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three's a charm

ellie x female!reader x dina

you, ellie and dina are just friends, until you're not.

word count: 8.9k (ish)

warnings: smut, brief mentions of nightmares + sleeping medication, fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader giving + receiving), so much kissing, ellie n dina bicker but it's sweet, reader is not called honey (sobs), reader is kinda shy/quiet + has a lil tiny bit of backstory

a/n: hi! today i bring you the threesome fic no one asked for! i've been rewatching a silent playthrough of tlou2 (i'm a shit gamer lol) and i'd kind of forgotten how much i like dina as a character so here we are. abby fics incoming soon, maybe, idk. knowing me, probably. there might be a sequel to this bc i love their dynamic, i'm not promising anything tho bc i become incapable of writing anything if i feel an ounce of pressure to do it lol

MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL CRY

you don’t really know how you fell in with ellie and dina, years on the road with few companions and nobody your own age had made you introverted and shy, nervous to form attachments to anyone lest you lose them. but somehow, they’d worn you down, cracked through the firm walls you’d built around yourself until you could comfortably call them your friends, your best friends. It’d been dina at first, she’d been the one to give you a tour of jackson and the one to show you where you’d be sleeping, where you’d eat and where you’d work. she hadn’t been put off by your awkwardness or your short answers to her meandering questions and she wasn’t discouraged by the way you could hardly return her smiles.

instead of pushing you away, she’d only pulled you in closer; inviting you to eat with her, to spend evenings with her after patrol, to read with her, to drink with her, to dance with her. it’d made you feel warm from your cheeks down to your toes when she’d wrapped her arms around your waist one evening, guiding your clumsy movements into something that resembled the dancing couples around you. it still makes you heat up to think about the way she smiled at you as she spun the two of you around, the way her eyes crinkled and her hair fell over her face.

it hadn’t taken long for you to meet ellie once you’d started regularly spending time with dina. though she was more reclusive in comparison, she still made an effort to talk to you, to include you in their conversations over dinner and sometimes she’d go on these long winded rambles about space and science and things you couldn’t hope to understand without a textbook in front of you. she’d always blush when she’d notice you and dina listening intently to what she’s saying, not quite knowing what to do with all the attention so squarely on her. sometimes in those moments, when ellie is looking down at her plate with her cheeks bright red and her hair falling into her eyes, you’d glance over to dina and share a private smile with her. it’s closeness you never thought you could have, so new and so special it made your heart ache when you thought about it too long.

so, maybe they were a little closer than your best friends should be but the current arrangement was working and you didn’t want to be the one to ruin whatever it was between the three of you. you don’t want to lose ellie tying your boots up tight before patrol and helping you clean your guns, the way she gives you private smiles across busy rooms and the way she hums to you and dina on late nights when it’s just the three of you and a blunt, when you’re all more asleep than awake.

you don’t want to lose dina and how she gets you breakfast in the morning, the way she can always tease a laugh out of you no matter how hard the day has been, the way she’s dedicated herself to teaching you how to dance and how she lets you curl into her chest when you’re plagued by nightmares, how her heartbeat is steady and strong and her lumpy couch is just big enough for the two of you.

sometimes, on those nights when sleep escapes you, ellie comes over and the three of you squeeze into dina’s bed with her happy yellow bed sheets. you spend the whole night feeling too hot pressed between the both of them, those nights are your favorite. ellie occasionally lets out soft little snores and dina’s hair tickles your chin from where her head is nestled into the crook of your neck, you can feel ellie’s arm tight around your waist and dina’s warm thigh pressed against yours. it’s always those nights you sleep the best, despite the slightly lumpy mattress and the way the duvet clings to your hot skin, you don’t ever want to lose it.

it’s one of those evenings when you find yourself over at dina’s, sleep hadn’t come easy for a few days in a row and patrol had been hard because of it, you kept finding yourself getting distracted or your eyes slipping closed despite your best efforts to stay alert. you were lucky ellie had been your partner today, she’s much more patient with you than most other residents of jackson would’ve been, she’d practically had to do double the work and wouldn’t hear it when you tried to thank her.

she’d dragged you to dina’s when the two of you had gotten home, both of you scrubbed clean from a quick shower and already dressed in pajamas as you stood on her doorstep, ellie playfully trying to step on your toes in what you had affectionately dubbed her grandpa slippers as you waited for dina to open the door. they’re a little bit hideous and look like they’re made out of the kinds of carpets that get ripped out of homes and used to fuel fires in winter, ellie loves them though, so you won’t tease too much.

when dina opens the door shortly after ellie’s second round of loud knocking she takes one look at the two of you and shakes her head fondly, grabbing you each by the wrist and pulling you inside. ellie wanders straight towards the small kitchen in search of snacks and you press yourself up against dina’s side until she wraps an arm around your shoulders and lets you hold onto her. you sigh out a happy breath and try to subtly breathe in her scent, she smells like whatever soap she’s been using, a little like weed, like the vanilla candles she burns in her room and like her.

“you ok?” she asks from above you, resting her cheek on top of your head and shifting you around until you’re tucked comfortably against her. you only reply with a nod, wrapping your arms tighter around her as ellie reappears, bag of jerky in her hand. it’s the peppery kind dina hates, you’re pretty sure she only keeps it around for you and ellie to scavenge from her cupboards. ellie leans against the doorway between the hallway and the kitchen, one foot propped up so her stupid grandpa slipper hangs off as she watches the two of you.

“you two look so pretty,” she says, gesturing towards the both of you, jerky in hand, “this lighting is crazy, golden hour or whatever,” she continues and you can’t help but smile at her, dressed in sweats that are a size too big and a tank top that’s a size too small so about an inch of her stomach is exposed, her big fuzzy robe hanging off of one shoulder, you think she looks pretty too. “lemme go get my journal,” she hums absentmindedly, stuffing the jerky she’s holding into her mouth before tucking the bag into the pocket of her robe and disappearing again in the direction of dina’s room.

“you wanna go make sure she isn’t tearing your room apart?” you ask after a few quiet moments, resting your chin on dina’s chest and looking up at her amused face. ellie’s right, the light spilling through the windows does make her look pretty, it softens her features and brings out the tan of her skin, the little flyaway hairs framing her face look golden and her eyes are bright and happy as they usually are. you doubt you’re as pretty as her, you don’t think it’s possible.

“sure,” she replies with a smile, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before she untangles herself from you. you feel cold when she lets you go but she takes your hand in hers to lead you upstairs so you don’t get the opportunity to miss her touch too much. her palm is soft against your own as she leads you up the stairs, her fingers tangled up with your own in a way that makes you wish she’d never let go.

“why’d you move?” ellie asks with a little pout when you reach the doorway of dina’s bedroom. she’s sat on dina’s rolling desk chair, the desk in front of her covered in evidence of her searching for her journal, dina’s possessions set into piles either side of the battered cover of it. “the lighting down there was so perfect,” she sighs, tapping the end of her pencil against her bottom lip.

“we can let the light in up here,” dina tells her before she can continue her complaining, letting go of your hand and walking over to the widow to pull back the curtains. the room is bathed in the same golden sunlight as the hallway downstairs and ellie hums happily, any arguments already forgotten. dina sits down on her bed one she’s tied back the curtains and pats the spot next to her, smiling when you sit beside her and lean against her heavily. “nightmares kicking your ass again?” she asks, her arm wrapping around your shoulders and her hand finding a tense spot between your shoulder blades.

“yeah,” you sigh, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around her hips, “maria told me they might be able to find me some pills to help next time they do a med supply run, but it’s gonna be a week or two before they go,” you mumble into dina’s shoulder, the soft material of her shirt muffles your words, though she hums in thought so she must’ve heard you.

“maybe you need to relax more,” she suggests, her hand rubbing firm circles into your back. ellie huffs out a laugh from across the room and when you turn to look over at her she hasn’t moved her eyes from the page in front of her, her pencil moving quickly, “no, i’m being serious, it feels like all your muscles are tensed up,” dina says, she turns to look at you with a sympathetic pinch between her brows and you can’t help but smile at her.

“it’s not that simple, dina” ellie sighs before you can reply, the scratching sound of her pencil stopping as she studies the two of you with a concentrated frown, she tilts her head a little and squints before she turns back to the page and her pencil starts up again. “she can’t relax just because you told her to, it doesn’t work like that,” she adds, “if it was that simple she’d never have a nightmare again.”

“you might be right though,” you tell dina hurriedly, not wanting to lose the soft look on her face, “we can ask around, maybe someone can help me out with it,” you say, giving her an encouraging smile and squeezing your arms around her in a tighter hug, “els’ is right though, i don’t think i can just relax by myself, it’s hard,” you finish with a sigh, resting your cheek back on dina’s shoulder.

“well, i could try and help,” dina says slowly, a questioning tilt to her voice, “at least with these tense muscles you’ve got, i’ve been told i’m pretty good at massages,” she says, enthusiasm already bleeding back into her tone.

“who told you that?” ellie asks, eyebrows raised in amusement, her pencil has stopped moving again as she watches the two of you. she’s relaxed into the chair, her legs spread comfortably with her jornal propped on her thigh and her lips quirked into a smirk, “i can’t believe you didn’t tell us sooner,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mirth at dina’s exasperated expression.

“it wasn’t important before,” dina huffs, shaking her head at ellie’s amusement, “and don’t think you’re getting anything from me after raiding my pantry before even saying hi,” she adds with an exaggerated furrow in her brows, her face easily softens when she addresses you, her eyes warm and sympathetic, “i’ll give you a back rub though,” she smiles, tapping your hip and pulling away so you’re free to move, “lay on your front, this will be great, i promise,” she tells you.

“ok, d,” you nod, laying down on your stomach and pillowing your head on your arms. you don’t really know what to expect, no one's ever offered you a massage before, sure, you’ve seen other people receive massages but it’s never involved laying down on the bed of one of the girls you kind of want to kiss. it isn’t until dina has swung one of her legs over yours to straddle your thighs, just below your ass, that you begin to think this may have been a mistake. “what’re you doing?” you ask her, cheeks heating up as she shifts to get comfortable, you can feel yourself tense up beneath her and it only makes you flush more.

“i gotta get comfy,” she tells you, leaning down over your back so her chin is by your shoulder and she can meet your eyes, “and you need to relax,” she says, her face fond and slightly amused as she runs her hands up your sides, “c’mon, close your eyes,” she whispers, you do as she instructs and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you allow your muscles to relax beneath her. “good girl,” she says softly and it takes all your willpower not to squirm, you can feel her warm palms through your thin pajama shirt so you try to focus on that, on her gentle touch and not her weight above you or her praise when you follow her instructions.

“you’re totally playing favorites,” ellie calls to dina from the other side of the room, it might’ve made you laugh if you weren't so focused on keeping your body lax and regulating your breathing. it’s a halfhearted complaint and you know she doesn’t really mean it, so you don’t make any effort to move, only opening one of your eyes to glance at ellie. she’s watching you both, her pencil is back in hand, scratching away at her notebook hurriedly. her hair is falling into her eyes and if you were in reach, you’d tuck it behind her ears, you can imagine the appreciative smile she’d give you, the way she’d squeeze your hip or your thigh or your arm, whatever’s in reach, the way she’d turn to brush her lips against your cheek, if you’re lucky.

“only because she’s so much sweeter than you, els,” dina replies, squeezing your hips once before she sits back up and begins to run her hands up and down your back. she chooses to ignore ellie’s protests that she’s very sweet, actually, you only hum in agreement when ellie asks you to confirm, unable to keep the smile off your face. once ellie is quiet save for the sounds of the pencil lead scratching on paper again, dina begins to massage you, beginning at your lower back.

she pushes her thumbs against your knotted muscles, the constant but gentle pressure working out the aches. the repeated motion is surprisingly comforting and you find yourself relaxing without having to think about it, your breathing evening out and your eyes struggling to stay open when you try. it isn’t until she ascends to the middle of your back, her fingers kneading the each side of your spine that it starts to feel really good, so good it startles an appreciative moan out of you and god, is it embarrassing.

you tense up again, eyes flying open, you can’t sit up with dina’s weight still heavy on your back so instead you press your hands to face, trying to hide your embarrassment. you can feel dina pause above you, her hands still and warm on either side of your spine, the sound of ellie’s pencil has stopped as well, the room silent besides the soft breaths of the three of you.

“i’m sorry,” you manage to squeak out, your embarrassment only increasing the longer the room is quiet, “i didn’t mean for that to happen,” you add quickly, not able to prevent yourself from squirming in discomfort. you can feel dina shift above you and you hope she says something to ease the tension in the room, she’s good at that. she doesn't make a move to shift off of your body so you can quietly hope she isn’t weirded out by your reaction, that she doesn’t want to stop.

“it’s ok,” she says eventually, she still doesn’t make a move to remove her hands, only shifting her weight a little above you, “it felt good right?” she asks as she slowly resumes massaging you, “that’s what i wanted, i wanted you to relax and feel good,” she adds when you don’t respond, her thumbs pressing more firmly again until she pulls another soft moan from you. “you wanna keep going?” she asks, her breathing is shaky and you can hear insecurity seeping into her tone so you nod quickly, turning your head enough to meet her eyes so she can see your sincerity.

“yeah, i wanna keep going,” you reply before you press your warm face into her bedsheets, closing your eyes tight and trying to ignore the growing heat between your legs. dina continues slowly working her way up your back, the heavy silence of the room only broken by your occasional stifled moan or whimper. she pauses when she reaches the bottom of your bra, sucking in a deep breath before she leans down over your body again, tucking your hair behind your ear so she can see your face.

“can i undo this?” she asks, one of her hands splayed out over the side of your ribs and the other gently tugging your bra strap where it lies on your shoulder, “i wanna give you a proper massage,” she hums, “wanna make you feel as good as possible, only if you want it though,” she continues, her hair is brushing against your skin and you’re trying to focus on her words and not how her body feels pressed up against you.

“i want it,” you tell her, your voice sounds a little raw and you try to hide your face again but she doesn’t let you, she trails the pads of her fingers over your cheek and you’re sure she can feel how warm your blush is making you. she doesn’t mention it though, instead sitting up so she can run her hands under your shirt, pushing it up slowly enough that if you wanted to protest you could. you think, privately, you wouldn’t tell her to stop if the world was ending but it’s a sweet gesture and you offer her a smile in thanks.

she gently maneuvers you until she can pull the shirt over your head, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before she begins to work on the hooks of your bra. she gently runs her hands up and down the unobstructed length of your back when they’re all undone, her fingers trailing lightly over the red mark it’s indented into your skin. her hands feel even warmer on your bare body, her skin is soft against yours and her touch is sure and unfaltering, no longer hesitant. you can feel her shift above you again before she’s reaching over you to help your arms out of your bra straps, gently tugging it from beneath your chest once it’s free and tossing it in the same direction as your shirt.

“fuck,” ellie curses softly from where she’s still sat in dina’s desk chair and suddenly you’re reminded of her presence, you squirm again and glance up at dina who looks just as flustered as you feel. there’s pink staining her cheeks and she’s dutifully not making eye contact instead looking down at her hands where they’re resting on your back, “don’t mind me,” ellie says hurriedly when she notices how the two of you have frozen, “or i can, like, go, if you’re uncomfortable,” she adds and you spare dina another glance before shaking your head.

“you can stay, els,” you tell her, turning your head to look over at her so you can give her a reassuring smile. her cheeks are a little red too and she’s abandoned her journal and pencil, both of them sat on the edge of dina’s desk, she’s slouched in the chair a little, her legs spread wider than before and her elbows are propped up on the arms of the chair. her hands are clasped together and as she relaxes again she rests her chin on top of them, her eyes leaving yours to meet dina’s.

“yeah, ellie, you’re good,” dina nods, giving ellie a reassuring smile of her own before she looks back down at you, “you still ok?” she asks, smiling a little wider when you nod and situating herself comfortably again, “alright, you’re being such a good girl for me,” she tells you, tapping the end of your nose with her finger lightly, “just keep being still,” she instructs, her hands squeezing your sides lightly before she resumes the massage, her thumbs rubbing firmly just below the spot where the band of your bra had been resting.

you close your eyes again and let out a heavy breath, your body slowly relaxing back into dina’s bed. your cheeks are still a little warm and you’re trying very hard to ignore the heat between your legs, though it only seems to get worse as dina continues, her hips pressed up against your ass as she leans over you. you can hear ellie moving around on the other side of the room and you crack one of your eyes open to look at her, letting out a soft laugh at the way she’s shuffling over to the bed in the chair, the wheels struggling to roll on the carpeted floor.

“listen,” she starts before she has to pause to let out a short laugh of her own, “i was trying to be subtle,” she says, reaching over to brush her fingers against your shoulder once she’s in reach, “carpets don’t allow for seduction, i’ll keep it in mind for next time,” she chuckles, pulling herself right to the edge of the bed so her legs are touching the mattress.

“you were aiming for seduction?” dina asks sounding deeply amused, “i’ve done all the seducing here, els, you were sat with your mouth hanging open while i was doing all the work,” she says, gesturing to the little pile of your discarded clothes and smiling all smug down at ellie who’s brows have pinched together in a little frown. you have to fight off a fond sigh and an eye roll, you can tell she’s taken dina’s bait.

“hey, not all of us are good at this shit,” ellie protests, crossing her arms across her chest. she looks equally ridiculous and attractive like this, manspreading in the office chair with her hair loose around her face, her jaw clenched enough to emphasize the line of it, fuzzy robe falling down her shoulders and pooling at her elbows. “plus it isn’t the seduction part that matters, it’s what comes after that that counts,” she insists.

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” dina hums, still sounding rather happy with herself. ellie doesn’t continue their little argument, instead turning her attention to you, taking in your soft expression and letting her own face smooth out into a smile. dina’s working on your shoulders now and you can’t help but close your eyes, opening them after a moment to see ellie’s face level with yours, her eyes already on your own.

“is it working on you at least?” she asks, her smile betraying that she doesn’t really care, though you nod anyway just to see her smile widen enough for her teeth to peek through her lips. “that’s good, a fifty percent success rate isn’t bad,” she says, her face is slowly inching towards yours, she’s close enough that you can see each of her freckles individually, even the tiny ones and the way her lips are a little chapped.

there’s an eyelash stuck to the top of one of her cheeks and you lift your head up to free one of your hands so you can brush it off. her smile gets even softer if it’s possible as she wraps her fingers around your wrist, holding onto you as she leans forward to press her lips to yours. her lips are warm and soft and you don’t quite know what to do with yourself as she cups your jaw and deepens the kiss. her hands on you grip a little too tight and her palms feel a little sweaty, like she was nervous, it makes your heart melt.

dina’s stilled above you, her hands squeezing your shoulders lightly though it could hardly be considered a massage, it feels more subconscious than the purposeful motions she was making earlier. she shifts against you and this time you can feel how her thighs squeeze either side of you, how she tenses and then relaxes again a few seconds later. you almost feel overwhelmed between the two of them, dina behind you and ellie in front, you don’t know who to pay attention to.

you pull your lips away from ellie’s a few moments later, breaths coming out in slightly ragged pants. you feel yourself blush but you can’t pull your eyes away from her face, her eyes and her spit slick lips and the way her own chest is heaving a little from her heavy breathing. she smiles at you and leans over to press another brief kiss to your lips, her hand around your wrist squeezing light and reassuring.

“ok, ellie, i’ll give it to you,” dina starts once ellie has pulled away from you again, both of you turning enough that you can see her face, she has a blush high on her cheeks and it looks like she’s been biting her bottom lip, “that worked on me,” she says and ellie smiles her triumphant i told you so smile that you find more endearing than you’d ever let her know.

“you want a kiss too, d?” you ask, your heart beating fast with nerves though they dissipate when dina nods quickly, like she thinks you might change your mind if she takes more than a moment to respond, “lift up a little,” you tell her, wigging a beneath her until she lifts herself up enough for you to roll over. she sits back down on you, straddling your hips and leaning over you, her hands braced either side of your head. you don’t have time to feel self conscious about your bare chest as her body presses up against yours, you’re more shy about how your hands rest on her hips, how you can feel body give beneath your hands.

“come here,” she tells you, leaning down so her face is level with yours, her hair forming a curtain around the two of you. her nose is brushing against yours and you can’t help but nudge the tip of your nose against hers, smiling at the same time she does, “i thought you were gonna kiss me,” she whispers, her lips are brushing yours already and it doesn’t take much effort to press your lips to hers.

you sigh happily against her and squeeze her hips, whining against her mouth when you can her thighs clench around you again. you can feel ellie move beside you, one of her hands strokes across your temple and the other tucks dina’s hair behind her ear so she can see you both, it makes you squirm a little, the fact that she’s watching you kiss dina just after you’d kissed her.

“you’re so pretty,” ellie says softly, her hand is still stroking the side of your face and you’re sure she’s doing something similar to dina, she hasn’t directed her compliment at either of you so you can only assume it’s about you both, it almost makes you whine again. her hand leaves your skin and you miss her touch immediately, using one of your hands to blindly reach for her, “give me a second, baby,” she laughs, taking your hand in hers and kissing your knuckles before she lets you go again, “i’m gonna help dina get her shirt off,” she tells you, placing your hand back on dina’s hip.

dina pulls her lips away from yours as ellie tugs the bottom of her shirt up and you’re stuck between watching as dina’s body is exposed and looking at her face, the way her lips are parted and she’s looking down at you with dark, half lidded eyes. you settle for staring up at her, you tuck the other side of her hair behind her other ear so you can see her clearly and you think she’s gorgeous. she’s got little freckles like ellie and a few larger moles, you move one of your hands from her hip to gently touch each of them.

ellie pulls dina’s shirt over her head obscuring your view of her face and you blush when you make eye contact with her again, you suddenly feel shy now that she’s sitting above you like this, her shirt discarded and her breasts spilling slightly over the cups of her bra. you’re conscious that she’s looking down at your chest too, her hands splaying out over your ribs as she watches your breasts rise and fall with each breath you take.

“you’re so beautiful,” she says and she looks so earnest you can’t help but believe her, though you can’t pull yourself together enough to form a response other than ‘you too’, it makes her smile wide enough that you’re sure she wasn’t expecting anything more, “you’re so sweet,” she chuckles, resting her forehead against yours and looking into your eyes, “sweetest girl ever,” she hums, laughing again when ellie very audibly clears her throat behind you both.

“c’mere els,” you call, reaching out for her again, you tug gently on her once she takes your hand in hers and she follows you easily, smoothing her thumb over your knuckles, “we gotta get your shirt off too,” you tell her, using your other hand to gently push on dina’s hip until she moves with a reluctant sigh, swinging her leg off of your hip so she can sit beside you, “it’s only fair,” you add with a smile as you pull ellie’s body in front of yours.

you sit up so you’re sat on the edge of the bed, your legs spread enough that ellie can stand between them comfortably. she rests her hands on your shoulders and you look up at her, she has a flush high on her cheeks, her lips are bitten and her eyes keep moving from your face to your chest and back again. you manage to catch her eye and she only blushes harder, squeezing your shoulders in retaliation when you can’t help but laugh at her.

“you’re so cute,” you tell her with a soft little smile, reaching up to push her robe off of her arms as dina presses up against you from behind, her arms winding around your waist and her chin resting on your shoulder. you can feel her breasts against your back, soft and warm and her nipples pebbled from the cool air of her bedroom, your hands still and ellie gives you a knowing look, taking her hands off your shoulders to pull the robe off herself.

“just watch,” dina whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then another to your jaw, “you don’t need to do anything,” she hums as her hands run up your stomach to cup your breasts, she squeezes gently, her fingers brushing lightly over your nipples. you’re torn again between focusing on dina and the way she’s sucking a mark into your neck or on ellie who’s pulled her shirt over her head and is standing over you with her sweats hung low on her hips.

you decide you can manage a bit of both, tilting your head to give dina more room and leaning back against her a little more so she has easier access to your chest. you use one hand to hold one of hers tighter against your breast and the other to reach out to ellie, trailing your fingers over the waistband of her pants and then up the flat planes of her stomach, over the soft hair that disappears into her underwear and the ridges of her abs.

“you’re so pretty, els,” you mumble, you’re shy to compliment her but you want her to tell her, you want to try to let her to know how attractive she is to you, how you could spend hours looking at her, how you could spend forever here in dina’s room with the two of them and you’d never get tired, “you’re beautiful,” you tell her, your fingers brushing the band of her sports bra, she averts her eyes from yours, looking just as shy as you feel.

“thank you,” she replies with warm cheeks, her eyes not able to meet yours for more than a moment, “you’re both so gorgeous,” ellie adds, looking from your face to dina’s where she’s still pressed up against your neck, her lips resting against your skin as she looks up at ellie, “feels like a dream,” she sighs, reaching out to run her fingertips over the tops of your breasts, her lips quirking into a little smirk when you squirm.

“you dream about us?” dina asks with a smile you can feel against your shoulder, you can imagine the look she’s giving ellie by the tone of her voice, teasing and fond and a little bit in awe, “what do you dream about?” she asks as ellie rolls one of your nipples between her fingers, both of them laughing softly at the way you whine and try to press your thighs together.

“i dream about this,” ellie replies, reaching over with her other hand to tuck dina’s hair behind her ear again, her fingers still warm on your breast, “i dream about touching you and kissing you and having you both all to myself,” she admits quietly, her gaze switching between yours and dina’s, she still looks a little shy but more sure of herself now and she bends down to press her lips against dina’s, cupping her jaw in her palm.

you lean your head back on dina’s shoulder to watch the way their lips slide against each other, ellie’s brows have furrowed a little and dina is squeezing you again, the soft flesh of your chest giving in to her touch easily. you can’t help but let one of your hands wander between your legs, the throb of your pussy too incessant to ignore when you can hear ellie moan into dina’s mouth and the quiet, wet sounds of their kissing.

“you couldn’t wait anymore?” dina teases a little while later when she and ellie part from each other, their chests heaving slightly as they catch their breath, “so desperate,” she hums as she lets go of one of your breasts to join your hand between your legs, she slips past the worn elastic of your pajama pants easily and she bats your hand away gently when she reaches your panties. you hear her curse when she feels how you’ve soaked through them and you whimper, closing your thighs around her which only serves to press her fingers against you harder.

“‘s she wet for us?” ellie asks, her lips titled up into a smirk as she takes in the expression on your face, you can feel that you’re flushed and your brows have drawn together as dina explores you through your panties. she takes a step away from the two of you so she can pull her sports bra over her head without elbowing either of you, she also pulls down her sweats and kicks them towards the growing pile of clothing before she steps closer again. she kneels in front of the bed so she’s level with your thighs, running her fingers over the curves of your body as she looks up at you.

“of course i’m wet,” you huff and it startles a laugh out of dina that she tries to stifle against your shoulder, her hand stilling against your cunt as her body shakes with a few more giggles. ellie watches her with her cheek pressed to your thigh, her hands resting on your hips and her lips pulled into a wide, amused smile.

“right, of course, baby,” ellie chuckles, closing her eyes briefly when you reach down to run a hand through her hair, “can you lift up for a sec?” she asks as she gives your hips a squeeze, tugging your pants down over your ass once you’ve lifted yourself off the bed. one of dina’s hands is still between your legs and the other migrates from your breast to stroke the area just above your belly button.

“you gonna help me make her cum?” dina asks over your shoulder, her eyes meeting ellie’s as she tugs your panties down over your thighs. ellie nods and licks her lips, her hands squeezing your inner thighs as she watches dina stroke over your bare cunt, the low evening light of the room not enough to disguise the glistening of your folds.

“yeah,” ellie manages a few seconds later, looking up at dina with her pupils blown wide with lust, “yeah, i’ll help,” she says as she squeezes your inner thighs again, her face lowering towards your pussy until you can feel her soft breaths against your bare skin and the warmth that seems to radiate off of her body in waves. dina’s touch is noticeably cooler against your own overheated skin, one hand drifting up to cup your breast again and the other spreading the swollen lips of your cunt.

you squirm as you’re exposed to ellie, closing your eyes and leaning back against dina to try to suppress the renewed shyness you feel. dina makes a soft cooing noise and kisses your temple, letting her head rest against yours as ellie leans forward and presses a few kisses to your inner thighs before she reaches your cunt. you can feel her exhale a long breath as she stares at you as you clench around nothing, a soft groan escaping her before she finally begins to lap at your entrance, right where you’re wettest.

“you don’t need to be shy,” dina tells you softly, letting go of your chest to gently take your jaw in her hand, she tilts your head down, pressing a kiss to your cheek and tutting at your closed eyes, “look at ellie,” she says, stroking the side of your face, “look how much she loves your cunt,” she whispers and you do, opening your eyes to watch ellie between your legs.

she’s wrapped her arms around your thighs to pull you closer to where she’s buried her face against you, her nose bumps your clit as she laps at you and the sounds she’s making are so wet it makes you flush all over again. whatever mess she’s making doesn’t seem to bother her as she keeps her mouth attached to you, her motions only getting more enthusiastic as you moan.

your hands flail a little when she attaches her lips to your clit, the sucking not able to disguise the way she smirks against you. you find purchase gripping dina’s thighs where they bracket your own, digging your nails into her skin until she hisses and gently bats your hands away.

“come here,” she tells you, shifting backwards until you’re laying on the bed, your legs still hanging over the edge comfortably and your thighs held tight in ellie’s hands, “you wanna help me out?” dina asks and she leans over to kiss you when you nod, “you’re such a good girl,” she mumbles against your lips. she kisses you breathless before she moves away again to pull off her pants and underwear, giving you a knowing smile when she catches you watching her, letting you trail your hands over her soft thighs when she crawls back over to you.

“fuck, dina, she’s got such a crush on you,” ellie chuckles from between your legs, she’s taking a break to catch her breath, her fingers stroking over your folds as she watches you both, “she clenched up so tight when you called her a good girl,” she says and to your embarrassment you feel your pussy flutter again, you whine and cover your face with your hands, your attempt to close your legs stopped by ellie’s firm hold on your thigh, “it’s nice to know you like me too, sweetheart,” she laughs, pressing kisses to your thigh when you whine again.

“els ‘s being mean, huh?” dina asks as she pulls your hand away from your face, she’s smiling down at you with the same teasing-soft-fond look she gives ellie and you feel helpless to deny her anything, “i won’t tease you anymore,” she tells you, giving you one more sweet closed mouth kiss before she sits up on her knees and straddles your body again, her back facing you.

you can already tell what she wants as she gets up onto all fours and backs herself up towards your face, her weight shifting until she can use one of her hands to pet your hip. you extend one of your hands to stroke your fingertips over the seam of her cunt and use the other to rest on her thigh as she gets comfortable on top of you. she’s warm and slick and smooth where you touch her and she moans when you brush lightly over her clit, her hand tighting where she’s still holding your hip.

“hey, i said i wouldn’t tease you, don’t tease me,” she whines causing ellie to laugh, she hasn’t stopped touching you but it’s far too light for you to reach your peak, her fingers barely grazing your outer lips. you wiggle your hips to try and remind her that you’re there, arching up as much as you can with dina’s weight on top of you to try and guide her fingers inside of you. she obliges with an apologetic squeeze to your thigh, pressing two fingers into your entrance and curling them upwards until you moan.

you lean up at the same time as you pull dina’s hips down towards you, pressing a little kiss to her clit that makes her hips jolt before she reaches back and rests a firm hand on your head, pushing herself back on to you until you have no choice but to lick at her. she remains in control as you taste her, her hand holding you close to her until she’s sure you’ll be good, that you won’t move away from her.

ellie’s fingers are still stroking your walls, her thumb rubbing circles on your clit, she’s doing it all so incredibly slowly that you find yourself whining against dina though it only makes her moan where her head is resting on your thigh. you can hear when they begin to kiss, the sounds of their mouths meeting distinct from the sound of your mouth against dina’s cunt and the soft wet sounds ellie’s fingers are pulling from you.

she doesn't speed up until your thighs are shaking and you’re so swollen with arousal that her thumb keeps slipping from your clit, you’re moaning up into dina as she grinds her hips back against you and she’s rubbing your hip in a way she intends to be comforting though it only makes you squirm more. you whine out a muffled plea and ellie takes pity, speeding up her fingers and moving her thumb so dina can take your clit into her mouth, the two of them working you over the edge.

you cum so hard you feel yourself space out for a moment, your hands gripping dina’s thighs so tightly you’re sure you’ve left more marks. you try to clamp your legs shut but ellie holds them open, watching the way you gush over her fingers and into dina’s mouth, your walls clamping so tight around her knuckles she’s scared she’ll hurt you if she tries to pull them free.

“you good, baby?” she asks, her voice muffled by dina’s thighs around your head. you nod before you realize she can’t see you, giving her an affirmative sounding hum instead, it seems to work well enough because she pets your trembling thigh and slowly works her fingers out of you. dina leans further forward to lap at your entrance where you’re still wet and clenching and you slap her ass lightly which only results in her laughing against you and sucking hard enough on your clit that you shriek.

“dina,” you whimper, digging your nails into her skin when she kisses over the sensitive area in apology, “dina, ‘m so sensitive,” you gasp, your thighs closing around her head as you try to push her away. you feel hands brushing your hair from your temple and open your eyes to see ellie smiling down at you all syrupy sweet. her chin is a little damp but it looks like she’s wiped herself off on something, it makes you feel hot all over, the fact you made so much of a mess on her.

“hi, baby,” she whispers as she gets up onto the bed and sits beside you, her hand still soft and gentle on your warm face, “d’you want a pillow?” she asks gesturing to where dina’s pussy is still hovering over your chest, “don’t want you to give yourself a sore neck when dina’s just rubbed all your aches out,” she hums, not bothering to wait for your response as she holds your head up with one hand and uses the other to tuck a pillow beneath you. she’s right, it is a lot more comfortable with more support beneath you and you squirm beneath dina until you’re able to reach part of ellie’s body, pressing a clumsy kiss to her knee before you lay back down.

“sit back here, d, i wanna make you cum,” you tell her, squeezing her hip until she pulls herself away from where she’d been sucking marks into your sticky inner thighs, “want you to face me,” you say and she carefully lifts herself up and turns herself around completely, her cheeks are red and her lips are shiny with your slick, she smiles down at you when you squirm, pinching your cheek lightly. you look up at her and smile back, not even able to muster up furrowed brows at her pinching though you scrunch your nose up and pull a face at her when she sticks her tongue out at you playfully.

“alright, babe,” she sighs, as if it’s a great inconvenience for her to sit on your face, though her teasing smile is back and it gives her away, “i guess i’ll let you get me off,” she smiles, unable to keep the act up any longer as she pets your slightly damp cheek and you turn to kiss her wrist. she shuffles up the bed on her knees until she’s hovering over your mouth and you have a hard time looking away from her cunt to pay attention to her, “you gotta push me off if you can’t breathe, ok?” she asks, sounding serious enough that you look up at her and nod before she sits down over you, her thighs tight around your head until you’re totally surrounded by her.

you can guess by the way her entrance is clenching that she’s already close so you try to bring her over the edge, licking and sucking and then laying pliant as she begins to fuck herself agaisnt your mouth. you can hear her moan above you and she gets a firm grip on your hair to hold your head in place as she grinds down against you, practically riding your face into the pillow.

the task of keeping up with dina absorbs you until you hear another muffled moan to your side and a hand cupping your breast. you’re confused for a moment, your brain distracted and muddled, before you realize it’s ellie, that she’s touching herself as she watches you and dina, that she’s touching you to help herself get off. part of you wishes you could watch, but your orgasm has left you loose and sleepy so you’re content to lay back and let dina cum using your tongue, you’ll watch ellie when she’s done.

dina only lasts another minute or so before she curses and shudders above you, her hips rolling against your face as she floods your mouth with her release. she shifts off of you quickly so you can breathe, laying heavily beside you as she pants softly. she props her cheek up on her fist and watches as you swallow and lick your lips, your cheeks go warm under her attention, blushing like you hadn’t just had your face buried in her cunt and she smiles one of her pretty, fond smiles at you.

you lean over to give her a brief kiss, she tries to cup your jaw and crawl back on top of you but you don’t let her, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips before you turn and crawl the short distance to ellie. she groans when you attach your mouth to one of her nipples, using the hand that isn’t in her boxers to hold your head against her chest, looking down at your flushed face as you suck a mark into the soft skin of her breast.

“stay right there, baby, i’m gonna cum,” she moans, you can hear her heart beating fast where your head is resting on her chest and you press closer to her as you take her nipple back into your mouth. she whines and tugs your hair slightly, the hand working over herself more frantic now and her thighs tensing, the muscles visibly contracting beneath her skin as her toes curl.

you feel the bed dip as dina crawls over to the two of you, she kisses your forehead before kissing down ellie’s chest and sucking a mark below her collar bone. you watch as she takes ellie’s other nipple into her mouth and bites softly, grazing her teeth over the hard nub, her eyes fixed on ellie’s face as she tumbles over the edge and cums.

you look up and watch as best you can with the way ellie’s pushing your face into her chest, her brows draw up and she bites on her lip as if trying to stifle her moans before she gives up and curses loudly. her body tenses before relaxing with a shudder, her fingers stroking lightly where they’d been digging into your scalp a moment before. she’s so sweet you have to lean up to kiss her, using one of your hands to stroke over her stomach, petting over her soft skin. her abs jump under your touch and you laugh softly into her mouth, pulling away to kiss the corner of her smiling lips.

her hand appears in front of your face once you’ve detached your mouth from hers and it takes you a moment to realize her fingers are slick with her release, three of them coated from the knuckle down. you hold her forearm in both hands, one holding her wrist and the other holding just above her elbow as you take her fingers into your mouth, sucking the taste of her off of her skin. you watch her face as you run your tongue over the pads of her fingers, ignoring dina’s quiet curse in favor of staring into ellie’s eyes until she breaks eye contact, pulling her fingers from your mouth and clearing her throat.

“not enough time for more tonight,” she mumbles, leaning over to kiss dina’s pouty bottom lip when she makes a noise of protest, “seriously, d, we’ve gotta get out of bed before twelve tomorrow,” she chuckles as she tugs both of you down to lay either side of her, dina gives up arguing once she yawns before she can respond verbally and settles for a kiss instead, pressing her mouth against ellie’s as you watch with your head on ellie’s sternum.

dina detaches from the kiss first, saying something about going to get bottles of water though it’s sleepy and mumbled and you can’t quite be sure what she said with ellie’s heartbeat so loud in one of your ears. you decide not to worry about it, letting your heavy eyelids close as you curl up further into ellie’s chest, your arms winding around her waist and squeezing in a light hug. she sighs happily and squeezes the arm she’s draped around your shoulders, heavy and warm and comforting.

“you think you’re relaxed enough to sleep through the night?” she asks and you can tell she’s grinning without having to open your eyes, you’re too sleepy to do anything more strenuous than nod, mumbling a quiet yes, thank you, els as she pulls the duvet up over you both and drops a soft little kiss on top of your head.

#ellie x reader #dina x reader #ellie x dina x reader #ellie williams #dina tlou #tlou2 #tlou x reader

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otrtbs · 3 months

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Hiii ! I had already asked that question, but I will ask it again because you didn't respond to it last time but at the same time it's harmless (I think), and if you don't respond again then I guess it isn't harmless 😭

I was wondering how you got into art ? Have you ever made art yourself like painting, drawing, and sculpture and decided to study that, or do you really just love art history and never had touched a pen to draw in your life? And how did your family react ?

And another question was were you in school, or work when you were writing AHB (I mean in general when you are writing actually) and if so, how did you find time to write and read? Because as a writer I feel like an important part is to read but when I do write I don't read, and I know that a big part of that is just school and I don't have time, but maybe you got a magic trick or smth?

hi! yeah it is harmless i am just SEVERELY behind on answering asks these days but i am not intentionally ignoring you/anyone. i am just behind on asks, sorry! also i get rambly under the cut so this is a warning!

as far as how i got into art, i used to volunteer at my local art museum when i was in high school!! and during that time i got to talk to a bunch of curators and educators and i was like,,,,, 'yeah. i wanna do this'

i am NOT artistic at all,,, i can't draw or paint to save my life el oh el. i had to take a fine arts course as an undergrad in uni which was fairly rudimentary ,,, just exploring different art mediums,,, color theory,, etc. and i was SO BAD at it,, so. bad. we had to bring in our art projects for critique and i still have nightmares about that...oof.

as far as my family support,,,, also el oh el. uhm,, no one was very thrilled with my life decisions to say the least...but i do not care! it's my life to live! then when my sister went to uni and said she wanted to be a biomedical engineer major n maybe go to med school,, well they put all their attention on her so we move!

also yes!! i was in school while i was writing ahb! i was in my final year of undergrad, i worked full time as a resident assistant at my university and i worked part time at a call center (<- WORST JOB OF MY FUCKING LIFE) and sometimes i would pick up extra shifts at my university's campus store because i was paying my own way through undergrad and so honestly.... the truth is i hardly slept. which is not healthy and i do not recommend that you do that at all. by any means. thankfully, because it was my final year i had some easy "blow off" classes in addition to upper division art history courses so the workload was lighter than previous semesters.

but my RA job would put me "on call" which meant i was the one an entire building of 500+ college girls would call if there was emergency of any kind (could be something serious like a fire or a strange man in the girls dorms or someone needing serious medical attention to something miniscule someone's fire alarm running out of batteries). and we would be on call for 24 hours on the weekends or 5pm to 8 am on weekdays. and if you missed a call because you were asleep you would be fired immediately no questions asked. and bc i got my housing and a lot of my income from that job,,,, i would get so paranoid and stressed abt missing a phone call that i wouldn't sleep at all when i was on call. so i did a lot of my writing for ahb! during those times at like 5am while i was on call. i was also required to work 10-15 hours a week at the front at my university through my RA position and it was a 24 hour desk and i got the night shift where literally nobody would come in. i'd work 10pm-2am on tuesdays and thursdays and then a few hours on saturday (But those were normally busy). and i would write my fanfic then!!! (should've been doing school work ,,, but alas) <- so for the "sHE CoULd'vE aT lEasT EdiTed iT" crowd who have beef with ahb!,,, i was too busy trying to graduate uni and working 3 jobs to do anything but post. so eat dirt.

additionally, i didn't read fanfic when i was writing ahb! for the most part. i was reading a ton before i started writing and then i think i was only able to keep up with the choices updates and picked up heavy fanfic reading again once ahb! was finished.

so no magic tricks from me unfortunately :(( i think it was only feasible bc i was operating on like zero sleep and my course load was light the final semester, and i got lucky with my job hours !! otherwise,, i didn't really do anything else. like i stopped reading, stopped watching shows,, etc,, if i had free time i would be on the google doc hahaha

#asks #and that's my life story good lord

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voidscarredadjudicator · 4 months

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Hey guys. Sorry for being quiet for a month. Hopping on here to let y'all know that I do still have a pulse. Things have been... fine? I guess? Here's a bit of a wordy update on my situation right now, but the tl;dr is, I'm good, HE is still on hiatus, but I'll get back into the groove soon hopefully. Also happy holidays!

The mysterious and vague 'personal life stuff' is still ongoing, and I really don't know how long it'll be something that I have to deal with. I'm continuing to not elaborate because it is very much a personal life thing, but I can assure you that nobody's dying or anything grim like that.

On an only somewhat related note, my expendable income has shrank dramatically in the past few months, so I've been having to get a lot more stingy with what I spend money on. I'm not poverty stricken; I can still afford rent and bills and groceries and whatnot, I just gotta cut corners where I can so I can actually build up my savings.

What does this mean for Humanity's Endling? Well, it's... still on hiatus, technically. But really it just means I'm picking up more shifts than I'd usually care to, which means less time to actually work on it. If work were being done on it to begin with. I'm also cutting out my NSO subscription, which unfortunately means I will not be playing Splatoon 3 much at all anymore. Granted, I was kinda taking a break from it already, so it's not like I've been getting my money's worth of the subscription anyways. So if you were curious about my absence during this most recent Big Run, or the lack of a lengthy season observation/headcanon post like last time, that is why.

All of that said, it's not like I haven't been writing at all - just been hard focusing what creative juices I'm still able to generate given my situation on the accursed TTRPG I've mentioned in prior rambles, as that's an actively running thing that I kinda need to constantly pump stuff out for.

Speaking of which, I pulled a Super Mario Galaxy and wrote a whole ass children's book for the players to find as a lore thing. It was written with the intention of just being a normal children's book in a bubble, but when viewed with the context of the entire campaign thus far, takes on a completely different meaning. Which is to say, you don't need to know a damn thing about the campaign to appreciate the story - a theory I tested by having two people who aren't players read it.

One almost cried. The other actually cried. And when the players found it in our most recent session, one of them also cried, and we had to take a breather after the fact.

Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but I feel like that's one hell of an achievement. So I am pretty proud of myself for that. If you guys are interested, I might clean it up a bit and post it either on Ao3 as an original work or just straight onto this tumblr. It's only about 2k words, so it should fit nicely in a single post.

That's all I can really think of to say at the moment. Again, even though I might seem a bit quiet, I am still here. I take a peek at tumblr at least once a day to see if anyone's sent any asks or anything like that, so don't be afraid to toss something into my inbox if you have a question.

Oh, and for the anon who sent an ask suggesting me to upload what I have of Act II done already - I don't exactly plan my stories in a linear fashion, nor do I write them as such either. It's closer to me thinking of the major moments I wanna do, plotting out how to connect them, refining, refining, refining, rearranging, refining, scrap half of what I have done, rearranging, suddenly having an epiphany, scrapping another chunk... yeah, it's a bit chaotic. I see what you're trying to say though, and I do appreciate the suggestion, but it can't really be done with the way I go about writing.

That's it from me. Happy Holidays. Play Cyberpunk 2077. It's a good game, I swear. Or Undertale Yellow if you own a toaster. It's me, I own a toaster. I played Cyberpunk on my brother's computer. Thanks, bro. Love you.

#The Adjudicator has spoken.#guess who isn't dead? that's right it's me!#also play armored core 6 #also alan wake 2 #haven't played either of those games but i want to #alan is so cool. he's a writer struggling with writer's block that loves his wife. man is just like me fr

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squirrelno2 · 9 days

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Assuming that you play Swtor... Who are your main 8 Ocs and what's your favorite class/romance?

muahahaha so you have in fact met at least one of them via my sideblog, @relevant-url-incoming, because you asked about Kit there, but I always welcome the chance to ramble/infodump/annoy the shit out of people who are following me for not-even-star-wars-adjacent things SO:

(disclaimer: this may get spoilery. it's all very out of context spoilers, but if anyone reading this cares about swtor spoilers. be warned.)

Ven is a name some people following me here will remember, specifically as a four year old Nautolan who adopts Dogma, the clone. She also, in the grand scheme of my silly little swtor nonsense, is a time traveller who grows up to fuck shit up in the distant past. As one does. She's my trooper and my Alliance Commander and my precious baby girl mary sue beloved. She's also committed a few war crimes in her youth but what is a war crime to the star wars galaxy anyway? nobody knows. it's fine.

Nalyan is her brother, newly introduced in the same fic series i allude to above, and my smuggler. He is... grumpy. and an asshole. and also overall much more likely to save an enemy than most of my ocs, but that always surprises people due to the grumpiness. I ship him very hard with Corso and Risha who I do not ship with each other, which makes for a delightful dynamic in my head. sometimes besties just have sex with the same man it's whatever.

Kitiver is my Jedi Knight whose anxiety made him fall big-time, and he is full of self-loathing and self-doubt. He's overall kind of neutral in how the game sets up morality but when I write him it's the inwardly directed anger and the way that splashes out onto others that keeps him dark, even though all he wants is to be a good person. He doesn't really believe he's capable of that, anymore. oops.

Kaojacol is my Consular who went from a kind of coldhearted closed off person to the biggest softie who just wants to be a good friend and wife and mom. She's... a good friend? to be fair to her the wife and mom thing kind of got out of control with the whole zakuul thing. Sorry Felix and also the kid I made up for them.

Exchei is my Sith Inquisitor and she's so nice, for someone who'll shock you with Force lightning if you piss her off. Her backstory is always kind of fresh in her mind, and she really really wants to reform the Empire and stop slavery. also if you give her something nice and expensive and don't betray her she'll love you forever, which is how Andronikos sold her on the whole romance thing when she still wasn't sure if she could trust him.

Ri'gastio is a fucking asshole and also my bounty hunter. He's just. He's the guy who does every mean thing and kills everyone he can kill and makes everyone pay for everything he does for them because he figures if the world screwed him over there's no point in him being nice. He might as well do the same. I want to smack him so badly.

Tavansa is my Sith Warrior, she is my pathetic wet cat lesbian who just wants Vette to love her in spite of her many murderous tendencies and the fact that she's kind of unbearable to be around. A real attack dog kind of person, if an attack dog was also always calculating how people might perceive her behaviour so she can make sure the people (Vette) she cares about see her in the best light possible.

Sarrant is my Agent and he's... very hard to explain honestly? Like he starts out super loyal and that gets burned to hell and back, and he falls for fucking Kaliyo of all people even though he likes to let people live and help them out and generally enjoys being nice, and he also will just cut a bitch for looking at him wrong - man has issues. He's made lighter choices than his sister Tavansa but he is equally fucked.

As for my favourite class and romance uhhhh... story-wise it probably is Jedi Knight because that shit is juicy, though i think in terms of juiciness Agent is also up there. But if we're talking straight-up soft spots I really like the trooper storyline. I like that I got to force Ven to solve the trolley problem like twenty times. That was great. She names her kid after Jaxo, that's how bad that hurt her.

I also really like romancing Jorgan, possibly also because of Ven, but especially for Timothy Omundson's little voice crack when you reunite with him. Like damn. how can i resist that. I haven't romanced Elara in-game yet but the version of her that lives in my head and is married to Ven and Jorgan is great. kind of terrified to find out if the actual romance lives up to that but I adore her so if it doesn't I shall simply rewrite it.

#I refuse to put this under a cut you shall all see my infodump and SUFFER #but yeah this and more is all on that sideblog I think except maybe my favourites #but thank youuuuuu i cannot express the giddiness i feel upon recieving such questions. my little fucked up children #anyway sideblogs are fun it's like i accidentally have two identities. or five really. shh #swtor #Ven (oc)#Nalyan (oc)#not gonna tag all of them because they live elsewhere but i do have ven and nalyan stuff on this blog so. tag!#still don't have an ask tag

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darkmarkets · 11 years

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The Horrors of Commerce

If you haven't heard already, Random House made so much money with its ex-fanfic insta-classic 50 Shades of Grey that the publishing giant was able to give every one of its American employees a $5,000 holiday bonus.

That's a lot of eggnog.

The arrival of such news—especially when compared to the publishing world's usual we're-all-going-broke moaning—compels this blogger to abandon all the how-to write advice of the past, chuck my Elements of Style out the window, and abandon all hope of a steady writer income unless I can positively answer one question:

Am I writing porn?

Now, I have nothing against porn. I believe it's a viable art form. I've made much of my steady writer income writing for a sex-positive magazine, so it's evident I bear no ill will against written depictions of knockin' boots. (I do, however, have a blind hatred of fan fiction, but that's a topic for another post.) I also have nothing against genre fiction, romance or sci fi or horror (obviously!), or any of those other forms of storytelling that are readily consumed by the masses.

But, news that Random House is paying its secretaries more money in one month than I will ever see for that novel I worked on for two years...well, it gives me pause. It makes me ask myself, why am I even doing this?

Am I writing in hopes to make money? Or am I writing just to make money?

This debate of Art versus Commerce is not a new one. In capitalist societies, art tends to become a consumable; a price is laid upon it, and market forces have to be appeased in order to sell it. Before I get too academic on the subject, I'll just break it down like this: to sell your work, you've got to write something people want to buy. And that something people want may or may not fall in line with your artistic vision. So, what do you do? Do you write the rambling pile of dark stream-of-consciousness nonsense that speaks to your soul, or do you follow genre conventions so that someone, somewhere, may actually read your work?

It's not an easy question. Every writer must decide this for themselves. But, in hopes of aiding my fellow writer's in their discussions with themselves, I will bring up one point.

Reward for your writing does not have to come in cash.

We tend to forget that the things we do have rewards other than a check at the end of the month. And this is especially so with fiction. In publishing, the competition's fierce, the pool is large, and the paychecks are usually slim for everyone except the big Grey dog at the top. This isn't unique to publishing. You'll see this everywhere for any industry that's not curing cancer or taking out the trash. Art, sports, music, theater...it's all the same. So, what happens is, the race is so frantic that newcomers often find themselves dashing blindly for that finish line, the one that says "You Made It!" and is complete with a golden trophy spilling over with coins. In environments like this, we can easily make the assumption that Well Paid = Valuable.

Such is not the case.

Well Paid = Marketable. Something that's marketable can also be valuable, but the two are not necessarily joined at the hip.

Many of us struggle with writing because we think "If I'm not getting hella paid, I must be awful." We think the only way we will have value as writers is if someone downs us in piles of royalties. This couldn't be farther from the truth. The fancy pants literature world thrives on throngs of highly-talented people who write transcendent fiction for little to no money at all. Do a Duotrope search for general Literary magazines and you get 1669 results, only 43 of those pay pro rates. That's like 2%! And, surely, you may say, "But nobody reads those magazines." and you may be right. The traditionally held convention is that art-important literature has smaller audiences than commercial fiction. But that still doesn't stop thousands of writers every day trying to pour their soul out on a page that might reach someone, somewhere.

Why? Because they see the rewards that come from writing outside of commercial success. (Or they're beholden to a certain publishing model that requires them to write noncommercial fiction for free forever until they've bled enough sweat and tears to reach Franzen-levels of high-paying literary fame. But that's also the topic of another blog post.)

Anyway, let's talk about some of these other rewards.

Firstly, it's rewarding to write something you love. It's surprising to hear, in this publishing climate, that it's worth it to write something that pleases you, the writer, even if no one else likes it. If you write something you are proud of, then marvelous! Screw everyone else. I'm dead serious. This is an easy thing to say but, I can assure you, I've done it before and it's awesome. I've written stories that I know are completely unpublishable—I wouldn't submit them if someone begged me to but, believe me no one will ever beg me to—but because I love those stories of mine, I feel a grand sense of accomplishment and worth. It's a really great thing; I suggest everyone try it at least once.

Secondly, it's rewarding to write something one other person loves. Again, not the kind of build-your-audience kind of talk we're used to seeing. But, if you write something that one person loves, you again get that feeling of accomplishment and worth that we tend to equate only with big-name publishing. Try a friend or a relative or a random stranger on some forum somewhere—pick someone you think might love your work. They might love it! If one person loves your work, then you've done the thing that writing is really meant to do—connect people to people, share ideas about life and the world. Or, in our case as horror writers, utterly gross someone out. It's totally worth doing on the small scale.

After that, the rewards just keep coming. It may be that writing is good therapy for you, or just a fun way to spend a weekend. It may be writing is a great way for you and your friends to connect over coffeehouse conversations. It may be that, for one glorious moment, at three-o-clock in the morning with that empty highball glass in one hand and that cigarette in the other, you feel like a real goddamn writer, dammit. It may be the sound of keys clicking is a cool noise. And, maybe you just like having all those typewriters in your house. There are piles of reasons to write aside from money—and, while I don't necessarily advocate all of us give up our dreams of being cash-hound publishing celebrities, it's important that money not be the only reason we write.

If money is the only reason you're writing, then I suggest you ask yourself: Am I writing porn?

Cuz if you're not, you'd better start. The typing pool needs more eggnog.

Lorna D Keach

#The Horrors of Horror Writing

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yknowhatimean · 3 years

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Favorite color? Favorite food? Would you kindly link us all some good explicit fanfic?

1. Deep greens for clothing but purple in art!

2. Big fan of apple crumble pie at the moment. More generally, I like things with salt, like those creatures from Star Trek.

3. Sure };-)

Thank you for the ask!

#big ramble nobody asked for incoming #I feel like I’m admitting some deep dark secret but I don’t really read fics with romantic pairings 😬. idk why it’s just not my thing.#Like my preferences on AO3 are '&' pairings and hurt/comfort or angst. I like to be damaged by what I read #Basically.#I just want someone to be mortally wounded and then taken care of by their distressed bestie. That's the perfect fic to me.#12 Hours by pennem on AO3 is my fave Oasis fic. literally checked for updates daily.#Like maybe one of my favorites EVER.#Anyway sorry for what I linked lmao wish I was Jared. 19.#WHY AM I SO SCARED TO SAY THIS AHHHHHHH #Asks

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wonder-kid-pugh · 3 years

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Coming Home for Christmas - (Mal Pugh x reader)

Mal loved Christmas

It was without a doubt her favourite time of the year. Every year it felt like she was 6 years old again as her excitement grew with each passing day getting closer and closer to Christmas. She just loved everything about it. The playing in the snow. Spending time with the family. Belting out the lyrics to Christmas songs. Drinking hot chocolate while snuggling up in front of the fire.

But what really made Christmas special was the people she spent it with.

One of the few downsides of being a professional soccer player is the lack of time. She spent so much of the year away from family and always training whether it be for club or the national team meant she didn't get to see her family as much as she would have liked. Not to say she regretted any of it. It was the one of the few sacrifices of being on one of the best teams in the world. No, what she regretted was the lack of time. She regretted how time seemed to slip by so easily. It just seemed to slip through her hands. She could do nothing but watch as it helpless slipped away.

But that's what made the holidays even better. She cherished the time she got to spend surrounded by her family and friends. It just made the holidays just so special no matter how stressful it was at times.

It was also a constant reminder of her relationship.

Y/n L/n has been in Mal's life since she was 6 years old. She has been there through the highs and lows of her life and her career. They had done practically everything together. Growing up she attended every single one of Mal's games and whenever she needed someone to help her practice Y/n was always there to fill whatever position was required. Y/n was Mal's first call after getting called up the National Team and you better believe your ass that Y/n was there in the front row cheering her on when she made her debut. It was only after Y/n surprised her at the game did she realised that she had fallen for her best friend.

Mallory had fallen and had fallen hard

So you can only imagine her delight when on Christmas Day 2017 after both being caught under the mistletoe together Y/n kissed her confessing how she's been harbouring feelings for the forward for a while now. Mal was so dazed by what was happening that she could only stare shocked at the poor girl leading her to believe she didn't feel the same. It was only when the girl started to stumble over her words apologizing profusely for her actions did Mal regain her senses and pull her back into a gentle kiss.

And that was the beginning of their relationship.

It also didn't hurt that it was the same day a year later that they told each other that they loved each other. Christmas for Mal was her favourite time of year for all those reasons. I mean how could you possibly hate Christmas after all that? She had everything she needed. But this year it was slightly different. She had the snow, she had the carols, she had the presents. She even had family.

But she didn't have Y/n.

See while Mal decided to join the Bruins and eventually The Spirit, Y/n enlisted in the Army. Ever since she was younger all she wanted to do was help people. She wanted to make people's lives better. She wanted to do some good in the world. So she became a medic for the Army. Running into battle to help the people who help serve and protect their country. And although it was tough they preserved. Y/n's selflessness was one of the reason she fell in love with her and as much as she hated being away from her, Mal knew that she couldn't stop Y/n from doing what she wanted to do and that was to help people.

She missed her girlfriend. But Mal knew that it wouldn't be for much longer. Y/n promised she would be here for Christmas. It was their holiday. She would never miss such and important day for the two of them. And she never breaks her promises. Which is why Mal as happy as could be answered the facetime request immediately after seeing her girlfriend's name flash on the screen.

She immediately stopped everything she was doing and smiled as she answered the facetime request. She practically squealed when she saw the image of her girlfriend who's been away from her for over a year now, "Hey Babe!" But her smile faltered when she saw Y/n give her a weak smile in return, "Hey Love". Mal scrunched up her eyebrows, "What's wrong?" Y/n sighed and bites the corner of her lip as she stares back at her long term girlfriend.

Immediately Mal knows something is wrong. Mal has known her girlfriend long enough to know that her has a habit of biting the corner of her lip when she's nervous about something.

Or something has gone terribly wrong

"What's wrong?" Mal asks as she frowns lightly at the screen. Y/n's shoulders slumped as she released a big sigh dragging her hand down her face. This did nothing to ease Mal's nerves, "Y/n?" Y/n looked sadly at the Mal as she wanted nothing more than to hug her in this moment after the disaster of a day she had today, "There was an attack on the base...".

Mal's eyes widen, "Oh my god! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She quickly shakes her head, "No! No I'm fine. Everyone's fine. A few bumps and bruises but nothing we can't handle". Mal could see Y/n look down no doubt playing with her fingers before she looked back up at her sadly, "The plane on base that was planning on bringing us home was damaged in the attack". Mal's breath hitched as Y/n continued, "It was the only plane on base at the moment and there's a storm incoming and they don't think they can get a plane here in time before it hits".

"What does that mean?" Mal asked her voice dropping to a whisper. She tried to look anywhere else but her y/e/c met Mal's brown orbs lacking their usual sparkle, "I don't think I'm going to be home for Christmas".

It was that moment that Y/n wished nothing more than to tell her it was a terrible joke. She could feel her heart break as she watched as Mal's face dropped. The smile that never failed to light up a room disappeared in a second.

And the worst of it all was the fact that there was hundreds of miles in between them stopping her from comforting the love of her life.

"I'm really sorry Love. But because of the storm they can't get another plane to get us home. And it means that they're short on medics so they need me to stay until they can get someone to replace me. I swear Mal if there was a way-" she tried to soften the blow as if it would relieve the forward in some way.

Mal could see how distraught the medic was at telling her the devastating news. She knew that she would rather give her left arm than miss Christmas at home. She knew that she was trying her best to seem okay for her because as much as Mal hated the idea of not being together for Christmas.

She knew that Y/n hated it more

"Babe?" Mal says stopping Y/n from her ramble before she went into a downward spiral. She tries to put on her most convincing smile as she looks at her through the camera, "Y/n it's okay. I-its okay really. There's nothing you can do about it. It's just really unfortunate timing". Her face softens as she looks at me sadly, "You know I'm going to do everything in my power to get back home to you as soon as possible right?" Mal smiles lightly, "I know".

It looked like she wanted to say more before her name was called sounding very urgent, "Shit Love I'm really sorry I have to go. His condition just dropped-". But I shake my head, "It's okay go save a life". She snorted at the saying her girlfriend had taken to telling her everytime she had to go away. She quickly kissed her hand putting it to the camera before quietly whispering, "I love you superstar". I smile at her softly, "I love you too Hero". She gave me one last smile before the call disconnected.

Mal sighed as she dropped her phone burying her head in her hands. The most important holiday of the year and she's missing the most important person in her life. Mal loved Christmas.

But this Christmas already seemed off to a bad start.

............

"Is everything okay Mal Pew Pew?" Sonnet asks as she dropped into the seat across from the sombre forward. Everyone noticed that the forward's mood had dropped significantly since the day before. Everyone knew how excited she got at Christmas. The already happy going forward just seemed to shine even brighter at Christmas.

So what happened between yesterday and now that made the forward do a complete 180?

"Yeah what's up? There's been something off with you since yesterday" Lindsey adds as the rest of the team listened in on the conversation. Mal just checks her phone once more only to see that there is still no new message from Y/n. The forward sighs as she runs her hand through her hair, "Y/n's base was attacked".

Everyone's eyes widen as they look at the younger player. "What? Is she okay?" Rose asks sitting up. Mal nods, "Yeah she's okay but she won't be home for Christmas". Everyone was silence. They all knew how important Christmas was for Mal and Y/n. They saw how much the two loved each other. They were the light of each others lives. And they knew how devastated they must be being away from each other at such an important time of the year.

"Awe we're sorry Mal" Christen says as she drops into the space beside the forward with Tobin right beside her as always. Mal shrugs trying to play it off, "It's okay. There's nothing we can do about it. Just really unfortunate timing". Nobody says anything knowing that nothing could make up for the loss of a love one on the holidays. All Christen did was pull the younger forward into a hug.

After all the hell that was the Corona Virus the team decided to hold a massive team celebration for the holidays. All the player's families were all going to join at the end of camp and all spend Christmas together. And while Mal was grateful she would be surrounded by so much friends and family, nothing could replace Y/n being there.

If only she knew how much Y/n was busting her ass trying to get home to her....

...........

Y/n stood back straight hands behind her back as the general looked her over. He eyed one of his top medic up and down, "Are you sure this is what you want?" But all she did was nod respectfully, "Yessir". Even though he look a bit reluctant he nodded nonetheless, "Although I don't like it". Y/n tensed up before he continued, "I respect your decision and understand why you want to". Y/n relaxed the tiniest bit as she nodded at her superior, "Thank you sir". He starts to nod before he starts filling out some paperwork, "Go pack your bags".

Y/n scrunched her face lightly, "Sorry sir? I don't understand". He just glances up at me with a small grin, "You have a plane to catch". He looks back down going back to writing, "You better hurry. The planes going to be here soon and you need to leave soon to beat the storm". You couldn't stop the smile spreading across the young medic's face, "Thank you sir. For everything". He looks up from his paperwork, "Go home to your girl L/n". Y/n gave him one last salute before rushing out to go pack her bags. The General shook his head with a small smile. Although he hated losing his best medic he knew that where she needed to be was home.

It was the best news she had ever heard. They were somehow able to scramble a nearby charter plane to bring some troops home. Y/n being one of them. Within 15 minutes Y/n had all her belongings packed and was running towards the plane which was scheduled to lift off in 2 minutes. She had just make it into the plane as they were about to lift off. As she had got on the plane she took out the small Polaroid picture of her and Mal. She smiles as she ran her thumb over the creased photo showing just how many times she had taken this photo out. She quickly placed a gentle kiss to the precious photo before tucking it away again and instead swapping it out for her phone.

It was a long flight home but it was okay because Y/n had some major stuff to plan and it would all be worth it in the end to be able to see Mal on Christmas Day.

............

"Christ" Y/n mutters as she pulls her jacket closer to her. Being away from home for so long she almost forgot how cold it was in her home state. However the cold Colorado weather did nothing to deter the medic though as she felt a wave of warmth flood through her as she knew she was so close to seeing her family again. She was close to seeing her Mal again.

Although it seemed like the world was against her today.

It was hard enough for Y/n to find a taxi to drive her to where she needs to be. She blamed it on the heavy snow falling and the fact that most people were probably at home, all bundled up in blankets surrounded by their loved ones enjoying one of the best holidays of the year.

Exactly where Y/n should be right now

Thankfully her prayers were answered as one car pulled over and allowed her in. She quickly told the driver where she was heading before slumping against the seat. They were driving comfortably for a while and Y/n struggled to sit still in the seat.

That was until she faced her next problem

"Shit.." the driver mutters quietly but Y/n was able to hear him over the popular Christmas songs playing quietly from the radio. Y/n leans forward, "What's wrong? Why are we stopped?" The driver gave her a sympathetic, "Sorry but the snow's too heavy and is blocking the roads causing traffic. It pretty much bumper to bumper right now". Y/n sighs as he turns to her fully obviously seeing how important it was for her to get where she needs to be.

Y/n flops back against the seats, "Fuck..."

.............

"Okay time to hand out presents!" Vlatko calls out to all the families scattered around the room. Mal grudgingly gets up from playing with Marley who had been doing well from distracting the girl from missing Y/n right now to now sit beside her sister as everyone moved to the Christmas tree they had set up.

Brianna who could see how much Mal was struggling to get into the Christmas spirit without Y/n present, "You okay?" Mal plasters on a fake smile even though she knows that her sister knows just how fake it is, "I will be". Brianna doesn't say anything and instead turns to her daughter who looks at her aunt confused tilting her head, "I think Aunt Mally needs a hug right now. Don't you think Marls?"

The small girl smile and jumps into her aunt's arms never one to deny a hug. Mal chuckles lightly as she hugs the small girl back, "Thanks Marls". Marley smiles brightly as she turns so she's sitting in Mal's lap as she starts to fiddle with the forward's fingers to keep her occupied.

Mal sat and watched as people one by one exchanged gifts which lifted her spirits the tiniest bit. The team had made it their mission to help their crestfallen teammate. They had done everything and anything which came with the perfect Christmas. They had baked cookies, made gingerbread houses, sang Christmas carols, built snowmen, everything. Which Mal appreciated very much as it relieved the ache in her heart slightly.

And before she knew it, it was her turn to pick presents. "Want to help me open my presents?" Mal asked the little girl in her lap who nodded enthusiastically. But just as they started tearing into the first present the door burst open.

Mal's face scrunched up as she heard her teammates gasp looking at something behind her. She shifts around turning to see how has her teammates attention. But her eyes widened as she saw who stood behind her staring straight at her.

Because there stood Y/n L/n

Brianna was the first to recover as she moved her daughter out of her sisters lap and into hers. At this Mal scrambled to her feet and ran into Y/n who had her arms open waiting for her. "Your here" Mal cried out into her shoulder as she clutched onto her for dear life, "your really here".

Y/n had never felt more complete in her life as she wrapped her arms around the girl she so desperately loved, "I'm here Love. I'm home". Hearing this Mal pulled back and kissed Y/n harder than she ever had before. In any other moment they would have been mindful that they were in a room filled with the family and friends but all that mattered in that moment was each other. After being away from each other for just over a year, all they cared about was that they were back in each others arms.

Once they separated Mal looked into Y/n's eyes as both their eyes started to water, "But how? I thought-you said you couldn't-". Mal just couldn't get the words out but Y/n chuckled, "Did you really think I wouldn't move heaven and earth to make it back to you for Christmas?" Mal laughs but as she wrapped her hand around her neck and Y/n held her face in her hands she flinched lightly, "Why are you so cold?"

Y/n looked a bit sheepish as she gave her a small smile and her cheeks flushed but Mal could tell whether it was from the cold or her question, "Well I was in a rush and I didn't get time to change. And then we got stuck in traffic and then the taxi broke down. So I kinda ended up running here".

Mal pulled back a bit shocked, "You ran here? Babe it's snowing outside!" "Oh trust me I know" Y/n laughed making her girlfriend shake her head at her in disbelief. "Beside" Y/n grinned, "it's not the first time I ran through a snow storm to tell you I loved you". Mal smiles at the memory of how when they first said that special 4 letter word with Y/n almost killing herself in the process as she ran through a snowstorm to Mal's house to tell her before Mal could even get a blanket around her to warm her up.

"Your so stupid" Mal mumbles as she brushes from snow out of Y/n's hair. But that doesn't stop the massive face splitting smile from spreading across Y/n's face, "I love you too". Mal smiles as she presses another kiss to her girlfriend's lips, "I love you more than anything in the world".

Mal took her girlfriend's hand and dragged her towards their friends and family, "Cmon let's get you warmed up". But they didn't make it far before something collided with Y/n's legs, "Y/n!" Y/n smiles as she picked up the small girl in her arms, "Hey Marls". The small girl tucked herself into the crook of Y/n's neck and she wrapped her arms around her neck in a tight hug, "I missed you". Y/n just kissed her head and hugged her back gently, "I missed you too Marley". "Not as much as me" Mal said quietly leaning into the medic's side causing her to wrap her arm around the soccer player.

After greeting her family and friends from her long time abroad she found her place right beside Mal as they resumed opening Mal's presents. The two were making sure that they were always touching in some sort of way as Marley help the two open Mal's presents. Once Mal opened her last present Y/n gave her a small smile, "I'm sorry I don't have a present for you..." But Mal simple shakes her head intertwining their fingers, "The greatest gift I could ever receive is having you home for Christmas".

Y/n smile brightly, "Well that's good because..." Mal frowns as Y/n detaches theirs and stands up in front of her for a second. But that all changes when Y/n bends onto her knee.

There was a pin drop silence as everyone watched in awe as Y/n pulled out a small box smiling at the forward who's eyes started to water once more with her hand clasped tightly in front of her mouth.

"Mallory Pugh" she starts, "you have been an essential part of my life since I was 6 years old. I couldn't possibly imagine my life without you there. Through the highs and lows, through the best and worst of times we have been there for each other. And the thought of not being home for Christmas with you made me realize something". She takes a deep breath as she sees tears stream down Mal's face, "I don't ever want to worry about missing another Christmas with you. I want to be home for every Christmas for the rest of our lives. I want to be there cheering you on at every match. I want to be the one you come home to and argue about with one of us do the dishes". Everyone laughs while Mal snorts remembering all the playfully arguements they have over who's turn it is to do the dishes only to end up doing them together in the end.

"I want to start a family with you. I want to give you all the things I promised you if you'll let me. So..". She opened the small box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring, "Will you, Mallory Diane Pugh, make me the happiest person alive and marry me?"

Mal doesn't even say anything and instead flings herself into Y/n's arms. The force of which sends the two of them toppling to the ground. But Y/n barely had anytime to recover as Mal smashed her lips against hers. They were vaguely aware that everyone else was cheering like mad for the young couple. When Mal finally broke the kiss, the two of them gasping for air, Mal nods frantically, "Yes. Yes! I will marry you". Y/n smiled before bringing her into another kiss.

As Y/n lifted them up off the ground they were immediately swarmed by their family. "It's about time!" Horace laughs as he hugs Y/n. Mal's eyes widen, "You knew?!" He shrugged sending a wink at the medic, "She's had our blessing since you were 18". Mal looked at Y/n who blushed, "I asked ages ago but I wanted to wait a little longer until we were both stable". Mal nods and interlocks their fingers kissing her cheek.

"So how long do we have you for?" Rose asked after looking at the ring perched on her friend's finger. Mal's smile falters slightly as she looks to her now fiancée. But Y/n smiles brightly down at her soon to be wife, "How about forever?"

Now this catches everyone's attention

"What?" Mal breathes out. Y/n smiles, "As of today I have been honourably discharged from service". Mal jumps up again wrapping her arms and legs around her, "Your staying?" Y/n nods kissing Mal's temple, "Forever Love. I'm staying forever".

Once again everyone smiles the young couple as Vlatko smiles, "I guess now is a good time to introduce our teams new addition to the medical staff". Everyone turns to Y/n who smiles. All the youngsters plus Kelley jump on top of Y/n and start cheering. "I'll also be taking over diets and fitness training alongside Dawn so I don't know if you'll be cheering for much longer" Y/n laughs.

Once everything gets back on track, Mal takes residences in Y/n's lap as they move onto Tobin's gifts. "I love you so much Superstar" Y/n whispers in Mal's ear as Tobin unwraps a new skateboard from Ash. "I love you too Hero" she whispers back. Y/n presses a kiss to Mal's shoulder as she wraps her arms around the smaller girls waist. This had to have been the happiest moment of their life so far. Nothing could top this not even winning a World Cup. But what did you expect.

They both loved each other more than they love Christmas

Hey guys!!! First off Merry Christmas or happy holidays!!! (Whichever). I wrote this a few days ago in the build up to Christmas and I hoped you enjoyed it. Christmas has always been a special time for me so I hope this brought you a little joy whether you celebrate the holiday or not. Even though it's been quite strange this year I hope you enjoy the day and get to spend it with the people you love. Anyways I hope you enjoyed. Once again Merry Christmas and until next time, bye!!!

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silverlightqueen · 4 years

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Blood Lust

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

vampire!hyunjin x human!reader - smutty smut smut lmao, fluff, a little bit of angst ig, fwb type vibe except the benefits include Hyunjin feeding on y/n lol

Word Count: 10.4k+ (I got carried away, I’m sorry lmao)

Summary - Having a part time job whilst at university is standard, right? Babysitting, bartending, retail, hospitality? Well, y/n’s job is a little… different. Or maybe a lot different. Depends on whether you find being a hot vampire’s personal blood bag weird or not.

Warnings: biting, blood, blood consumption, unrequited love, possessiveness, toxicity in a not-relationship, unprotected sex, intercourse, rough sex and softish sex, softdom!hyunjin x sub!reader, very brief sub!hyunjin, very explicit dirty talk, asphyxiation, slight body worship, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), hair pulling, teasing, mouth fucking, begging, praise, hickeys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, lots of soft aftercare, sexual and non-sexual nudity, I think that’s it but please let me know if you notice that I missed something!

a/n: and here is the fourth (and my favourite) instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I had so much fun writing this absolute filth and I hope you guys enjoy reading it! thank you @silverlightprincess for proofreading, I love you! please be sure to check out the previous parts and keep an eye out for the next parts x

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‘Took you long enough,’ Hyunjin says when I answer the door, and I give him an apologetic smile, making my eyes wide the way he can never resist, and I can see him fighting to keep the smile off his face. ‘Sorry. I was just… doing something,’ I say as I move aside to let him in, and he raises an eyebrow, slipping off his shoes. ‘Doing what?’ he asks, suspicious, and I avoid his gaze, locking the door after him. ‘I… um-’ ‘Let me guess. You forgot to have your iron supplements and remembered when I knocked on the door?’ he asks dryly, and I give him a weak smile, making him let out an annoyed huff.

‘y/n, I’m hungry. It’s been over a week,’ he complains, and I roll my eyes, trying to hide how endeared I always get at his complaining – he might be a big bad vampire to his clan, but he’s just a whiny little baby when he’s with me. ‘I’m sorry, Jinnie. It’s hard to remember, because I never used to take them,’ I say in my softest voice, knowing he won’t stay annoyed at me, and he just sighs, heading into the living room of my apartment. ‘And you used to wonder why you fainted all the time,’ he says exasperatedly, throwing himself down on my sofa.

When I first started at university, I was – to put it simply – broke as hell. My student loan funded my school supplies and my travel costs, and the money I earned working at my uncle’s restaurant paid for my driving lessons. I had no spare income to spend on anything else – I was still living with my parents, so I wasn’t homeless or hungry or anything. But I had no money for clothes, or nights out, or… anything other than the basic necessities.

When it got to the start of second year, and my uncle had to close his restaurant because he was getting a few customers a night if he was lucky (at every family gathering, he gets drunk and rambles about how Uber Eats murdered his business), I was desperate; I couldn’t pay for my driving lessons anymore, and I was having to buy a lot more supplies for school. One of my friends, Yeji, knew that I was struggling with money, and decided to confide in me about an arrangement she had with a friend of hers.

Her friend, Chan, was the leader of a vampire clan, she’d told me, and she was his blood donor. They’d meet a couple times a week, and he’d feed on her and pay her for it. I was fascinated – I knew vampires existed, but I never knew one personally, or knew anyone that knew one either, so to hear about Yeji’s arrangement astounded me. According to Yeji, vampires tend to drink from blood bags rather than from humans these days, but they still prefer blood from the source. So when Chan had offhandedly mentioned to Yeji that he was looking for a blood donor, she asked how much he was willing to pay. When she heard, she instantly offered to be his donor, knowing that that much money per feed would fund the rest of her university life after just a couple weeks.

I’d had so many questions for her. When I asked if it hurt, she told me the initial puncture felt a little like an injection, and then after that, she wouldn’t really feel anything other than it being a little uncomfortable to hold her neck at such an awkward angle. It would leave her feeling drowsy and weak, but Chan would feed her a little of his blood, just to strengthen her, and she would feel back to herself within no time. The two little scars on her neck would take a while to fade, but she said they were easy enough to cover up with makeup. I’d heard that being fed on was pleasurable, and almost sexual, but when I mentioned that to Yeji, she grimaced and said that it wasn’t at all like that. For her and Chan, it was a business transaction between good friends, and nothing more.

I was intrigued, to say the least, and I’d gone home that night thinking about the possibility of becoming a blood donor to a vampire. The next day, Yeji had run up to me excitedly, to tell me that one of Chan’s clan members was looking for a donor. Only a week later, I was waiting to meet him at a coffee shop, as though it was a blind date. I felt so nervous, worried that he’d take one look at me and walk straight back out. But the second he walked in and his eyes met mine, my heart stopped.

He was adorable, painfully so – with his soft brown hair falling over his cute glasses, and his light academia boyfriend aesthetic. He looked around my own age, but Yeji had told me that he was, in fact, 318 years old at the time (we celebrated his 320th birthday just a few months ago). He sat down with a shy smile, and I was lost for words. He had none of the pale skin or brooding moody looks or all black outfits – he was quite tanned with a friendly face and dressed in soft neutrals. I couldn’t believe that this harmless looking soft boy was a blood-sucking vampire. There was no way.

He bought us a coffee each, and bought me a caramel shortbread because, he told me shyly, it looked as sweet as me. We spoke for hours, our conversation quickly changing from generic and awkward, to comfortable and deep. I explained how difficult it was to fund life at university without putting pressure on my low-income parents to support me, and he explained his life as a vampire. We left the coffee shop at closing time, Hyunjin insisting on walking me home, and we parted with the decision that I would become his blood donor.

We met again, only a week later, with the same shy smiles and slightly awkward conversation. This time, I’d gone to the house that he shared with some of the clan members, but nobody else was at home. It was just us. We’d slowly worked up to it, and when Hyunjin was stood before me, neck bent so that his mouth brushed against the skin of my throat, I felt relaxed and prepared due to his gentle comforting and support. I tried my hardest not to tense when I felt his fangs puncture my skin, wincing a little at the sharp pain, but before I had time to get used to the feeling of someone drinking my blood, Hyunjin had pulled away, coughing up all my blood over his hoodie.

‘What’s the matter? Are you okay?’ I’d asked, and Hyunjin had wiped at his mouth, face twisted in disgust. ‘y/n, I’m really sorry, but your blood is… gross,’ he’d said bluntly, still coughing between each word. This had hurt more than you’d expect – somehow, it’s not a nice feeling to hear that a vampire finds your blood disgusting enough to cough it all back up. ‘Oh. I’m really sorry,’ I’d said, feeling humiliated, and Hyunjin had waved his hand in the air, swigging down some water. ‘No, don’t apologise. I just… I was just surprised. Do you not know you’re anaemic?’ he’d asked, and I’d blinked at him in surprise. ‘Anaemic?’ I’d echoed, and he’d nodded, an amused smile playing at his lips. ‘Your blood has, like, no iron in it. Drinking your blood was like… drinking bitter coffee. Just how you’d add milk and sugar to coffee, your blood needs iron.’

He’d left me in his room whilst he went to get me some iron supplements, and I’d eaten two of the gummy vitamins when he’d handed them to me. We’d waited for half an hour, and then we’d tried it again, sat on his bed this time. His fangs slid into the two little holes they’d made earlier, not as painful this time around, and he didn’t pull away this time either, instead pulling me closer with his strong arms. It was a weird sensation, not a… nasty one, but just weird. With each hungry gulp he took, I’d felt myself getting drowsier and drowsier, head becoming light, and my eyes slid shut after around thirty seconds.

I’d felt Hyunjin pull away only a few moments after that, and he’d shook me lightly, just to keep me awake. ‘Let me feed you some of my blood,’ he’d murmured gently, lifting his wrist to his mouth and piercing the skin. He’d held his wrist to my mouth then, and I’d gently sucked at his skin, tasting the metallic tang of his blood on my tongue. Seconds later, I felt wide awake, like nothing had happened at all.

For the next year, I went to his house twice a week for a few hours at a time. We’d usually watch a film or play a video game or just sit on our phones together in his room, when he wasn’t drinking my blood, of course. It didn’t take me long to realise he wasn’t exactly the shy soft boy I met that first day. Don’t get me wrong – he was still a little quiet sometimes, awkward and clumsy, a total scaredy cat, and he’d be shy around new people. But after a few weeks, once he was much more comfortable around me, different elements of his personality came out too. He was flirty and bratty and sassy and he could be a total whore – he loved his loose comfy clothes, but he also loved his tighter-than-skin jeans and slightly see-through shirts, leather and silk and expensive cotton blends, in black and navy tones. But he was also sensitive and emotional, thoughtful and sweet. It was soon obvious to me that he was multi-dimensional as a person, complex with so many levels, and I’d wanted nothing more than to get to know them all.

I met the majority of his clan members over that time, and they were all just as nice as Hyunjin. I spent a lot of time with them, because Yeji and our friends were friends with them too. We went to parties together, had a lot of movie nights or ordered takeout together at their clan house, meaning I spent more time with Hyunjin than I did with anyone else, which did nothing for my hopeless crush on him. But I didn’t mind that my attraction to him wasn’t reciprocated because we were slowly becoming best friends.

He was always so careful with me, so gentle, like I was an antique vase or a fine china teacup. He’d hold me close to him with a firm grip, and he’d take slow and steady gulps, never making more than two punctures in my skin when he fed on me. He would never have us sitting in one position for too long or feed on me for more than two minutes at a time – when he was particularly hungry, he’d feed on me three or four times in one sitting, but only for two minutes at a time. When he’d pull away, there was never any blood around his mouth like you see in the films, and no blood staining my neck either. He was clean and careful, always cautious of hurting me, and I was so grateful for that. Sometimes I’d run into Yeji at the house, after Chan had fed on her, and every now and then, she’d have blood all over her neck and shoulder or her clothes and hair would be a mess from Chan losing his composure and being a little rougher with her than usual. I would thank God each time, so lucky that Hyunjin treated me like a fragile doll.

After a year, I’d made enough money from being his donor – or, as Jisung loved to call me, Hyunjin’s personal blood bag – that I could put a deposit down on an apartment. I’d told my parents that I was working as an assistant at an accountancy firm when I didn’t have any lectures or seminars at university, which is why I was making so much money, and that Hyunjin was the only co-worker my own age, which is why I was with him so much. I moved into an apartment block around ten minutes from the clan house, on the same floor as Chaeryeong, and Hyunjin helped me move in. A couple of the other clan boys chipped in too so that, and I quote, ‘you have to let us stay with you when we want a break from the clan’.

Only a month after living at the apartment, I’d woken up in the middle of the night to someone hammering at the door. I’d jumped out of bed, dressed in just a little vest and satin shorts, arms and legs bare, stepping into my slippers as I rushed to the door. I’d had my phone in my hand and had typed in the number for the emergency services, ready to phone them if this was someone trying to rob me, and I’d opened the door carefully. Before I could even process what was going on, Hyunjin had burst in and thrown himself at me, pulling me into his arms and burying his head in my neck, my legs instinctually wrapping around his waist to keep myself steady.

‘Jin, are you oka-’ ‘I’m really fucking drunk, and all I could think about was you, and how hot you are, and how fucking amazing your blood is, and how much I wanna drain you dry, so I ditched the boys because I missed you too fucking much,’ he’d growled in my ear, making my eyes widen in shock and my underwear dampen embarrassingly quickly. He’d chuckled, taking a deep breath, before whispering, ‘judging by the sweet smell coming from your pussy, doll, I think you like the sound of that too.’

He’d kicked the door shut behind him and, with his vamp speed, we were in my bedroom only a few moments later, the vampire boy dropping me onto the bed and climbing over me instantly. ‘Listen, y/n, I’m not exaggerating when I say that I’m really, really drunk. Like… I’m wasted,’ he’d murmured into the skin of my neck, hands roughly trailing up and down the sides of my body. ‘I can tell,’ I’d replied breathlessly, hands tangled into his soft black locks, fluffy and messy around his forehead. ‘Which means… I’m not gonna be able to hold back. I probably won’t be gentle like I always am, because that always takes a lot of self-control, which I don’t… really have at the moment. So if you need me to stop, say… werewolf,’ he’d said against my skin, saying the last word with disdain. The werewolves and vampires had always had a long-standing rivalry, and he was obviously aware that the word would pull him out of any desire-filled reverie.

He hadn’t even given me a moment to reply before he’d sunk his teeth into my neck, rough and harsh, and I’d let out a gasp into his ear, his hands gripping onto my waist. He’d sucked at my neck, drinking my blood desperately, and I could feel it dripping down my shoulder and chest. And usually, when I wouldn’t be able to feel anything because of how gentle he was, all I could feel was pleasure, pure hot pleasure flooding through my veins. It was heavenly, and I’d let out little moans and whimpers into his ear, making him even more desperate, with my hands on his back, nails digging in through his thin white shirt.

It wasn’t long before his big veiny hands were wandering eagerly around my body, one palming at my breast and rolling the hard nipple between his fingertips, the other slipping under my shorts and pressing against my clothed core, my wetness having seeped through my underwear. He’d moved away from my neck and looked down at me with ruby red eyes, his jet black hair a sweaty mess and my blood dripping down his chin in harsh red lines. ‘Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking hot. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,’ he’d growled, his pointed fangs on full display, making my chest tighten with desire. ‘Can I fuck you, doll? I need you so fucking bad right now,’ he’d asked lowly, hands both stilling against my body, and I’d instantly replied, ‘yes, Hyunjin, please.’

Now, another year later, it’s pretty common that we fuck when he feeds on me. I found out that it was so difficult for him to feed on me as gently as he used to, desperate to just throw me against a wall and drain me of every drop. But when I’d look at him nervously with my ‘big innocent eyes’, he knew he couldn’t hurt me. But that night, we’d found out that messy and rough feeding just felt… so much better. We’d also found out a lot of other things since that night; Hyunjin loves biting me in places other than my neck – my boobs and the insides of my thighs are his personal favourites – and I love it when he’s fucking me and bites me just as I’m about to cum – it heightens the pleasure a thousand times, making me see white and scream his name out like it’s being torn from my throat.

But, to my slight disappointment, sex is all it is. We’re like friends with benefits, but the benefits include feeding on me as well as sex. A lot of other things have changed though. Hyunjin practically lives at the apartment now – he sleeps here 4 or 5 nights a week. It’s like we share the apartment; he’s got as many of his belongings here as I do. I don’t mind it, though. He is pretty much my best friend, so spending time together is enjoyable, even if it means I’m falling more and more for him. Hyunjin’s paid me enough over the past couple years for me to be able to do my master’s degree, and I also managed to get a part time job at the coffee shop where Hyunjin and I first met, so it doesn’t feel like I’m solely relying on the money he gives me (it’s enough to fund me, but I don’t want him to think I’m like his little blood bag and nothing more – I basically am but we won’t talk about that).

This last week, though, I went away with the girls for a little last minute break to Rome (we’d planned to go for two weeks but then we would’ve missed Jackson’s Halloween party in a few days, and it’s already being called the party of the year, so we decided to just go for a week), and so he’s had to drink from blood bags whilst I was gone. He was sending me all these sad snapchats of him pouting with a straw in his mouth, wishing he was drinking from me instead – I think he wanted me to react to it with pity, but instead it was just turning me on. I landed back a couple hours ago, and I forgot to have my iron supplement vitamins when I arrived at the apartment, so he’s right – I had them when he knocked on the door.

I look down at him, sprawled out on his side of the sofa, his black locks a stark contrast against the grey cushions. He looks like such a boyfriend, dressed in a thin white t-shirt and a pair of grey joggers, white socks on his feet, glasses on his face and a silver chain around his neck. He looks up at me with a small grin on his face, eyes scanning my body. ‘You look hot, doll,’ he smirks, and I feel my cheeks heating up. I’m only in comfy travel clothes but he’s looking at me like I’m dressed up to the nines. ‘Thank you, Jin,’ I reply, sitting down beside him and letting him pull my legs across his lap.

‘I’m being serious. You look all glowy. And you’ve tanned a little. Did you have fun?’ he asks, hands skimming up and down my legs. ‘I loved it, Jin. We should go together. Everything was so beautiful. The sights are amazing, the weather is gorgeous, the food is delicious, the people are so lovely. The vibes there are just perfect. You’d love it,’ I tell him, and he just watches me as I speak, a small smile on his plump lips. ‘You’ll have to take me one day, angel,’ he murmurs, and I nod, unable to keep the shy smile from my face.

‘I saw on Ryujin’s story,’ he begins, and I knew this was coming, my heart sinking a little as he continues, ‘that you guys made friends with the people staying in the hotel room next to you. What were they like?’ ‘They were nice. We didn’t actually speak to them ‘til the fourth day, then we had dinner and drinks together on the fifth day, went sightseeing together on the sixth, and shopping together on the seventh. But, yeah, they were okay. They were a bit too… boisterous and noisy for my liking, but the girls got on with them, so I didn’t mind spending time with them,’ I explain honestly, and he just nods, looking like he still has more questions. ‘How many of them were there?’ ‘There were eight boys, and four of them brought their girlfriends. I got along better with their girlfriends than them, to be honest,’ I say lightly, Hyunjin just looking at me unreadably. ‘So you spent a few days in Rome with four single guys?’ he asks, voice tight, and I let out a gentle sigh.

‘Jin, do-’ ‘Answer the question, y/n.’ ‘Yes, we did. Is that a problem, Jin?’ ‘No, y/n, it’s not. Or, at least, it wouldn’t be, if you weren’t covered in a scent that isn’t yours,’ he says evenly, and my eyes widen. ‘I’m covered in someone else’s scent? Well… it must be Yuna’s, because we shared a bed. Or Lia’s – I wore her hoodie on the flight ba-’ ‘No, y/n. I’ve spent enough time with Yuna and Lia to know what they smell like. That’s not the scent on you. You smell like a human boy. So stop lying and tell me why,’ he says, voice tight, and I sigh. ‘Jin, I’m not lying. I didn’t, like, sleep with any of them, if that’s what you’re worried about.’ ‘Then why do you smell like a human boy?’ he asks slowly, obviously trying to keep his composure, and I take a deep breath.

‘I was sat next to one of them on the flight back, and he fell asleep. His head fell on my shoulder a couple times, and I felt bad to wake him up, so I just le-’ ‘You just what, y/n? You let a random human boy sleep on you? Get his scent all over you?’ he demands, hands tightening on my legs and veins protruding from beneath his honey skin. ‘Are you being serious right now, Jin?’ ‘Yes, I am. You can’t just let random human boys get their scent all over you.’ ‘And why not?’ I demand, voice shaky with anger as I take my legs off his lap, and he glares at me. ‘Because I pay you a lot of money to feed on you, and I don’t want anyone else getting near what’s mine,’ he growls, butterflies exploding in my stomach when his eyes glow red.

‘But I’m not yours, Jin. You pay me to feed on me. That’s all. There was no agreement that I would stay away from any other boy!’ I exclaim, shocked at how ridiculous he’s being and trying to ignore how much my body is aching for him, and he scoffs. ‘You don’t need any other boy. I give you all the companionship you need, I fund you so you buy anything you want, and I keep you satisfied. That’s all you need,’ he says simply, and my mouth falls open slightly. ‘What if I wanted a boyfriend? An actual relationship with a boy who loves me?’ I ask, giving him a chance to say what I so want him to say, and his eyes flash momentarily before he says, ‘you don’t want a relationship.’ ‘What if I did?’ ‘We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. But, for now, you’re mine, y/n, and you know it. I don’t want you getting any other boys’ scents on you again, understood?’ he asks, and I just stare at him in shock, unable to believe how unreasonably he’s behaving.

He gives me a few seconds to reply and when I don’t, he moves so quickly I don’t even realise what’s happened until he’s hovering over me, my back pressing into the sofa, and his hand is pressed to my throat tightly. ‘I asked you if you understand,’ he says lowly, eyes glowing red and fangs glinting in the mellow light of the lamp, threateningly sharp. ‘No, Jin, I don’t. I don’t understand why I should have to stay away from other boys,’ I whisper, heart nearly beating out of my chest, and he lets out a harsh scoff. ‘Because you don’t need them. You only need me,’ he growls, tightening his grip on my throat, and I let out a little gasp of surprise, already feeling a slight dizziness in my head.

‘You only want me, too,’ he whispers, ducking his head so that his soft lips move against the skin over my collarbones, releasing my throat and moving his hand to hold my waist instead. ‘You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know how much you want me, doll? You forget how well I know you, much better than you can ever know yourself. I can sense your every thought, your every feeling – I can smell it on you. The way the serotonin rolls off you in waves when you look at me, the way you drip with dopamine when we touch, the way I feel like I’m drunk on your endorphins whenever I’m around. My presence makes you want me, angel, and we both know it,’ he murmurs softly between gentle kisses, fluffy hair tickling against my cheek, and all I can feel, more with each word, is complete and utter humiliation. Never once has he – or any of the other vampires I see on a daily basis – told me that they can do that – can sense humans’ emotions.

He lets out a gentle chuckle, pushing himself up on one forearm to look down at me with a half-smirk. ‘Don’t be embarrassed, doll. I love it – I really fucking love it – that you want me as much as I want you. As much as I’ve always wanted you, since the first moment I set eyes on you. It consumes me, angel, how much I want you,’ he admits, not looking me in the eyes as his hand slowly makes its way up from my waist to brush my hair back from my face, and the butterflies in my stomach are unbearable. ‘How much do you want me?’ I ask without thinking, the words coming out as a whisper, and his eyes flit up to meet mine, both of us silent as I wait for him to speak, hoping to God he’s going to say he wants me just as much as I want him – more than just sexually. ‘More than you can ever know, princess,’ he murmurs, sparkly brown eyes locking with mine, and my heart jumps at the nickname he so rarely calls me – I’m doll every day, angel when he’s in the mood, but I’m only princess every now and then, when his eyes sparkle the way they are now, like he’s looking at the universe and it’s reflected back in those beautiful brown eyes.

‘Let me… let me show you?’ he whispers, the words coming out slightly questioning, and I can’t help the small smile that spreads across my lips, despite not hearing quite what I wanted to. I slide my hand around the back of his neck, fingers pressing into his soft skin as I pull him down to me, eyes sliding shut as his lips meet mine. I never used to understand the hype over kissing. I never had any of the fireworks, the passion, the clashing tongues and teeth like you read in books and see in films. I only ever kissed one boy, once, and it was quite awkward – he practically tried to suck off my face from the get-go, his hands clamped on my shoulders. But Hyunjin, god, is he good at kissing? I could kiss him for the rest of my life, with his soft plump lips and his hands trailing all over my body.

He barely waits a second before parting my lips with his, tongue sliding into my mouth without a moment of hesitation and his big hand pressing against my waist. I tangle my hands into his hair, soft locks sliding between my fingers, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me, as close as physically possible. Before I even have a chance to start feeling uncomfortable, I feel a rush a movement, and not even a few seconds later, I’m on my bed beneath him, our lips still pressed together.

He turns us over, my body laid on top of his, and I forget momentarily that my weight atop him is nothing in comparison to the kind of weight he can carry. I practically melt into him, my body melding into the curves and contours of his body, fitting us together like puzzle pieces. He slides his hands into my hair, the feeling of his fingers against my scalp making me let out a soft whine. ‘You’re fucking perfect, doll,’ he groans against my lips, my entire body tingling as our mouths move in sync, slow and passionate, not nearly as rushed and desperate as usual. His touches are gentle, careful and tender, where he usually holds me in a bruisingly tight grip, rough and possessive.

I slide my hands under his t-shirt tentatively, and he doesn’t even hesitate to sit up, breaking away from me momentarily as I pull the top over his head, throwing it over my shoulder as he reattaches his lips to mine. I slide my hands over his torso, fingers roaming over the ridges of his hard abs, his skin radiating heat. Vampires might have no circulation but the rumour about them being freezing cold all the time is false – their body temperature automatically regulates to the temperature around them, meaning he’s just as hot as I am right now.

His hands slide under my shirt, and we break apart again for him to pull it over my head, instantly leaning down to suck at the exposed skin of my breasts as he cups them, big hands covering them completely. I let out gentle whines, head falling back, and one of his hands comes to rest at the base of my exposed throat, asserting his dominance – I might be on top of him right now, but we both know who’s in charge here.

He doesn’t wait long before turning us over, kissing me for a few more moments before he climbs off me, standing at the foot of the bed. He gently grabs my ankles, pulling me down the bed, and I let out a gentle giggle, a smile on his face at the sound. He pulls off my socks, momentarily tickling the underside of one foot, and a startled laugh is forced out of me as I kick at his hand to make him stop. He reaches for the drawstring of my joggers with a grin, tugging it open deftly and pulling them down my legs swiftly.

My black underwear isn’t anything special, just a plain cotton bra and my high-waisted comfy granny pants, but his eyes trawl over my body like I’m in the finest lingerie, the bulge in his joggers becoming a little more noticeable, making my mouth water embarrassingly quickly – I could live on my knees for Hyunjin if that’s what he wanted me to do. His eyes meet mine, a small smirk on his lips as he drops to his knees, pulling me further down the bed so that my legs are slung over his broad shoulders, heels resting against his strong back.

His hands grab at my pants, ripping them away from my body effortlessly, reminding me again of just how strong he is – he could literally crush my neck without a single hair of his moving out of place. He spreads my legs further, eyes locked onto my core, and he lets out a gentle groan. ‘Fuck, so wet for me, angel,’ he murmurs, running a finger over my slit, a desperate whimper falling from my lips. ‘I don’t need prepping – just want you, Jin,’ I murmur, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. ‘That’s the spirit, doll, but I don’t wanna rip you in half. We’ll see how well you take my fingers first,’ he says amusedly, not giving me a second to reply before he plunges a finger into me.

I gasp loudly, but the pleasure disappears with his finger which he lifts to his lips, eyes locked with mine as he licks his finger clean of my essence. His eyes flutter shut momentarily as he lets out a low moan, my pussy flooding at the sound. ‘You taste amazing, so fucking sweet. This pussy was made for me to eat, wasn’t it, angel?’ he asks, and when I take a second to reply, he raises an eyebrow, prompting me. ‘Yes, Jin, only for you,’ I reply hastily, and a satisfied smile spreads across his lips.

His finger slips between my folds again, and he doesn’t give me a second to react before he adds another, trying to work me open a little. ‘You’re so tight, doll. And you said you didn’t need prepping,’ he laughs, curling his long fingers inside me, making me clench around him. He slowly pumps in and out of me, rocking his hand against me gently, and I let out moan after moan at this completely foreign feeling. He’s always so quick, so desperate to have me fall apart on his hand as fast as I could, but this? This is different, this is slow, heavenly, like he wants me to enjoy this blissful feeling.

He adds another finger, just about fitting inside me, and I throw my head back against the bed, back arching up as I let out a loud moan of his name. ‘Fuck, angel, you’re killing me. Love your pretty moans,’ I hear him murmur, his voice just about breaking through the pleasure that rolls over me like waves crashing, and his thumb appears at my clit, rubbing slow circles that make me whimper desperately. I look down at him, stomach turning when I realise he’s been watching me, eyes studying my face for my reactions as his fingers work their magic, and I can barely maintain his eye contact, hearing him chuckle when my head falls back, mouth falling open in a moan.

His fingers disappear from inside me after a few minutes, giving me a momentary reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure as he moves closer to me, warm breath fanning out over my core. ‘Oh, god,’ I moan out when he licks a long stripe up my slit without warning. My hands instantly reach down to tangle into his hair, tugging at the locks as he sucks at my clit with his plump lips, making my toes curl. He flicks his tongue over my folds, whimpers spilling from my lips as I squirm, and Hyunjin puts one arm over my waist, pressing down to hold me in place.

He pokes his tongue between my folds, gently pushing into my core, and my mouth falls open into a silent scream when he begins to slowly rub at my clit with his thumb, my legs slamming into his back and pulling him even closer, as close as possible, his head completely buried between my legs. Wet and obscene slurping sounds drown out my desperate moans, and Hyunjin begins to let out grunts and groans against me, lapping at me like a man possessed.

I feel myself getting closer, the knot in my stomach tightening as Hyunjin sucks at my clit, pushing two fingers into me and pumping them at a mind-numbing pace. ‘Gonna cum for me, angel?’ he hums against me, and I can’t even muster up the sanity to reply, just moaning out his name, and he lets out a low chuckle before flicking his tongue over my sensitive bud, fingers curling against the spongy spot inside me. I tense up completely, head pressed back into the bed as I call out his name in a moan, releasing all over his hand and tongue. He works me through my orgasm, gently rocking his hand against me as he laps at my folds. ‘God, you taste amazing,’ he murmurs once I’ve come down from my high, licking the last bit of my release from his fingers, and it takes all my effort to lock my eyes with his as he does so, his lips quirking up into a smirk.

And then he lifts his wrist to his mouth, and I know what’s coming, stomach turning with excitement as he bites down into the skin. When he pulls his wrist away from his mouth, I push myself up onto my hands shakily, leaning forward to his wrist that he holds out to me, blood blooming from the smallest little wounds in his skin. I hold his arm to my mouth, sucking at the dots of blood, the metallic taste exploding on my tongue, and not a second after swallowing it down, I feel my energy coming back, regaining my strength quickly.

He pulls his arm away after a few seconds, his focus returning to between my legs, but when he lowers his head, his lips land on my inner thigh rather than my pussy, and I brace myself for the initial sting. His sharp fangs puncture into my soft thigh, the smallest sharp pain making me wince, but it quickly disappears when he hungrily gulps down my blood, messy and desperate. He lets out groans against my thigh, my blood dripping down my skin as he drinks me like a man starved, and I can already feel myself weakening, the pleasure making my head light and dizzy. He lifts his arm up again after a few moments, the two tiny puncture wounds still bleeding, and I lick it up, the weakness disappearing instantly.

He pulls away after around a minute, my blood dripping down his chin in two lines from the corners of his mouth, as though he’s greedily taken more of me into his mouth than he could handle, and he smirks at me as I wipe it up, putting my now bloodstained finger to his lips. He licks my finger in one swift motion, eyes closing as he savours the taste. ‘It’s not fair, angel. You shouldn’t have such a sweet pussy and delicious blood. You’ve got the whole package,’ he murmurs lightly, making me laugh as he rises from his knees, a small smile playing at his lips.

He looks down at me, dark eyes flitting over my body, and I feel conscious under his intimidating gaze. He seems to sense that I want to curl in on myself, shield my body from his view, and he gives me a soft smile. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n, and you don’t even know it. You’re heavenly, angel,’ he murmurs softly, holding out a hand to me, and I take it, letting him pull me up from the bed and into his arms. He holds me so tenderly, so gently, that I can’t help but bury my head into his chest, his soft and floral scent flooding my senses.

‘Gonna let me fuck you, angel?’ he asks, voice low, and I take a step back from him, a small smile on my face. ‘Wanna suck your dick first,’ I reply, his eyes darkening instantly, and I can’t help the grin on my face when he groans, ‘you’re one of a fucking kind.’ I take his hand into mine, pulling him around to the side of the bed. I kneel on the bed, hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and once I’m comfortable, I pull the drawstring on his joggers open, slipping my hands under to push them halfway down his thighs. He’s wearing a pair of plain black boxers, his bulge straining against the material, but I don’t pull them down just yet, instead moving my attention to his torso.

He’s so perfect, sculpted by the Gods, and I can’t help but admire his body every time I see it, hands running up his stomach and chest, and over his big shoulders. I bring my lips up to his collarbone, kissing and sucking to leave a mark, threading my hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. He waits patiently, hands on my waist, lips letting out gentle sighs every now and then, and I can’t help but respect his self-control. He’s always so patient, putting me before himself, and I can’t even imagine how difficult it must be for him.

I take pity on him after a little while, moving from his neck and looking up at him with a small smile as my hands trail down to his underwear. I slip my hands beneath the waistband, pulling his boxers down just enough for his hard length to spring up against his stomach, Hyunjin letting out a gentle hiss. He’s so long with a perfect curve (he has the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen), and his head is painfully swollen and red, the tip leaking with milky white precum. My mouth waters at the sight.

I lean down and press a kiss to the tip, tongue sliding out to taste some of his precum, and he lets out a shaky breath. I spread his wetness down his length with one hand, his hands coming to tangle into my hair. I place my tongue at the base, licking up to the tip against the vein on the underside of his cock, and he tenses as I do so, gripping my hair tightly. I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as my hands slowly rub the rest of his length. I look up at him through my lashes as I take him further into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat, and his head falls back, a soft moan falling from his lips.

I gradually build my pace, steadily bobbing my head on him and taking him as far in as possible. ‘Such a good girl, doll,’ he groans, gentle moans falling from his lips more and more often now, and I know it isn’t going to be long before he loses all control. I’m just beginning to adjust to having him hit the back of my throat with each bob of my head when his hips start twitching, and he begins thrusting into my mouth, controlling my head movements with his hands fisted into my hair. All I can do I grab onto the backs of his thighs as he fucks my mouth, my eyes beginning to water. His tip hits the back of my throat harshly, and I gag around him loudly, making him curse as he bucks into my throat.

‘Swallow,’ he instructs, voice not nearly as gentle and soft as a few minutes ago, and I try my best to do so, my throat contracting around him in noisy gags. ‘Come on, doll, you can take me further than that,’ he says teasingly, before pulling my head forward, his cock pushing down my throat and my lips wrapped around the base of his cock, and he can barely thrust back and forth because of how tight my throat is around him, desperately gagging to push him back out. Tears stream down my face, saliva running down my chin, and my choked gags and desperate breaths mingling with his soft grunts and whispered words of comfort in the air.

I can feel him getting closer, his cock twitching in my throat, and I ready myself to feel his hot release hit the back of my throat, but he pulls me off him with a loud sigh, looking down at me with tender eyes. He wipes the saliva from my face with gentle fingers, tilting my head up to kiss away the tear tracks that stain my skin, hand stroking my hair soothingly. ‘Always so good for me, angel. Gonna let me fuck you now?’ he asks, our eyes locked together, and I nod eagerly. ‘Please, Jin, want you,’ I breathe out, throat hoarse, and he grins, pressing his lips to mine in a brief kiss.

‘Lie down for me,’ he says, and I do so, watching as he pulls his joggers and boxers down his legs and kicking them away impatiently before he joins me on the bed, hovering over me. ‘You’re still in your bra, doll. This won’t do,’ he grins, slipping a hand beneath my body to expertly unclasp my bra. I pull it off me quickly, throwing it off to the side as Hyunjin ducks his head, flicking his tongue across one nipple as he rolls the other between his fingers, toying and tugging at it gently. I let out a gentle whimper, tangling my fingers into his hair, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. ‘Want me to bite you, angel?’ he asks teasingly, and I let out a low moan as confirmation, feeling his sharp fangs slide into the soft flesh of my breast not a moment later.

I gasp loudly, pleasure flooding through my veins as he swallows down my blood hungrily, the heady haze of bliss settling over me more and more with each gulp. Whimpers and moans fall from my lips every few seconds, my hands in his hair pulling him closer and closer, one of his big hands gripping onto my waist, fingers rubbing against my skin comfortingly. He doesn’t drink a lot this time, having had more than enough from my thigh, so I don’t feel too weak, but he still feeds me a little of his blood when he’s done, making me smile up at him.

‘Are you sure you still want me to fuck you? Have you got enough energy?’ he asks softly, brushing my hair back from my face, and I nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. ‘I want it, Jinnie. I want you,’ I whisper against his lips, and I feel him grin, resting on one forearm as he rubs his head against my folds teasingly. ‘Jin… please,’ I breathe out, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and he lets out a low chuckle. ‘I like hearing you beg, doll,’ he murmurs, smile playing at his lips as he continues running his head up and down my folds, tapping the tip against my clit every few seconds, the wetness gushing from my core soaking him. ‘Please, Jin, need you to fuck me, fill me up with your cock, bite me and drain me dry, need it so bad,’ I plead pathetically, and his eyes darken at my words, the boy letting out a gentle ‘fuck’.

He sinks into me slowly, and I gasp as he inches in, enjoying the burning stretch and gripping onto his strong shoulders as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me with my ankles locked together. He lets out a low groan when he bottoms out, our bodies lined up perfectly, and he brings his hand up to my mouth, slipping two fingers past my lips. I roll my tongue around them as he gives me a moment to stop clenching around him and adjust to the stretch. He pushes his fingers a little further in, making me gag around them, and I shoot him evils, Hyunjin trying to look apologetic, but failing miserably and looking amused instead.

‘Can I- fuck, angel, you gotta stop clenching, gonna make me cum. Can I move? Doll, please, I need to move,’ he pleads, the words coming out as a low whine, and I feel a thrill in my stomach. I can’t help but feel pride at being able to make Hyunjin – someone so dominant – whiny and submissive because he’s that desperate to fuck me. I hum out permission around his fingers, and he pulls all the way out before pushing back in, slow and deep, the drag of his cock against my walls making us both moan. ‘Fuck, so tight, angel. So wet and tight. Fucking love this pussy, doll,’ he growls as he fucks into me, dark eyes locked with mine as I moan around his fingers.

‘How’d you want it, y/n? Want me to fuck you slow, doll, or so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?’ he asks in a low voice, hips stilling as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I let out a gentle whine, not quite sure what I want. ‘Anything, Jin, just need you,’ I whisper breathlessly, and he grins a cocky grin, his ego satisfied. His hand comes to the base of my throat, pads of his fingers resting against my blood vessels, and he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty, before slamming all the way back in, knocking all of the air out of me in a desperate moan, his balls slapping against my ass.

‘You were only gone a week but, fuck, I missed you so fucking much. Missed your sweet pussy and your sweet blood, angel. Couldn’t stop myself from jacking off to the thought of this tight, wet little cunt, doll,’ he growls against my ear, his hand at my throat tightening just a little, and I let out a pathetic whimper in reply, his words sending a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of me, coating his thighs and abdomen. ‘So wet, doll, gushing around me. Did you miss my cock, angel?’ he asks between thrusts, my hands tangling into his soft locks, gripping tightly. ‘Missed your cock so much, Jin. Wanted you so fucking bad while I was gone. Never wanna leave you again,’ I try to say, half of it coming out as garbled nonsense and moans, and he lets out a low groan, his thrusts becoming even harder and deeper, his silver chain brushing against my chin with each thrust.

His hand tightens even more, completely cutting off my airflow, and my head instantly starts to become light, the pleasure increasing endlessly with each second. ‘More,’ I barely manage to breathe out, and he lets out a gentle chuckle, doing as I say, fucking me so hard that the bed creaks with each thrust. ‘My dirty little girl. Can’t even handle what I’m already giving you, and you’re asking for more. You forget how strong I am. I’m gonna tear you in half as this rate, angel,’ he murmurs against my ear, hand still tight at my throat, silver rings digging into my skin, and I don’t even feel fear, like I probably should. All I can feel is pure, hot need.

He moves one of my legs from around his waist, bringing it up between us so that my ankle rests on his shoulder, the new position allowing him to go deeper, so much deeper, and his tip scrapes against the spot inside me that makes me scream. He reaches down to rub at my clit, bringing me closer to my climax, and I can feel my vision beginning to go blank when he ducks his head to suck at my neck with his plump lips. The mixed sensations of his hand at my throat, his cock filling me up perfectly, his thumb at my clit and his mouth sucking marks onto my skin makes my eyes flutter shut, the pleasure overwhelming me.

‘Look at me, angel. Wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you,’ he growls, cock dragging against my walls, and it takes all my energy to open my eyes. His jaw is clenched, sweat dripping down his face, lips swollen, eyes dark and dilated, glinting red every few seconds, his chain dangling in my face. He looks like sin incarnate. ‘Fuck, you’re so pretty. So fucking pretty,’ he groans, releasing my throat from his tight grip, and I take a deep gasping breath, not even realising how much I needed to breathe. He holds his wrist to his mouth, biting at it again and pushing it against my mouth. I lick up the small drops of blood, quickly regaining my strength, and he presses his lips to mine once I’m done, in a brief passionate and sloppy kiss.

He breaks away from me with a grin, continuing to fuck me hard and deep, swollen tip scraping against the spongy spot inside me, and I let out desperate moans and whimpers of his name, Hyunjin grunting and groaning sinfully softly as tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clench around him sporadically, knowing my high is nearing, and he knows it too, his hand slipping down to my clit and rubbing slow circles with his thumb, making me call out his name. ‘Gonna cum for me, doll?’ he asks, and I can’t even bring myself to reply, just nodding along with loud moan, and he grins, his cock still hammering into me.

‘Want you to cum for me, angel. Cum on my cock, y/n, soak it up like a good little girl. So good for me, angel, wanna feel you cum around me,’ he prompts, pushing me closer and closer, the knot in stomach becoming tighter and tighter, and I’m so close, practically there, hanging on the precipice of my high. He grins at me, his lethal fangs sliding out and his eyes glowing red before he ducks his head, biting into the soft flesh of my neck and pushing me over the edge. I scream out his name as he gulps down my blood, numbing bliss flowing through me like morphine, his cock still rocking into me and his thumb toying with my clit. My vision is completely blank, neither white nor black, just… blank, pleasure exploding within me, and I feel my consciousness slipping away until Hyunjin’s finger slips between my lips. He must have bitten it because I taste his blood on my tongue, bringing me back to this moment with him.

He breaks away from my neck when I’ve come down from my high, lips and chin covered in my blood and his eyes still flickering red as he grins, both hands digging into the mattress on either side of my head, the pace of his thrusts increasing once more, his cock slamming into me as he chases his high. I wrap my legs around his waist tightly, arms around his shoulders and nails digging into his skin, hard enough to leave marks. I try not to let the overstimulation stop me from getting him to his climax, my pussy clenching around him with sensitivity, and when I feel his cock twitching inside me, desperate moans falling from his lips and face scrunching up with desperate desire, I know he’s about to cum. I dig my heels into his back to hold him deep inside me, and his head drops down to my neck.

‘Cum in me, Jin. Wanna feel you cum in me, please. Fill me up, Jin. Cum for me, baby,’ I murmur into his ear and he does as I ask, moaning my name loudly against my neck as his entire body tenses up. He bites into me again as he releases inside me, his hot thick cum painting my insides as he slowly moves his hips against me, leisurely sucking my blood. He gently rocks into me until he’s finished and I’m completely out of breath, both of us covered in blood, sweat, tears and cum.

‘God, you’re so good for me, angel,’ he murmurs gently after pulling away from my neck, his fangs retracting before he presses kisses to the skin he’s just bitten, sucking and nipping to leave marks. I play with his hair, body still tensing with aftershocks, and he runs his hands up and down my body, caressing my sweaty skin. Every movement, every action, every featherlight touch of his is so comforting, so tender, that I feel like I can stay here with him forever, letting him worship my body so gently like this, my hands playing with his soft, fluffy locks.

But after a while, I can feel myself drifting away, and I know I can’t sleep like this – covered in various… liquids, with completely soiled sheets and a vampire practically drunk on my blood lying on top of me. ‘Jin… I gotta get up. Clean myself up before I sleep,’ I murmur, and he whines, making me smile at his bratty behaviour. ‘No, wanna stay like this,’ he mumbles against my breast, having ventured down to leave marks on the soft flesh beside my nipple. ‘We can after. Just let me have a quick shower and change the sheets,’ I say softly, and he sighs, waiting a few moments before he pulls out of me and gets up off me, standing up beside the bed.

‘Wait here a second,’ he says before heading towards the bathroom, giving me a view of his cute little ass as he goes. I lie there in silence for a couple minutes, focused on the feeling of his thick cum trickling out of me, before he reappears with a smile, making my heart stop momentarily. His hair is pasted to his forehead with sweat, the bottom half of his face is covered in blood, his lips are swollen and his eyes are lidded with the drunken tiredness of being full on blood, but he looks like the most beautiful man in the world to me.

He scoops me up into his arms, bridal style, and carries me into the bathroom, my eyes on his face the entire time, a small smile on his lips because he knows I’m watching him and admiring him. When we walk into the bathroom, my eyes flit to the bathtub, which is now full. I realise he’s drawn me a bath, my heart swelling when he gently puts me down, not letting go until my feet are firmly on the floor. ‘Go to the toilet first. Don’t want you getting a UTI,’ he says, and I let out a bratty whine, making him raise an eyebrow. ‘Toilet. Now,’ he says, and I pout, stomping to the toilet. His eyes stay locked with mine as I piss, and I let out a laugh after a few seconds – the fact that he’s stood there naked and covered in blood watching me as I wee naked and covered in blood is just so funny to my sleep deprived and jet-lagged mind – and he just rolls his eyes with an amused smile.

Once I’m done washing my hands, I practically bound to the bath eagerly, and he helps me to climb in. I sigh happily as sit in the tub, the temperature of the water perfect to cool down my burning hot skin. I lean back against the edge, my eyelids drooping with tiredness as I watch him wash his face in the sink, cleaning away all the blood. ‘What a waste,’ he murmurs as he watches the red-tinted water wash down the sinkhole, making me let out a little laugh, and he smiles softly at the sound. He climbs into the shower and I watch as he turns the dial, the glass fogging up as the water rains down over him, soaking his honey skin and his pitch black hair.

I love watching Hyunjin do anything, my eyes not leaving his face as he gently scrubs at his skin with my passionfruit-scented shower gel, but I’m so tired that, without even realising it, I fall asleep after a few minutes. Hyunjin wakes me with a tender smile, once he’s out of the shower, wearing fresh underwear and joggers, his chest bare and a towel around his neck to gather the water that drips from his dark hair. I’m too tired to even speak as he washes me, soft hands rubbing gently at my skin, cleaning away the sweat on my body, the blood stains around where he bit me, the dried release around my thighs and the echoes of tear tracks on my face. Neither of us speak the entire time, but we don’t really have to – his touches on my body say everything he wants to say, and my gaze locked onto his face says anything I want to say.

He drains the bath, drying me carefully and carrying me back into the bedroom once he’s done, redressing me in a clean pair of underwear and a soft t-shirt of his that I’ve claimed as my own. He must have changed the sheets whilst I was asleep in the bath, and we climb into my bed together, his arms holding me close. I almost fall asleep the instant my head lands on the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as my body lines up with Hyunjin’s, his front pressed to my back and his arms around my waist. I stay awake just long enough to hear him whisper something, something that sounds suspiciously like what I’ve wanted to hear from him for nearly as long as I’ve known him, but sleep takes me before I can reply.

When I wake in the morning, the other side of the bed is empty, and his bedroom is empty too. And when I see that his shoes are gone from beside the door, I realise he must have left whilst I was asleep. I practically turn the apartment upside down, but he hasn’t left me a note. I check my phone, but he hasn’t texted or called. I can barely make it back into bed before I dissolve into tears, sobbing as though my heart would break.

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Back to Doctor Who! And tonight we're moving on to the my favourite of the NuWho Doctors, the Eleventh Doctor. I've also cracked open a bottle of vino and the Lebkuchen biscuits, so there's a fair chance this review might get progressively unhinged as I work my way through those. In a good way, I hope.

So, A Christmas Carol. That's a promising title, not that you'd guess from the opening scene, which features a crashing spaceship. The crew are desperately trying to get control of things when they spot that a distress signal's been sent from the honeymoon suite and Amy appears in her police kissogram outfit to let them know she's called for help. Then Rory stumbles in in his Roman centurion outfit. Seems they like a little cosplay in the bedroom. XD

The TARDIS appears in front of them with a message: Come along Pond. The crew asks what that means? It means it's Christmas.

Credits!

We head down to the planet below. There's a big building letting out a spire of light, but other than that, the overall aesthetic is once again Victorian Christmas. A voice-over tells us that pretty much every planet with people on will hold some sort of celebration on the winter solstice to celebrate making it halfway out of the dark. On Earth, that would be Christmas. On this planet, the first settlers called it the Crystal Feast. Then we zoom in on our voice-over guy as he tells us he considers it people wanting something for nothing.

Turns out Kazran Sardick, our Scroogy VO guy, isn't talking to us at all, he's talking to a family who beg him to let 'her' out for one day, just for Christmas. Our girl's snoozing in a freezer and doesn't respond when Scroogdick knocks on the glass and jokes. But the sticky is, her family owes 4500 gideons and he's not letting her out until they pay up. And while the family are arguing with him, Scroogdick gets a phone call from the president about that ship. If he doesn't let them land, it'll crash. Which is kind of landing, he points out. His staff let him know there's 4000 lifeforms on board. Scroogdick laughs and says not if they wait a bit. He takes the phone and tells the president there's already too many people as it is, but the family are distracted by the sound of the TARDIS incoming.

And then Eleven falls out of the chimney. He cheerfully admits that he was on the roof on Christmas Eve, saw the chimney and couldn't resist, which is entirely understandable. He takes a moment to brag to the kids about knowing Santa before heading over to the big flashy light thing, talking all the while. The light controls the clouds, which are made of ice. He spots the frozen girl and asks who she is. Scroogdick says nobody important and the Doctor gets serious. Then he turns back to the console, still talking, before admitting that he's rambling because the machine isn't working.

Which is when Scroogdick informs him that the controls are isomorphic and will only respond to him. Hmm. That's a bummer, because as we've just seen, this guy is a bona-fide asshole and really does not care that a bunch of people will die without his help. The Doctor says he doesn't have to let that happen. Scroogdick says he's going to. It is, sadly, a very realistic scene. As the family are being led away, Scroogdick asks for funny poor people next time, which is when the youngest boy picks up the piece of coal that landed at his feet when the Doctor fell out of the fireplace, and lobs it, hitting Scroogdick right on the head. Scroogdick storms forward, arm raised... and then stops himself.

It is literally the only halfway decent thing he's done since he appeared on-screen and the Doctor is intrigued. He does a quick Sherlock scan of the room and deduces that Scroogdick doesn't want to be like his father. And also that there's a notable lack of Christmas decorations in this house, despite it being Christmas Eve.

The Doctor leaves and gets Amy on comms to let her know, good news, there's a machine that could fix their problems pretty much instantly. Bad news, it only works for a man who hates him. While he's chatting, one of the family thanks him for standing up to Scroogdick and tells him he'd better head inside, there's a fish warning.

Wait, what?

The Doctor is as confused as the rest of us until he looks up and sees fish flying around a lamppost. It's a cute little reminder that despite the Victorian aesthetic, this isn't Earth. Then a Christmas carol starts playing from loudspeakers. Amy can't hear what he's saying and asks what the singing is. The Doctor replies, a Christmas carol. She still can't hear, he repeats himself-

And you can almost see the lightbulb above his head. He slowly turn back to face the light in the sky and ominously wishes a Merry Christmas to the local Christmas-hating capitalist moneylender.

Inside, Scroogdick is playing old home movies while he snoozes and we get a glimpse of what life was like for him as a child, living with Daddy Scroogdick (unpleasant). We also hear that the fish like singing. This will be important later. And then Daddy Scroogdick hits young Kazran.

Then the Doctor shows up. Oh, HE was the one who put the movie on. And also all of Scroogdick's staff won the lottery and quit, good for them. Scroogdick says there is no lottery.

Scroogdick asks who the Doctor is. The Doctor tells him that tonight, he's the Ghost of Christmas Past. Scroogdick watches the video some more and tells the Doctor he cried all night and learned a valuable lesson: nobody comes.

Except then on the video, young Kazran looks up and turns around to see the TARDIS materialise behind him. He's Kazran's new babysitter! What happened to the old one? She won the lottery! Young Kazran informs him that there is no lottery. I love it. The Doctor leans in and address the camera directly, where Scroogdick is still watching, utterly baffled. He says that never happened... and then his memories start changing and he realises it did.

Back in Scroogdick's past, the Doctor bounces around Kazran's bedroom and chats a lot to put Kazran at ease or maybe just to distract him, until he gets to the point - fish.

They set the sonic screwdriver up as a lure while Kazran tells us more about the fish. A whole shoal broke through the nets once and now everyone talks about the fish, but he missed it.

And then we see a fish! It's adorable! The Doctor says a little pseudoscience explanation but I do not care at all, it's a flying fish!

And then it gets eaten by a shark... as does the sonic screwdriver, oops. The shark attacks and gets it's face stuck in the doorway, and the Doctor hypothesises that he might be able to get his screwdriver back.

Scene change! He did manage to get half of the screwdriver back, but the other half is still inside the shark, which doesn't seem to be coping very well outside of the cloud layer. Kazran asks if they can save her, they were only supposed to stun her, not kill her, she only attacked because she was hungry. The Doctor says he'd need some sort of life support to get her through the trip, so Kazran leads him to the people freezers. But they can't get in without a code, which Kazran won't know until he's older. The Doctor pops forward just in time to hear Scroogdick yelling it at the video and pops back, excellent use of time travel.

Kazran says the freezers are all full, but they could borrow one, and stops in front of the same girl from earlier. There's a recording on her freezer that tells us her name is Abigail and she loves the fish.

The Doctor asks about the people. Daddy Scroogdick is a moneylender who takes people as collateral. You can kinda see why Kazran grew up to be the way he is. Then the sonic screwdriver starts signalling to the other half of itself, which of course, is inside the shark. They run. Somehow, in the chaos, Abigail gets released and starts singing, which calms the shark down so she can pet it. This will also be important later. The Doctor tries to pseudoscience the singing, but the fish keep biting him, and Kazran sternly tells him that the fish just like the singing, lol. Even so, it does kind of make sense, if singers can hit frequencies that shatter glass, I can believe they can sing at frequencies that affect the ice crystals in the clouds, so what a good thing for them that Abigail is Katherine Jenkins.

We get a quick glimpse of Scroogdick. The portrait of his horrible daddy is now one of Abigail. The change in his memories is already starting to take effect.

Abigail and Kazran take a trip in the TARDIS up to the cloud layer and watch the fish swimming and it's gorgeous. Young Kazran takes photos. Scroogdick looks at them in the future.

Abigail's freezer has a number on it. It's nothing to do with the fish. She asks if the Doctor is one of her doctors, the Doctor asks is she needs one. But then he gets distracted by an alarm. It's almost Christmas Day! They put Abigail back in her freezer, which is when Kazran tells her the Doctor visits every Christmas Eve, pinkie promise.

So that's what the Doctor does. The number counts down, unseen.

They use the Doctor's half of the sonic screwdriver to summon the shark and go for a sleigh ride. It's ridiculous and I LOVE IT.

Scroogdick looks back through all his old photos, marvelling at his new memories.

A few more Christmas Eves. Abigail greets the Doctor each time. Somehow, he fails to notice that her freezer is counting down.

Next Christmas Eve! The freezer opens and oh, hello, Kazran is all grown up! Abigail asks if this year, they can go and see her family. She watches through the window, silently crying. Kazran goes to cheer her up. Abigail ominously says this is a life she can never have. But then the curtain draws back and the Doctor invites them in.

Abigail and her sister talk. Abigail refuses to stay for Christmas Day. So her sister stands up and announces they're having Christmas dinner right now. And the camera lowers below the table to show us Kazran and Abigail holding hands.

Back to the freezer. Kazran panics that Abigail might kiss him. The Doctor reassures him and tells him it's either this or go back to his room and invent a new screwdriver and I'm not saying the Doctor invented the sonic screwdriver because he was too chicken to kiss Jamie, but I am saying that the sonic screwdriver made its first appearance in Fury From The Deep and it was either him or Victoria and his relationship with Victoria was a lot more fatherly and involved a lot less groping and clinging and hand holding so maybe I am saying that after all.

Abigail and Kazran kiss. It's very sweet.

Scroogdick looks through his photos some more. They squeezed a lot of travel into those Christmas Eves.

Next Christmas Eve. Abigail has something bad to tell Kazran.

The Doctor appears. He accidentally got engaged. Kazran and Abigail are too busy snogging to care. The Doctor stomps off to get married out of spite and it's hilariously childish.

Abigail goes back to the freezer. Kazran stares into the glass at her and tells the Doctor these Christmas Eve visits are getting a bit old, maybe they should skip it. The Doctor is confused. He gives Kazran his half of the sonic screwdriver but Kazran says he won't need it. The Doctor asks about Abigail. Kazran knows where to find her. The Doctor is still clueless, but the camera shows us the numbers on her freezer are down to one. That, plus the mention of doctors, makes it pretty clear that Abigail was dying when she volunteered to be frozen and her time has just about run out.

Scroogdick looks over his shoulder. The portrait has turned back into the one of his father.

Daddy Scroogdick shows off his new fish controlling machine that they can use to keep the population in line. Kazran excuses himself and goes to get the sonic screwdriver. When he turns around, the Doctor is at the window. But he jumped the gun too soon, nobody wants to be predictable, and Kazran closes the curtains on him.

In the future, we see that Scroogdick has kept the sonic. The phone rings. He still doesn't care about the spaceship. Life isn't fair.

And then Amy appears! She's the Ghost of Christmas Present. Scroogdick hears singing and when he heads down to the freezer, he finds holograms of the people on the ship. Amy tells him the Doctor was trying to make him nicer. Kazran doesn't appreciate being rewritten, which, OK, fair, but also he was an asshole, so I don't care that much. He tells Amy he never would've known Abigail if the Doctor hadn't interfered with his life. Amy asks why he hasn't let her out. Scroogdick tells her why. She'd only live a single day and how could he choose which one? Amy points out that she's got longer than anyone on the ship, and then she shows him the ship.

Rory explains that the people are singing because the Doctor thought it might help with the ice clouds, but it isn't working. Amy explains that they're still singing because well, they haven't told them that bit. The captain begs Scroogdick to let them land, that nobody has to die. Scroogdick counters that everybody has to die. She says it doesn't have to be tonight. He says tonight's as good as any other.

The hologram disappears and the Doctor apologises. He didn't know about Abigail. The Doctor then tells him he's not done, he's shown Scroogdick the past and the present, now it's time for the future. Scroogdick mocks him. He already knows he's going to be alone and afraid, showing him won't make a difference. He's going to let the ship crash simply because he doesn't care.

He taunts the Doctor and tells him to go ahead and show him the future.

The Doctor tells him he already is. And then he looks over Scroogdick's shoulder... at little twelve year-old Kazran... who mistakes him for his father, the very thing he didn't want to be.

The two Kazrans hug and somehow time does not get eaten by giant bats and neither of them lose their memories but I really don't care, this show has destroyed Atlantis three times, Kazran can have little a hug, as a treat. It's Christmas.

Scroogdick is going to let the ship land! ...Except now the controls won't work. Kazran is too nice now. Kazran offers the half of the sonic screwdriver, which is when the Doctor remembers oh yeah, there's still half in the shark. They can send up a signal! Something they know works!

They need Abigail to sing.

Abigail is unfrozen and she still loves Kazran, aww.

And now for some extremely self-indulgent singing, but then, if you're going to hire the most successful opera singer in the world onto your show, of course you're going to give her a song.

The crew can land! They can even land well!

Amy and Rory kiss, aww.

Everybody goes outside to hear the music and play in the snow.

Rory and Amy show up. Rory has lost their luggage, so they're stuck in their kinky sex clothes for now, oops. The Doctor has been building many snowmen. Rory lets him know Marilyn's on the phone. And overhead, Kazran and Abigail fly past on their shark-drawn open sleigh.

FINAL THOUGHTS

I love this. I love everything about it. It's not a Doctor Who story with Christmas in it, it's a Christmas story with Doctor Who in it. And not just any Christmas story, but the story that pretty much set the template for modern Christmas celebrations as we know it. The parallels are not remotely subtle, but they're not supposed to be, we see the exact moment where the Doctor is inspired to have Kazran Sardick visited by his own three ghosts. It doesn’t make the mistake some adaptations have of thinking their Scrooge’s problem is hating Christmas, Sardick’s problem is that cares more about money than human life, it being Christmas is just a coincidence that the Doctor exploits hard. And the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come? Absolute genius twist. At no moment do you forget that this is a Christmas special.

It's also just a good story. Sure, bits of it are a little silly and indulgent, but hey, it's Christmas, and they don't detract from the story. Like, there's absolutely no reason the planet has a Victorian aesthetic other than to look Christmassy, and that's fine. The fish stuff is weird, but it also manages to make sense. And we have a happy ending in which everybody lives for now. And while Abigail will die, she's going to do it after a solid eight days of Christmas Eves and she's going to die happy and loved and singing with fish. That's like, a Sims 2 death with hula zombies, you can't get better.

Best one so far. Might be the best one of all.

#nonsims #doctor who #eleventh doctor #amy pond #Rory Williams #sushi's christmas doctor who rewatch #a christmas carol

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theyarebothgunshot · 3 years

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(1) anon again! thanks a lot for your answer. :) multi-ask incoming! i suppose i took his tone of 'and there are people who think this is real' as a pretty forward implication of it... well, not being real. this, and the explanation of the clothes. (if you find the receipts, i'd love to see them! it's very cute either way.) i suppose you are entirely right about the fact that they have pointedly never denied this outright, but i also feel like that's some classic trolling by misha? (...)

this got kind of long so i am putting the rest of your asks and my answers under the cut!

(2) like sooo many people i see in this fandom, i have never shipped rpf - and honestly, with cockles, still don't? i just watch some of their interactions and my brain goes ding-ding-ding-ding and i go - what? what is it??? and i can't figure out if i am projecting or seeing things i WANT to see. equally... they are real people and i don't want to be a creep about this. my problem with a lot that i've seen is that some gifs take interactions out of context (...)

(3) i would say probably the biggest problem i have with it is that while some things i genuinely cannot find a het/platonic explanation for, but there are a lot of gifs which have slowed down movements/cherry-picked moments/taken things out of contexts, and feels less flirty when you watch the actual full video(s). so what, out of all this, would you say is the most damning evidence that cockles is an Actual True thing, if you had to pick some select things? :)

(4) okay, last ask! sorry for rambling. on your point of waking up together - i'm not sure of the context, and i don't want to speculate too much on information that we don't have, but if they are staying at a hotel in a city abroad/elsewhere, i figure it wouldn't be too far-fetched for them to share a room with cast mates? so waking up together doesn't necessarily have Those implications? i don't know. thanks for bearing with me!

so first things first: i kind of feel like in the end, if you have seen and read everything there is to see and read when it comes to cockles, and still are not sure about any of it or are inclined to think that it’s not something more than a close friendship, then i’m probably not going to be able to ‘sway’ you. sometimes it is just a matter of difference of perspectives, and that’s fine! however, seeing as you asked this in a way that makes it clear that you are genuinely curious, i obviously will respond.

you are right that what misha said could be implying that it’s not real, but then again: he never outright denied it. neither of them have. i think that a lot of the time misha is very tongue in cheek about it. that doesn’t mean that it’s not real, though.

i understand never shipping real people, and not wanting to feel like a creep. the thing is though: this goes for about 90% of the cockles fandom, too. most of us never shipped irl people before, and we certainly don’t wanna be creeps about it. being creeps about it would be going up to jensen and misha or their loved ones and confronting them with anything cockles related. but the decent people in this corner of the fandom know not to do that, and we merely talk about it with each other online. i personally don’t feel like a creep (not saying that you are implying this btw!) for observing what they put in front of us, time and time again, which they do with the full knowledge that people do in fact ship them.

i see what you mean about some things getting taken out of context, and i’ve seen that too. i agree with you that sometimes people can read into things a bit too much. as to the slowed down gifs, for me personally the faster versions don’t take away what i see in those gifs: it’s intimate body language, whatever way i look at it.

you asked me to pick some moments or facts that make me think that they are actually together, and honestly that is very hard to do. for me, what it comes down to is that, if you take any of these things as a standalone fact, you might be able to explain it away. but when you combine all of it together - and trust me, it’s a lot. just ask my best friend who has had to listen to me talk about them for two full nights - i can’t see the picture that it paints as anything other than: they have (or at the very least have had in the past) an intimate relationship with each other.

that being said, these are the things that stand out the most for me:

the way they look at each other, but especially the way jensen looks at misha at any given time. that is the look of a man who adores the person he is looking at. the way that nobody else can make him laugh like misha, for the stupidest fucking shit. when they think about each other/talk about each other, they get this soft look on their faces that honestly is nothing like how i talk about any of my close friends. i once saw a comparison vid of jensen talking about danneel and jensen talking about misha and he had the same look on his face. the fact that jensen flirted with danneel by making her laugh on set, making kissy faces, which is something that he also did with misha. the fact that jensen gave him his ring. i literally for the life of me cannot think of a platonic reasoning for this.

the fact that they remembered and went back to a restaurant they were at 10 years ago, sat at the exact same table, and took selfies both of those times, and then posted it at a random date as a throwback to ‘10 years ago’ even though at the moment the first picture was taken, they had already known each other for a year and a half. so clearly, that night was special for them. special enough to remember the exact same table, special enough that they felt the need to go back there, and to share it with us. the background of those pictures is the same background as the picture jensen posted of him and danneel on their first holiday together. clearly both of those occasions were very important to him. important enough to post about.

something that i know might seem kinda shady and not totally trustworthy, is the fact that i’ve seen multiple people mention that they have information that they would never share online (because they don’t want to put jensen and misha in a compromising position) but the information in question confirmed it for them. obviously people could be lying or could be jumping to conclusions, without said information we can never know for sure, but i can’t help but feel like there probably is a truth to it.

and i know this is a very recent one, but: ‘mish. dee.’ the two most important people in his life, who i am sure he would have addressed as mish & dee if he could have. obviously i could mention a lot more things, but i think these are some of the things that stand out to me the most.

as for the hotel situation at cons: i honestly have no clue, but i kind of feel like they are big enough stars to have their own hotel rooms. but like i said, i do not know at all. i guess it’s possible that they have to share. who knows!

sorry this got so long lmao but i hope that it made some sense. i don’t have any receipts unfortunately because i kept deleting things i already shared with my best friend in order not to get confused sjdfhs but you’ll have to believe me that i found all of this information on tumblr. anyways feel free to drop by any time!

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James Ironwood, for character ask? 👀

Aaaa thank you so much for the ask ♡ More rambling incoming !! Sorry for the wait btw, I've been both pretty busy and tired ;;

If you hate James Ironwood and don't wanna hear one good thing about him tap out now please ღ

My fav ship(s) for the character

I am not a super big shipper when it comes to James, but there are still some I like more than others soo here goes :

I think Ironwitch is a pretty good one. It's not necessarily a ship I'd search content for but I think these two would work well together ! Glynda is stern and honest and a no-nonsense kind of woman. She has the strenght to stand up to James when he slips or gets too stubborn when faced with the high stakes. At the same time, we've been shown that she cares for him and she knows he's only trying to do what's best for people. She has faith in him but also the ability to stand at his side as an equal. She seems to be the more steadfast of Ozpin's circle : loyal, you know you can trust her, and she will not crumble. This is the kind of personnality that I think James both admire and feel safe with. And the other way around, I think James is a good match for Glynda too. On a day to day basis, he's serious enough to not annoy here, but he's also a softie in some aspects and that's a nice combination to smooth out Glynda's edges.

Ironqrow is a completely different dynamic. The "we're annoying each other" dynamic is not one I'm particularly interested in usually xD But these two certainly had strong & interesting moments so it's a pretty valid ship !! Despite how they might butt heads because of the difference in their upbringing they (prior to V8) clearly trusted each other with their life. Even if Qrow jokes about shooting himself if he had to be one of James' man, when everything goes to shit there is no doubt in his mind that James wasn't responsible. Similarly, while James talks of shooting Qrow for his misbehaviour, when push comes to shove and we meet a tired Ironwood, run ragged by the pressure he's under... the only thing he does is hug him and reiterates how glad he is to see him. So again, they clearly have a lot of faith and trust in the other, and that's solid ground for a relationship.

My least favorite ship(s) for the character

Same spiel as always, shipping kids and adults is a big no from me; so any ships between Ironwood and RWBYJNOR can qualify here. That said, among the less uncomfortable ones, here are those I don't really like

This one is again because I love their relationship but platonically only, I'm talking of Winter Soldier. The reading I like best is not that Ironwood is Winter's Jacques 2.0, nor that he groomed her; but that he was an important father figure in her life. Protective and caring, who tried to help her escape with what he knew. I don't see James recruiting Winter as a way to gain a strong ally. But rather that Winter wanted to detach herself from her family name, and make something worthwhile of herself all on her own. And that the military is what Ironwood knows and understand, so naturally it's a career he'd see as a good path. Just like Winter then proposed it to Weiss. I like to think they care about each other a LOT and they're their own tight family in between the lines, even if professionalism might throw a wrench into it. For short I love them together but not romantically please =)

I don't know if there's a ship name for this, but Salem x James Ironwood would be a big nope from me too... In general, let's just assume I ship Salem with nobody because abuse.

My fav & least fav platonic relationship(s) for the character

Fav platonic relationship would be (have been because we dont talk about V8?) with Winter. Fooor the reasons I've explained above I suppose x) I (again) love the trust they had in one another and the quiet support.

There was also his relationship with Oscar that I really liked during V7, although it has been soured a bit by the (valid) reading from some people that Ironwood sought out Ozpin a lot through Oscar, and given his identity issues it is not ground for a greatly healthy relationship. Their interactions were still very intersting though ♡ I consider Oscar to be the kid who went at trying to appease James' fear or make him reconsider his decisions the best way. There was true understanding and hope for a working relationship here. I do feel that Oscar put in more work than James however (emotionally) and I wish there had been pay-back instead of a gunshot.

For my least fav relationship ? Probably Robyn or Watts ? Robyn was always very antagonistic toward Ironwood since their priorities are so different. And I overall just don't really like her after V7 so there are very few relationships with her I'm interested in (the exception is her ship with Fiona I think it's cute). Meanwhile, Watts is just a petty asshole hell bent on ruining Ironwood because he didn't pick his project. I'm not very interested in hate relationships, and since theirs wasn't deeply explored anyway, it's even more the case here. Their fight was great though, one of my favorite RWBY fights !

My favorite thing about the character

Well this was completely proven wrong by V8 buuut as of V7 I liked that he was a deconstruction of the military general (dictator) trope. Sooo you can guess how i feel about V8 X) In general among RWBY, several of my fav are fav BECAUSE they look like one trope but also have key differences that from the get go make the character stray away from said trope. For example I'm not a fan of the princess tsundere archetype at all, but I loooved Weiss in V1 BECAUSE she was extra-willing to listen and change her mind, and you could very easily tell that it was her upbringing speaking more than herself in most occasions.

Similarly, I wasn't a big fan of Ironwood before V7. I didn't hate him you know and he wasn't lower than most characters in my Tier list but I also didn't particularly care. But you know what ? I've aaaalways had a really soft spot for the "angsty angry traumatized teen". And RWBY made the mistake of extending that soft spot to "tired adults trying their best" (only to repeatedly beat them up/make them villains after making me care about them but what can you do uh)

Soo in general, I loved that Ironwood was trying so hard. I loved that he was tired and in over his head but learning and listening and trying to do good and be better despite his fears. I liked that he told his entourage about Salem and was loyal. I liked that he cared about helping the people above his own image and the way people perceived him. I liked that you could tell this was a terrible situation all around, and his decisions WERE questionnable but we could SEE that he meant WELL and was genuinely trying so hard despite how scared and tired he was.

My biggest criticism for the character

Well this won't be a surprise but in general I just wished he had stayed a morally grey character we were allowed to feel for instead of a cartoon black villain. I didn't need James to be THE Hero or anything like this despite some accusations levelled at those who like him. Him becoming one of RWBY's antagonist is honestly fine by me ! It is interesting. But I'd have preferred they kept him ambiguous and trying in his own way. (And smart because V8 Ironwood was dumb af)

I can be a tad overprotective of his character since he's just... so despised, so I think that I have inadvertently distanced myself from any of his flaws... somehow like "people are already yelling all of them so I don't need to add to this shit show" you know ? skjfkd But I KNOW he has them and it would still have been good to develop his flaws, just... not like that

But yea I'd have liked it if V8 Ironwood DID diverge from RWBYJNORQ and became an antagonist but not an iredeemable villain. LIKE,, we redeemed Hazel and Emerald and IRONWOOD is where the writers draw the line by saying "nope this one is rotten" ?? What ?

When was their writing at the peak according to me (ex : best season)

V7 definitely ! Ironwood carried V7 so hard haha. His character was fleshed out and given nuance and made to struggle and evolve and I loved him in that volume.

A song I think fits them & why

Hunger • Monsters & Men Human • Rag'n'Bone Man Way down we go • Kaleo Beekeeper • Keaton Henson Thistle and weeds • Mumford and Sons Castle of Glass • Linkin Park It's all so incredibly loud • Glass Animals

A headcanon to make up about them

His metal parts impact his metabolism so Ironwood is terrible at holding his alcohool and very little manages to knock him out. He's a workaholic. His low tolerence for alcohool is a great tool whn friends need to put him to sleep.

His joints crack and hurt in the cold, his metal parts as well and they are an hassle in the sand. James like to keep his room temperature warmer than the average atlasian because of this, otherwise he has to spend 30 min every morning simply unwiding muscles to move around efficiently.

He's not a good singer but has a nice low voice for telling stories. If he had kids, he'd probably avoid lullabies but compensate with bedtimes stories.

What I would change about them if I was making a re-write

As always, I'm kind of reflecting along the way as I write this, and one thing I'm thinking right now is... Doesn't it take away from the atlas arc message ITSELF to just pile up so many "standard bad guy" stuff on Ironwood ? Like, I wanna ask... why do we hate him ? Is he an antagonist because he lets fear get the best of him ? Because he's a classist who doesn't care about Mantle like some fans argue ? Because he's too stubborn and wants to be THE hero ? Because he doesn't listen to others ? Because he abandonned Mantle ? Because he kills peopke left and right ? Because he wanted to bomb a city ? I think you might see where I'm going with this : his status as villain is kind of messy. V8 just kept piling-up flaws and villainous actions onto Ironwood with no concern for whether this was a lenght he would go to (using the certainty that he would go to any lenghts to enact his plans), ,or whether these were one of the initial flaws/failings that led to his "fall" as an antagonist. What lesson is Ironwood supposed to learn ? Personally the very first time I yelled at my screen "No ! Why would the writers choose that ?" is when Ironwood shot Oscar. When answering criticism against medias, many people tend to look at it only through the lense of "well it makes sense in universe" or as if there were no other ways for the story to devolve. But at the end of the way, everything in a story is a choice from the writer even if it is influenced by the characters' personnalities. If I took the scene where Ironwood shoots Oscar, someone might tell me "he's crippled by his PTSD, he COULD do this." Maybe, that's a reading I can somewhat understand at least. But the writers have the power to NOT put his character in such a position. When I saw the wreck that was V7 finale, I ranted to my bestfriend about it and at no point did i say "why did Ironwood do that", I said "why did the writers make him shoot Oscar, the only point narratively would be to make irredeemable" Aaaand that's what they went for and I obviously didn't care for it. So if I had to rewrite it; I would have kept Ironwood's "mistakes" more focused. If he's wrong because he wants to abandon Mantle, because he's (understandably) scared and doesn't want to take risks; then stay focused on that. It's what makes RWBY leave, and out of all his V8 actions that's really the only thing RWBY needed to tell the whole world he wasn't an ally anymore apparently. - Don't make him shoot Oscar point blank, instead Oscar can simply fall because he flinches away from Ironwood's outburst; and a distraught/guilty Ironwood can decide that he doesn't have the time or capacity to help because of the tense situation. (Killing and not saving someone don't hold the same moral weight at all). - Don't make him kill people left and right or bomb cities, maintain the flaw of Ironwood struggling with his PTSD and his fear and not being able to take risks. - Don't paint him as a black villain, and eventually write V8 in such a way that RWBYJNORQ show taking risks might lead to a bigger victory, which was the volume's theme anyway. For example, following Oscar's destruction of the whale, a growth can occur that would bring back together the two anti-Salem factions : Oscar's risk put Atlas out of harm's way, which leads to Ironwood seeing that maybe there WAS a way to save Mantle as well as Atlas despite Salem's presence and he might have jumped the gun too quickly because of his fears. I'm not sure, I haven't thought about this extensively honestly but I hope you see what I mean. I think it would have been more focused & more in-character to focus Ironwood's failings on his fear; and the fact that he cares for the people and the greater good sometimes at the cost of the individuals. The idea that by sacrificing individuals too much you forget the people you're fighting for in the first place, could have been interesting to dig deeper into. Keep to the idea that Ironwood is somewhat disensitized to the individuals suffering for the sake of the greater good, instead of making him just

callous & uncaring.

My guess for their MBTI/Enneagram

I think pre-V8 Ironwood was an unconventionnal ENFJ. Aka, the type of character no one would type ENFJ because they go by stereotypes and Fe stereotypes are just enneagram 2 everywhere (aka nice, kind, helpful) whereas Ironwood has an enneagram tritype very common among xxTJs so that's what he looks/behaves like, but the way he thinks (what's best for the people, ethical values derived from an Atlasian upbringing) align more with Fe cognitively I think I'm going with ENFJ 6w5 1w2 3w4

Starting from V8 though, Ironwood veered clearly into ENTJ territory (types aren't supposed to change but I wouldn't say RWBY is the most consistent media when it comes to characters' personnalities)

One aspect that I think would be nice to delve deeper into ?

I understand why they didn't care to, but it'd have been interesting to get a few backstory hints for Ironwood. How did he lose half his body ? How did Oz recruit him ? Or some pieces about his upbringing ?

#rwby #james ironwood #james ironwood canoncrit #rwby thoughts #rwby rewrite #rwde #ask me stuff #enneagram #mbti #v7 spoilers #v8 spoilers #pro james ironwood

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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Black & Blue

Bruise: an injury appearing as an area of discoloured skin on the body, caused by a blow or impact rupturing underlying blood vessels...

Series Summary:

‘They littered her arms like splashes of watercolor paints, Steve couldn't stop staring, she pulled at the sleeves of her cardigan when she caught him. “I fell.” she muttered, pulling the fabric tight over her fragile body. All Steve wanted to do was pick her up, and put her in a box, like you would a broken bird. He wanted to fix this little bird, but he didn't know how.’

Pairing: Doctor!Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader

Series Warning: This story is going to be quite dark and heavy, and will contain heavy themes of domestic abuse. There will be: Violence and possible Noncon, if you are uncomfortable with any of these themes, please don't read, this book won't be for you.

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six// Part Seven// Part Eight// Part Nine// Part Ten// Part Eleven// Part Twelve// Part Thirteen// Part Fourteen// Part Fifteen// Part Sixteen// Part Seventeen// Part Eighteen// Part Nineteen// Part Twenty//

Part Twenty-One: Returned To Basecamp

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language

Word Count: 2.9k

Well, Bruce didn’t quite get the welcome home he was expecting, instead he found an angry Steve, taking heavy sips of beer, on the couch. Whilst Bucky sat outside Steve’s bathroom, trying to get Y/N to open the door, after she had run in there because of Steve’s temper, which had frightened her.

“Please, doll, please come out. He didn’t mean to scare you he was just upset; we all are.” Bucky sat back against the door, when there was still no sound of movement from within the bathroom. When he turned around, he spotted Bruce, who was hobbling into the room, using his cutch that had been given to him by the hospital.

“Hey, bro. What’s going on, it’s like somebody’s died-wait please don’t tell me…” Bruce pointed at the bathroom door, thinking the worst.

“No, no, no, nobody’s died. It’s just…” Bucky dropped his voice, just in case Y/N was listening from behind the door, not wanting to upset her anymore, “…we got a letter from Brock’s lawyer, claiming he wants to take the baby, when it’s born.”

Bruce fell onto Steve’s bed, leaning heavily on his crutch.

“No, surely he can’t. I know he wasn’t found guilty of Y/N’s charges, but aggravated battery, must be a significant charge, for the family court?” Bruce weighed up the pros and cons in his head. A violent charge, must be probable grounds to not allow any kind of visitation, let alone full custody.

“He’s claiming that Y/N is unstable, and that she is incapable of taking care of herself, let alone a child. He’s using her family’s mental health problems as an excuse.” Bucky sighed, standing up from the floor, and perching on the end of Steve’s bed, next to Bruce.

“Shit.” Bruce breathed, shaking his head.

“Anyway, how are you?” Bucky tried to lighten the dark mood that had laid upon the little apartment, and all of its occupants.

“Well, I’m doing a lot better than all of you, clearly. How is Y/N and the baby, has she had a scan yet?” Bruce wanted to get back on topic to what was important. He was okay, compared to everyone else, especially; the poor girl, who he could hear sobbing on the bathroom floor.

“Yeah, they had one today. She’s having a girl.” Bucky flashed him a smile, reaching into his back pocket and taking out the little photograph that had slipped from Y/N’s fingers, when she had run into the bathroom.

“Oh wow, you never get used to how amazing the human body is do you.” Bruce took the scan, staring adoringly at the little baby on the picture.

“No, you really don’t.” Bucky smiled as he looked at the picture again, seeing the curved outline of the baby’s head, attached to the little body, imaging the little girl, running around their feet.

Both the men’s heads snapped up when they heard the click of the bathroom lock, and two little eyes poking out from the bathroom.

“Hey hun, how are you?” Bruce asked her warmly.

Y/N toddled out from the bathroom, wrapping her arms around Bruce’s neck, giving him a big squeeze, which he happily excepted, wrapping one arm around her waist.

“Better now, everyone’s here.” She sighed, pulling back, Bruce’s hand dropping to Y/N’s stomach.

“Wow, you’re getting big now.” Bruce commented, making Bucky and Y/N laugh.

“Mmhm, tell me about it. Can’t fit in my jeans anymore.” Y/N rolled her hands over her bump, little kicks and punches being landed underneath, “Where’s Steve?”

“In the living room, do you want me to go get him?” Bucky asked softly.

“Yes, please.” Y/N agreed, sitting on Bruce’s other side, pulling her arms around herself.

“Okay.” Bucky nodded, leaving to go and get the miserable blonde.

“Oi, asshole. Your girl needs you to be calm and collected, and supportive. Think you can manage that, because if you can’t then tell me now, so I know to keep you away from her.” Bucky scolded Steve, deeply unimpressed by the way he handled the whole situation. The shattered mirror shards still laying discarded on the carpeted floors.

“No, I’m calm now.” Steve replied, shortly; standing from the couch, he moved past Bucky, and poked his head into the bedroom.

Steve smirked, when he saw Bruce, showing Y/N his scars on his shoulder and head.

“He really did a number on you didn’t he.” Y/N frowned, the pit of guilt forming in her gut.

“None of it is your fault, honey.” Bruce wraps his arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah, so people I hurt, keep telling me.” Y/N leans into Bruce.

“Because it’s true.” Y/N’s back stiffens, as she slowly turns around to face Steve, who looks like a scolded schoolboy, coming home to tell his mom he got detention.

“Can you give us a minute, Bruce. Sorry to make you get up.” Steve apologises, as the man slowly pulls himself up, hobbling towards the door, but not before stopping to whisper in Steve’s ear.

Y/N can’t hear what he was saying, instead she chooses to fiddle with her fingers, unaware Steve was now walking towards her, until the bed dipped next to her, and the man next to her gave a heavy sigh.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have reacted like that; I shouldn’t have scared you.” Steve begins his long thought out apology, he couldn’t bring himself to look at Y/N’s face, the tear tracks down her cheek, were too painful to look at, knowing he had been the cause of them.

“I know you didn’t mean to. You were just angry, like I am.” Y/N took Steve’s hand, rubbing her thumb along the back on his bloodied knuckles.

“He’s not going to lay eyes on this precious baby, let alone take her from us. I promise you, my love.” Steve captures Y/N’s fingers that were running up and down his arm, kissing the soft skin.

“I believe you.” Y/N looked at him for the first time, his blue eyes followed the trail of salty streaks down her cheeks. The look in his eyes was a mixture of sorrow, for what he had caused his love, and determination to keep his family together.

“Are you sure you forgive me?” Steve looks at his lap, when his eyes meet Y/N’s and he’s reminded of the Bambi like, look of horror Y/N gave him when he began to raise his voice, and smash anything breakable in his sight.

“Yes, Steve I forgive you.” Y/N grabbed the sides of Steve’s face, pulling his lips, flush against his. Steve smiled into the kiss, gladly guiding their lips, as he continued to savour the taste of her lips.

“Good, because Bruce said he would shove that crutch up my ass if you didn’t.” Steve joked breaking the kiss.

~~~~

“How much is your fee?”

That was the first question she asked Shuri, as she joined Y/N and Steve at the coffee shop on the outskirt of Brooklyn.

“I owe you, Y/N. I owe you so much. I’m so sorry for failing you.” Shuri grabbed Y/N’s hand, the way she clenched Y/N’s hand, was almost bone crushing, and Y/N had to regretfully and as respectfully as she could, detach her from her hand.

“It wasn’t your fault, Shuri. He’s a cunning bastard, always has been.” Y/N patted Shuri’s arm, once she had finally taken her hand back.

“I should have fought harder; I should have found more witnesses. Hell, I should have dragged Parker there myself.” Shuri continued to ramble, Y/N eyed Steve, who was smirking.

“Shuri, none of us could have predicted what would have happened, but what we need to do now, is work out how we’re going to stop Brock from taking my-our baby.” Y/N took Steve’s hand. Steve gripped Y/N’s hand, his chest swelling when Y/N used that pronoun of ‘our’.

“Of course,” Shuri sat back, grabbing her laptop from her bag immediately bashing the keys, bringing up various documents:

“We already have an advantage, with him receiving a suspended sentence, and being charged with Aggravated Battery. That marks up his record, do you have any previous?”

“No, my record is clean, not even a parking ticket, I can’t drive.” Y/N laughs, shrugging.

“Excellent, what about career, what do you do for a living? Brock’s a lawyer, which means he has a very stable income.” That was when the smile dropped on Y/N’s face, picking at the decaying couch.

“Y/N?” Shuri pressed on.

“I-er…” Y/N coughed, embarrassed by her lack of drive, “I don’t really have a career, I’ve had lots of different jobs, but nothing permeant.”

Y/N felt ashamed as she admitted to two very well educated and successful individuals, that she in fact did nothing for a living, and was living off of scraps she was given by her parents,

“Okay…are you and Steve still living together, along with Dr Barnes and Dr Banner?” Shuri asked, there was a hint of something in her voice, but Y/N couldn’t quite work out.

“Yes.” Y/N nodded.

“Do you have plans to move into your own home at any point?” Shuri tried to tread carefully, so not to sound at all judgemental.

“Umm, not really.” Y/N looked at Steve, who was gripping he hand tightly.

“Okay, well this might, not be so good. You see; Brock is trying to claim that you are not capable to take care of this baby, by the looks of the letter, he’s using the fact you don’t have a stable income or a fixed address as viable excuses.”

“But she does have a fixed income, I make more than enough to provide for both of them, Christ, I’ve been making enough to feed three grown men, the last ten years, I can take care of them.” Steve defended.

“That may be true, but the court will also see that Y/N does not have a permanent residence-“

“She lives with me; my home is more than adequate.” Steve’s voice was rising, and it was making Y/N cower, as his tone harshened. Steve noticed the way that Y/N whimpered and took a deep breath.

“Look all I’m saying, is that I can take care of her and the baby. They have a home, with three doctors, she couldn’t be in safer hands.” Steve tried to reason.

“I know, Steve. If I were the judge, I would throw Brock’s claim out, and him in a jail cell, but I’m not, and we can’t. We’re going to have to think of some other strategies. However, as much as I hate to say this, but biologically and legally, you don’t have a right over that baby, Steve.” Steve felt like the wind had been knocked from his chest; he knew in his mind that the baby wasn’t his, but to have someone say that to him, nearly broke the poor man.

“I understand that. But as long as there is breath in my body, that baby is ours.”

~~~~

“Sweetheart, try and sit still.” Steve pleaded, when Y/N turned and wriggled around once again in his lap, during their movie marathon.

“I’m sorry, my mind’s just somewhere else tonight.” Y/N sighed, leaning back onto Steve’s chest, his arms circling her waist.

“I know, I get it. Mine too, wanna talk?” Steve turned Y/N around so that she was straddling his waist, her hands going to the neck of his shirt, rolling the cotton between her fingertips.

“I can’t stop thinking about what Shuri said, and about how I’m too stupid to get a job, and now I might lose the one good thing to come out of that shitshow of a relationship.”

It wasn’t that Y/N didn’t have any ambition to find a job, she was desperate to be independent, she just couldn’t find anything that she enjoyed enough to stick with. Y/N enjoyed the few weeks that she spent working in her mom’s salon, she liked the frequency of regulars, the catch ups with the elderly customers, and playing with all the cool hair dyes, when the young customers came to visit. There were times Y/N thought about setting up her own salon in Brooklyn, but she didn’t have the funds to do that, and with her now being five months pregnant, the chances of her requiring all the licensing and building permits were unlikely.

“You’re not stupid, sweetheart.” Steve spoke softly, moving a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Compared to you, Mr Doctor, I’m not exactly Brainiac of the week.” Y/N half-heartedly laughed, but her weak smile dropped when she noticed that Steve didn’t find her comment funny.

“Please stop talking like this, bubba. You mean everything to me, sweetie, everything. I don’t care that you didn’t go to college, I don’t care that you haven’t got a permanent job, as long as I have you in my arms, and my life, then that’s all that matters. We can look for a place together, maybe if we get ourselves a place, then the court will see that I can take care of you just fine.” Steve’s fingers move under Y/N’s shirt, dancing along her stretched skin.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Y/N quirked her eyebrow.

“I’m asking if you want to live with just me, not the band of misfits that follow me?” Steve chirped, stroking along Y/N’s neck, his thumb rubbing over her throat.

“I think I can help with that.” Bruce’s voice made Y/N and Steve jump, as they twist their heads to see Bruce leaning in the door frame of his bedroom.

“Bruce, how long have you been stood there, you pervert?” Steve jokes, considering the way Y/N was straddling Steve’s waist.

“Long enough, sicko.” Bruce shuffles to the couch, Y/N climbed off of Steve’s lap, Steve sitting up, allowing Bruce some room to perch on the couch.

“What did you mean you could help us out?” Y/N asked, looking at Bruce, who cleared his throat, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees.

“The settlement money that I was given, by Brock.” Y/N’s eyes widen when she realised what Bruce was alluding too.

“No, Bruce we couldn’t take your money. Besides you’ll need it, until you can get back to work.” Y/N shook her head, completely ruling out Bruce’s suggestion.

“I don’t need it, Y/N. I’m being paid by the hospital for compassionate leave, it’s why we have insurance, the best thing I could do is go on holiday with it. I’d rather you used it to create a new life with Steve and that baby.” Bruce rants, Y/N looks to Steve, she didn’t know what to say. Bruce was offering Steve and Y/N $25,000, that would be more than enough for a deposit on an apartment in New York.

“Bruce, we couldn’t-“

“Steve, I’m not taking no for an answer, take the money or, I’ll make you.” Bruce threatened, he smirked, but the glint in his eyes, was one of the upmost seriousness.

“Thank you, Bruce. Thank you so much.” Y/N threw her arms around Bruce, he happily excepted them, pulling her tightly to him, mindful of the bump.

“You’re more than welcome.” Bruce whispered, resting his chin on her shoulder, reaching his hand out to Steve, which he shook.

~~~~~

“I can’t believe Bruce would do that for us.” Y/N was giddy, as she brushed her teeth, Steve had been sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, digging his toes into the carpet.

“Steve…Steve didn’t you think it was generous of him?” Y/N turned with the toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, her mood dropping when she noticed the glum look on Steve’s face.

Rinsing her mouth, and wiping away the excess foam from her mouth, she wondered into the bedroom, kneeling on the floor in front of Steve, resting her folded arms on Steve’s thighs, his hand immediately cupping her head.

“What’s the matter, puppy?” Y/N looked up into Steve’s troubled eyes, trying to read his face.

“It’s all well and good us finding a place together, but…it doesn’t solve the issue…the biological issue, that we’re going to have.” Y/N tilted her head, she didn’t know where this defeatist attitude was now coming from, considering the fact, that up until ten minutes ago, he was near tears of joy, after Bruce’s revelation.

“What are you talking about, so far you have been the greatest father this baby could ask for, regardless of DNA.” Y/N cupped Steve’s face, pulling his lips towards her, and giving him a light kiss.

“I know. I already adore this, little ladybug, and she’s not even here yet. But the court will see that Brock is the biological father, giving him an advantage over us.” Steve sighed, pushing his forehead into Y/N’s.

“Your name will be the one on the birth certificate, I’m going to give all parental rights to you.” Y/N promised.

“Sweetheart, that won’t matter if Brock gets his way, I don’t have any legal power in this situation.” Steve concluded, making Y/N eyes swell with tears.

“How, how can I give you the rights that you deserve?” Y/N begged, she didn’t know who she was begging, but she was on her knees, looking for help.

“I don’t know, bubba…unless…” Steve’s brow furrowed, as he sat deep in thought.

“What, what is it?” Y/N asked him frantically.

“Unless you marry me?” Y/N laughed shaking her head, falling back onto her bum, and laying her hands down flat behind her.

“Shouldn’t you be the one on your knees?” Y/N jested, looking down, still shaking her head in disapproval.

“This isn’t a joke, Y/N.” Y/N’s smile disappeared, and she slowly peaked up to look at Steve, whose face was stone.

Y/N shuffled backwards, as Steve crawled off the bed, moving onto one of his knees onto the floor.

“Will you marry me?”

A/N: Holy shit, well that was an eventful chapter!!!

Part Twenty-Two//

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