you, you weren't fine he could tell, he looked at you before he slipped the shoes off your right ankle and you squealed internally, thanking the lords for the self pedicure you have given yourself just two days ago. He took the sock off and grabbed your ankle to assess the injury. You had luck playing for you today.

"See how awful it looks?" Grimacing look appeared on your face as you looked at the swelling that was only getting worse.

But then you noticed the green shimmer washing over the injury and all of a sudden it was gone, the pain, the swelling, all of it was gone, it vanished, like magic.

"Oh my god ..holy shit god..thank youuu so muchhh ..you have no idea how much I appreciate this..I cannot afford a leave right now..Robert would have killed Mee"

He raised his brow as you blabbed mindlessly. Who was this Robert and why did he want to hurt this sweet little thing he wondered?

"Who is this Robert fellow that you speak of?"

"My boss at the Cupid Cafe? It's on this floor only, I got the job last week.. honestly speaking..nepotism was involved because my mom and Robert went to school together..you see? My friends are so envious of me right now..man you won't believe, they ask me everyday if I saw an Avenger and to be fair I thought I'd faint when I saw Iron man last week..he's shorter in real life though..he looks so tall in pictures and my friend Sheila? She is such a big fan of yours.. would you like to sign something for her?" You finally stopped speaking and he smiled, showing off those pearly perfect teeth, so perfect that you could feel your surroundings lightening up in his presence. God of thunder who?

You wished you had not blabbed though, being clumsy wasn't the only flaw you had, you also had the nervous Verbal diarrhea..

He stood up and put his hand out for you like a gentleman so you grabbed it and he helped you stand up, he didn't let go of your hand though, the butterflies were raging inside you, he was so tall and handsome, you had to look up to even match his eye line.

"Ummm thank you mister Loki..I need to get back to work" you bent down to pick up the basket of tangerines, then you tried to get out of there as quickly as you could without embarassing yourself further, bad move, because you slipped again. Caution : Wet floor and wet panties.

He shook his head in disbelief then he made it his mission to drop you to the Cafe safely before you'd trip again. No tangerines were harmed in the process.

Loki has never been the one to make friends or acquaintances for that matter but your uncoordinated personality and running mouth won him over, he visited the cafe frequently after that and he'd often watch you trip, drop things, fall down, burn your fingers off hot things, on number of occasions he witnessed you goofing up and the more he witnessed the innate talent you had to get yourself hurt the more protective he became of you.

He made sure no wet floors would ever be on your way ever again, if you were carrying heavy stuff he'd take it away from you right away. He'd heal every cuts, burn marks and bruises you carried on daily basis.

"How many folks you bumped into today my darling?" your cheeks flushed as he questioned you, it's been months since you have been working here and your friendship with him had grown steadily, you never wanted to get your hopes up or that it could ever be more, especially seeing the kind of women he hung around with.

"Just one.. and it wasn't my fault she was looking at her phone"

"Just one huh?" He smirked and you huffed before you rolled your eyes. His eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

"Okay fine two" those brows didn't tame so you stopped lying to him. "Five.. happy?" He giggled as you said that, in the last few months especially in moments like these he wanted to grab you and kiss you, then he never wanted to let you go, what place could have been more safer for you then his own arms? But he didn't think you felt anything for him, sure he felt the care and concern you showered on him, but he didn't want to get his hopes up or have his heart broken or worse lose this precious friendship he had managed to not fuck up somehow.

"I'll fetch you tomorrow, yeah?" He asked you and you nodded.

He wanted to invite you to Thor's birthday party and as excited as you were you couldn't help but feel scared, a big lavish party like that would require you to look a certain way and you knew you'll have to confront your worst nightmare. The stilettos. You had never been able to walk comfortably in heels and you had tripped a countless times before so you decided to give up on them entirely but you couldn't go to an Avenger's party wearing flats or shoes right?

At the party Loki was around you all the time as if he was scared that you'll embarrass him, that's what you thought, you totally missed that he didn't care about it, he just wanted to keep you safe, he asked you to not put on something you felt uncomfortable in but you insisted.

"I have to attend this quick interviewing session, just enjoy the party and I will be back soon alright?" He told you so you nodded, you got a comfortable spot next to the bar as you sipped on your drink, your eyes fell upon Loki in the other corner of the room, the black suit he had on devastated you completely, so many sexy women were at this party and they all had their eyes on him, you felt saddened as you thought about one of them getting lucky tonight.

"Ohhh look.. ain't that the girl that keeps messing up our drinks?" Sam commented, making Bucky and Natasha laugh.

"Samuel, I'd suggest giving up on any games if you want to sleep tonight in your bed instead of the medical wing, my brother is extremely fond of lady y/n" Thor said to Sam, he knew of his brother's feelings regarding you and he didn't want any trouble.

"I'm not even going to do anything..she'll manage it herself.. watch..hey y/n? Hey?" Thor facepalmed as Sam called out for you, you smiled as you heard your name, someone wanted to talk to you? An Avenger wanted to talk to you?

"Come join us?" Natasha yelled and it made you even happier, they were on the other side of the lounge so you grabbed your drink and walked towards them, big mistake because your the stilletos made your ankle twist and you fell down horribly, the sound of the glass breaking brought all the attention towards you, your eyes teared up as you looked around, sounds of laughter erupted in the room. Your whole body felt still, your ears felt hot as the embarrassment drowned you, it was prom night all over again.

Loki stormed towards you quickly and he made you stand up, his eyes circled around the room and everyone got quiet all of a sudden, his searing gaze was enough to intimidate them. A few shards of broken glass had pierced your skin and it broke his heart, he felt even worse when he looked at you and your eyes were filled with tears

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry loki..I ..I'll just go" his eyes teared up as you mumbled an apology to him. You tried to walk past him but he held your hand.

"Come with me please..please?" His voice was so soft and gentle, you knew that he'd never make fun of you when you felt this way, you nodded and he walked you out of the tower then he made you sit in the backseat of his car as he sat next to you. He used his charm to remove the shards and heal the cuts, you kept sobbing and he didn't know how to comfort you so he cupped your cheeks and leaned into you to kiss you, just a soft gentle peck but it stopped the crying. You looked at him shocked at the gesture,

"Why did you do that?" You asked him confused, that's when you noticed that his eyes were teary too and that was the moment that gave you the courage to do what you did next.

"I'm sorry if you didn't want me to..I should have asked darling but I just–" before he could finish his words you kissed him this time. He pulled you on top of his lap as you kissed him deeply, your lips moved in the perfect rhythm and your heart soared more and more the longer you felt his lips on yours. It was perfect, it was better than any fantasy or dreams you have had of him in the past few days.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you"

"You could never embarrass me darling, I just abhor how it makes you feel" you looked down as he said that. You abhorred it too.

"I have always been..a little off balanced" you smiled to hide the pain and the embarrassment. You didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't a cute quirky girl trait as movies and books had made everyone believe, it was embarrassing to not have control on your body sometimes.

"And that is absolutely alright..I find it quite endearing. I just don't want you to be hurt my sweet little thing"

Or Maybe it was a cute quirky girl trait if God of Mischief found it endearing.

As embarrassing as the fall was, it brought you closer to him, after planning an actual date for tomorrow he conjured a pair of shoes for you and made you discard those abominating heels. He took you back to the party, hand in hand, he announced at the same party that you belonged to him now and if he would witness anyone making fun of his sweet little thing he'd rip their head off their neck then he'd carve out their eyes with his dagger to play chess with them. His words, not yours.

Drunken Thor revealed the conversation that had occurred among them before you tripped.

Oh and Sam definitely didn't sleep in his bed that night.

#loki x female reader #loki #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x you #loki fics #loki fluff #asks request

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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HELLOOOOO (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

First of all, i love ur content so much holy shit, like just the world building is amazing but also the really well written characters AND THE LORE, so good, just *chef's kiss* and the fact English is not ur first language always takes me by surprise bc your writing is so good 🙏 like I love reading about ocs and the likes, but yours is definitely my favourite :')

Seconly, I'm here on my knees,asking, if perhaps you could write a small fic/more headcanons on how it'll be like to be in a poly relationship with Obie,Mervin, and Ludwig?

You wrote about it slightly before and since then i couldn't take it out of my brain😔

P.S- i wonder, how long did you have the idea about Krulu and Admin, and The Clergy, and the entire wrold-building before you decided to publish it on Tumblr?

Anyway, that is all, HAVE A GOOD NIGHT/MORNING AND A GREAT CHRISTMAS 🥰💜💜🥳🥳🥳😚😚

[AAAhjldc- Thenk, that genuinely makes me shriek with happiness, I'm glad you're enjoying the stuff! I can't really do ya a fic in a timely manner, so I'm going to ramble if you don't mind. :V]

It's already been discussed that Ludwig is the first one to meet you, and interacting with him on his own is nothing out of ordinary. You'd never expect that he has two other, utterly insane siblings, that he's in fact just as batshit mental, just better at hiding it. Truly, putting all three together is the key to seeing their true nature.

While Lud is the one to introduce you to his brothers, Mervin is actually the first one that'll declare this dynamic a relationship. There will be a lot of confusion for you initially, as you're getting swayed into romantic situations with each of the brothers seemingly behind the other's back. You're likely to reach a breaking point, and confront all three about it- Only to have the fork tell you something among the lines of "What do you mean, dipshit?! We've all been dating you for weeks now." And while it's far from a gentle nudge, if he hadn't told you that to the face, the other brothers would have taken much longer to make a statement.

The most affectionate of the bunch is Obie. Out of the trio, he's got the less hangups about physical touch and will often drape himself over you like a blanket. Lud and Merv definitely think he overdoes it and will make efforts to either join or rip you away from the glutton. This is easier said than done.

Ludwig and Mervin will be investing in your self-defense skill, as you'll eventually be brought into the Common Ring of Hell to meet Katia. Mervin teaches you directly how to fight with or without weapons, and your opponent is almost always Ludwig, because it kind of gets him off to fight you. By the end of this, you'll be able to hopefully buy yourself some time if a more powerful demon attempts to make a victim out of you.

Katia is a very nice lady who's just happy to see her boys found love, you'll be accepted into her heart without issue and you'll definitely get to see the ever elusive baby demon pictures. There's nothing cuter than seeing a picture of baby Ludwig putting Mervin in a chokehold while Obie's standing by their side, casually eating a pillow. That album is a bit cursed... But Katia does want a picture of you four together! Speaking of, she's here when you have trouble with any of them okay? If they start getting any funny ideas, she's just a call away. You're likely to be quickly escorted away by the three heathens when sloth mama starts mentioning grandkids.

Ludwig is the designated piggyback ride giver.

Obie is oftentimes oblivious to your flirts, Mervin has to hit him over the head and whisper the obvious.

It may seem like Mervin has more brain cells, but he does not, that's Ludwig's unwanted privilege. Nonetheless, the prideful demon often spearheads most outings.

Mervin is somehow more easily flustered than Obie by your antics. The hardest to fluster is Ludwig, but when it does happen, he gets quiet and extremely blushy, so pat yourself in the back.

As mentioned before, fighting between them over the smallest thing is common, and even healthy for demons, but some fights will be started purely because they want you to wedge in-between and give them attention.

Obie is the one that lends you clothes the most, although Mervin disagrees with this because the glutton is a "slob" and "has no taste".

The three are trying to decipher how to propose to you and can't reach an agreement. Ludwig argues they should polish the skulls of their enemies and put the wedding ring on one of the horns. Mervin can't afford the ring he wants so he's just going to steal it. With a lot of effort. Obie wants to do it with a massive feast that'll put even Vorticia to shame. Needless to say, it's going to be a very bizarre proposal.

I can't think of more right now, but you can always ask. <:1

#Ludwig oc #Obie oc #Mervin oc

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the-punforgiven · 1 year

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All My Tarnished In Elden Ring

2 of you said do it so I'm doing it lmao

My first character is Ari, they were my very first character and are currently my "main" character. They started out as a raw Strength Claymore-only build and just kinda stayed that way until after I'd beaten the final boss. My original intent was to have them do the rad Carian Sword stuff as a sort of spellsword/battlemage thing, and while they can do that now, I just kinda waited a little too long to spec them into INT so now they're just a friendly summon who's a tanky sword-wielding sword mage who can deal a casual 7453 damage with Carian Grandeur under the right circumstances (As for weapons since they're my Main character I've got a bunch of random shit I've leveled for hyper specific situations, but Claymore is still, as always, Old Reliable for them)

My second character is one named Bryndegaard, she's a VERY heavy Strength/Faith build that I like, accidentally made good lmao Turns out guard counters with the Great Mace do a lot of stance damage Her shield doesn't have an Ash of War on it, and her mace has Prayerful Strike, so even if someone does manage to hit her through it, her vigor is so good and Prayerful Strike is so strong that the damage is usually pretty negligible. She's my tank/healer build first and foremost, but I also have the Envoy's Longhorn levelled up for her just in case I need to absolutely decimate a large boss like Placidusax or Astel. The Longhorn also worked surprisingly well against Elden Beast, as turns out its 80% Holy Damage negation doesn't mean much if you output too much damage for it to matter

My third character's named Edge, Lord He was supposed to be my Spooky Scary Death Mage but tbh I haven't touched him in a while so right now he's just a really unoptimized scythe guy with like, Rancorcall and that's it. I tried to make him look like a black metal musician and I think I did really well, but he also looks so angy it's really funny to me fhdjksahfkxz

Fourth character is Vlad, he's my funny little Dracula Boy. He's not very good but I love him nonetheless. He's built around claws, bleed, and Lifesteal Fist, which I'm very glad was recently buffed because man, this guy was not great to play before that lmao Also I love how tiny his head looks with that cape it's really funny to me

5th character is Guano Gobbler. Very original. Do Not Steal. Idk man I wanted to get the Dung Eater ending at least once, and idk I didn't want to get it on anyone else. I did use the Dung Eater's facial presets for him, I just thought it'd be funny to make him bald too

6th character is the lovely Cap'n Rumguzzler. My entire thought process behind him was 'want pirate' and then I made one. I have no idea what build I was gonna make with him and as a result he fucking sucks but I love him anyway. He also has a cannon hidden in his back pocket or something (I am aware what his name is one letter away from, that just straight-up did not occur to me at all when I was first naming him)

7th character is my Gravity Boy, I don't like his name so you don't get to know it. I've decided he's not going to progress past Maliketh because I still want at least one character I can co-op with in Leyndel. He's exactly what he says on the tin, he's got a Zweihander with Waves of Darkness and he's got a bunch of gravity spells. Not much else to say tbh aside from that I really like how the purple of the gravity magic goes with his All Black Everything look tbh. It's just very aesthetically pleasing to me

8th character is The Legend Herself, 4PattyCheeseBurg. She's built with the express purpose of having the highest possible health achievable in game. Her first 85 levels were all in Vigor (She started out with 14). She only uses the Star Fist. Red Sun gets stuck in my head every time I play her. She's somehow the strongest character I've ever had for Colosseum battles. I've made people just straight-up avoid her completely for entire matches. Demigods fall before her. The earth itself shatters at her victories. She's so fun to play I love her

Her health bar looks like this btw.

9th character is, regrettably, RudolphReindeer. My friend wanted to do a funny holiday-themed run and he'd already claimed Santa, so this is the best I could come up with. You don't get to see his face up close because I hate it

10th is my sleep build, Eurythmics (Because, y'know, Sweet Dreams) idk what else to say about them aside from that they're here, they do sleep, I don't know what to do for their fashion, and they're Not Very Good

11th character is just this one, I've named her Sellsword because idk what else to do with her She's a Quality/Quality-Mage build and I just kinda use her for testing out all sorts of wacky shit trying to wrangle huge damage and big AoE's (Fun Fact: Hoarah Loux's Earthshaker is buffed by the Highland Axe, and the buff stacks if you have a second one, but for some reason it is not buffed by the Roar Talisman) I like making her dual wield stuff also

and the 12th (last) character is this one, She's a Quality build with a bit of arcane. With her I typically use either the Claymore, Marais Sword, or Eleonora's twinblade, and the Dragon Communion Seal in her off hand. Her damage is surprisingly good for me barely playing up her bleed potential, and for some reason she tends to get summoned by randos way more than my other builds, couldn't possibly imagine why She's in the Hoslow set here, but sometimes I switch it up and put her in the Briar armor (With the Vagabond legs/arms) instead. idk just kinda depends on mood but I think the Hoslow chest's red bits compliment her eyes idk

And that's it, that's all of them minus a few I started, got like 5 feet from Limgrave, and haven't touched since

Elden Ring 10/10 game, absolutely consumed my life 👍

#Pun's text Posts #Elden Ring #Tarnished #Tarnished oc

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marley-manson · 2 months

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read a few of these unfilmed scripts the other day, and holy shit I'm glad they stayed unfilmed lol.

The Contract is about Klinger getting his section 8 and regretting it, featuring Hawkeye and BJ grumbling about Klinger winning their signatures in a poker game despite having freely offered them before, and another instance of Klinger declaring he has no friends or family back home and his only family is at the 4077. Absolutely dismal.

(And it's funny, like for some reason people love to jump on the idea of Hawkeye having no friends back home because... idk he once talked to 2 childhood friends who didn't care that much about his nightmares? And that means Hawkeye can't have other friends I guess? But "canonically" Klinger is apparently the one who has one(1) ex-friend and that's his only designated friend before he got drafted, no one else back home for him, nothing to go back to. Bizarrely bad writing.)

Toast to Mildred is about Potter being in love with Margaret and Margaret being down but Potter deciding not to cheat on his wife with her and simply love her from afar? I thiiiiink? It's a little unclear to me but god the vibes are so bad lol.

And Peace is Hell is as bad as you'd think from the title, it's about Potter and Margaret bonding over not wanting the war to end during a temporary ceasefire, and that being framed as touching and sweet rather than villainous the way it was when Frank and Margaret did it. It did have 2 isolated highlights in Potter organizing a softball match in which Hawkeye doesn't participate or show any interest in as far as I could tell, and Margaret actually wielding her authority as a major over Hawkeye while being a dick to the nurses, which I wish we saw more in the show.

I think these were all spec scripts since they're written by people who haven't written any other Mash episodes, and Toast to Mildred especially reads like some dude's fanfic lol. But yeah. The show itself could get pretty bad at times wrt the framing of the 4077 friendships, but it was never quite this dire at least. Reading these felt like dodging bullets.

#marley on mash #wonder if the conclusion to draw here is that ppl watching mash wanted even more military positivity lol

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arlecchno · 2 years

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mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

fifteen | stay

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as things go downhill, you tried your best to salvage what's left and figure out a way to unfold the mysteries behind the culprits of the crimes. after sleepless nights and stressful thinking, you ended up sick instead. how will you continue your work now?

warnings: swearing, overthinking, mentions of blood and murder, lots of comfort, scara takes care of you, me overusing the only one bed trope idea on my series once again lmao

a/n: *drum roll* thank you SO much for 100 followers! i never thought i'd get this far and i'm glad everyone's enjoying this series. as a reward, this chapter is around 3.7k words!! let's hope ma has a happy ending hahaha... happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

as soon as the mug hit the floor and shattered into millions of pieces, scaramouche immediately jolted from his position on the couch. he swiftly turned his head to you, eyes widened and worry cradled his face.

“holy shit, are you okay?!” he asked worriedly, though his words fell on deaf ears as time seemed to stop for you.

he's dead?

is this real, or are you just hearing things?

scaramouche's phone was still in your hand, the call you were on with childe a second ago still there, meaning he's heard everything.

“what's that sound? y/n, what happened?” childe's voice popped up from the other line, but his words too had no answer from you.

the ravenette beside you took his phone from your hand. “i'll call you back.” he said flatly, and ended the call.

putting your hands on your head in disbelief, you dug your feet to the floor, not even minding that there were shattered glass everywhere, resulting in your feet starting to bleed from the sharp object.

james words from the other day played back in your mind.

this isn't over.

was this what he meant?

you think again. no, that's impossible. who in the world would kill themselves just to get back at someone?

wait.

the trial.

he just came back from the trial yesterday.

he was supposed to be sent to jail right after you were done.

the trial might be displayed on the news.

snapping your head up, your eyes instantly landed on the tv screen.

“the 34-year old drug trafficker was found dead this morning in a police van, with the driver missing.” the news reporter said, face stoic. “he was initially to be sent out to teyvat prison after the man was dealt with a dreadful trial. it has been going on for a year now, and the trial was officially finished the other day, with the man, james, being guilty.” she continued.

fuck. your name might be exposed. your real name. with your face. everyone's gonna know who you are.

and what's worse is that your cover's going to be blown.

how did it get this fucked up in just a day?

please don't say it.

you repeated those four words for an infinite amount of times in your head.

please, i can't afford to lose this case.

“the trial involved a detective from the only prestigious precint, the fatui precint, who was shot by the victim over a year ago.”

you shivered, biting your thumb nail anxiously.

“reporters have started showing up at the precint upon hearing the devastating news, wanting to hear what detective–”

the tv news got cut off.

you perked your head up in confusion. “huh?”

scaramouche was dumfounded too, mouth left agape.

you turned to him. “is this from the news or is it our tv?”

“...pretty sure it was the news.”

what?

who in teyvat had that much of power in snezhnaya to make the well-known national news get cut off?

your phone on the coffee table lit up, the soft melody of your ringtone started ringing through the living room.

ah, sure, if it isn't the one and only.

your worry for your cover about to be blown up dissipated, now only confusion plastered on your face. picking up your phone, you answered the call.

“captain.”

the usual busy noise of the precint was now replaced with a much more chaotic one. shouts, screams, and every single disorderly sound can be heard from the other line. “y/n, there's something–”

“you were the one who did that, right?” you cut her off.

the tsaritsa's voice changed to confusion. “huh? what do you mean?”

you huffed. “don't play dumb with me, i know you were the one who cut off the news right before my name got revealed.”

“...i seriously have no idea what you're talking about.” she said, panting from who knows whatever she's doing.

you raised a brow, though stopped when you remembered that she couldn't see you. “then why did you call me?”

the tsaritsa sighed. “i–” she stopped for a second, scattering for what you assumed were crime files. “the precint is a whole mess right now, people are trying to barge in here to get you in the spotlight for some reason. but now that i heard what you said, i assumed words got out that he's dead.” she said.

“i suggest you stay inside your dorm for the next few days, i'm afraid people will find out who you are sooner or later.”

“but...” you shriveled. “you don't know anything about what happened to the news?”

the tsaritsa sighed once again, sounds of footsteps emitted from your phone. “i have no time to watch the news today, dear. sure, i have enough of a connection with all of the higher ups in this nation, but i don't even have an ounce of idea on what you're speaking of.”

huh, who could possibly be responsible for that now?

“please, take care of your safety. refrain from going out for a while, you'd have to hold off the case for now.” she concluded.

you were silent a few seconds.

“i'm sorry, y/n. this was unexpected, and it's all we can do for the time being.”

you held your phone more tightly than before, knuckles turning white. “it's... it's okay, i understand.” you said, voice almost breaking.

“we'll try our best to not get you exposed and have your cover blown. i know this case is important for you, so everyone here will help you with whatever we can.”

letting out a breath, you replied. “i'll see what i can do, too. thank you for your help, captain. hope i'm not too much of trouble to you guys.”

“it's alright.” she muttered. “i'll have to leave now, this place is a complete mess. i'll call you back soon.” she ended the call the second she finished her sentence.

ah,

everything's surely fucked up now.

you slowly placed your phone on the coffee table and buried your face in your hands. scaramouche was awkwardly sitting beside you the whole time, not knowing what to say or do.

he looked down on the floor and saw your, now wounded feet, glass sticking onto them with blood slowly dripping. you probably had no idea your feet were in pain from the shattered glass, and even if you did, you were too busy to even think about it, the adrenaline running quick as you were too bundled up with emotions.

widening his eyes, he let out a bunch of curse words under his breath and quickly placed your legs on the small coffee table. he got on his feet and avoided the shattered glass as he took off and went to get the emergency aid.

you didn't pay much mind with what scaramouche's doing, so you spent the time he was out of your sight by thinking about your current situation.

how is he even dead?

who killed him?

was this what he meant the other day?

is this going to affect your career?

question after question pops up in your head, making you the more agitated.

archons.

what happens when your cover gets blown? everyone in campus is going to find out who you are, and you'd be sabotaging your own case. what happens when people have already found out who you are? are you going to be the talk of the campus? will viktor find out about your cover? will yun jin get disappointed that you lied to her face?

you realized you've been caught up in your own thoughts for too long when you've noticed that your mug that was shattered on the floor were now gone, all swept up by the short male beside you.

speaking of which, he was already starting to treat your injured feet. he looked up from the emergency aid placed on the couch, averting his eyes to you.

you were in shambles, your hair was all over the place, face confused and anxious.

he sighed, brushing over your knees to bring both of your legs to the couch with one arm, tending to your injuries in an instant. you were turned around on the couch to face him, eyes averting elsewhere.

none of you spoke for a moment as he helped you patch up. the antiseptic going through the wounds made you wince, cursing yourself for getting in such a state.

after a while, you decided to kill the silence by letting out an airy chuckle, though no amusement laced your voice. “what the hell am i gonna do now?”

scaramouche looked up from his position, finishing up from cleaning and patching up your injuries. “what do you mean?” he asked.

you glared at him. “are you fucking stupid? you exactly know what i'm talking about.” you spat, making him frown at your sudden bitterness.

you immediately stopped once you've realised what you said.

“i... i'm sorry. i didn't mean that.” you mumbled, eyes on your lap.

the ravenette sighed, putting the emergency aid aside and looked back at you. “i know.” he simply said.

the wound on the sole of your feet from the incident earlier were now all patched up and nicely done, thanks to the short male in front of you.

“come here.”

you perked your head up. “what?”

he rolled his eyes. “you heard me. i'm not repeating it again.”

“um... why?” you asked, suspicious of him.

“must i need a reason? come over here.” he demanded a second time, one hand hovering over your knee to make you scoot to him.

you raised a brow, but obliged anyway. moving closer to him, you faced him on the couch, seeing each other eye to eye now with your legs crossed and your knees touching his.

“what now?” you grumbled, arms folded.

without waiting a second, scaramouche pulled you into a hug.

in the past, it was always you who embraced him, never failing to pull him close and cling on him during the trial. but right here, right now, it was him who initiated it, making you shocked, and slightly flustered.

you left your mouth agape, not knowing what to do. scaramouche had his chin on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you tightly, as if you'll vanish the moment he looses his grip on you.

“i–um...” you trailed off, unable to find the right words.

the male in front of you rubbed your back with one of his hands, trying to cheer you up. “we'll figure out a way.” he muttered, referring to the rising problem.

you silently sat there for a while before you finally got to your senses and hugged him back, face nuzzling into his neck, humming at his sentence.

he smells nice, you thought to yourself, as you take in the faint scent of his body wash still lingering around his figure. you nuzzled into his neck more, eyes closing at the comforting warmth of his body.

scaramouche sighed at the small affection, his thumb tracing small circles over your hips, pulling you closer than before. he paid no mind to the lack of space and gap between you both.

the current position you two were in was ridiculously uncomfortable, but the warmth and comfort scaramouche gave was what you really needed at the time being, so you ignored it— even if you'll end up with cramps later on.

neither of you bothered to move anyways.

and it is true. you two will find a way— you always do. if you both can solve thousands of problems in the 5 years you've worked together, then surely it won't be too hard to figure out a way to solve this particular one.

right?

it was midnight when you felt like absolute shit.

you've spent the last couple of days trying to find out the culprit that cut off the news, and the one who killed james, but you seriously couldn't pinpoint on who it is.

while you were held off from going to classes for the time being, scaramouche had to keep an eye on viktor two times more frequently now to make up for your absence. both viktor and yun jin have asked him about you, even going out of their way to try and personally call you.

the ravenette had to make up a lie saying that you were sick and needed some time alone.

the only difference now is that the lie is probably becoming true.

“oh for archons sake...” you groaned, the headache that's currently trying to kill you being the reason you can't get up from bed. you were bundled up with your blanket, body cold to the brim.

for some forsaken reason, you got sick.

you're not sure how, when, or where you got it, but for whatever reason it is, you really hope this won't stop you from continuing the work you've been piled up on, you think as you tried your best to get out of bed.

“shit!” you yelped, accidentally rolling off the bed instead with you wrapped around your blanket like a burrito.

the sound of you hitting the floor resonated the small room, and you silently cursed yourself once again for getting in this mess.

you've been staying up and pulling all nighters this past week, trying to rack you brain as much as you can. since you were out from classes, you thought that it'd be way quicker and easier to find the culprit, but it seemed that your conclusions were wrong.

it was no doubt that you had fallen sick from the amount of times you've stressed yourself over your work, exhaustion clearly shown on the growing eye bags on you.

the sound of footsteps from the halls were evident to your ears, and next thing you knew scaramouche was at your door, knocking a couple of times.

“i heard a noise, did anything happen?”

you just grumbled loudly as a response, hoping that he heard you. the door opening and the lights that came from the hall illuminated your room concluded that he probably did.

“...why the hell are you on the floor?”

“'m sick...” you mumbled, voice muffled from the blanket you're wrapped around. you hoped he could decipher your words.

“huh?” he walked over to you and pried off the blanket from your face, crouching down to the floor. “why do you you look dead?”

“i'm sick.” you said it again for the second time, voice hoarse from dehydration.

“what?!”

you rolled, facing the floor. “just get me some water and i'll be good as–”

“how the fuck did you even get sick?!” he cut you off, grabbing your arm and rolling you back to face him. he brought up a hand and placed it over your forehead, the scorching hot temperature seeping through your body. “shit. you're hot.”

you smirked mischievously despite your current condition. “i know i am.”

scaramouche slapped your shoulder, making you whine, saying that this is not the time to be making jokes.

you slowly sat up, and leaned against the lower part of your bed. “'m fine. just some painkillers will do and i can go back to my work.” you commented, looking at the ravenette.

“you're burning up yet you're still thinking about work, you're unbelievable.”

“you know me. can't live without work.” you muttered.

scaramouche stood up, offering his hand to you.

“come on.”

you looked up at him, his shadow towering over your figure. “where are we going?”

“to your bed. you need to rest.”

groaning, you flailed your arms in frustration. “don't wanna go. floor's nicer.” you whined.

he rolled his eyes at you. “whiny when drunk, whiny when sick, there's absolutely nothing that'll make me surprised about you.” he went closer to you, urging for you to take his hand. “hurry now, or else i'll carry you up myself.”

“you wouldn't dare.”

upon hearing your comment, he immediately crouched down and wrapped his hands around your waist, making your breath hitch, and heart pounding.

“try me.” said the ravenette with his voice suddenly an octave lower, the warmth of his breath fanning over your ear, and his face just inches away from yours.

you're flustered, he thinks, given how you're so quiet with your eyes as wide as saucers and mouth left slightly opened.

he smirked to himself before lifting you off the floor and throwing you on the bed, making your previous flustered self vanish, replacing with a small yelp instead as you landed on the bed face-first, a very annoyed expression plastered on your face soon after.

“that's not very gentleman-like of ya.” you said, voice muffled by the pillows you were buried in.

he ignores your complaint. “get some rest. i'll come back later.”

and off he went, leaving you and your sick self alone in the small room.

he came back roughly thirty minutes later.

you hadn't realised he came back, too busy fixing your eyes on the work in front of you, frantically writing about your theories with the energy you have left.

it was when he placed a tray at the end of your bed, and snatched the papers and pen from you was when you realised he was present.

“what the hell are you doing? i thought i told you to rest up.” he coldly looked at you, though if you looked a little more closer then you'd see just a tinge of empathy in his eyes.

you grumbled. “give them back.”

“no.”

“please?”

“if you want to end up in the hospital, then be my guest.”

you didn't say anything else.

he took the tray at the end of your bed and placed it on your nightstand. looking at the stuff on the tray, you've realised that scaramouche had served you a bowl of chicken soup, with a glass of water and some medicine.

you averted your gaze to him. “you made this yourself?” you asked, pointing out to the soup he's made for you.

he hummed, taking a sit near you. reaching for the bowl, he offered it to you.

“don't really feel like eating.”

he groaned at you. even when you're sick, you can still be the bitchiest, he thinks.

“the food's gonna get cold if you don't eat.”

“then so be it.”

he sighed, bringing up a hand to rake his hair back in frustration, before an idea popped in his mind.

he took the spoon from the bowl, taking some of the chicken soup and blowing over the hot broth. he scooted closer to you and brought the spoon to your mouth, his other hand went under your chin to avoid spilling over the soup.

you raised a brow, asking him what he's doing. he only shrugged, and brought the spoon closer to your mouth, your lips touching the utensil filled with chicken soup.

after what felt like forever, you finally caved in and opened your mouth, allowing scaramouche to feed you. you sighed in contentment, the warm and delicious broth hitting down your throat.

it went on for a couple of minutes, with him blowing off the steam to feed you, and you sitting quietly on your bed with your back against your bed frame, he fed you until the bowl was empty.

you reluctantly took the medication from his hand after he nagged you about the consequences to your actions, and by the time everything was settled, you were getting tired.

yawning, you finally felt like going to sleep after countless of sleepless nights.

scaramouche helped you get ready to bed, tucking you in with your cozy blanket wrapped around you once again. you mumbled out a thanks to him for taking care of you, making him smile halfway, saying that it was nothing.

he cleaned up after everything and just as he was about to leave, you grabbed his wrist.

“hm? do you need anything else?” he asked the last question of the night, turning back to you.

you were pouting.

it was kind of adorable, scaramouche thinks. you barely do such an expression, and seeing you do it now made his ears go slightly red. you're being cute without even trying, with you being sick no less.

it was almost comical how it made his heart skip a beat.

“don't go.” you mumbled lowly, only for his ears to hear.

he placed the tray back on your nightstand. “you need to rest up, y/n. we can see each other in the morning, i'm not going anywhere.”

“no.” you fought. “stay with me.”

widening his eyes, he stared at you in shock.

your grip on his wrist tightened. “please.”

it wasn't a question. you were pleading. you were actually begging him to stay with you, despite the very big hole in your relationship.

he always knew you'd be clingy and whiny whenever you're sick, but he didn't expect for you to be so bold and impetrate for such a shameless request.

“...fine.” he sighed, obliging. “i'm only doing this just so you can rest.” he said, taking a seat at the edge of your bed from where he previously sat. “i'll leave once you're asleep.” he caressed the hand that was holding his wrist, leaving fluttering traces along your skin.

you pouted again. “noo..” you whined. “sleep with me. in bed.” you corrected, making him widened his eyes even more than before.

“that's such a ludicrous request. i'm not getting in bed with you.”

you grumbled, tugging his hand harshly to make him come closer to you. “c'monnn... don't wanna be here alone.” you pressed, giving him your signature puppy eyes whenever you needed something so badly.

damn it, he silently said.

you're absolutely ridiculous for asking such a thing.

and he's absolutely ridiculous for indulging in your pleas.

sighing for the hundredth time that night, he loosened your grip on his hand and climbed over to the empty side of your bed.

he placed a pillow in the middle to use it as a makeshift barrier and plopped back on your small bed. “i'm not holding you. sleeping on the same bed is already preposterous enough.”

“'s okay.” you assured. “'least you're here with me.”

he only hummed as a response, not wanting to say more.

it wasn't long before you two were finally pulled back to sleep, with pillow barriers blocking the only small gap between the both of you.

how you two ended all tangled up and arms wrapped around each other the next morning (and the makeshift barrier pillows thrown elsewhere on the floor) was something even the archons couldn't answer.

and then the next day scaramouche catches a cold /j

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K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 8

Part eight of the fourth crossover with @whumpsday!

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Warnings: Explicit sex (PiV, oral, cisM/TransM), internalized transphobia

In this chapter: Sweet soft sensual love between two uwu cinnamon rolls

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Jim takes things slow, following Valen's lead in their relationship. He's content to just be together, and he doesn't want to overstep after their first kiss. He only starts kissing Valen on the mouth after Valen starts.

Valen starts to warm up to the idea of kissing, and he starts to kiss Jim on the mouth sometimes before bed. One night, as they lay there in bed, Valen asks Jim how the fangs affect kisses. Does he accidentally hurt him? Does it make it scary?

"It doesn't hurt," Jim assures him. "It was scary at first, I gotta admit. Made me hesitate the first time for sure. But it's not like Kane was kissing me." He makes a grossed-out face. "I'm not scared of your fangs anymore. It's you."

Valen smiles, letting it stretch all the way to his eyes without worrying about it showing his teeth. He thinks about cracking a joke about Kane, but he doesn't want Jim to dwell on Kane more than he already is.

"I'm glad," is what he says instead, and he kisses Jim again, folding his arms into his chest and letting himself be held.

Jim kisses Valen back through a smile, holding him. "How about you?" he asks after. "I know you've got your own stuff to deal with. Am I scary?"

"You're not scary, no." It's difficult to explain what aspect of being with Jim is scary. He's scared of the potential of something.

"You forget sometimes? Go back there in your head?" Jim asks. That's been happening to him, it's terrifying and annoying. He figures maybe it happens to Valen, too.

"Yes, a little," he says. "Although I imagine it's not as bad for me as it is for you. What you went through is much worse than anything I've ever gone through."

"It's not a competition. You don't need to play it down like that. What you went through was fucked up," Jim says. "You know, we don't have to have sex if you don't wanna. Like, ever. Just wanted to make sure you know that."

Valen nods. Jim is so sweet. "Thank you. That means a lot to me." He takes a shuddering breath. "We should try, though. I've never done it with...anyone else. And maybe it'll be different. I don't want, I won't let him steal the possibility from me. Just... Just promise me you won't look at me differently afterwards?"

"Course I won't. I'd never look at you different. Whenever you're ready, we can give it a shot." Jim assumes Valen doesn't mean “try now.” "Your pace."

"Okay," says Valen, who does mean "try now" and hadn't really thought about waiting for some other night. "I think I'm ready. Go, go ahead." He wants to try it, but Jim has given him no way forward. Jim doesn't initiate, he lets Valen set the pace, and Valen is so used to only putting on the brakes, and fending off advances, that he has no idea how to invite them in a way that feels safe. He just lies there after giving Jim permission.

"Oh! Oh, alright." Jim internally kicks himself for being so awkward. "Hey, is there anything you don't want me to do? For me, well, you know I don't like my neck touched."

"Oh, yes," says Valen. "I, I also think I wouldn't like--well, not touched, but, my neck--if you would please not....try to choke me. Or hold me down. Or...Do you have condoms? I-I don't want to get pregnant." He flushes. Is such a thing even possible with a human?

"Holy shit, is that actually possible?" Jim asks. He doesn't think so, but maybe Valen knows something he doesn't. He's the science nerd. Or maybe, Valen just wants him to wear a condom and that's his way of asking.

“I’m not sure if it’s possible… I just want to be on the safe side.”

"Oh. Right. I mean, yeah, I got 'em. And I'd never do that other stuff. Holding down and choking are- yeah, big nos for me too. Not fun." He’s had enough of both of those from Kane.

He kisses Valen on the temple. "Be right back." He goes to his room to get a condom.

When Jim leaves the room, Valen lays himself out on the bed, trying to look seductive. Wait, Jim is homosexual, he's not attracted to women. He can't act like a woman, he has to act like a man. But Jim is also going to act like a man, how can they both do that? He starts to take his own shirt off, thinking he might panic if Jim undresses him, but then remembers that will expose his breasts. Jim probably will find them horribly unattractive, thinking them womanly. He'll probably think the same about his labia. But then, how will they have sex if Jim won't find those parts attractive? He flops down on his back, faceup. He's thinking too much. Just let Jim do it. That's what he's always done, just lie there and let his partner do it. He shouldn't be trying to figure it out, that's not how he does it.

Jim returns with a condom in hand. He puts it on the nightstand and lays down next to Valen. "Hey. It's alright, it's not like before. I'm not him. We're doing this for it to be fun for both of us. You can stop anytime you want and nothing bad'll happen." He cups Valen's cheek. "You wanna take my clothes off?"

Valen nods as Jim speaks. "Yeah. It'll be nice. Um, no, you-you take your clothes off. You just, just do what you think seems good, and I'll stop you if I don't like it. Please?"

"Yeah, whatever you wanna do." Jim takes his shirt off. "No more Lyme." he says with a goofy grin. "I've never been with a trans guy before, so, you know, I'm flying half-blind. You gotta let me know what feels good." He's honestly had little experience in general. Kane took him when he was only 19, so a single awkward experience from 6 years ago is all he has to work off of.

He lightly takes the edge of Valen's shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off?"

"Yes," he says. "Go ahead. Um, are you sure you'll find me attractive? With them off?"

"I've never been more sure of anything." Jim says confidently.

He kisses Valen before pulling his shirt over his head. Jim's hands run lovingly up Valen's sides, slipping under his binder to pull that off, too.

Valen lets out a nervous squeak. "Um, l-leave that on, actually? Um, you can take my pants off, though. I, I didn't shave though."

Jim's hands slide back down, leaving the binder in place. "Yeah, me neither." he says lightheartedly.

He goes to take his own off first, lowering them and his boxers in one go. He's half-hard, and though he's excited, he's also more than a little nervous. He's scared he's just gonna do a shit job and Valen won't have a good time and won't want to be with him anymore. His hands go to Valen's waistband next.

Valen looks at Jim's erection with fascination, his sample size of penises he has seen outside of an educational setting doubling from 1 to 2. He thinks this will feel good--hopes it, because if it doesn't feel good with Jim, well then it just might not be for him, and he wants to take sex back as something he has ownership of, not just something that happens to him.

Yeah. That's what he wants. He puts his hands over Jim's hands and helps him lower Valen's pants down, revealing his boxer-briefs. "Um, usually Priscus would do something like rub my back first, when we got to this point," he says shyly. "To give me some extra time to relax before we start."

Valen is gorgeous. Jim's never seen this much of him before: he's always wearing all those layers of black clothes, and he makes sure to discreetly give him privacy when changing.

The mention of Priscus gives him pause, but Valen's saying it like something he likes. "How about you lie down and I'll rub your back, then? That sounds nice."

"Yes, please." He lays down. He loves having his back rubbed. This was one of the few things Priscus contributed to the whole process that he appreciated... Although he didn't want to give him too much credit, because he only did it because Valen had started to desperately suggest things to slow the process down.

Jim massages Valen's back, hands working lightly at his muscles. "You're gorgeous, by the way," he says bashfully.

"Th-thank you," Valen says, burying his face in his hands, red from nose to ears. "You're–you're also quite attractive."

Jim goes red too, and the two of them sit there hiding their faces, embarrassed and red and excited. They both break into giggles, which eases the tension.

Jim goes back to rubbing Valen’s back. Valen lets out a few satisfied moans. "What, um, what position do you think would be best for us to try?"

"Hmm." Jim considers, rubbing circles into Valen where he lets out those satisfied little sounds at. "I've never been, uh, the one on top before. This is a whole new world of sexual possibilities. How you feel about... lotus? You could sit in my lap. No one's on top of anyone, and I'd get to look at you." He smiles. "Or I could eat you out, if you want." He figures he'll throw that in there. Maybe it'll be further away from what Priscus had done, and feel safer.

Valen flushes beet red, even redder than before. "Oh? I've never done anything like that before. We were, were having sex strictly for procreation, so we didn't do anything that-- well, you get the idea." He twists his hands in the sheets. He's been having a hard time thinking of sex as anything other than him taking a penis in the vagina until the owner of said penis ejaculates. But that's the point, he's trying to make it something better. "You can try if you like. Um, it shouldn't be hard to find because, because the testosterone has made it a lot bigger. It's not quite a micropenis, but..."

He flips over, gazing at Jim, totally embarrassed and unable to figure out how to handle the attention being paid to his own desires.

Jim's smile grows as he sees how red Valen is getting. He's cute. He kisses right below Valen's binder, and keeps kissing as his face goes lower and lower. "I wanna make you feel good." he breathes when he reaches Valen's boxers, hooking his fingers under the waistband.

Valen hides his face. "Go ahead, go-go ahead." He slips his underwear down and spreads his legs, still not making eye contact, still overwhelmed and squirming with embarrassment

Jim ducks his head between Valen's legs. His tdick isn't quite big enough for him to treat it like he has sucking dick before, but it should be basically a similar principle, right? Stimulation feels good. He licks around it teasingly, his arms sliding under Valen's thighs.

Valen tries not to squeal, letting out overwhelmed moans instead. He threads his fingers through Jim's curls, stopping just short of actually grabbing, trying to keep his hands light.

Jim freezes for a second when Valen's hands go to his hair, his heart suddenly gripped with fear. But he's not grabbed and pulled and manhandled. Valen's touch is soft. Gentle. He's safe. He relaxes again, resuming his efforts. He licks Valen's tdick experimentally, slowly at first.

Valen pauses when Jim freezes. "Oh, are you all right? Is that all right?"

Jim picks his head up. "All good, jus' don't pull. You can grab if you don't pull." he decides. Valen is safe. Jim ducks his head back down between Valen's thighs, swirling his tongue around his tdick.

Valen squirms, running his hands through Jim's hair, stroking, scritching his scalp

We were having sex strictly for procreation. Valen's probably never had this part of him paid attention to by another person.

Jim flicks his tongue, trying out different things to see what Valen likes best. Whenever Valen reacts well, he keeps going with that for a bit before switching it up. He hugs the thighs around his head. He likes Valen's hands in his hair. It's totally different, now.

Valen reacts the strongest to broad, steady licks. At one point when Jim happens to sucks his Tdick by taking it between his lips, Valen reacts very strongly to that, gasping. "Oh, keep doing that, keep doing that please." He starts to clench his hands in Jim's hair but then remembers not to. This is a disaster waiting to happen. He loves the feeling of Jim's hair, but he knows it's foolish to keep going the way he is, so he removes his hands from Jim's head and grabs the sheets.

When Jim hugs his thighs around his head, it's all he can do not to crush his skull between his legs. He whimpers, legs trembling, hands twisting in the sheets beneath him.

Oh, you like that? Jim keeps going, picking up the pace a little, pleased he's getting such a strong positive reaction from Valen. It seems like Valen's given up with his hair, which is probably for the best to avoid any accidental pulling, even if Jim likes it.

Valen starts to pant, grinding on Jim's face, squirming and whimpering and crying, overwhelmed, begging him to keep going. His toes curl, his eyes roll back in his head, his whole body shudders. There's a huge rippppppppp as Valen claws the sheets, going silent except for strangulated breaths as he writhes in ecstasy. It’s a Herculean effort to control his limbs and not kick out to send Jim flying across the room.

The orgasm seems to last a long time for something that came over him so quickly. When it finally peters out, Valen lies with his eyes on the ceiling, chest heaving, whole body limp.

Jim comes up through Valen's legs a bit and rests his head on Valen's stomach. "Did I do good?" he asks playfully.

Valen flushes and whines in embarrassment, hiding his face. "Y-yes," he squeaks. "Thank you."

"Do you wanna do anything else? If not, I can take care of myself." He's got a raging boner by this point, leaking precum onto the torn sheets.

“Just-just a moment.” Valen is still panting, overheated, staring at the ceiling. He just lies there reeling for a moment.

Jim gets up and washes off his face, because he’s absolutely sticky at that point. He comes back in and leans against the doorframe, smirking. “That good, huh?”

“Yes.” He props himself up on an elbow, eyes crawling over Jim’s nude body. “You’re delightful. Um.” He swallows. "Can I...play with it? It's okay if not, I understand my teeth m-might make it a bit harder."

Oh. Jim hadn't even considered the possibility that Valen might want to give him oral. The thought makes him really nervous, but also excited at the same time. "Um, yeah, we can try, but I might stop you. Just, y'know, fangs. But yes." He sits on the bed.

"Okay." Valen nuzzles Jim's stomach, trailing down it. He's still reeling from the massive orgasm Jim had given him, and he doubts he'll be able to do anything quite like that, but he's excited to try. He's scared, though; humans are so fragile.

Valen tentatively strokes Jim's shaft with his fingers, watching interestedly as it twitches under his touch. He starts at the head, licking the precum up, then sucking just the head and gradually taking more and more of it in his mouth.

Jim is really nervous, and it's making him tense. He trusts Valen, but he can't help but think about how little effort it would take for a vampire to, even by total accident, hurt him when he's this vulnerable.

But Valen doesn't hurt him. The opposite, he feels good. He shivers with pleasure, letting out a little moan.

Valen swirls his tongue on Jim's shaft, focusing on the areas that elicit the loudest moans from Jim. After a minute or two, Valen's nerves get the better of him and he removes his mouth. "Th-thank you for trusting me. I-I do enjoy this, but I think I should stop now, um, I'm afraid if I keep going my teeth will slip." He leans back and runs his hands over his pubic mound, parting his labia. "Do-do you want to put the condom on and fuck me?"

"Yeah." Jim squeaks, hastily unwrapping it and putting it on, face flushed. He wraps his arms around Valen, ready to pull him into his lap, but doesn't yet. "You ready?"

"Yes," Valen says, still red in the face. He hasn't been not flushed since they started. "D-do it."

Jim pulls Valen close, into his lap. He keeps his arms loosely hugged around him- Valen may be a hundred times stronger than he is, but he doesn't want him to feel trapped. He kisses Valen, tasting himself on his lips, as he enters him.

Valen moans as he does so. The feeling of being filled is so much, but for the first time, it feels like he can handle it, and enjoy it. He starts to rock against Jim, grinding his hips. He kisses back, dragging Jim's hands down to cup Valen's ass as they move

Jim squeezes Valen's ass, bouncing him in his lap. Valen feels so good around him. He moves one hand down between their bodies to rub Valen's tdick- Jim can feel how close he is already, and wants to make sure he can make Valen cum again too.

Valen hadn't really expected to get one orgasm out of this, let alone two. The stimulation is quickly becoming too much, edging into painful. "Ooh, stop," he says, pushing Jim's hand away. "I-I mean, thank you, but you don't have to do that. This is fine just like this."

Jim stops, going back to cupping his ass and making a mental note that Valen doesn't like multiple orgasms. "Sorry," he murmurs, rocking back and forth. "Thanks for telling me." He keens, burying his face in Valen's shoulder. "S-so good."

Valen wraps his arms around Jim's body, stroking the nape of his neck, running his hands through his hair again, since Jim had seemed to start to like it before. "Thank you for trying so hard to please me. You're doing so well." Oh, this is scratching some sort of itch... "You're good too, you're doing so well. Why don't you come for me? I'd love to see that."

Jim was already teetering on the edge, and Valen's words push him over with a gasp. He hugs Valen tight to him as he cums, overwhelmed with pleasure. He leans against Valen after, nuzzling into him. "Wow."

Valen pulls Jim down into a lying position on the bed, nuzzling him back. It feels a little bit like they're both glowing. "That was wonderful. I'm so glad we could both be brave enough to make it happen."

Jim kisses Valen on the cheek and smiles. "Me too."

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APRIL 2024 ART FASCINATION DIARY

This is another post about the art that I've been fascinated with this year. I make these posts monthly, so that I can look back and remember all the things that were keeping me happy and inspired! If you are reading this, then I hope it will be somewhat interesting to hear about. First, a collage of my interests this month, then there are descriptions below.

MUSIC / ALBUM I heard about Everything Harmony by The Lemon Twigs because Vinny Vinesauce liked it enough to feature it on his twitch channel four times within this last month. After checking it out, it quickly became a favorite of mine as well. It's inspired by 60's era rock bands like The Beach Boys and The Beatles, and the two brothers in charge of The Lemon Twigs were basically raised from birth to create this kind of music. They're excellent musicians, but I do have a few complaints, mainly that their band is a four person group that started as a two person group, and it shows. The musicians on their drums and backing guitar are unnoticeable most of the time, or even make their music worse when I really focus on the boring repetitive parts that they play in the mix. I think that it would improve things if we heard the other two members’ creativity shine a little more. On a different note, their lyrics also feel kind of hollow to me, sort of like facsimiles of themes that we heard out of the 60’s pop music that they’re inspired by. Maybe the brothers’ odd upbringing is what makes their lyrics feel like nothing more than dreamy imitations of other lyrics, rather than being something written from their own hearts? In any case, their vibe is really bizarre, but despite all my criticisms I did really enjoy this one album from them. (And actually, their new 2024 album is already out! It’s also fantastic, and I’ll talk about it on my May list.)

FANFIC / CREATIVE WRITING I've been working on a long fanfic for fun since last month, and every time I write a new scene for it I'm filled with a sense of creative euphoria for the rest of the day. It's not always perfect, but there's no real pressure to write something good, so it just ends up being an enjoyable outlet for my passions. Even if I never publish anything, being creative and exploring my own imagination is satisfying in itself, and I wish I had the time to do it every day! (HONESTLY, there could and should be time, if only our society actually prioritized taking breaks for mental health and personal wellbeing over making endless amounts of money and increasingly insubstantial products to be consumed by only the luckiest members of our parasitic upper class. I hate our unsympathetic workaholic capitalist culture with every fiber of my being, and wish that I could fucking end it all, but I digress...) Writing is just so fun. And I'll be working on the same projects for another few months, probably, as long as I can keep on keeping up with them.

REALITY GAME SHOW The finale of RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 16 concluded this month, and I thought it was absolutely fantastic. Now that it’s over, we’re starting back from season 1 and we’re going to try to eventually watch it all! (We actually did finish season 1, right before posting this. It was interesting and groundbreaking in its own right, and it introduced me to Tammie Brown, who is now one of my favorite queens. Then, we started season 2 and I’m pretty sure that this is where the show’s bad reputation got its start, because I really can’t stand any of the season 2 contestants. Too bad, but we’ll keep on watching and see how it pans out anyway.) In season 16 though, there was just so much unique creativity and talent on display, and so many jaw dropping ‘holy shit’ moments, that I think it was one of the best things I have ever watched. It had the hypest final lip sync battle I ever could have imagined, and I had no idea which way it was going to end. In whole, I feel like the show was a wonderful watch, and I’m glad that our friends convinced us to give it a shot.

LIVE THEATER MUSICAL My partner and I were given a gift card to our local theater last year, so we finally used it to go see a live production of Annie! We don't live in a place where live musicals are very common, and I actually hadn’t seen any since highschool, so we had to make plans very early in the year to go watch it. And after having done so, I can say for certain that there is a unique magic to watching a live theater performance. I’m surprised that it was all performed so perfectly, even with children and a dog on stage, and remarkably, it sounded better than any recording I could find online before or after the event. It was so incredible all around that it totally transported me into a unique creative headspace. There were people of all ages there, some dressed up, some appearing more casual, but the atmosphere was delightful and jovial all around. I’m not going to comment about what was or wasn’t problematic about Annie; it’s not really that deep and you can probably figure that out on your own. But I will say that the magic of a live performance depends entirely on the energy in its room, and I was totally swept away by this experience. Without the discount, it would have been very pricey though, so I’m hoping that we can put away a little money to see a different live musical next year.

BOOK / AUDIOBOOK About a month and a half ago, I started Leo Tolstoy's epic work of historical fiction, War And Peace. I love a book that I can get completely lost in, and War and Peace is one of those books. I made it about 1/4th of the way through it this month, and even though it started slow, I’m now sure that it’s going to be an all time favorite. I read Anna Karenina years ago, and thoroughly enjoyed it, so I expected to like this one too, but there was still a sort of learning curve to overcome at the start. After over a month of engaging with it, I feel like I’ve finally gotten over its barrier to entry, and now I’m picking up the pace. Most people have heard of this book before, so let me tell you that its high-sounding title is no false advertisement. It’s a Russian slice of life book set during the Napoleonic Wars, dealing with a huge assemblage of political and philosophical conflicts, and it will have you exasperatedly crying “time is a flat circle!” as you realize that humans today have nearly the same brains and political interests that they had over 200 years ago. It is already a masterpiece, in my opinion, and I’m going to be reading this book for the entire month of May also, so that’s something to look forward to. If you’re interested in checking out an audiobook, I’m also listening to the Maude translation, narrated by Neville Jason, and I think it’s quite good! (That's it for April! But we're already a few weeks into May, so expect more Lemon Twigs and more War And Peace. Thank you for caring about me, and I hope you have a good day! ♡)

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Last Monday of the Week 2024-04-15

alright everyone gather round the kringlefucker and let's get this over with

Listening: A while ago I asked about who TMBG was and I think @sybilius recommended starting with Flood. I would not say I'm up to actually liking this yet but I can see myself getting there if I stick with it.

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Watching: I stopped midway through The Mandalorian Season 2 so I picked that back up. Just met Ahsoka for the first time in a while. I continue to be glad that they're doing things in Star Wars that don't necessarily involve the Skywalkers all the time, I really do need to read the Thrawn books at some point. They should make a movie with the Yuzhan Vong (they should not make a movie with the Yuzhan Vong.)

Reading: Got Piranesi by Susannah Clarke from the library over the weekend, and a Blake poetry collection. About ¼ of the way into Piranesi and as a big fan of Piranesi-esque Big Fucking Spaces this is great. I love the idea of the tides holy shit. Perfect imagery.

Playing: Back at Dark Souls, killed Seath the Scaleless and now I'm trying to make my way into the New Londo Ruins, I got a good way in and then got kicked off a ledge by a ghost.

Making: Fidgeting with different approaches to scripting for the RGB LED project, finally figured out why my Lua performance was shit and fixed that, so I think I'll just do Lua scripting, just need to make sure you can access data from Lua into C fast enough to make it worth it. Should be fine.

This project has been fun even if it has been mostly dead ends, I have gone from writing a scripting Lisp in Rust to trying to wrangle some expression evaluators to shooting instructions directly into RAM to embedding Lua.

Tools and Equipment: cosmetics things! I have spates of really annoying acne and the only thing I have ever found that reliably deals with that is benzoyl peroxide cream. You just dab or wipe some over the affected regions and it'll dry up pimples in a few hours.

The only thing to watch out for is that it is an extremely strong bleach so you can't sleep with it, and you also don't want it on your clothes., usually what I do is put it on when I get back from work and keep it on until I shower at night. One to two days of that and pretty much any acne is gone.

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Fic author interview! Tagged by @lynne-monstr

Tagging @pengychan @geminiartemis @dandunn @bookshop-cryptid @flo-nelja and honestly whoever sees this and wants to do it. I just tagged the first few people who came to mind when I tried to remember who writes fic.

1 How many works do you have on AO3?

96, but there's a lot on Fanfiction.Net that I haven't double posted, so the number could be a lot bigger.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,513,727, which is honestly more than I expected.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Universal Measure (Lupin polygang)

Fates Entwined (Lupin/Zenigata)

Adjusting Our Course (Lupin/Zenigata)

Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia (Prussia/Romano)

Mortal Sin (Prussia/Romano)

Here you can see the power of writing popular ships because while Lupin fandom is so much smaller than Hetalia, Prussia/Romano was always kind of a niche ship. I think Adjusting Our Course probably got a boost from being a Yuletide exchange fic. I was going to say I'm glad Mortal Sin made it since it's one of my favourites, but it turns out I got it mixed with another porn comedy about this ship. I wrote too many of those, I guess.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try, even if I don't always have more to say than thanks. But sometimes I forget and then feel awkward replying months later.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I almost never write stories where there's an unexpected angsty ending. If the ending is angsty, the whole story is. So maybe I Count the Hours Without You in which Prussia jerks off while thinking about Romano, who's dead.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

There are a lot of happy endings in my stories because my favourite kind of fic is one where there's lots of angst and suffering first, and then a happy ending. I don't know if I can pick one that somehow stands out.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not usually, but there's Hsi Wu Visits the Land of the Dead, which is a Jackie Chan Adventures/Grim Fandango crossover written because I was madly in love with both canons back then. This is over 20 years old (holy shit...) so I honestly don't remember what even happens in it. Reading it would be like reading a stranger's fic.

I'm not much of a crossover fan, but if I had to write one today, it'd be with Jackie Chan Adventures and Kim Possible because I'd love to explore the idea of Jackie and Monkey Fist knowing each other as archeological colleagues.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don't think so.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sometimes, but it's not really something I set out to do. I like using smut as a plot device, like having sex as a way for the characters to express what is going on with them. But I also like funny sex where lots of things go wrong and the characters talk shit to each other the whole way through.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah, a few have been translated. One of my longest friendships actually started when @geminiartemis wanted to translate a long fic of mine into Portuguese.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, @geminiartemis and I wrote some fics together here and I also wrote a fic with Snakelady Frohike1 here. I don't normally like to write with other people because I'm too much of a control freak, but these stories were mostly just fooling around with friends.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

It keeps changing. I can really, truly love only a few things at a time and when I move on, my feelings about previous ships fade, though never fully disappear. But I think nothing has inspired me as much as Prumano did.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The Right Turn of the Road which is a massive Kaiketsu Zorro AU. I got 2/3 of it done, but then I got into Hetalia and it consumed my fannish life for years.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at dialogue and banter. Also set-up. The start is usually the best part in anything I write, especially multi-chapter fics.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I overwrite, especially when it comes to characters' feelings. My editing process is usually deleting multiple paragraphs where I say the same thing over and over, and my fics still feel a little bloated sometimes. Also endings because I can rarely wrap up all the loose ends.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

A few phrases here and there, sure, but if it gets to a point where I have to open a translator in another tab to understand what's going on in the story, I'm out. Uncharitable, perhaps, but I usually end up feeling like the author wants to show off that they know the language.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Pokémon. This was before we had good Internet at home, so I wrote stories for myself and saved them on floppy disks.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I have an outline for a Pycal/Kyosuke Mamo fic that I think would be really cool, funny, and emotional, but who knows if I ever get it off the ground.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I've been at this for so long that you can't make me choose.

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