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bountydroid · 13 days

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Darlin' pt 9

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 6 / pt 7(SMUT) / pt 8 / pt 10 (SMUT)

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader

Description: Cooper gets vulnerable as they head to Moldaver.

TW: Angsty

Notes: Sorry this is a little shorter, I wanted to get something out for you guys since it has been so long. I appreciate your patience. Darlin' will end at the end of the TV series. So probably 1-3 more parts I haven't decided yet.

Sweat dripped down my face as my brows creased together. The very limited charm of the Wastelands has completely left, leaving me sweaty, angry, and very very tired. Cooper and I haven't said a word to each other since we left Sorrel behind. I know that he knows that I want answers, that I am upset, that I am scared. Instead of explaining himself, however, he stayed silent. This only increased my worries. My thoughts and fears ran rampant in my brain as I thought of every possibility. This woman, she meant something to him. I hoped that she was maybe a family member or a close friend. I knew it was likely false hope, but the thought of everything between me and Cooper was a lie? That he was leading me to a lover? I couldn't handle that thought, it was eating me alive.

"Should be a couple o' days more walkin' darlin'. You think your little legs can handle that?" He jested, trying to improve the gloomy mood that hung over us.

"Okay," I whispered back, I didn't know if he even heard me as I kept my eyes trained on my feet. I watched the sand move around my shoes like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Anything to keep my mind off of her. I could feel his eyes on me as he looked behind him, taking in my defeated form.

"It ain't what ya think." He says as he stops walking, finally addressing the issue. "It ain't like that."

"Whatever you say," I mumbled again as I brushed past him. I could feel his hand wrap around my wrist as he tugged me backward against his chest.

"Listen to me damn it." He said angrily as he held me tight against him. I could feel myself starting to shake. I've been fighting the tears this whole time, but his raised voice finally broke the dam causing a broken sob to leave my mouth.

"Don't yell at me." I cried out, frustrated at his reaction. I wanted him to kiss me, to coo at me, to hold me tight, but that wasn't the kind of man he was. He was just as broken as I was, and the years of wandering the Wastelands on his own left him an angry old man.

"There ain't nothing worth cryin' about." He said as he spun me around to face him, "So stop it. Now."

"Oh, am I inconveniencin’ you?" Venom slipped out of my mouth as I finally met his eyes, "Better leave me here then and just go after her."

He sighed, clearly annoyed as he pinched the leathery skin between his eyes. "You can be so damn stubborn." He mumbled. After he said that I let out an annoyed huff before turning back around with every intention of storming off, but before I could, he grabbed my arm again. "Stop it."

"Who is she then? When did our little adventure go from hunting bounties to hunting her?" I rambled angrily, not being able to keep the questions in any longer. "And when were you gonna tell me you are 200 years old? When did you meet her? You've been in the ground a long time, is she 200 years old? Is she your wife-"

"She's not my wife." He interrupted as he pinched my lips together to silence me. There was a moment of silence before he let my face go. Instead of continuing to berate him, I opted to stay quiet and rub my sore lips. "I ain't used to having someone I gotta explain myself to." He continued.

"You make it sound like such a chore." I scoffed out.

"Just listen to me, damn it. She's not my wife. She's not a lover. So, settle down." He huffed angrily.

I silently stared up at him waiting for him to continue, to explain the pieces I was missing, however as time went on it became clear he wasn’t going to say anything else. My face changed from anger to disbelief as he stared down at me with his signature stony expression. I wanted to scream at him. To yell in his face. To berate him for keeping me in the dark. Instead, I just turned around quietly and started walking in the direction we were going earlier before shooting back at him with an aloof tone. “Whatever you say.”

I heard him scoff behind me, but this time he didn’t stop me from walking away. Instead, he chose to yell after me. “Does my age bother you? Me bein’ a ghoul is fine but an old ghoul? That's too gross for you?”

I stopped dead in my tracks before I whipped around to face him again. The look of disbelief still graced my face. “Of course that doesn’t bother me, Cooper. I can’t believe you would think that.” I could feel the tears returning to my eyes as we stood there staring at each other. “It’s the secrets that bother me. I told you everything about myself, but all you’ve told me is you had a wife and a daughter at some point. I’ve given you everything-“

“I know. I know darlin’.” He interrupted me as he walked up towards me. His scarred hands quickly found my cheeks as he cupped my face gently. The annoyed look he’d worn on his face this entire argument was gone, instead replaced with a look of sadness. “You deserve better than me.”

“Don’t.” I responded quickly, “Don’t do that. I am not gonna let you push me away Coop.”

He gave me a sad smile before dropping his hands from my face, “Guess I am stuck with you then?”

I let out a surprised laugh as I grabbed ahold of his hands. “Yea. So you better start treatin’ me right.” I teased.

His sad smile was exchanged for a happier one as he looked down at our joined hands. “How about we keep goin’ and find a place to stay for the night?”

I nodded my head quietly as I gave him a small peck on the lips before turning around, and dragging him close behind me. He scoffed and shook his head in disbelief, he had no idea what he had done to deserve love. He was a cold, hard man who thought he'd live the rest of his life alone and he had been fine with that.

My mouth hung open in shock as we sat around the fire. Cooper explained everything, the vaults, the experiments, and his wife's role in everything. We took little breaks here and there, as it was clear this was hard on Coop. He hadn't told anyone about these things even before the bombs dropped. If he was a softer man, he would've cried. I sat still and listened carefully while casually rubbing his back with reassurance. I was happy that he felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with me.

"And Moldaver, well she was the woman who helped me realize the truth about my wife. Now that I know she is alive, I am hopin' she knows where my daughter is." He explained quietly, a look of defeat on his face.

"Do ya think she's still alive?" I asked tentatively.

"If Moldaver is, I don't see why not." He responded.

I nodded my head quietly as I tried my best to take in all of this information. This was beyond me, and we both knew it.

"Well, I'll help you find her," I said giving him a small smile.

He scoffed as he he frowned. "You don't have to, it'll be dangerous darlin'."

"I know." I said reassuringly, "But we are a team now." I kissed him on the cheek softly, my lips lingering on his face. "You are stuck with my Cooper Howard."

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cannedpickledpeaches · 4 months

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Beneficial Marriage

Jade x Reader

You’ve thought about it long and hard. Yes, this is the conclusion you came to. A way to secure your future.

You slam your hands on the table as you stand, your eyes boring into Jade’s face. He continues writing in the Lounge’s ledger book without moving from his seat. You would have thought he didn’t take any notice of your abrupt action, but the slight upwards quirk of his lips gives him away.

“As I thought, I have to get married to a competent person!”

You think you hear him exhale a quick puff of air, something that barely qualifies as laughter.

“Is ‘competent’ truly the word you are looking for?” He flips a page, eyes still trained on the numbers. “Surely, you must have meant ‘wonderful,’ ‘kind,’ ‘compassionate,’ ‘loving,’ or something along those lines, no?”

“Those would be nice, too. But competent definitely is my priority. A useless partner is just dead weight on my shoulders, right? There’s no way I can marry someone who’ll drag me down.”

What brought this on was the recent success of your clothing brand. Your wares focus on making human fashion trends comfortable to wear for all manner of beastkin. Tails, ears, fur, horns, you name it and there’s a category in your online shop for it. It is not a new concept, but it is still true that most trending clothes are created with regular humans in mind. It certainly did not hurt for Vil to casually mention your shop in his recent Magicam post.

“If my success continues, doesn’t this mean I have the potential to really make a lot of money?” You have a surprisingly good business sense, so you think you have a pretty good chance of keeping your brand afloat. But with great money comes great responsibility. “I don’t want to get exploited by a partner for my money, nor do I want my partner to be an idiot who makes growing my business difficult. So it’ll be best if they’re competent and have no issues with managing their own income. They could even help out with mine, although I’m aware that might be asking for too much.”

Jade notes down some calculations, flawlessly multitasking between managing the ledger and listening to you. He hasn’t looked up at you once, but you can tell he’s finding great entertainment in listening to your ramblings. The barely restrained grin on his lips is a dead giveaway.

“You underestimate the greed some possess. Even a businessman with a flourishing company may attempt to steal yours.”

“Well then, I imagine my judgement of character will be so good that I can filter out those people right away.” His shoulders shake slightly. Is he stifling a laugh? “Don’t laugh at me. I’m being serious here.”

“Don’t you think,” he says, closing the ledger, “the fact that you remain friends with me indicates your poor skills in judgement?”

“Don’t be edgy. It’s making you exude middle-schooler vibes.” You dramatically place a hand over your chest and close your eyes in mock sorrow. “Stay away from me for your own good! I’m dangerous!”

Jade finally chuckles audibly, hiding his grin behind a gloved hand. You open one eye out of curiosity. His sharp eyes dart up to meet yours. There’s a curve to them that only exists when the smile is genuine. You aren’t sure how happy you are to be the source of his entertainment.

“How interesting it is to hear that is how you perceive my words. I will be more careful with what I say in the future.”

“Whatever, we’re off topic.” You cross your arms and shifting your weight from one foot to the other. In your excitement, you’ve forgotten you have the option to sit back down. “I’m still thinking about my requirements for a partner.”

“Why are you in such a hurry?” He leans forward in his seat and tilts his head. He must find your dilemma funny. Certainly, he wouldn’t have any troubles finding a partner, the son of rich parents that he is. “We are still young.”

“And no longer in school! Meeting people has never been so difficult.” It’s not that you don’t socialize. Networking is important for business, after all. Unfortunately, nobody so far has met your standards. “If I lower my expectations, my successful and worry-free future will be compromised!”

“There is nothing wrong with staying single.”

You look to the side, pursing your lips. A slight flush settles on your cheeks. When you reply, it is barely above a whisper.

“Maybe I kind of, sort of, just a tiny bit, want a relationship.”

Jade doesn’t look surprised. If anything, his grin grows bigger and shows a few too many serrated teeth.

“There is nothing wrong with that, either. If it will ease your troubles, may I propose a solution?” He reaches across the table and reaches for your hand. You meet him halfway. Your fingers rest in his palm lightly, with enough control to yank back at a moment’s notice if he decides to pull something unhinged just to tease you. He doesn’t do so, but his expression puts you on alert. “Wouldn’t you agree that I am competent enough to be a candidate for your partner?”

You blink once. Twice.

“What kind of bull—”

You snap your mouth shut. Upon further thought, it’s not a bad offer. You’ve known Jade for years. He’s shifty but reliable when you need him to be. Despite your wariness around his hidden motives and his constant sense of schadenfreude, there’s an underlying unspoken trust between both of you. If it comes down to it, you’re confident you can, to some extent, counter his schemes. His family is rich, he’s set to inherit the business, and he’s capable enough to run it properly. Actually, isn’t he a pretty good choice?

“I’ll consider it.”

It’s worrisome how his smile looks like that of a cat that caught the canary, but you suppose he’s always been like that. You can cut him some slack this time. You don’t even withdraw your hand when he pulls it to his lips.

“I am very pleased to hear that.”

“Only for consideration, okay? I haven’t made a decision yet. But even if I do,” your eyes drift to the ceiling in thought, “it should be fine. Couples can always break up, engagements can be annulled, even marriages can be broken by a divorce. So really, I have nothing to worry about!”

He presses his cheek to the palm of your hand, his grin seeming about to split his face in half. He murmurs against your skin in a tone that sounds more like a promise than a goal.

“Rest assured that if you truly choose to be mine, I have no plans on letting you go.” His eyes, sparkling in mischief and withheld laughter, curve with his smile. “So do take your time and think long and hard about it. I will patiently await your answer.”

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thebetawolfgirl · 6 months

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Mine

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, smut. Famous reader, famous Timmy.

Mine

He shouldn’t be doing this, he hated cheating on Heather but he couldn’t stay away from her.

She listened to him, made him feel seen, he didn’t treat him with kid gloves and she also didn’t treat him like some big shot celebrity. He was just Timmy to her, as he had always been to her.

Heather was a lovely girl, beautiful and smart. But all she cared about was Timothée’s fame, whenever

he got invited to a big Hollywood party and he didn’t want to go, she would kick off saying he was being selfish for not wanting to go and show face. When really, she just wanted to be seen and photographed with him. The Greatest Hollywood actor of his time, Timmy rolled his eyes thinking about it.

Y/n couldn’t have cared less about his fame or the big Hollywood parties, she would rather sit at home and have a movie night.

He remembered the moment he lay eyes on her, it was at The Governor’s Ball thing and the room was filled with an excited buzz because someone heard that Y/n

Y/L/N was rumoured to be attending the ball. She rarely ever attended these events because she wasn’t really impressed with the whole Hollywood thing, but because this was for a good cause she decided to accept this invite.

When she walked into the room Timothée couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was stunning, she looked as if she had just descended from Heaven and graced the earth with her presence for this one night. She made her way around the room talking to everyone, and he meant everyone. She even spoke briefly to the waiters who took her drink orders, everyone adored her. Timmy knew he had to talk to her so slowly made his way over to her to introduce himself, as he got closer to her table he saw she was talking to DiCaprio and they were discussing his foundation and overheard some of their conversation.

‘It’s so incredible how far the foundation has come, you’re doing amazing work Leo. I doubt you need my help, but if you do need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I have some good friends in the Marine Biology sector who will be more than happy to help.’ She smiles as Leo takes her in his large ones and thanks her profoundly for all her support!

As Leo leaves the table Timmy hesitantly approaches the seat across from her. ‘Miss y/l/n, hello I’m-‘

‘Timothée Chalamet. I’m such a huge fan of your work.’ She gives him a smile he knows no one else in the room has received as his green eyes went wide as spaceships.

‘Really? You know who I am??’

He squeaked taking her extended hand. It was so soft.

‘Yes, I saw you in the Prodigal Son in broadway, then your big debut in Interstellar.’

He shakes his head blushing ‘Oh I didn’t have a very big role in that as I thought I would.’

‘From the way Matthew gushed about you, you wouldn’t know that.’

She smiled looking at him, she thought he was so charming. His humility was endearing, every time she praised him for something he would go on to praise his fellow costars instead of taking the credit for himself, that sort of person was rare to find. That’s one of the reasons she never attended these things, everyone she ever spoke to, with the acception of DiCaprio, was so vapid and vain. She found it disgusting.

She could tell right away Timmy wasn’t like this, the way he spoke, he was considerate, intelligent and kind and passionate about what he did. She could’ve sat and spoke to him all evening, it was intellectually stimulating to talk about anything and everything, she could feel the spark between them. But she also saw when she arrived that he had brought a date, so she assumed he had a girlfriend.

‘Could I maybe, maybe I’m being rude, but I would very much like to see you again.’ He rambled nervously and her heart skipped a beat as she smiled and blurted out without thinking ‘Yes I would love to see you again. But what about your girlfriend?’

He looked over at Heather who was currently talking to Greta Gerwig and returned his eyes to y/n

‘She’s just a young lady I asked to accompany me tonight.’

Y/n shook her head and smiled shaking her head ‘You’re an awful liar.’ She giggled as he covered his face with his hands feeling embarrassed at being caught out. ‘I know, I know I’ve always sucked at lying.’

Y/n only giggled more taking his hands from his face and looked at him ‘What are you doing tomorrow?’

‘I I, nothing I can clear my schedule.’

He stammered looking at her wide eyed.

‘Then it’s settled, we will have a very important meeting where breakfast will be included.’ She put on a mock serious face before winking and smiling and stood up, he stood with her taking her hand and bending down to kiss her knuckles ‘Until tomorrow then, Miss Y/L\N.’

She placed her fingers on his lips making his gulp ‘Call me y/n, Timmy.’

That was 2 months ago, after that first breakfast date they became inseparable, they kept their interactions low key so the paps wouldn’t get a hold of them.

Now he was at her house, trailing his lips down her neck as she ran her fingers through his hair before dragging her hands under his t-shirt and over his back making him shiver against her, he bit down gently on her shoulder causing her to gasp.

‘Timmy.’ She whispered his name against his ear before pulling his T-shirt over his head and off him.

He lifted her top off her and tossed it with his own and kissed her lips gently, she kissed him back deepening the kiss and pushed him to sit up before climbing onto his lap.

He gripped her waist looking up at her with wide eyes and placed his hand flat against her torso before sliding his fingers up grabbing each of her breasts over her bra then slid his fingers up her neck before wrapping his hand around her throat as let her head fall back between her shoulders letting him kiss her skin, he gripped the waistband of her jeans unbuttoning them as he continued leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck.

She pulled him closer against her body and wrapped her arms around his shoulders before grabbing his face placing an open mouth kiss against his lips and ground against his sweatpants feeling his cock grow beneath her as he tightened his grip around her waist and deepened the kiss and pulled her lace bralette off her and buried his face into her neck, breathing in her natural floral scent and ran his hands up her smooth back as she raked her fingers through his messy curls messing them up even more.

She begins rocking against him grounding her hips down against his crotch, she moves to kiss his neck as he pulled her jeans down her hips trying to get them off her,

They fell backwards on the couch with her pinning him underneath her as she reached up and kissed him full on the lips rocking harder against him as he slid her jeans down her thighs and pulled her knees up on either side of him.

She moved her hands down to his sweatpants and pushed them down his legs before he slid into her from underneath as he continued to kiss her, she gasped as she sank down on him and began to ride him.

He buried his face against her neck and held onto her for dear life as she rode him hard, breathing hard.

He rut his hips up against hers meeting her thrusts making her gasp against his ear, she grips his shoulders and sits up and began moving up and down on his cock. He slid his hands up her torso and gripped her breasts pinching her nipples as she threw her head back, groaning.

He sat up and attacked her neck with wet kisses and light bites on her skin, and began rutting into her as deep as he could making her gasps audibly and grip his hair.

‘Timmy, harder.’ She breathed out against his ear, he pushed her down onto her back and began slamming into her as hard as he could. He crushes his lips against hers clashing their teeth together, he wrapped his arms under her waist pulling her closer against him and slammed into her panting against her neck.

They came together in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat as they felt their damp skin sticking.

He felt her leave small kisses along his shoulder and nuzzled her neck releasing a small whimper as she dragged the throw from the back of the sofa over them as he placed kissed along any skin he could reach as she pushed his still damp hair from his even more damp face.

It was wrong, they knew it. Timmy knew it especially. But he couldn’t muster up an ounce of guilt for Heather as he nuzzled his nose against hers and whispered

‘Mine.’ Over and over again.

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eunseoksimp · 2 months

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Hi! Can you write jealous reader x Sungchan (could be same y/n from poison)

You writing is so good !!x

hey anon, thank you so much for your kind words. i wrote a completely different reader because all my poison creative juices have been exhausted, i hope you don’t mind.

i also low-key got carried away with the insanity, this might be a step further than simple jealousy whoops.

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it wasn’t a hidden fact that the bounds of your jealousy did not mirror those of a normal person.

you found that you tended to like people a lot more passionately than others, but you assumed it was overall a healthy amount of course, the type that any person might feel when they liked someone.

that was until you met jung sungchan.

you weren’t sure what it was about him that induced a scary amount of rage every time you saw him draw near to another girl.

you had no right to dictate who he could and couldn’t speak to, because the truth was that the relationship between you and sungchan was complicated.

you couldn’t exactly call each other lovers, but the things that you both did was nothing becoming of friends. so you were stuck in a weird sort of limbo, forced to ramble to your best friends and hope it would alleviate the burning flame that resided in your chest.

‘i don’t get it. it’s not like the both of you are dating, so why do you care that he’s around other girls?’ wonbin spoke up, tossing another skittle into his mouth successfully.

‘she likes him stupid, why else would she feel this way?’ chaewon, who was resting her head on her shoulder had her eyes closed, almost as if she was sleeping, but you knew she was listening.

‘my point is, if you like him why don’t you tell him that?’

you loved wonbin, you really did, but sometimes you wondered how someone so pretty could be so empty headed. he often was unable to pick up on context clues and you thanked god that chaewon was always with you, otherwise you might go crazy.

‘i don’t want to ruin our friendship. what if i lose him forever.’

‘i’m pretty sure your so called friendship was ruined the moment you both decided to fuck like rabbits,’ you lifted your head to give wonbin the middle finger, but quickly dropped it as you sighed.

a drunken night at a party is what led to the situation you were in. at the time you were sure that it was nothing more than sex, and given that the both of you were best friends and trusted each other more than anything, you decided on keeping a friends with benefits dynamic.

it was great at first, being able to sleep with someone without having to worry about feelings, or inviting strangers into your home and your body. sungchan was such a gentleman, looking after you in and out of the bedroom.

when you fucked, it was magical. he was always more concerned with your pleasure than he was his, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your first before he would finally retire for the night, satisfied that you enjoyed yourself.

eventually, you found yourself craving intimacy outside of the bedroom, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay over after to cuddle, or to make the both of you a quick meal.

before you knew it, you started to become dependent on sungchan, needing him nearby at all times, wanting to be the only one he touched, or the only one he looked at. there was a desperate desire for him to be with you forever, and you thrived off of the feelings you got whenever he touched you.

‘i hate that he talks to other girls. it makes me want to hurt them,’ you confessed, truthfully, because you felt like you could trust your friends.

for the first time since you had started your conversation, chaewon’s eyes opened, scrambling to hold your head in her hands as she stared directly at yours.

‘you’re joking. right?’ a part of him knew the answer to that question, chuckling nervously as he observed you.

‘she’s not. that’s the scary part.’

lately it felt like your feelings for sungchan were bordering on obsession. you relied on him heavily for emotional support, seeking attention and validation from him in everything you did.

he had the ability to make or break your day, and you realised that as dangerous as it was, you placed the responsibility of your happiness onto him. depending on when he paid attention to you he could make you feel like you were on top of the world, or in the deepest pits of hell.

‘why is it so serious in here,’ sungchan walked into a tension-filled room, duffle bag slung over his shoulder, hood covering his messy hair.

chaewon moved away to make room for him and wonbin cleared his throat, but you paid no attention to them both, a wide smile forming on your face as you looked at the man you were in love with, even without trying he was beautiful, the ability to take your breath away something that came so easy to him.

‘hey,’ he was standing in front of you, crouching down till you were eye level, his smile mirroring yours as he messed with your hair. there was no way he couldn’t feel the intense connection between the both of you, how perfect you both were for each other.

‘where were you?’

‘karina needed some help so i stayed behind. she got me some coffee to thank me,’ he was nonchalant in what he was saying, but you furrowed your eyebrows at the pink that faintly painted his cheeks.

‘you’ve been spending a lot of time with karina lately,’ you dug your fingernails into your palm, hating the mention of her name.

karina, or yu jimin as written on her birth certificate, was the evil bitch trying to keep you away from sungchan. ever since they started sharing some classes together she had been hanging around him more and more, like a fly hovering over him so persistently.

you recall moments where sungchan would cancel your movie nights, or invite her out when your group would go to the cinema together, or even eat. it drove you mad, watching her flip her hair over her shoulder, flashing him a smile as she playfully pushed his shoulder.

each time your stomach would turn and it would make you want to throw up on the spot. why was she trying to steal your favourite person?

‘i actually wanted to tell you guys something. i-um, we’re going on a date this saturday,’ his eyes darted towards yours and you chew on your bottom lip, afraid to allow your thoughts to spill out.

you were sure he felt the same way you did. he had to with the way he looked at you. he wouldn’t be able to fuck you so good if he didn’t.

so why did he need another girl? what did karina have that you didn’t? how desperately did she push up on sungchan to get him to fall for her.

‘i have to go,’ you stood up abruptly, grabbing your things from beside you and making a beeline for the door, suddenly feeling the room close in on you. you could hear sungchan’s hurried footsteps coming after you, but it only made you want to go faster.

‘please slow down, i need to know if you’re okay,’ he finally succeeded in grabbing a hold of you, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath for a couple of seconds.

‘do you love her,’ your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as you looked at him expectantly, awaiting his answer.

‘love? what no, i barely know her.’

‘then why are you taking her out?’ a tear spilled down your cheek, but you refused to make an attempt to wipe it.

‘i just- i like her i think,’ you could tell he was trying his hardest not to hurt your feelings, but it only made your heart ache more. how could someone so sweet, someone so caring, want to be with karina and not with you?

how could you carry on knowing the one you love unconditionally, the one that you go to for everything, the one who helped you breathe, was thinking about another girl.

it was hard to hear, to see that his whole world did not revolve around you, like yours did around his. that not hearing from him made you anxious and paranoid that he would one day abandon you.

‘i still want us to be friends, you mean so much to me,’ he was sincere in his words, but your ears were ringing as you thought about the date he would be on with that girl tomorrow.

it left a bitter taste in your mouth, and the rational part of your mind would tell you to see this as a sign to move on, to look for someone else who would love you the way you wanted.

but the loss of sungchan was just too much to bear, so much so that you would do anything to keep him.

this was why you spent the rest of your night stalking through her instagram pages, seeing her likes and dislikes, her personal style.

it was why you were haphazardly dying your hair blonde, having only the tiny mirror in your bathroom to guide you.

it was also why you desperately searched in your cupboard for clothes with the same cuts, or prints as her.

you were changing your self-identity slowly, lost in the hope that this would make sungchan return back to you.

maybe then he would like you.

and when you showed up to sungchan’s house, merely a few hours before he was meant to go on his date, you took the shock on his face to mean a good thing.

‘you look… different,’ his voice trailed off, carefully studying your features.

he was always so perceptive, you were sure he had figured things out by now. but that didn’t matter, as long as you could keep his attention on you for a little while longer.

a faint line between faith and blindly waiting.

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I'm listening to Emma as my falling-asleep audiobook right now and I'm thinking a lot about Harriet. The movie adaptations very often have her remaining friends with Emma after the end, but the book says their relationship sank into mere acquaintances after that. Is that a personality thing, do you think, or is it a class thing? And why the difference in the adaptations? I have my own thoughts but I'd like to hear yours.

It is definitely a class thing.

I think one of the reasons Emma can be unpalatable to modern audiences is because it ends with a restoration of a social order that we find repulsive today. How is it fair that Jane Fairfax, born as lower gentry, gets to marry into Enscombe but Harriet Smith, the natural daughter of a tradesman, 'deserves' only Robert Martin and is basically ejected from membership in Highbury's gentry class? And that's a good thing? The adaptations maintain the Emma and Harriet friendship because the way the book ends really appalls a lot of modern readers.

(Also, never really talking about the age difference between Emma and Knightley was a great choice in Emma 2020 because that is not people's favourite either.)

I think the most charitable way to look at it is that Harriet always wanted Robert Martin. She loved staying there over the summer, the family was extremely kind and loving towards her, and her status as a natural child would be largely ignored. Emma's interference gave her ideas above her station... ug, veering into territory I don't love again... but then again, could Harriet have ever succeeded at marrying into the gentry? Probably not on Emma's sponsorship.

There are only two characters that a member of the gentry tries to move from "middle class" (I know it's not really the middle class) to gentry, George Wickham and Harriet Smith. Both attempts are disasters. Captain Wentworth, Fanny/William Price, and Jane Fairfax are all born into the lower gentry and they climb higher, which seems to be fine. There are a bunch of characters who go from extremely wealthy trade to gentry, the Jennings (Mrs. Jennings, Lady Middleton, and Charlotte Palmer) and the Bingleys. They seem to be fine, Charles Bingley at least is portrayed positively.

I don't know what the message is there. The Gardiners are presented as gentleman-like but have no apparent intentions of jumping class. Does that make them good? As someone raised in Canada whose worldview is rooted in The American Dream Lite, it's hard for me to appreciate the upholding of a classist system. Jane Austen herself was clinging to gentry status by her fingernails, so why does she write a novel that glorifies almost everyone staying exactly where birth placed them? Jane Fairfax can improve herself and be worthy of a rich marriage but not Harriet? I guess Harriet never improves herself much though, but she hasn't had the same opportunities as Jane F...

But then the very next novel, Persuasion, seems very anti-classist!

Something about hubris...

I actually feel sorry for Emma at the end of the book. She got a husband, sure, but she loses a friend. She has Mrs. Weston still, but she'll be busy with her baby, she loses Harriet, Jane Fairfax is gone (again), and she's still stuck in Highbury, which has become worse because Mrs. Elton is there now. She just remains as much trapped and limited as she was before...

Anyway, that is my long and rambling answer. I'm not very happy with the ending of Emma. If someone who does like it wants to defend, you are more than welcome.

(I do think there might be something to like, this is how the class system could work well if everyone actually did their jobs. Knightley is the perfect, model landlord. Cares for the poor, lives at his estate, involved in running it etc. Emma does her duty to the poor, everyone seems to do well under their United management)

#emma #emma woodhouse #the end of the novel #harriet smith #punish those who dream above their station #I guess? I donno

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sturniolowhore · 5 months

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☁️ BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND #6

summary ⎯ venus has had her eyes on her brother's best friend chris for as long as she can remember but she is far too scared that's all she is to him, his best friend's little sister. what happens when she realises he sees her in a different light and how will she and chris keep it hidden from her brother who has always told his friends never to meddle about with his sister.

part one! ♯ part two! ♯ part three! ♯ part four! ♯

part five!

warnings ⎯ suggestive and sexual, eventual smut, chris x fem!oc, fluff, cursing, kind of angst (?)

A/N ⎯ finally working on something with parts to it so i'm excited!! as a reminder, leo and venus do not exist irl, i just chose any random names for the sake of the story.

i hope you enjoy <3

CHAPTER A/N ⎯ i was supposed to be studying but i decided to write this instead. this is based on a request i got about chris and a volleyball reader but seeing as venus is already a volleyball player, i thought i'd just include it here. it isn't letting me reply directly to the request but this is for you anonymous. this is also the final chapter of brother's best friend, i hope you all loved it!! i'll start working on my other requests once exams are over <3

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"matt hurry the fuck up! i'm not going to be late," chris' voice travels from downstairs to matt's room and a few moments after, matt comes trotting down the stairs with an apologetic expression on his face.

"fucking finally, i thought kid's ears were going to start releasing steam because of how annoyed he was," nick gestures towards chris who rolls his eyes but chooses not to respond, instead opening the front door and making his way quickly to matt's car because matt decided he didn't mind taking all of them to venus' volleyball match.

it's one of the final matches in this new tournament her team is competing in and it's honestly a pretty big deal. if they make it through this competition within the top three spots, they'll qualify to the next competition. venus has been going on about it and chris honestly finds it adorable; he loves listening to her ramble and explain every little detail excitedly. he also loves going to support her in every match. he hasn't missed a single one since they got together and he doesn't plan on doing so either which is exactly why he's annoyed at matt for taking so long. he doesn't want venus to think he isn't coming to cheer her on before the start of a very important game.

"relax we're going to make it on time, i promise," matt reassures him as he steps into the driver's seat and begins pulling out of the driveway.

chris doesn't really pay attention to the conversations happening in the car as they continue to approach their destination because he's too busy thinking about seeing venus in her element. he doesn't even completely register matt parking the car until the car door at the back opens and nick steps out of the car. chris follows with an eager smile planted across his face as they make it towards the top of the stands where family and friends of players can easily find one another.

as soon as they reach the top, chris immediately spots leo who's busy texting on his phone. he approaches his best friend and pushes his back slightly, making him jump but then break out into a large smile.

"you're here, thank fuck. venus keeps messaging me to ask if you're here," leo shakes his head, turning his phone so chris can read the multiple exchanges back and forth between the siblings where venus is doing exactly that.

chris isn't by any means late, in fact the match isn't set to start for another fifteen minutes but he's usually a lot earlier, staying with venus behind closed doors and reassuring her until the game begins. he feels bad that she probably has been worrying all on her own, without him there to tell her it'll all be okay.

"where is she?" he asks leo with a frown and leo tells him the specific room number she's occupied alone and so he quickly parts ways with his best friend and brothers, their chatter with one another fading as he walks away to the room.

he knocks on the door a couple times and waits until he hears the familiar sound, "come in."

he opens the door and sees venus physically ease, the tension in her shoulders disappearing slightly at the mere sight of him. he opens his arms out for her and she steps into his embrace with no difficulty, pressing a small kiss to his cheek and inhaling his scent to provide herself with a form of stability within the nerves that are circling through her.

"hey ma," he whispers into the hug before she pulls away, a nervous look now planted across her face that makes chris' heart swell slightly.

"i'm sorry, i'm just worried," she tells him when she notices the sympathetic gaze he's giving her.

she doesn't want to be on the receiving end of sympathy but it's so hard for her to mask her feelings around her boyfriend. there's something about chris that makes it so easy to be her genuine self and showcase her genuine feelings. she's rather grateful for it because she doesn't feel like she has to be someone else or put on a facade of some sort just so chris likes her and can handle her. he likes her for who she is, flaws included and that makes her heart feel full.

"venus, i barely knew anything about volleyball before i became your boyfriend and then the moment i did, i became some sort of expert all because of you. you weren't even making me feel bored when you taught me everything because it was so obvious you loved everything about what you were saying. this is your thing saturn and every single game i come to, everyone in the crowd has eyes on you, especially me. you're going to be amazing and i'm going to be here watching you and cheering you on through every last minute, okay?"

venus nothing short of melts due to his words. they travel straight to her heart and for a moment, she's unable to do anything, too thankful and in utter adoration of the person standing in front of her. she eventually does connect their lips and it's her way of responding to chris without having to say anything at all. the kiss is intense because she's pouring every ounce of admiration she has for him into it. she doesn't ever want to pull apart because of how right his lips feel against hers. it's not even sexual she finds herself thinking, it's pure and fierce and as though she's a warrior defending the love she has for chris.

the love she has for chris.

neither one of them has said anything about love just yet but venus knows when she looks at chris, when she hears his voice, when he's simply him; she is in love. when they pull apart, she knows for certain the emotion running through her veins is real and she'd be damned if she doesn't tell chris exactly what she's thinking.

"chris..." there's a pause where he nods his head and smiles at her softly, making every last bit of doubt fly out of her, "i love you."

the smile she receives reminds her why she loves him. he looks so fucking thrilled at the thought of her loving him and his cheeks turn the slightest bit pink. she thinks he looks beyond adorable and when he starts to reply, she swears she loses sense of anything but him and the sound of his gentle voice.

"i'm in love with you," it's like reassurance for something she never even knew she needed.

there is no doubt in her head that she loves chris but the thought that he might not love her is always present. now, it's not as though she thinks it's chris' obligation to love her but the emotions she feels when he confirms that he does feel the same are greater than any before.

"come here," he pulls her into his chest and hugs her so tightly, she can almost feel his love transferring onto her.

"now come on, you're going to go out there and be the best player ever like i know you are," he turns her body around and leads her closer to the door.

he watches the slight sway in her body as she walks for a few steps and god he's so in love with everything about her. his hands go to either side of her waist and stop her in her tracks. she doesn't turn around, simply waits for him and practically shudders when he pushes her beautiful ponytail over her left shoulder and his lips brush against her neck from the right.

"those shorts are going to be the end of me," he speaks against her skin and she laughs, relishing in the soft touch he provides.

he steps back and admires her before delivering a small, playful slap to her ass that makes her body jolt in a way he wants to replay in his mind forever. she turns around with a sheepish grin and he can't help but return the expression.

"let's make a deal," he tells her and she raises her brows at him, turning around entirely so now their eyes are looking into one another’s.

"when you win, i'm going to lower those shorts just a little so i can fuck your brains out," he whispers and she splutters on air before a smirk settles on her face.

the way he says when instead of if makes her heart flutter and his words certainly aren't helping but, in all honesty, she loves the sound of them. she nods her head in agreement eagerly, "remember that time you said you'd make the fuck out with me if i won?"

she reminds him of the time before they even got together where he was about to say something along those lines before leo walked in and he beams at her. of fucking course, he remembers but knowing she remembers just as well makes it all the more worth it.

"what are you trying to say?" he's teasing because he knows exactly what she means; to be frank, he just wants to hear her say it.

the smirk doesn't leave her face when she answers, "you can do exactly that whilst i sit on that pretty little lap in these exact shorts."

he groans. he actually groans at the thought and she loves the way she can see the effect she has on him because she's more than aware he has the same effect on her. they both drive each other crazy and they truly love it beyond words can explain.

"guess my dreams are gonna come true. come on, let's go before your team wonders where you are. good luck ma," he presses a short but sweet kiss to her lips and she smiles into it, thanking him shortly before they go separate ways to their respective areas.

chris returns to the stands where his brothers and leo are looking around for him with a grin on his face. when they spot him, they finally sit back down in relief.

"took your fucking time," leo narrows his eyes at him in suspicion.

if only he knew.

"i was helping saturn," he shrugs, blocking out their responses and glancing at the time displayed on one of the screens extremely close by.

two more minutes until he knows venus will absolutely destroy the other team. two more minutes until he's guaranteed to fuck her in those pretty little shorts. two minutes until he's the proudest boyfriend all over again for yet another game.

maybe he just really wants to see venus play but the two minutes seem to drag for an eternity so when the players finally get into their positions, he sits up in his seat and quickly locates venus. a proud smile settles on his face when he notes she's going to be the one to serve. even if she wasn't serving though, he can’t confirm that he'd be looking at the game because all he can seem to do is stare at her.

the whistle blows to signal the start of the game and her serve is perfect, in fact everything about her is perfect and chris is in complete awe. he watches the game eagerly, not peeling his eyes away from her for even a second and grinning like never before when her team's points pile up in contrast to other team's few. he observes her every move and anytime she's the one to score, he goes absolutely crazy. people even turn back to stare at who's making such commotion but he doesn't care in the slightest; he's here to support his girlfriend and that's exactly what he's doing.

after around an hour and ten minutes, the game comes to a close and that means their team is through to the next round. chris goes insane in the crowds and he can hear his brothers and leo doing the exact same. he watches as venus looks to stand to find him and when she does, the smile on her face is the prettiest thing he has ever seen. he beams at her, clapping loudly, making her shake her head fondly. she smirks for a second as she snaps the waistband of her shorts against her skin; chris cheers even louder at that.

"you were fucking amazing," he finally tells her when she's stepped away from leo, nick and matt.

"i was thinking about how you fuck amazing," she retorts and he laughs loudly, a glimmer in his eyes as he captures her hand in his own and leads them to matt's car.

"i should've brought my car," he groans quietly to her when the others enter the car and matt begins driving them to the triplets' house.

"patience, we'll say you're taking me out to eat and while leo stays at your house, we can go back to my place and do whatever," she responds softly and he nods his head, rubbing circles against her hand with his thumb delicately.

they do as planned and so chris takes his car and they begin driving home. the only thing on his mind is venus. every last thought is screaming her name and when she places her hand on his thigh and inches closer to his dick, he swears he loses all composure.

"venus," he warns her and when he glances to the side, she has this perfect, teasing smile on her face that he just wants to kiss senseless.

"keep driving, we're ten minutes away," she tells him but he can't for the life of him focus on the road when her hand is dangerously close to where he needs her.

the thoughts of her start getting to him and he can feel himself begin to harden in his sweatpants. he groans and starts driving faster in the hopes of getting to her house as fast as possible. she notices the increase in speed and laughs inaudibly to anyone but herself. her eyes glimmer when she notices chris getting hard and she finds herself getting more and more turned on by the second. she stares at nothing but the familiar outline being showcased through his sweatpants and her movements against his thigh go still.

he doesn't notice at first until at least a minute passes and her hand is still on his thigh and her eyes are still trained in the same spot. he grins and turns to her briefly, "you have to be good and wait saturn."

and oh fuck. he is not helping in the slightest and she starts to understand why he was so frustrated just seconds before. she needs him and she needs him now.

"chris," she whines a little and he hums in response, "i need you."

"we're just over five minutes away," he plays her at her own game and she throws her head back against the chair.

"please," she mumbles and how on earth is he meant to deny her of anything when she sounds so desperate and beautiful all for him?

they're lucky there are secluded areas nearby that people rarely go to because chris drives around a minute until they reach one and then he parks the car.

"get in the back," he instructs and she doesn't even hesitate for a second, instantly moving to climb into the back and falling into the seat when chris slaps her ass in the process.

said boy gets out of the car and slams his door shut before moving to sit beside her in the back. as soon as his back hits the seat, she moves to straddle his legs and kisses him as though she has no other purpose. the kiss is eager and desperate and shows her want flawlessly. the feeling of her grinding against him in those shorts he fucking loves gets him even harder and he just needs to be inside of her before he implodes.

"fuck baby, i need to be in you," he says against her lips and she moans in satisfaction, lifting her hips lightly in a message that chris understands immediately.

he pulls her shorts down ever so slightly so that he can align himself with her whilst she still has them sitting perfectly on her thighs and his sweatpants down to his knees. he teases her for a while, not quite giving her what she wants and she whimpers in need.

"please chris, need you so badly," she grinds harder against him and the skin on skin sensation drives him crazy.

"you have me," he smiles softly and then slams into her like he's made to do that and that alone.

she falls into his chest at the rough thrusts and he grins, his hands moving to either side of her waist to keep her upright. her pants fill the car and when she meets him halfway her with her grinding, moans start to escape his lips uncontrollably. the sound of arousal fills the air and is like music to their ears, making them increase their paces to hear the tune more.

her lips press against his whilst he slaps her ass again. he really is in love with her ass but when it's paired with his favourite shorts, he swears he's on cloud nine. he moans when she bites at his earlobe and thrusts into her faster, practically making her scream. chris loves the way she doesn't hold back from screaming her pleasure. it makes him want to thrust into her forever.

skin on skin, tongues against tongues and moans warming the car is sending them both beyond the edge. chris' thrusts are getting faster because he knows the two of them are close. he can feel her clenching around him and forming incoherent words as she moves against him.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," she yells as she presses legs against him and begins to cum, the sight making chris reach his orgasm too.

they cum together with sloppy kisses and rushed movements and they swear there's no greater feeling than the intimacy of sex and cumming together in a union of the souls.

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tags: @mattslolita @sturniolololover @mattsleftnipple03 @that-general-simp

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munsonmuses · 6 months

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Noise Complaint

Modern day AU

College Boy Eddie Munson x RA Reader

Inspiration credit to my dear friend Bug, who listens to my ramblings about being an RA at my teeny little university. And dropped the idea of Eddie being a resident. Thank you @munson-blurbs

Warnings: Shameless smut with light buildup, definitively just a bunch of hate fucking, p in v, oral (reader receiving) reader has female anatomy but isn’t referred to directly as a woman, light choking, creampies, light amateur bondage, Eddie is a shithead and kind of a bully (and kind of a kinky mf)

Word Count: 2.6k

This is mostly to tide y’all over until the next chapter of Spiritual Reserves

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You carefully walked your weekly Thursday night rounds of the building, each floor more boring than the last. A menial task between desk shifts, programs, door decs, duty phone calls and staff meetings. Lightly drumming your hands along your hips as you listened to your music through your earbuds. Humming along to Moonwalker as you finished your rounds on the fifth floor. Keying into your room and flipping down on your bed, going to close your eyes.

Until violently interrupted by the incessant ringing of your duty phone, picking up and frowning deeply to yourself. “Thank you for calling the Creel Hall Duty Phone, what seems to be the problem?” You spoke in a customer service voice, carefully waiting before hearing a familiar sigh as you quirked a brow. “Nancy?”

Your coworker, Nancy Wheeler worked the front desk while you did rounds, and called you every Thursday around midnight. Each time it was the same thing.

“Hey um, Jason Carver called again, about being unable to stay in his dorm room, as his roommate is playing music too loudly, as always…” she spoke softly as you pushed yourself to sit up, sighing in frustration.

“Room three forty nine right? Down the west wing…it’s Eddie Munson? Again?” You asked, earning a confirming hum as you wished her goodbye and pushed to your feet. Slipping on your house shoes and making the trek down to the third floor.

As you descended the stairs, the loud screeching of an electric guitar through a well abused amp grew louder. Causing your brain to rattle as you grit your teeth. Pushing down the hall and stopping at the door. There was a white board stuck to the front, with a messily scrawled poll on it, something that changed each week. Likely Munson’s doing. Although a bit of a social reject, he took attention in any way he could get it. Much to your chagrin as you pounded on the door.

And again…

And again.

By the third knock, the playing stopped as the door flew open, Eddie Munson stood with a shit eating grin. Currently chewing on spearmint gum that wafted on his breath as you crinkled your nose. Wearing nothing more than black sweats wearing the schools logo, his rings, and his hair in a low bun. Tattoos littering his arms and chest, a tattoo of gnashing fangs on his ribs as you rolled your eyes.

“To what do I owe the pleasure? Did someone narc again, or do you just wanna see me that bad, trying to sneak a free concert mmm?” He asked with a grin as you cleared your throat.

“You do this every goddamn Thursday. If it’s not loudly playing music? It’s you and your idiot friends racing the halls. Or you holding the main lobby hostage, or losing your id and getting locked out. It’s only ever on Thursdays. If anyone wants to see anyone bad, it’s you wanting to see me-“ you hissed as you jutted your chin towards the inside of his room. Signaling you wanted to be let in as he gallantly threw his arm out, gesturing for you to enter as he bowed lightly. Earning a sneer from you as he relished in your contempt. He drew a sort of joy from your anger in him, the attention was invigorating. In being refused love so much by his peers in high school, he’d learned to adore the hate that was sent his way.

Hate festers, it meant he was always in the minds who despised him, like a catchy commercial jingle from the early 2000’s.

He watched as you poked around his half of the room. Littered with posters, lewd art, and piles of clean and dirty clothes. The light smell of sweat, spearmint and pine coming with him as you scoffed lightly at him.

His amp was in the center of the floor right by the foot of his bed, something you clearly missed as you fell, landing flat on your stomach and chin on the cold tile with a sturdy thud. Groaning in pain as Eddie’s smile faltered and he immediately walked over, offering a hand to help you up.

“Holy shit I am so sorry, are you okay?” He asked as he held his hand out to you, watching as you took his forearm in your hand, before yanking him down as he met the same fate. Harshly hitting the floor as you laughed at him harshly. Snorting at him as he held his mouth, his two front teeth having lightly punctured his lip. Not enough to split it, but enough to draw blood.

“You are the only resident I have problems with…” you started as you glared at him harshly. “You’re loud, messy, pushy, you torment the hall-“ you continued as he glowered at you while sitting up.

Licking the blood from his bottom lip, he looked at you bitterly as he quietly listened, cutting you off.

“You’re a prissy, shrill, overly sensitive brat-“ he hissed, big eyes dark as he looked you over as you hummed.

“I’m doing my job Munson, I get paid to do this-“ you hissed as you looked at his lips. Full, pouty, with the crimson stain of fresh blood.

“You need to get fucking laid, maybe then you’ll pull the stick out of your ass-“ he snapped as he leaned in closer. “Stuck up bitch.”

“Idiot.” You hissed back, getting closer as you bumped the tip of your nose with his own, earning a growl from Eddie.

Your skin was prickling with heat as you stared him down. Trying not to fold as you felt his breath fanning across your lips.

Before you could fully process, he pushed his lips against yours. Harsh and feverish as you groaned into his mouth. The light taste of iron mingling with the spearmint in his mouth as you shuddered lightly. Letting him pull you in tight by your sweatshirt as you ran a hand up the back of his neck. Undoing his bun as you tangled your fingers into the base of his scalp, brown trellises of hair tangling around your fingers.

“I fucking hate you,” you hissed as you pulled back for air, glaring at him as he rolled his eyes. Discarding his gum and pulling you to stand with him.

Backing you up, he pushed you up against the metal and wood bed frame that held his shambles of bedding. Continuing his kissing at you as he pawed at your sweatshirt, getting it off and over your head as you shuddered. His hands so warm opposed to the cold trapped within the room.

“For a total bitch? You have great tits…” he murmured as he lightly took hold of them. Large and calloused hands groping and squeezing, earning soft whines and heavy breaths from you as he laughed. His thumb and forefinger taking hold of your stiffening nipples, lightly pinching and twisting as you whined out his name, clearly worked up as he laughed lightly to himself.

“You’re a lot nicer to listen too when you’re not bitching at me…” he mumbled in your ear, lightly nipping at the lobe as you shuddered harshly.

Trailing your hands down his chest, you worked your fingers down, stopping over the stiff outline of his cock as you lightly ran your hand over him and earned a light but deep groan from him. Working your other hand into his waistband as you went to work his sweats off. Earning a harsh pinch on your left nipple as you looked at him.

“We’re doing this my way. I’m in charge now.” He insisted harshly. “Now, up on the bed.” He pat your hip to motivate you, watching as you used the step stool to get up and sit on the mattress. Watching as he rooted around in his closet quietly.

He apparently found what he was searching for, coming over with a well worn black belt in hand. Quietly climbing into the bed alongside you as he hummed.

In silence, he took your wrists, wrapping the belt around them firmly, and around the wooden bar at his headboard. Pulling tight as he checked to make sure they weren’t so tight he’d cut off circulation. Once sure, he hummed in approval and lightly pat your cheek. “Good, you look so pretty like this…” he cooed down at you, watching as you chewed on your lower lip and nodded lightly. The confidence in you dwindling.

“You’re a lot prettier when you’re not making everyone’s ears bleed you cu-“ you were cut off by a harsh kiss, his hand lightly making its way up your stomach and chest. A gentle pressure applied to the sides of your throat. A gentle choking sensation applied as you moaned lightly into his mouth. Feeling his cock twitching against your thigh as you gave into the kiss.

Eddie pulled back for air, lightly patting your cheek as he released his light hold on your throat. Sliding his way back down to the edge of the bed.

His hands took hold of your waistband, working off your shorts and underwear agonizingly slow. Eyes trained on yours as you whined lightly.

“Hurry the fuck up-“ you hissed out as Eddie smacked your inner thighs lightly. Glaring at you as he rolled his eyes. “You’re so fucking impatient…” he muttered before working his hand further in, humming as he lightly cupped you in his hand. Running his middle finger up your slit. Stopping at your clit as he worked in small, circular motions. Watching your face as your lashes fluttered and your mouth formed a soft ‘o’ shape. “There we go, see? I can do a lot more with these hands besides playing guitar like a fucking god…” he hummed out softly as he continued. Drawing soft moans from you as he nodded.

Applying a bit more pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves, he laughed lightly as he gently worked on getting you relaxed. He was a dick, but he was considerate. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“You look so fucking gorgeous like this…all pink in the face, mouth open…let’s give them some real noise to complain about,” you could see him cringe a bit at his statement, cocky and a bit cheesy.

He pulled your legs apart slowly, bowing his head down as he placed soft and deep kisses along your inner thighs and trailing inwards. His lips stopping at your clit as he pressed a slow and deep kiss to it, humming lightly as he tentatively listened for your reaction. Wanting to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable or unhappy with his actions.

“Eddie don’t tease…fucking hell.” You hissed as he laughed lightly. Taking it a step further as he lightly sucked on your clit, circling it slowly with his tongue and applying tentative amounts of pressure. Earning a full moan from you as he carefully worked on his middle finger. Pressing in slowly as he curled and flexed his finger. Getting you to cum first was his goal.

He kept his ministrations going, refusing to let up unless asked as he laughed lightly. Sending vibrations through you as you arched your back lightly, pressing further into his face. “Fuck! Eddie keep going-“ you demanded as he eased in a second finger. Beginning the slow thrusting and curling. Flexing his fingers apart as he increased the pressure on your clit. Feeling your walls flutter around his fingers as he sped up. Getting a bit overeager as your thighs clamped around his head and squeezed.

Your eyes rolled back as you cried out desperately, babbling. Eddie was right, you did need to get laid. The stress of the job was melting off your shoulders as the knot in your lower abdomen came undone. Earning a desperate cry from you as you came, soaking his mouth and chin as he hummed. Pulling his fingers out as he worked in his tongue slowly, humming as he made his way back up and eventually pulled away entirely. Sitting up as he looked at you.

“So fucking good…” he eased both fingers into your mouth, urging you to taste yourself as he hummed. “See sweetheart,” he crooned, laughing lightly to himself as he pulled his digits from your obedient mouth. Patting your cheek lightly and getting to work on removing his own bottoms.

His cock was undeniably hard, unable to be ignored as he hummed and slowly stroked himself. His other hand grabbing your chin and tilting your head down to get a look at him.

“Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off of me, I want you to watch me fuck you…” he ordered as you nodded your head lightly, watching as he lined himself up, and got to work.

Pushing into you, he groaned lightly. Watching as your mouth fell slack and lashes fluttered. Grinning in pride as he eased in inch by inch. Panting and rambling praise as he bottomed out within you. Holding your hips firmly in his hands as he lightly rolled his hips.

“So fucking gorgeous, you take my cock so well honey…” he took hold of your calves. Bending your legs up and back before pulling them upwards over his shoulders. Pressing light kisses to your ankles and calves, before biting down lightly as he took a deep and long thrust.

Your head fell back, eyes rolling back as you moaned desperately. Unable to fight the pleasure that washed over you in overwhelming waves. Moaning desperately as you clenched your fists and whined desperately. “Don’t fucking stop, good god-“ you growled out as you took each bruising thrust. Eddie was filled with lust and stamina, his hips knocking into the backs of your thighs as you grinned. “So good-“ you whined lightly.

Eddie laughed to himself as he listened, his thrusts deep and overdrawn as he rocked into you. Each thrust felt deeper than the last, the pressure building up was addicting. His necklace thumping with each thrust against his chest. Your breasts lightly bouncing as he drank in the sight of you. You were gorgeous underneath him. Fucked out and pliant as he pat your cheek.

“Don’t stop looking at me sweetheart. Look at what you do to me…look at how good you make me feel.” He ordered as he felt himself getting worked up, losing a bit of control as he grinned to himself:

He leaned forward, pressing your legs into your chest as he angled your hips upwards. Causing him to reach deeper inside you, grinning. “You’re squeezing me real good, see, you can be real nice to have around…nicer to look at from this angle at least~” he cooed in a patronizing manner as he grinned.

The cacophony of moans, thrusts, panting, and the creaking of the mattress felt ridiculously loud. Flooding your brain and making your brain feel like putty as the pressure in your abdomen grew. Stomach growing tight as you whined.

“Eddie? I’m gonna cum-“ you whined as he laughed lightly.

“Not yet honey, not till I say…” he insisted as he kept his thrusts going. Making sure to hold you firmly in place beneath him. He was drunk on you.

“I’m getting close sweetheart, so what you’re gonna do is cum with me…okay? Can you do that?” He punctuated each question with a harsh thrust as you nodded your head obediently. “Good-“ he hummed as he carefully sped up, leaning down ad he pressed impossibly deeper.

Nose to nose with you, he hummed. His breaths growing ragged as he held onto your chin. “Now-“ he pushed.

You let go, whining as a searing white wave of pleasure rolled over you. Your orgasm rocking you as you whined. Coming back from your delirium as you felt the heat of his own orgasm filling you. His light rutting causing some to spill over as you whined and groaned.

Pressing a light kiss to your lips, Eddie hummed. “Same time next Thursday?”

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rollerskate2theface · 2 years

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5+1 five times someone noticed Steve Harrington liking men and the one time everyone noticed he loved one

1 Steve

Steve never really put much thought into who he was attracted to. Girls were easy he didn’t even have to try for them to be all over him, really it’s just a matter of convenience.

Nancy was like that at first, all flustered and flirty. But he could tell it was all some sort of act even if she didn’t know it. He was proven correct after Nancy’s whole “bullshit” stunt on Halloween. Steve really couldn’t even blame her, he knew he was bullshit.

Going after girls only girls because it was convenient? That sure seems like bullshit to him. So, he began to actually acknowledge things. Like how no other guys on the swim team seemed to admire each other’s physiques or how Tommy never seemed to understand Carol’s constant ramblings about how hot Mel Gibson is.

Steve always knew he just began to actually act on it, ya know, occasionally.

2 Erica

The first to notice was surprisingly Erica Sinclair. Well, maybe not so surprisingly considering she seemed to make it her goal for the summer to have his complete and undivided attention. Seeing as he was the only thing between her and 4x her weight in ice cream.

“Hey Nerd what could possibly be more interesting to you, a costumer service employee, than me, a costumer?”

Without looking at her Steve spoke, “You’ve come in everyday for the past 3 weeks and have only bought 1 single scoop in total. He however,” Steve pointedly looked at a guy in his early 20’s licking a drop of melted ice cream up his hand and back to his cone, “seems to be very content with his purchase.”

Erica huffed “barf me out, if I wanted to see some narbo make goo goo eyes I would’ve just stayed home with Lukie and Max.” With that Erica made her way out of the shop in hopes of getting more free samples from Hot Sam’s pretzels.

2.5 Robin (sort of)

Robin didn’t really get Steve Harrington. First he showed up to work on Robin’s first day with that hideous sailor’s costume on before introducing himself to her as if they weren’t in the same class an entire year and romantic rivals. He acted kind enough despite his near constant complaining.

There was also those damn kids that Robin couldn’t comprehend belonged to Steve. They had the guy wrapped around their little fingers, it was honestly kinda pathetic -maybe she should make another board. He was always giving them his company provided scoops they were allowed during breaks.

“Need to stay in shape; no high school athletics anymore. Plus those kids are skinny as twigs,” he’d brush her off.

At first Robin thought it was just the kids he was giving his free ice cream to but then she’d notice how he missed the payment of a couple of guys around their age that had come in.

“Hey Dingus! You forgot to charge them, I’ve seen you do that twice now!” Robin was annoyed if Steve kept doing that they’d both get written up.

“Don’t worry, that was my ice cream mark out,” Steve said offhandedly.

That made Robin stop, those didn’t look like any of the guys in King Steve’s posse of friends. “Why’d you give them your mark out? Do you know them?” Robin’s curiosity beat out her annoyance at the older teen in front of her.

“Nope! Let’s just say I’m hoping for a good tip,” Steve tossed out as he winked and walked into the back room.

This idiot most people tipped at least a dollar even when they had to pay… whatever it’s his mark out.

3.5 Dustin

Say what you may about Dustin Henderson but he was a scientist at heart. So, when he began to notice things about one of his favorite people he decided he needed to test his theory.

“So, uh, Steve,” Dustin threw out while he and Steve were listening to music in the older man’s family room. Steve was jogging on his fathers treadmill as Dustin wrote his letter to send to Suzie in the mail.

Steve gave an uninterested ‘mmhm’ in response.

“Will’s been complaining about how all the party has girlfriends but him-”

“You go easy on him middle school’s hard enough without a bunch of dickwad friends and relationship drama-”

“High school, Steve, we start high school in the fall. No more middle school baby shit for us!”

“Yeah yeah whatever just lay off Will. Not everyone is interested in romance so young,” Steve finally finished once their bickering stoped.

Dustin scoffed, “No that’s just Mike, he’s the only one being weird about it. But anyway that’s exactly what I was about to ask! When did you start showing romantic interest?” Dustin preened himself on his subtlety.

Steve looked surprised at that, “Oh! Well I guess I really started liking people romantically in 6th grade. I mean I had my first girlfriend in 7th grade,” he snorted, “if you could even call it that, we just held hands at recess and gave messages through friends…”

Dustin tuned the other out. ‘People’ damn that was a bust alright new approach.

“Yeah yeah uh huh sooo, Steve? Which Star Wars character do you think is the hottest?” Dustin asked thinking back to the film he’d watched the night prior.

The treadmill stopped as Steve sighed and turned to face Dustin, “dude I keep telling you I’m not going to watch your geeky movie.”

“How dare you! Star Wars is a cinematic masterpiece! I-” stay on track Dustin don’t jeopardize the experiment, “whatever who do you think is the hottest actor from one of your lame rom-coms then?” Okay, so much for subtlety.

Steve raised an eyebrow at that -oh no he noticed- he walked over and plopped down on the floor next to Dustin, “Alright, what’s going on why are you acting weird?”

“What? I’m not acting weird? I just,” another unconvinced look, “Ugh fine. I’ve just started to notice how you aren’t only flirty with… with just girls anymore… Which is totally fine! Cool! Awesome even! I just, I wanted to find out if I was… right? I don’t know, now I sound like an asshole.”

Dustin isn’t sure if it’s a good sign or a bad sign when Steve began to laugh. His laughter died down after a couple seconds, “you’re a strange kid, you know that? But to prove- confirm your hypothesis or whatever. Yes I like men, and women, both I like both,” Steve stammered. “You’re actually the first one I’ve said that to.”

Dustin grinned twisting to hug Steve from where he was sat beside him. A thought just occurred to the almost high schooler, “ This means double the potential set ups.” This sentiment was met with a groan and a plead of not needing that.

4.5 Mike

Mike Wheeler has been told he’s at that ‘difficult’ age in puberty -gross- where he’s mad about everything. Well if you ask him it’s pretty freaking easy to be mad at everything including how his mom sold his bike at a yard sale because, “You’re too big for it now Michael you can barely ride it. This money is going towards a new one you’ll just have to save up.”

Hence why he’s waiting for his ride who’s currently working in a too cold, too bright shop, with an annoying smile on his face talking to some long haired weirdo with like 8 different chains hanging off his pants and a black bandana sticking out of his back right pocket. A weirdo that’s been here for over an hour making Steve stay late. “Steve! We were supposed to be out of here 12 minutes ago! Hurry up!” Mike yelled tapping his watch as though Steve could see it from across the store.

“Hold your shit Wheeler we’ll be out in a minute,” Steve yelled back earning a bark of laughter from the weirdo. Mike heard Steve start to finish up speaking with the- costumer? Actually, Mike doesn’t think he ever saw that guy even order anything.

Feeling curious Mike meandered towards them trying to catch the end of their conversation.

“-my house or yours tonight?”

“Wayne has tonight off so he’s gonna be hogging up the trailer soooo”

“Yeah yeah my place just remember no blasting music in my neighborhood the Inslee’s are already this close to calling the cops”

“Oh yeah, and heaven knows what we’ll be up to when they arrive-”

“Shut up! Alright I gotta go see you in a couple hours Ed!”

With that Steve and Mike exited the Scoops Ahoy walking through the food court and out the mall towards Steve’s Beamer where it sat in the mall parking lot. The two settled in, Steve making sure Mike had his seatbelt on before pulling out. From the passengers seat Mike eyed Steve trying to decipher what he had heard the two older men in the mall talking about.

Giving in Mike gave an annoyed huff admitting he was actually interested in something to do with Steve Harrington. “Who was that guy and how often do you have sleepovers?” he asked.

This was met with shifty eyes and a soft laugh from the older teen, “who? Eddie? The guy from the mall? He’s no one, just a friend,” there was a strange tinge of guilt in his voice.

“You shouldn’t do that.” Mike said firmly staring out at the road in front of them.

This made Steve confused turning to look at Mike before redirecting them back to the road, “do what?”

This made Mike even more pissed. “Lead people on. You and I both know you like girls, you’ve dated girls, you dated Nancy! Did you not care about her? Did you not love her? I know you broke up or whatever, but she definitely loved you once, I can’t believe you faked the whole thing!” Mike had tears welling in his eyes.

The car came to a slow as Steve pulled over to the side of the road, “woaah hey man I did- I did love your sister. Sometimes I think a little more than she loved me. I was never lying about what I felt for her.” Mike sniffled. “And yes, I do like girls always have, still do. But, I think you may have noticed,” Steve attempted to joke, “I’m also of the uh, male persuasion? Ugh that sounds gross. Men I like men too.”

Steve expected some backlash after the start of this conversation and was surprised when he was met with Mike’s odd look of clarity. “You- you can like both?” The younger boy asked. Steve hadn’t heard him sound so small since he saw him take care of an unconscious Will during their last run in with monsters.

“Yeah, you can like both.”

5 Robin (yes again)

Okay so Steve Harrington wasn’t that bad. In fact he was kind of cool. And not like popular, eggs cars and makes out with chicks under the bleachers cool. But genuinely a cool dude that basically saved her life, well, with the help of a couple children.

Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the probable head trauma, maybe it was even the thrill of actually escaping a secret Russian base but Robin felt like she could tell this guy anything. Which probably wasn’t great considering her… situation.

The two teenagers were sitting in the bathroom heads hanging over toilet bowl rims. They were joking around but the girl knew she didn’t want to be asked any heavy or revealing questions not when she didn’t have complete control of her mind so instead she asked Steve.

“Have you… ever been in love” she’d asked after some thought. This should be easy enough for him, he’s known for his prowess with the ladies.

She received a small cackle from the stall next to her. “Yeah a couple of times. Nancy Wheeler my first love I went insane for that girl, first semester senior year,” Steve made a gun motion shooting into his heart, “honestly I’m glad I had what I had with Nancy and also glad that it ended? If it hadn’t I would’ve never been with who I’m with today, the person I think I want to spend the rest of my life with,” Robin could tell there was a smile of his face when he’d said that.

Wow Robin really hadn’t expected that confession, she was honestly a bit worried he might admit to liking her. Who would’ve thought Steve Harrington tied down. “How’d you know?” Robin asked she’d never been able to think that strongly about anyone not even Tammy who she’s had a year long major crush on.

Steve sighed, “I don’t know… He just makes me feel happy and excited whenever I’m near him.”

Robin’s breath hitched when she noticed the pronouns he’d used, okay she definitely wasn’t supposed to be told this, he wasn’t in the right state of mind, neither was she. And yet, she couldn’t stop him; it felt so good to hear about someone like her actually being happy and finding love even if it was surprisingly Steve Harrington.

“He’s a lot different than everyone else I’ve dated, but he’s also different from everybody else in general so I guess that makes sense. He’s dramatic and weird, and impossible to look away from. I still can’t even believe he likes me back.”

Hearing Steve talk about his boyfriend gave Robin the confidence to tell him about Tammy much to his great judgment which they joked about until Dustin and Erica barged into their little sanctuary of a bathroom.

+1 Everyone

If you ask anyone, that day after Vecna was defeated the whole party piled into their meeting place at the hospital. They wouldn’t tell you the first thing they noticed was a limping Dustin crying silently as though he could no longer make sound from screaming so loudly. It wasn’t Robin walking through the door with a broken guitar in her arms. It wasn’t even the boy bleeding out, unconscious, clothes ripped to shreds.

No, they’d tell you they’d noticed Steve Harrington sobbing as he yelled for ‘someone anyone please help him please my Eddie please help him somebody Eddie please Eddie’. He held Eddie Munson in his arms as he ran through the hospital begging them to save his Eddie.

Eddie was taken into surgery immediately and nobody could think of what to say to Steve. He was hunched over in a small waiting chair right outside Eddie’s operating room.

It was Joyce Byers freshly off a death helicopter from Russia that kneeled down in front of the boy. She held his hands in hers as she said, “he’ll be okay. He knows your out here waiting for him. He won’t leave you.”

With that Steve slumped forward onto her as he began to sob.

Eddie came out of his first surgery a couple hours later but the doctors informed he was likely going to be in unconscious for at least a week. Steve stayed with Eddie and his uncle in the hospital everyday refusing to leave. The kids filtered in and out checking on Eddie and Max a few rooms down. Without fail Steve had his chair pulled up right next to Eddie’s bed just watching him.

Dustin talked to Eddie, a lot, so did Robin. Eddie probably liked that, both Wayne and Steve didn’t talk much. Preferred to sit in silence watching for any sign that the comatose boy was improving.

The day Eddie did wake up most of the party was there including Nancy, Jonathan, some guy from California, the youngest Sinclair -Lucas didn’t want to leave Max alone- a couple Russians, his uncle and his boyfriend. When Eddie slowly opened his eyes he looked towards Steve sitting directly to his left.

“Hey Stevie, I tried to be a hero. Sorry,” his vocals were strangled from lack of use.

“You should be sorry! You are such an idiot! God I love you, never do that again.” Steve then pulled Eddie into a searing kiss in front of everyone. Not that anyone was surprised.

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subtle-as-an-earthquake · 7 months

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phew, ok gonna just ramble for a minute! for the last couple of days i've been getting so caught up in my milex feelings and the letdown after the anticipation that i almost forgot to be properly excited for this trip 🙈 but now that i'm actually in dublin, after listening to arctic monkeys and miles tunes on the flight and getting hyped about seeing my one of my best irl friends from london again for the first time since june, it's much easier for me to put things in perspective, thank goodness!! i'd have kicked myself later if i spent my time here moping (which i've kind of been doing these past two days) instead of being excited about getting to see my all time favourite band play again (twice!!) AND with miles as well, and just have a fun trip with my friends in dublin (even though it'll be raining cats and dogs, but we'll be in the pub most of the time anyway 🍻)

after the london gig in june i really thought that was it for a couple of years, so to have been given this extra opportunity to see them again so soon is insane and an absolute blessing. i'm SO fucking excited, i can't even tell you 😭 these will be my 8th and 9th arctic monkeys gigs to date, and i'm still just as hyped as i was 10 years ago, and i think that's worth reflecting on for a minute ❤️

i'm putting some more musings about the milex situation under the cut for anyone who might be interested in a different perspective, but mostly it's just for me, to be able to untangle the mess that my mind has been in these past few days. also, please know that i'm definitely not trying to invalidate anyone's concerns or diminish anyone's feelings, because lord knows i've been feeling all the things the past few days and all those feelings are very (very) real!

i guess what i just keep coming back to is the fact that arctic monkeys (or alex, really, lbr) asked miles to be the support for these four dates when they absolutely didn't have to do that, and that if there was any bad blood between them then they totally could've asked anyone else. but they didn't, they asked miles! and miles agreed! it's much more likely that the fact that they're not playing together is due to logistics (with the orchestra and limited rehearsal time) and wanting to highlight miles's new album than any personal reasons tbh. they're professionals doing their jobs first and foremost, and while obviously we'd love a display of sentimentality, if that doesn't fit the show for whatever reason then it makes sense they don't give us that. i'm sure it's all been discussed and agreed on between them, and that they're doing perfectly fine behind the scenes. it's true that miles shows us a lot of himself, but alex and the other boys do not, so it also makes sense to me that what miles shares about them/their interactions with him is limited too, much as i'd love to see him gush about them and post bts footage. i always find that i get easily swept up in emotions and conjecture when i'm watching things unfold from a distance, through the tumblr/fandom lens, but i forget sometimes that that is a heavily coloured lens, and that real life is often very different, despite what social media etc. may seem to show. and for me personally, i've noticed that sometimes it's really good to break out of the bubble for a bit and see things from a different perspective, so i'm glad i was able to do that before my shows!

also, on a side note, i've seen some people being disappointed that alex didn't dedicate bodypaint to miles but just gave him a shoutout, but to me the distinction doesn't matter too much. he mentioned miles when he didn't have to, and miles stayed to watch the boys do their thing after his own set, and he didn't have to do that either if he wasn't feeling it. the fact is that recently there have been more and more signs that our boys are actually growing closer again than they seemingly have been for a few years, and while obviously i just want them to give us everything and announce a tlsp reunion and also profess their undying love for each other while they're at it, maybe their doing what they can right now, and they just need a bit more time to get to where they once were. we all need time to heal, or something like that, anyway. i obviously don't know anything, but this possiblity seems just as if not more likely to me than the other option (which would be that any of this is a sign they're growing further apart, instead), so i'm good with that for the moment.

anyway, this is just me talking to myself on the plane and creating some perspective for myself, but maybe someone else might find it helpful too, who knows. in any case, i'm going to do my best to enjoy it all to the fullest!! and while obviously getting to see them do something together would be brilliant, it would just be the cherry on an otherwise already really fucking delicious cake ❤️

#i know nobody probably cares about my ramblings but it felt good to get it out ❤️#arctic monkeys #alex turner #miles kane #milex #minnie talks

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ququb444hm · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 12 / how cute ☆

masterlist

warning(s): possible typos (because it's 12 am and i don't feel like rereading everything right now) (also this is a repost)

‘awkward. this is literally the optimum of awkwardness.’

instead of opening up the surprise appearance by apologizing and clearing up the inconvenient tension between the two friends, yn had blatantly brought up the chemistry project they were supposedly partnered up for.

“a surprise seeing you here.” a half-lie. kozume expected tetsu to talk to yn about the situation but he didn’t expect yn to show up in front of his door. well…yn has always been hard to pinpoint so maybe expecting the unexpected is the best option when it comes to her.

“uhm your texts about chem? the project. i came for that.”

“oh. yeahhh, we got partnered up for it.”

“yeahh.”

“yeah.”

yn swayed back and forth awkwardly in her spot in front of kozume. “so can i come in?”

“shit yeah sorry,” kozume pushed himself off the side of his doorframe, fully opening the door for yn to enter. “it’s kinda messy, band practice has been on and off randomly so the guys just put their things wherever.”

“it's okay. also, i brought cheese.” yn walked over to the couch, took off her bag, and let cheese roam around the table in front of her. she looked over at the kitchen to see what looked like the makings of pasta. “were you making dinner?”

kozume hummed in response, picking up ginger and placing the kitten in the middle of him and yn as he sat down on the couch next to her. “he missed you. a lot.”

yn’s lips curled into a smile, watching as ginger pitter pattered onto her lap. “hi ginger,” she mumbled, stroking the kitten’s head. “i missed you too. more than a lot.”

her attention stayed glued to the snuggly friend but kenma’s attention was stuck on her.

“yn-”

before he could even begin his sentence, yn cut him off, now eager to do what she intended to do in the first place. “listen about the other night, it was an accident and i was drunk and you know how tetsu and i are when we drink. and yeah maybe i shouldn’t be drinking in the first place because of that but literally who cares! i just wanted to have fun before we maybe die and kill ourselves because of college and the growing pressure of society! and i didn’t know keiji would even be there- i mean i saw his car and i thought of the possibility of somehow seeing my ex who goes to the same school as me and lives in the same city as me be at the same place as me, but like who would’ve thought we would see each other at the same karaoke place on the same day and at the same fucking time for christ’s sake! i’m so over him by the way, i don’t even know why i threw up. maybe it’s because i broke up with him over the phone and never saw him since and confrontation isn’t my strongest suit so maybe that’s also why it took me a little over a week to see you face to face again to apologize which is what i am supposed to be doing now but i’m...just rambling,” yn groaned, her body falling backwards on the couch as she closed her eyes tightly before letting out a deep breath, “what i am trying to say is i’m sorry, kozume.”

yn prepared herself for whatever kozume’s reaction were to be, her body still laying flat against the couch with ginger on her chest. “hnnghh kozu-”

a chuckle.

a silly little chuckle.

then a fit of giggles.

then finally a full blown laugh.

“seriously yn,” kozume giggled out, pulling her body upright so that they could look at each other eye or eye, “you really didn’t need to apologize over that. it was an accident, i understand-”

“HUH? so why’d you let me say all that, you jerk!”

ignoring her outburst, kozume continued, “i get it, you saw something that caused your body to react. just y’know…not the way you expected it to. plus i know you’re over keiji and i know how you are when you drink- kind of. it was a fun night, just sucks you kept overthinking about the whole thing enough to ignore me for a whole week. it hurt, ms. green peas.”

"i know,” she whined, “i should’ve just talked to you the day right after-”

“especially since we’ve known each other since what? the second grade?”

“especially because of that.”

“so why didn’t you?”

“don’t act like you don’t already know, kozume.”

“i mean i do know, but i just like when you verbally overshare things.”

“because i like you.” yn stated, seeing as kozume’s playful demeanor disappeared to make way for his reddening cheeks. “and i like when you get all red. did i ever tell you how noticeable it is when you start blushing?”

“whatever.” the blond let out a groan, pushing yn back down to when she was flat against the couch before standing up and making his way over to the kitchen. “i’m gonna finish making dinner. don’t break anything. and i’m taking your mouse with me.”

yn waved him off, telling him to feed her little friend before turning her attention back to ginger. “oh and i’m sleeping over. i’m tired.”

“are you asking or...?”

“no, i’m telling you. you’re stuck with me, pooks.”

“how cute.”

part 11 moral support <- | masterlist | -> part 13 blondie #1.5

note(s): help how does one make a taglist and who wants to be in the taglist since i have revived my seasonal tumblr era yippie ^.^ also im gonna make a filler n then fix some things n then sleep bc its 12 AM n i have summer school booo ): none of the pictures used are mine!!

#🐈.thanksalotcupid #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma x fem!reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x fem!reader #kenma x reader #kozume x reader #smau #kenma smau #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! smau

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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being best friends with the st. cassian chamber choir members would include…

pairings: st. cassian chamber choir x gn reader

warnings: me struggling to find good gifs, ocean being a mediocre friend, ricky being weird, no genuine warnings,

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Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

refuses to let you read smut

if you bring it up she starts screaming and throwing stuff at you and begging you not to read smut

she still treats you horribly, but like it’s not as horrible as the way she treats everyone else

has somehow read every shakespeare play, and talks to you about them for hours

FORGETS YOU AT WALMART

when you get mad at her for forgetting you she just assumes your joking

physically affectionate with her friends but it’s a lot more frequent with you

while your walking she’ll just wrap an arm around your shoulders or grab your wrist gently like it’s nothing

when you have sleepovers she goes to sleep at 9pm and throws pillows at you if you stay up later than her

helps you with classes your struggling with, for a price.

by that i mean she just asks you to buy her some food and that’s it

kind of a bad friend but she has good intentions

tells you EVERYTHING

there isn’t anything she knows that you don’t know

BONUS:

Ocean: Y/N and I have the chemistry where we finish eachothers-

Y/N: sentences

Ocean: don’t interrupt me.

Noel Gruber

oh my GOD

you definitely got suspended with him for breaking into that bible thing

you said the erection thing

also you guys definitely still laugh about it

brainstorming insults with eachother

most of which are used on ocean

forces you to listen to french music

threatens you with his hairbrush over the littlest things

it’s actually quite scary

you get to hear all about monique gibeau all THE TIME

he’s a surprisingly good storyteller and he likes when you’re on the edge of your seat listening to him talk about experiences he’s been through

working at taco bell with him

it’s scary

BONUS:

Y/N: i turned out perfectly fine!

Noel: Y/N, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Y/N: I DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN, YOU DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN.

Mischa Bachinski

your conversations with him are one of you just rambling on and on about things and the other one listening

when he’s rambling it’s about talia

not even you know if she’s real or not

you decide not to ask

oh yeah also he’s offered you alcohol atleast 2048 times, usually once a week

your also rlly good friends with noel

it’s a trio thing

but your still mischas bsf

once he grows rlly comfortable with you it’s scary guard dog privileges

like will fr bark at anyone giving you a hard time

ALSO HES HELLA FUNNY

and says the most random shit with no context at all

it rubs off on you

a horrible influence

BONUS:

mischa: *breaks window and climbs through it*

mischa: *helps Y/N through window*

mischa: Y/N, breaking and entering is bad.

Y/N: okay

Ricky Potts

listening to him talk about zolar

well his talking is either him passing you notes with hella information on it or him using asl

i feel like in his mind you would have a zolarian based off of you but like not one of the sexy catwomen, just a zolarian who was an important role in his story

also rlly funny

cracks the most random jokes at the most random times

doesn’t sleep until 4am

seems innocent but isn’t

you have to deal with all of the above

imagine learning asl to talk to him instead of using paper and a pen <33

big cat person and his cats are so used to you that sometimes they just show up on your doorstep

sends you analog horror and laughs when your afraid the next time you see him

BONUS:

Ricky: so whats for dinner?

Y/N, staring at the food they just burnt: regret.

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb

randomly info dumps to you

oh also i think she’d like brushing your hair

a big dog person and you have to settle arguments between her and ricky over if cats or dogs are better

sends you dogs at 4am

oh also i think she’d be rlly good at painting nails for some reason and at random times she’d just take your hand and start painting your nails

speaks her mind BUUUUT that’s not always a bad thing

^^ randomly compliments you for example

BONUS:

Y/N: im a reverse necromancer

Jane/Penny: isnt that just killing people? Y/N: ah, technality

Constance Blackwood

rlly honest with you

it’s very helpful

also she checks up on you

such a good friend

i love her

teaches you how to play recorder

and kazoo

you create musical chaos with her

everyone finds it annoying except ricky cause personal head canon that he likes weird music

BONUS:

Constance: i know your deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are

Y/N: it’s not a joke

Y/N: *sniffles*

Y/N, voice cracking: i’m a legit snack.

#mars writing 🧈#ride the cyclone #rtc musical #rtc #oceam o’connell rosenburg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe #penny lamb #constance blackwood #rtc x reader

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This Close

a little j.h.s. something

pairing: My favorite Texan Naval aviator, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Female...Reader? OC? She’s kind of both? I’ll explain more in the Author’s Note. 😜 warnings: Mutual pining. Yearny. Friends with feelings they’re not acknowledging. PG-level swears. Takes place in a bar that’s not The Hard Deck. There’s a Dean Martin song used.😜 word count: a little over 1k. author’s note: This is my first bit of writing shared in a good long while, and also my first bit of writing for Top Gun Maverick since that movie happened to me this year. Be gentle please I’m nervous???? 😨😱 This story is actually part of a moment I have in mind for a whole, longer, multi-parted story that’s currently simmering on the stovetop of my brain until I can figure it out more/work up the nerve to plot it out and start writing and sharing it involving Jake and a Lady OC who I’m also still developing. Hence she, ‘Birdy’ a nickname she’s referred to as once here ☺, is sort of straddling the Reader/OC line at the moment. I honestly prefer writing this way than in the second person; it’s easier for me and I find I like the way things flow and feel better, so hopefully y’all don’t mind it. Okay. I’ve officially rambled w a y too much so I’m shutting my cakehole now. 🤐 I sincerely hope it pleases you! 💕❤ bonus material: This is the song that’s playing in the bar in case you want to listen in on Jake and Birdy’s dance. It’s not a love song really, but I love it and find there is a certain sweet, romance to it. But then again, I’m a known Sap, so form your own opinion. 😉 tagging: My Sweet B.💗 ‘cause she’s a dear, inspiring, and encouraging gem of a lady, whom I love. @bradshawsbaby

"The sun is sinking in the west the cattle go down to the stream the redwing settles in her nest it's time for a cowboy to dream..."

With the first few lines of the song and Dean Martin's signature croon, the energy and volume in the crowded bar immediately shifts, lowering from it's previous loud, buzzing intensity to a quieter, pleasant hum. A few of the dancing couples rearrange themselves into new pairs, but most stay with their current partners.

Jake's green eyes glow warm. His lips are still upturned in a gentler, one-sided version of his familiar wide and sunshiney smile, as his gaze sweeps around the space casually, before meeting hers.

"Shall we?" he quirks an eyebrow up. Speaks only loudly enough for her to hear. His left hand remains loosely entwined with her right, leftover from the previous, faster dance, but he's inviting her to join him for this one, not assuming she wants to. A gentleman's gesture.

And some might argue against it: but she knows, believes, has seen, that Jacob Seresin is a gentleman, in the truest sense of the word. He just....buries that part of himself, walls it up, far too often.

She tightens her grip on his hand. Let's herself notice, secretly relish, the roughness of his calloused fingers and palm. And the skipping jolt it sends to her heart. "Let's." and a smiling nod is her only response.

“Purple lights in the canyons That's where I long to be With my three good companions Just my rifle, my pony, and me...”

They step in close to one another once more, less than a foot of space between them. It's not really different than what they had been doing a minute or so ago, albiet slower, but the feeling, the energy between them has changed, just as it has for the place as a whole.

It's not necessarily an unpleasant change.

Jake's right hand holds her waist with a sort of tentative firmness, the heat of his palm bleeds through the material of her dress to her skin. His left hand has raised her right while they sway and take small steps in time with the music.

At first she looks everywhere but at her partner's face. Gaze sweeping around the room at the other couples, the lights above the bar, patrons' abandoned drinks....

She's exposed, raw, hyper-aware of the pounding of her heart against her ribs, of how hot her cheeks are, of the inherent intimacy there is in this slow closeness, and somehow it seems that if she looks in Jake's eyes it will be a tacit acknowledgement of the Truth she's currently refusing to actively acknowledge: that she likes this. Likes him. This man is her friend (becoming one of her favorite, best ones), so of course she likes him, and she is comfortable with him, as a woman and as his friend, but that Truth? What it actually means deep down? It's a damn frightening thing to look at head-on.

All these sensations and thoughts scramble through her heart and brain in milliseconds.

“Gonna hang my sombrero, On the limb of a tree Comin' home, sweetheart darlin' Just my rifle, my pony, and me...”

The sound of the Naval Lieutenant humming the tune of the song near her ear draws her eyes back to him, almost against her will, but not actually. He's looking around too at first, but quickly meets her eyeline with a gentle widening of his smile.

"You know this song?" she asks with a smile of her own; she knows this tune well but wouldn't have guessed he did. It brings an ache of fondness to her chest that he does.

"Mm-hm." he nods and grins fully with his mouth closed. His nose scrunches up once, barely perceptible but she catches it. The skin around his eyes crinkles and her chest is hurting again.

She drops her gaze for just a moment, trying to think of something to say. The silence isn't uncomfortable, it's just that she likes the sound of his voice. Likes the way he talks to her. But when her eyes catch the sheen of sweat on his skin over the hollow of his throat, they fly back up. Immediately.

Jake is still looking at her. His look is so very unguarded (her heart whispers the word: tender) it sends any thought of words out of her mind. His pink mouth is still smiling, but it too is a smaller, softer, a more intentional, meaningful thing.

“Whippoorwill in the willow Sings a sweet melody Ridin' to Amarillo Just my rifle, my pony, and me...”

He breathes out the quietest, whispered, "Hey, Birdy."

Her throat is tight with some unexpressed, still-ignored emotion but she's able to whisper back, "Hey, Jay."

Jake gives her hand two squeezes in quick succession.

“No more cows to be ropin’ No more strays will I see Round the bend, she'll be waitin' For my rifle, my pony, and me My rifle, my pony, and me...”

Someone in the crowd calls for the song to please be played again, just once more. Their request is granted.

She swallows hard. Jake's lashes are long and his eyes are so green and the unguarded, tender look in them is still there. He is no longer smiling, just looking; his expression still soft, open. He's not only looking at her but seeing her. The rosy, ruddy glow to his cheeks and the firmness of him beneath her hand that cups his back, all shout of the health, vitality, alive-ness of him.

It's a fight to think of other things besides her desire to lean all the way into his chest.

I wanna give up that fight. For right now: I can give up. I give up. she thinks to herself. With a finality and resolve to which she grasps tightly.

Before anxiety and self-doubt and outright fear can question and crumble that resolve she does it.

She takes the half-step in, tucking her left hand between their two bodies up by her face and rests her cheek to his t-shirt covered chest, right below his left clavicle. She allows any tension to bleed from her shoulders, her neck, her arms, and lets him hold her.

Just for the rest of the song, she tells herself.

As he curls his right arm all the way round her back, Jake holds his next inhale at its peak for a quick extra second or two, then lets it out evenly, once she relaxes fully against him. She can't see his face of course, but he feels like even his blinking is slow, and careful. She's never been quite this close to him before now. And he's never....he's not sure he has ever allowed himself to consider that he's wanted her to be...but his deep-down self is realizing: he has. Damn.

He shakes that realization and its implications off for the moment. It doesn't have to be dealt with right now.

Just enjoy the rest of the song, Seresin, he tells himself. Rests his cheek gently against her head. Holds her.

They sway and take small steps, to and fro, to and fro, until the song does...eventually...unfortunately....end.

#Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader #Top Gun Maverick Fanfic #Hangman x Reader #Top Gun Maverick #I Wrote This #*sets this down gingerly. looks at it a moment. runs away to hide behind a bush and watch*#I cannot lie I love this very much and am really proud of it bUT I AM ALSO RIDOIKULOUSLY NERVOUS #'CAUSE LIKE I SAID IT'S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I'VE SHARED MY WORD BABBLINGS #AND THERE ARE S O M A N Y AMAZINGLY TALENTED HUMANS IN THIS COMMUNITY OF FANS OF THIS FILM #THAT IT'S EASY TO BE INTIMIDATED #I NEED TO STOP STALLING-WHOOPS I MEAN YELLING- AND JUST CLICK 'POST' NOW DON'T I?#Me @ myself: yeah you do Kid. OKAYOKAYOKAY here goes.#Please tell me what you think!! 💕💕💕#Sometimes I Art #<- because I made the moodboard and I want it in my art tag ^u^

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ilovedthestars · 1 year

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Mal, aspec icon, and also reasons why I love Widdershins in general

So, as a birthday present to myself I recently bought physical copies of all ten currently available volumes of the webcomic Widdershins, and I’m currently rereading all of them from the beginning, and I’m just. Having emotions about it!! This post is part Widdershins propaganda (go read it) and part rambley thought dump on the parts I'm excited about on my reread. (I’ll try to stay away from major spoilers, but read at your own risk.)

A vague bit of context for anyone who knows nothing about Widdershins: Historical fantasy, set mostly in Victorian* England, centered on the fictional English town of Widdershins, which is the location of a magical “anchor” which is a source/amplifier of magic. Magical practitioners are called wizards (regardless of gender—witches also exist but are a very different thing) and the magic system revolves around summoning “spirits” of various emotions, and using/making deals with said spirits to imbue objects with magical properties. The tone is pretty light and adventure-y, and very fun. Every arc jumps back and forth between a few different sets of characters, but their paths all eventually cross.

(*technically slightly pre-Victorian. The ongoing and final installment is set during/around Victoria’s coronation. There’s also flashbacks, visits to other locales, and a Time Travel Episode)

The character I remember getting most attached to when I first read Widdershins, and the one I’m currently having the most emotions about on my reread, is Mal (aka O’Malley). First of all, I completely forgot that he’s canonically ace (and maybe aro)??** His significant relationships throughout his arcs are all close friends with found family vibes—when we first meet them, he and his longtime friend Wolfe have been traveling around Europe together for years, on what money they can earn from Wolfe’s busking (he plays violin) and Mal’s somewhat cheating at cards. Wolfe is an optimistic, calm and gentle person, and he clearly brings out the best in the very grumpy and abrasive Mal. They rely on each other, make sacrifices for each other, and generally have just such a lovely relationship--one thing I find particularly sweet is that it’s shown multiple times that listening to Wolfe’s violin playing helps Mal relax and makes him happy.

Pictured: Mal suggesting that Wolfe pacify a huge spirit of sadness by playing his violin, because "It works for me" 🥺 (In case my image turns out bad, here's a link to the actual comic page--I'm just excited about my physical copies!)

I’ve rambled before about “love as in significance” and how my favorite fictional relationships are ones where two characters are deeply important to each other, in a non-romantic and/or ambiguous way. To me Wolfe and Mal are a perfect example of that kind of deep friendship, effectively a life partnership, with no romance.

(**Widdershins also has multiple gay/lesbian characters, some of whom get romance arcs, and at least one canonically trans person. In Victorian England. There’s also a fair amount of non-white characters. I cannot stress enough how much this is just Not A Thing within the story. I believe the in-universe justification is that random magic ability evened the scales, and things like oppression and colonialism never got as bad as they did in our world. What it works out to is fun escapist adventures where homophobia and racism aren’t obstacles to the diverse cast, which is exactly my type of story. It’s definitely not trying to be historically accurate, but doesn’t get bogged down in modern labels, either.)

Mal also has a really satisfying character arc going on. He can see magical spirits, including the ones around people, and read their emotions—this is not a normal thing within this magical universe, and he mostly considers it a burden/annoyance, as it makes people (especially crowds) overwhelming. It turns out to be a whole thing, which I won’t spoil, but in my reread I just finished book 7, curtain call, which is the conclusion to the first big arc of Widdershins and includes a really cool flashback scene into Mal’s past. He’s got a whole thing going on where he makes some new friends, and eventually decides to stop running away from things. It’s really hard to talk about without spoiling, so I’ll just say that he’s still my favorite character and his arc is very strong.

Pictured: What it looks like when Mal sees spirits, and also another example of him being comforted by his friend's music. (Here's a link to the actual comic page)

Mal (and Wolfe) star in chapters 2 and 5, and feature prominently among a larger rotation of characters in chapters 7 and 9. The various chapters/books rotate through different sets of characters, but they're all lovable and you'll get attached to new characters quickly. Some other really fun characters from various Widdershins stories include:

Harriet “Harry” Barber, a bounty hunter who tracks down magical artifacts with the help of her magic-sniffing dog Gren (who she may or may not have stolen from the police)

Sidney Malik, who is cursed with accidental kleptomania (other people’s things just appear in his pockets, and he feels very bad about it). He got kicked out of wizard university for said kleptomania and is now pursuing his true passion of being a stage magician

Verity Cunningham, inventor slash bounty hunter slash Harry’s former-partner-turned-rival, and the greatest bounty hunter who ever lived, if she says so herself (which she will, loudly)

Lei Feng, who I can’t actually say anything about because all the coolest things about her are spoilers, but trust me she goes through some fun twists (she’s a magician’s assistant/inventor)

Alexa King, a baker with green hair who is going to Widdershins to win a baking competition in the year 2013, and if you’re wondering what this has to do with Victorian England and if it involves time travel shenanigans, yes, yes it does

Harry and Sid are the stars of the first chapter, and they're very close seconds to Mal in terms of my favorite cast members. If I have made this webcomic sound cool enough that you want to try it, please go check out their super fun story.

(P.S. A note about romance, since this post is partially about aspec things and i'm addressing it to my very aro corner of tumblr. Some of the chapters/characters in Widdershins have romance subplots, which never take up too much space in the story and are very well written in my opinion. I am someone who is super picky about romance in books, and I've rooted for every single romantic relationship in the comic--they're very sweet, and all built around two people who get along and are important to each other, as the friendships are. No forced romance or painful amatonormativity here.)

#widdershins #widdershins webcomic #i've proofread this ten times (and rewritten a couple bits that tumblr lost) and there are So Many parentheses lol #i'm not taking them out. sorry not sorry #love as in significance #stars has thoughts #look this was mostly an excuse to ramble about how much i love Mal #murderbot friends: i cannot explain how he is like murderbot because they are not at all similar but he gives me murderbot vibes i swear #it's the snark that's sometimes covering pain and the begrudging gentleness with the people who are important to him #and the Not Wanting To Be Here but choosing to be there for his friends when it counts anyway #read the webcomic so you can tell me if i'm right

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girlwiththepapatattoo · 8 months

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The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 13

Warnings: Cazador as a warning, implied/referenced torture, teasing amongst friends, implied sex

Summary: Astarion opens up.

Notes: Yes, every time Astarion says Cazador's name it has to be italicized. You can hear the italics in Neil Newbon's performance, so in it goes lmao

I'm really happy with how this came out, honestly. It may be the last chapter until next week, as I'm gonna be on vacation for the weekend.

Enjoy everyone! <3

Read on ao3 here!

Previous Chapter | First Chapter

The hag has been dealt with, and they make it out of the swamp and back to the still-empty blighted village. The sun is setting as they trudge wearily in, and Sable makes a beeline for that same blacksmith’s forge they’d stayed in almost a week ago.

How much things change in a week, she thinks wearily as she sets down her gear. She hears another thud of a backpack next to hers, and then lithe, leather-clad arms wind around her middle. A cool cheek presses to the top of her head. She lets her eyes flutter shut, leaning back on her vampire lover, who bears her weight without a single complaint.

Which is unlike him, really.

In fact, the man’s been treating her almost like spun glass for the last twenty four hours, and she’s not sure if she likes it or not. Oh, to everyone else he’s the same, snarky and witty and sarcastic. But to her? He’s gentle, hopping up whenever she needs something to grab it for her so she doesn’t have to move, helping her over difficult terrain, trying to cheer her up as best he can. It’s…sweet.

And weird.

“Astarion,” she murmurs. “Are you going to tell me why you’ve been acting so odd today?”

“Odd? I don’t know what you mean, darling,” he replies softly.

“Yes you do,” she says tiredly. “You’ve been…very kind to me.”

“My kindness is odd? What a rude thing to say! I didn’t know you had it in you, I’m almost impressed,” he replies, and though his voice is filled with his usual flippancy, there’s an undercurrent to it that sounds…uncertain. As if he’s now second-guessing everything he’s been doing the past day and a half.

She huffs, turning in his arms and pressing her forehead to his armored shoulder. “That isn’t what I meant. Thank you for taking care of me, I really do appreciate it.”

“Well, you’re welcome. Count yourself lucky: not just anyone gets this special treatment.” He nuzzles gently into the top of her head. “Now, let's get you out of this armor. Karlach and Lae’zel should be back soon with the water. Gods I can’t wait to get somewhere with a proper tub again…”

She smiles as his words, content to listen to him ramble on about special soaps and hair oils as his deft fingers undo the laces on her leathers. She knows he’s nervous about something; she’s noticed in the past few weeks that he gets particularly talkative when he has something to say but doesn’t really want to say it.

“...and those suds smelled divine, kitten, and I’m not exaggerating! You’ll never want to smell like anything else again, I promise you,” he says. She’s down to her small-clothes now, and he’s pulling one of his (now three) shirts around her, to preserve her modesty when the water gets delivered. “I cannot wait to get you back to Baldur’s Gate, and have this whole debacle over with. I’m going to make sure that you’re pampered and purring, my darling lover.”

“That sounds wonderful. Not sure I’d want anyone except you touching me…like that, but I wouldn’t say no to a private pampering. And only if I get to return the favor,” she murmurs.

“Oh, well, yes, of course you’ll return the favor,” he replies as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Though, I may let a manicurist tend to my nails, darling. No offense, but I’ve seen how you bite your own, and I like mine much more well kept, thank you.”

In spite of how she’s been feeling the past couple days, she starts to giggle, a sound that’s like music to his ears. “That’s not fair. I’ve done countless manicures.”

He blinks. “Wait, really?”

“Of course. You think nobles want their pets’ claws ripping up their floors? I’m amazing at clipping a dog’s nails. I can get it done in less than thirty seconds.”

He gives her a flat, unimpressed look, but behind his eyes swims relief. “An impressive feat, to be sure,” he drawls, giving a playful tug to the tip of one of her ears. “But I’ll stick with the professionals.”

There comes a sudden kick to the door. “Open up,” Lae’zel calls in her normal growl.

“Ah, coming!” Astarion says, quickly moving to the door and opening it. He doesn’t have the chance to say anything before two buckets of water are shoved into his hands, spilling some over his boots, and the githyanki is moving back up the stairs almost before the delivery is finished. “Hmph. Be that way.” He sets one bucket down to close the door, then carries them both over. “Right! Off with the rest, my sweet.”

Blushing very faintly, still unused to casual intimacy with anyone else, she strips off his shirt and her undergarments. “I can wash on my own, Astarion, you don’t have to-”

“I know I don’t have to,” he interrupts, though his voice is soft. “But I want to.” He strips off his own clothes, the light of the lit forge behind them casting his skin into gentle reds and oranges. He has her sit down on a nearby crate and transfers handfuls of water to wet her hair. Her eyes close as he begins to work a bar of soap through her locks. “...I…have some things to explain to you,” he says softly. “After what you did for me yesterday…well, you’re owed some answers.”

“Look, I’ve told you before, you don’t owe me-”

“You murdered a man for me,” he says sharply, and her mouth snaps shut. “Not in the heat of battle, but in cold blood. You went against your natural instincts to protect me. I would think nothing of murdering someone like that, but not you. Yes, Sable, I owe you answers.”

She’s not sure what to say to that. She can’t really say that he’s wrong…she just doesn’t want him to feel obligated. But he has that particular look in his eyes, the one where she knows he’ll dig in his heels. So she softens and nods to him. “All right then. Tell me whatever you want to.”

He nods, and he’s quiet for a long moment as he gathers his words. When he does start speaking, his voice is soft, full of barely contained emotions.

“As I’ve told you once before, I’m only a vampire spawn. Two hundred or so years ago, when I was alive, I was a magistrate in Baldur’s Gate. One night, as I was leaving a party, I was ambushed by a group of Gur, who beat me to death’s door.” Her face twists with sympathy, but he shakes his head at her. “Don’t give me that look,” he says softly, “I got better. Anyway, as I lay bleeding out, I was…rescued. By a man named Cazador Szarr. He’s a true vampire, you see, and he offered me the gift of immortality!”

His voice takes on a mockingly grand tone, before turning bitter. “And I, at the time, thought I was saved, that this would be better than death. But all his promises were lies. He was never going to let me be a true vampire like himself. He was going to keep me as his slave for all of time.”

“As his…slave?” she whispers.

“A vampire spawn cannot disobey the orders of their master,” he replies, all but growling. “They are compelled to do whatever they say. So I suppose I was less than a slave.” Though his voice is angry and bitter, his hands stay gentle as they work against her scalp. “I was fed rats and flies, not allowed to drink the blood of actual people. We couldn’t hurt him, but he could hurt us, and hurt us he did. Sometimes he’d order us to torture each other…and sometimes he did it himself.”

His hands pull away, and he steps in front of her. Her eyes immediately land on his back. This is the first time that she’s seen it, and she wishes with all her heart that she could take the moment to appreciate how absolutely beautiful it is, all long, lean muscle, the graceful curve of his spine…

But instead, her eyes are drawn to the raised scarring, jutting out of his skin in a large circle. It’s…words, she realizes, some sort of odd script she doesn’t recognize. “Oh, gods, Astarion, what did he do to you?” she whispers, aghast.

“Cazador fancied himself a poet,” he all but spits. “Over the course of a night he composed and carved this into my flesh.” There’s a pause, and his shoulders drop, slumping as he remembers. “He made a lot of revisions as he went,” he says softly, and he just sounds…tired.

When he turns back around, she’s staring up at him, her eyes glassy, her hands pressed to her mouth. He gives a soft sigh and kneels before her, taking her hands gently into his own. His expression is open, vulnerable, the man naked in more ways than one. “Don’t cry for me,” he murmurs, gently brushing at her cheek. “I’m not telling you this to get your sympathy, nice as it is. I’m telling you this to explain what you’ve done for me. That man, that…Gur. I know he was sent by Cazador. Sent to bring me back into the fold, as it were. You saved me from being taken back there, and…that is a debt I can never repay.”

She shakes her head rapidly, bringing his hands up to kiss his knuckles, uncaring that they’re still a little soapy. “Astarion, you owe me nothing, I swear.”

“Agree to disagree, darling,” he murmurs with a faint smile. “You are too sweet by far, and I don’t deserve you.”

Sable’s jaw nearly drops open. That’s the first disparaging comment he’s made about himself. “Don’t say that,” she whispers past the lump in her throat. “If anyone deserves some kindness, it’s you.”

“You do remember when I told you that even before Cazador I wasn’t a good man, right?” he says wryly, but there’s already gratitude swimming in his eyes.

“Doesn’t matter. No one deserves two centuries of torture. Gods, you…I…” She gently cups her hands around his jaw, and he can feel her shaking just a little. A wet little laugh splutters from her throat. “I have to admit, I do feel better about killing him now.”

He laughs in spite of himself, and he leans forward, gathering her into his arms and pulling her down into his lap. He curls himself around her, burying his face into her neck, losing himself in her heat, in her scent. “Glad to hear it, kitten.”

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Sable’s not sure how long they stayed wrapped around each other. They don’t speak, the vampire taking comfort in his lover, and his lover radiating warmth and care for him. But eventually they part, finishing up their wash and dressing. The quiet is comfortable, with gentle touches and soft smiles, and when they leave the basement of the forge to go get dinner, Sable is in noticeably better spirits.

“Ah, the difference a good tumble makes, eh?” Karlach chuckles, giving Sable a friendly grin.

Sable’s face heats as Gale pours a hearty stew into her wooden bowl. “Oh, no, we-it wasn’t like that.”

“That blush speaks of a different story,” Wyll teases gently.

“She blushes if Astarion so much as looks at her,” Gale replies, handing Halsin his own bowl.

“Oh, come on,” Sable mutters, rubbing her free hand down her face.

“We already know you’re bedding each other,” Shadowheart says with a pointed look. “No point in denying it.”

“Ladies, gentlemen, and Gale.” Astarion manages to sound both exasperated and magnanimous at the same time. Gale’s eyebrow twitches. “If anything like that had happened between my darling lover and I down in that cellar mere moments ago, you would most certainly know it, because I would have had to carry her back up here.”

Cheers and jeers meet his words. Sable turns red all the way to the tips of her pointed ears, but when Astarion gifts her with a playful wink she can’t stop the incredibly fond smile from pulling at her lips.

Laughter, mostly-friendly banter, and gentle sparks from the campfire all drift through the night air together, and for the first time since this whole tadpole debacle began…Sable feels just a little like she belongs.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #my writing

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Recently I've been feeling things that refused to be put into words. I don't think I can do that now, to be honest. Anything that comes to my mind is both too big and too small all at once. But then there's only trial and error. So let's try.

The topic: this place.

Now, this isn't any announcement. It's nothing particularly dramatic either. My assumption is that this will not be of interest to anybody. I suppose the only reason why I write this is that... I have always done that and, on the off-chance of there being one person who would be curious to listen, it is only fair. Perhaps it is just my hoping that there is such a person. I don't know. I don't think I can know now.

For starters, it is very hard to describe precisely what I experience without hiding behind words. Without telling things as I wish they could be told -- but then, then that would be false.

One of the recent feelings was that this place is, well, somewhere between states. That it used to be one thing, that things changed, and that now the overarching assumption is that I am going somewhere else and abandoning what was.

*sigh* And that's the part that I don't understand. Things have always been changing... And I'm conflicted, because I'm trying to find a way to navigate it all.

For one thing, it is wonderful to feel a surge of joy. I'm so happy to have found a new little interest to pursue. I'm happy to be able to take things, to create with them, to explore new possibilities... But at the same time, it doesn't mean that I'm moving away from the quiet familiar joys I once had. Surely, the ratio of them may change... But it isn't my intention to step away from them. If anything, I want to find a way to have both the old and the new. I don't want to choose when I don't even see it as a choice.

But, I don't know how to accomplish that. I don't know what sets of rules to impose and I presume simplifying them will be an ordeal in and of itself... And what is worse, I expect that the more things I like, the harder this will get.

This ties with another feeling I have. It... Well. There was a time I thought I'd be happy if I had more -- more recognition, more appreciation, more friends. Now I realise I'm at the receiving end of overwhelming amounts of kindness. I think I get more than my far share of appreciation, and I'm fairly certain most people I know in real life have not been given nearly as much. I'm beyond grateful, but here... Here again is where I lose my balance.

I write plenty. I do art. I make edits. I crack jokes. I ramble about meta. All are the means of sharing joy to me. The happier I am, the more passionate I am, the more of those I do. I know I can go on, and on, and on, and that I may be rather tireless at times.

I wouldn't call myself a popular writer. I don't think most people would realise if I disappeared one day... And in a way, I am thankful for that. Because, due to the sheer volume of my joy, I am swept away and overwhelmed by your kindness.

The key word is overwhelmed.

But how could I not want it? How could I not appreciate it? I love hearing from you guys. I love it when we talk. I love it when we are silly together, when we throw headcanons around, when we theorise or build each other up. It's precious. It's great. I don't want you to stop. I wish I could talk with more of you... But it also is so, so, so much. I don't want to grow indifferent to any of that, even if my -- or well, the human -- brain was not meant to handle such amounts of gratification.

But how do I balance it? What do I change to stay true to myself?

I need to figure that out. I want to believe that there is some sweet spot where I can share my joy while also remaining as I am... But I may need some time. Truth be told, getting more than 50 interactions per day is plenty, and the last month we never dropped below that. Not once.

*sigh, again* A part of me misses the time when there was just a couple of people here, partially because nothing felt as serious then. I love it when I'm talked to like just to any other person. I dislike any artificial distance being put in place -- and this is why we don't celebrate follower milestones. I appreciate you. I just noticed that the last time we did celebrate... assumptions were made. Lenses of superficial metrics be damned.

But, again, as much as I'm overwhelmed with kindness I receive, I do not want for any person to go. I do not want to be left alone. I do not want to push people away, even if it is just one me and plenty others.

There must be some way... And it is so terribly greedy of me, but I want to find it. I want to crack this puzzle... Even if nobody was to care about it ever being a puzzle in my head.

#personal #lorei spoke #update

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