#playing these games i’ve Only ever tried to be as honest as i can be with everyone in this family. n somehow it has always continuously

[starryhyuck]

birthday party. (m)

pairing: yuta x afab!reader x hyuck

words: 4.6k+

summary: if he’s being honest, the only reason yuta can’t get close to donghyuck is because he wants to fuck his girlfriend.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome, yuta and haechan are mean, reader is fucked stupid, butt plugs, vibrators, mention of dildos, a little dubcon, anal, face fucking, squirting, major degradation, double penetration, creampies

It’s not like Yuta has always seen you this way.

You’ve been dating Donghyuck for a couple of years, the first two being filled with puppy love and teasing from the members about how embarrassed the both of you would get from simple hand holding. Then, of course, Donghyuck grew more confident in himself and your relationship and hand holding turned into ass grabbing at the dinner table, which Doyoung always complained about.

It wasn’t until one of the company dinners when Yuta finally started to notice you. Normally, the event was very exclusive but since Donghyuck was the sweet talker, he brought you along with no complaints from any of the staff. Yuta remembers how pretty you looked in your baby blue dress, barely reaching the tops of your thighs. Donghyuck was happier than ever, copping a feel for you whenever he thought his managers weren’t looking. You would just giggle and swat his shoulder, scolding him playfully.

Yuta imagined what it would be like to have his hands roaming your body, sliding up your tiny dress and ripping the fabric down the middle so he could fully see you. He’s heard countless stories of Doyoung and Taeyong getting into fights with Donghyuck because the two of you are too noisy during ungodly hours of the night, keeping the rest of the members awake from the bedframe hitting the wall and your high pitched moans. Donghyuck would complain because it’s not his fault you tend to get turned on around 3am, and he would be considered a horrible boyfriend if he didn’t take care of you.

Yuta wants to hide the idea of fucking you far from any of his members, keeping the thought to himself only when he needs it late at night. He knows he’s not the only one thinking it though, often catching Mark or Jaehyun’s lingering stare whenever you come over to the dorms in nothing but a small tank top and sweatpants.

But if Yuta thinks you haven’t noticed him, he was a complete idiot.

“Hyuck, have you seen Yuta staring at me?”

You bring the topic up to your boyfriend one night, watching as he taps away at his keyboard, playing games with Taeyong and Johnny. He turns off his microphone briefly to answer your question.

“Why would Yuta be staring at you, baby?” He asks innocently.

You shuffle around on his bed, glad that the members now have their own rooms so you don’t have to awkwardly ask Johnny to leave so you can spend time with your boyfriend.

“He just does. I don’t know, I’ve noticed it recently.”

You shrug absentmindedly, even though you know what you’re trying to get at. Donghyuck seems to know it too, having memorized your emotions like the back of his hand.

“And you like it when he stares at you?” He questions, eyes still focused on his gaming screen even though you both know he’s more focused on this conversation.

You shrug again. “I don’t know. I was just thinking, with my birthday coming up and everything, we could try something new.”

Donghyuck hums in understanding, knowing exactly what that meant. The both of you have tried nearly everything at this point, one of Donghyuck’s nightstand drawers being filled with various toys and butt plugs of your liking. However, you’ve never invited someone else to join in on your fun.

“You know I’ll get you anything you want, baby. Let me take care of it.”

You almost squeal in delight at your boyfriend’s eagerness to please you, and Donghyuck is forced to hang up on Taeyong and Johnny while you ride him on his gaming chair as a thank you.

—

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Donghyuck shrugs, leaning against the wall of Yuta’s bed casually. The menace had marched into Yuta’s room only moments ago, letting Yuta know that his girlfriend desperately wanted to fuck him.

“I don’t think it’s that difficult to process,” Donghyuck says, smirking like he usually does. The little shit that he is, he props his feet up on Yuta’s bed and sighs. “Her birthday is coming up and she wants you.”

Yuta swallows. There’s at least a sixty percent chance Donghyuck could be fucking with him right now just to see how Yuta responds.

Yuta’s known for never backing down from a challenge, so he straightens up and glares down at his younger member. “If that’s what she wants, then I’m fine with it.”

Donghyuck scoffs at Yuta’s attempt at being subtle. “Alright. Whatever. I’ll text you the day and time. She also wants to know what you want to see her in, you know, since you’re staring at her all the time?”

The tips of Yuta’s ears turn bright red and he tears his gaze away from Donghyuck’s questioning eyes.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh. I’ll just have her wear that blue dress from a couple years ago. You remember? At the company dinner?”

“Sure. I don’t mind,” Yuta says, ignoring Donghyuck’s evil chuckles.

“Good. See you then.”

Donghyuck exits his room, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s just spun Yuta’s world upside down.

—

It’s only a week later that you celebrate your birthday. All of the members gather in the kitchen to sing for you, and Yuta can’t help but stare at the baby blue dress from all those years ago. It still fits your body perfectly, riding up slightly from being pressed against Donghyuck’s side.

The members have decided to give you and Donghyuck some privacy as your birthday present so that you two have the whole floor to yourselves. Doyoung’s only ask was that you stay far away from his room.

Donghyuck texted Yuta last night to come over once all of the members have left. Yuta doesn’t want to say that he’s nervous, but terrified at the thought of fucking you tonight. He doesn’t exactly know what kind of boundaries you and Donghyuck have established, but you’ve barely glanced in Yuta’s general direction since they brought the cake out. You’re only smiling at Donghyuck affectionately, kissing his cheek and thanking him for the birthday surprise.

So when Yuta arrives at Donghyuck’s door later that night, he’s feeling defensive.

“Haechan, if this is some sick joke-“

Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “Come in and stop complaining.”

Yuta nearly stops in his tracks at the sight of you on Donghyuck’s bed, sitting on your knees. You’re still wearing the dress from earlier but now it’s accompanied by a baby blue collar strapped around your neck, Yuta’s name dangling on the metal.

Donghyuck smirks at the sight of Yuta being so flustered that he can’t even speak.

“She wanted to wear it for you,” Donghyuck hums softly. “Normally, I wouldn’t let her wear any other name except mine, but it’s her birthday today and I’m not going to deny her anything. Princess is going to get whatever she wants.”

You tilt your head innocently, smiling softly at Yuta. He wants to do nothing but ruin you.

“You’re not going to tell me how pretty I look?” You pout, fingers brushing over the hem of your dress. “I wore this just for you. I know how much you like it.”

“Go on,” Donghyuck prods Yuta forward when he doesn’t say anything. “I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll join you. Do whatever she wants. But no real fun until I come back.”

Donghyuck gives you a warning look and you simply smile. Your boyfriend knows better than anyone how mischievous you can get. Once Donghyuck leaves, the room settles into silence.

You frown. “Do you not like me, Yuta?”

“What?” He laughs awkwardly, still feeling embarrassed by the current situation. “Why would I not like you?”

“Because I prepared all of this for you,” you pout, bottom lip sticking out. Yuta wants to kiss you so badly right now. “Wore this dress for you, bought this collar for you, made myself all pretty. I thought you would like it.”

You’re a little bit defeated by Yuta’s lack of excitement. Donghyuck warned you he would probably be nervous because of the circumstances, but you didn’t believe it. After all, you can’t recall the last time you ever saw Nakamoto Yuta nervous.

You decide to tease him more just to see how far his resolve would go. You rise from your position slightly and grab the hem of Yuta’s shirt, dragging him closer to you. His eyes widen at your boldness, looking down at you. You grin and tilt your head, lips inches away from his.

“I thought you would want to kiss me as soon as you saw me,” you confess, voice barely a whisper.

He swallows. “Kissing seems a little intimate, don’t you think? You’re still Haechan’s girlfriend.”

You roll your eyes and Yuta can start to see why you and Donghyuck are so perfect for each other. “So what if I’m Hyuck’s girlfriend? He gave you the go ahead, didn’t he?” You take Yuta’s hand in yours before guiding his palm downwards to your soaking core. “Plus, Hyuck doesn’t mind. He’s possessive for sure, but he knows I’ll always belong to him. But this, right here, belongs to you for the night.”

Yuta’s breath hitches when his fingers brush by your cunt, which is completely dripping in anticipation. That’s when Yuta finally snaps, lips crashing into yours as he pushes you onto the bed. You squeak in surprise at his aggressive nature, trying to balance yourself by gripping his biceps.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groans, tongue slipping into your mouth.

You figured Yuta would be a messy fuck, and you’re proven right by the way he almost swallows you whole. You moan against his lips, allowing him to take control.

He grips the fabric of your panties before tearing it in half like it was nothing. As much as you love your boyfriend, Donghyuck has made many attempts before to try and rip anything off of you with no success. Yuta’s strength makes you grow even wetter.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you in this dress,” he growls, moving to attack your neck. You gasp when he bites down forcefully. “Such a fucking slut, walking around with barely any clothes on. I don’t understand why Haechan allows you to dress like a whore.”

You whimper. “I-I’m not a whore.”

He laughs sinisterly. “Yes, you are. You’re a filthy whore who should be doing nothing but getting fucked all day.” His fingers tug at your collar and you attempt to catch your breath. “If I were Haechan, I would make you wear this around just to show everyone who you belong to. Mark and Jaehyun want to fuck you so badly too, you know.”

Your eyes widen slightly at Yuta’s confession. You’ve never seen Mark and Jaehyun take a second glance at you, if you’re being honest, and now you’re slightly regretting asking Mark for guitar lessons last week when you were wearing only Donghyuck’s shirt and your underwear.

“That’s not true,” you try to deny, moaning when you feel Yuta’s fingers playing with your folds gently.

“Oh, it’s not true?” He laughs again, and it sounds even more degrading as time passes. Perhaps you accidentally unlocked a sadistic side of Yuta. “Then why did I catch Jaehyun jerking off to the sound of you and Haechan fucking a week ago?”

You gasp. “Jaehyun doesn’t even live on this floor!”

“That’s the thing, silly girl. Sometimes we need a little help getting ourselves off and the sound of Haechan railing you does the trick. Sometimes we come up here to stand outside the door, listening to how you beg for Haechan to give you a break. Sometimes we imagine that it’s us on top of you, fucking you until there’s not a single thought in that pretty little head of yours.”

He pushes three fingers inside of you with absolutely no warning, and the intrusion causes you to scream.

“Y-Yuta! Wait!”

He just smiles at you, watching you squirm and try to get away from him when he starts pumping his fingers furiously. He bends his digits in an attempt to find the spot that will completely break you. Your back arches and you groan when the pleasure entirely takes over your body.

“There we go,” he coaxes, enjoying the look of you falling apart. “Don’t think about anything else, baby. Just me.”

You try to push Yuta away from you to catch your breath. The pressure is building up too fast, and something feels different.

“Yuta, I d-don’t know- Something’s wrong-“

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. Trust me,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down the side of your face. “You wanted me as your present, remember? I’m giving you your birthday gift.”

You nearly black out at the sheer force of your orgasm, pulling Yuta closer to you so you can hold something. You faintly hear the wet squelching sounds of your pussy as he moves his fingers rapidly, trying to get you everywhere as much as possible.

“Woah, how did you do that?”

You register the sound of your boyfriend’s voice and you try blinking to make out where he is. His blurry figure stands by the door, dressed in nothing but a towel covering his lower half.

“Hyuck,” you whisper pathetically, hands reaching out for him. Usually, when you’re this out of it, Donghyuck rewards you in cuddles.

This time, your boyfriend has no care for your suffering, beaming at Yuta and talking to him animatedly.

“Usually I have to give her four orgasms before she squirts like that! Teach me how you did it!”

Yuta laughs at the youngest’s eagerness. He rises from his spot above you and gestures for Donghyuck to come forward.

“Do you guys have any toys?”

“Do we ever,” Donghyuck hums, walking over to his bedside and opening the nightstand. Yuta’s eyes widen at the sight of various dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators. Donghyuck whistles happily as he sorts through the organized mess of sex toys. He pulls out a plug with a fluffy bunny tail attached to it, showing it off to Yuta proudly. “This one is her favorite. Makes her look like a cute little bunny.”

He tosses it to Yuta, who looks over the plug carefully. Donghyuck then shows off your favorite vibrator like it’s a new toy he got for Christmas.

“This one makes her cum really fast. Especially when you press it against her baby button.”

“Baby button?” Yuta questions.

Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “Her clit. You can’t use real words with her when she’s like this,” he points to you as you’re still trying to recover from your orgasm. “She turns super dumb real quick. Watch this.”

Yuta observes as Donghyuck grips your cheeks harshly, forcing you to look at him.

“Aren’t you going to thank Yuta for allowing you to cum? Bad girls like you won’t get orgasms if you’re not nice.”

You whimper. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Yuta’s eyebrows raise at the word. You shift your attention to him. “Thank you for letting me cum, Yuta. You’re really nice to me.”

Donghyuck laughs. “See? She gets crazy stupid. Super subby and needy too.”

Donghyuck points out how you’re practically clinging onto his arm, afraid of him leaving. You watch as he turns on your favorite vibrator and you smile happily.

“Oh? Baby likes that sound, doesn’t she?”

You nod eagerly at your boyfriend’s question, spreading your legs wider. Donghyuck laughs and locks eyes with Yuta.

“So easy. I’ve thought about just passing her around the members before, but you know how Jaehyun and Johnny get. They’ll probably want to put a ring on her finger as soon as they get their dick inside her.” Donghyuck leans over and spits on your cheek, watching it drip down the side of your face. Yuta thought he was a messy fuck, but he never anticipated Donghyuck to be the same. “And the only ring she’ll ever wear on her finger is mine, isn’t that right?”

You fail to answer the question since Donghyuck chooses to turn your vibrator up to the highest setting and push it against your clit. You release a string of moans, whimpering and begging for Donghyuck to have mercy on you. Your boyfriend does the complete opposite, nails digging into your throat as a warning.

“You better fucking answer me or I’ll have Yuta fuck your ass with no prep right now,” Donghyuck warns, and Yuta thinks he’s never found the youngest’s voice so intimidating. Now he knows why Doyoung and Taeyong constantly complain about the noise.

“Y-Yes! Yes!” You cry, feeling the first set of tears slipping down your face. “I’m sorry, D-Daddy! I’m sorry!”

Donghyuck smirks before shifting his attention to Yuta. “How do you want to fuck her?”

“How do you usually fuck her?”

Donghyuck shrugs. “From behind, missionary, up against the wall, in the shower, on the dining table, blah blah blah. We’ve tried most positions and places, honestly. We even fucked in Doyoung’s bed one time just to spite him, but don’t tell him that.”

“I usually like it from behind.”

“Good! I can fuck her face then.”

You whine when Donghyuck removes the vibrator, feeling the loss immediately.

”Hands and knees, ass up. You know the rules,” Donghyuck commands, and you instantly obey. You shakily find your position, ignoring Donghyuck and Yuta’s snickers at your predicament.

“Condom?” Yuta asks.

Donghyuck shrugs. “We usually just chance it. Sometimes she takes her birth control but sometimes she forgets.”

“You- You chance it? She could get pregnant!”

Donghyuck rolls his eyes again and Yuta starts to see why Doyoung feels the urge to punch the youngest every once in a while.

“So? She would be a great mom and I would be a fucking amazing dad. Plus, don’t you think she would look so nice with a swollen belly, carrying my child around? Perfect little housewife if you ask me.” Donghyuck grips your face again and forces you to look at him through bleary eyes. “Wouldn’t you love to have my babies?”

“Of c-course, D-Daddy. Whatever Daddy wants.”

“Good girl,” Donghyuck praises you. He discards his towel and strokes his cock, watching as your mouth waters at the sight. “Pretty little cockslut. You want Daddy’s cock that badly, baby?”

“Yes! Please, Daddy! I’ve been good!” You beg, pawing at his thighs to try and get more of his attention.

Yuta grows even harder at the sight of you being so perfectly trained. He can’t believe Donghyuck has you wrapped around his finger like this.

Donghyuck raises an eyebrow at Yuta. “Are you waiting for permission or something? She’s not going to give it to you when she’s like this, she can barely remember her own name.”

Yuta swallows. He’s never fucked someone bare before, and he can’t believe Donghyuck’s just been chancing his luck so far. He won’t lie though, the thought is extremely enticing, especially since your pussy is soaking wet and ready to take him. He decides to push all sensible thoughts away and takes his cock out, rubbing the tip over your folds gently.

You keen at his touch, eagerly pushing your hips backwards, which earns you a slap in the face by your boyfriend.

“Don’t be such a slut,” Donghyuck hisses and you scramble to apologize. “Suck my cock since that’s all you’re good for.”

You immediately get to work, wrapping your hand around his base and taking kitten licks at his tip. You gasp when Yuta finally pushes into you, and Yuta lets out a long groan.

It’s been so long since he’s been in a pussy that’s felt this good. You’re so fucking tight, gripping his cock like a vice.

“Tight, isn’t she?” Donghyuck says cockily. “I fuck her everyday and she still feels like that. It’s a fucking mystery to me. I even fucked her for six hours once and she still felt like a fucking glove. Such a good slut.”

“Fuck, Haechan, I don’t know how you do this,” Yuta sighs, feeling like he’s in some other type of heaven. He’s quick to press deep inside you until his balls hit your clit at the force of his thrusts.

You cry and moan as loudly as you like, surprised by Yuta’s girth. He’s too big for his own good, and you’re struggling to focus on Donghyuck’s cock. Your boyfriend notices your struggle and forces your mouth open with his fingers. You get the message and open as wide as you can, allowing him to slide his cock down your throat.

Just like when he fingered you, Yuta’s able to find the spot that makes you unravel in a matter of minutes. Once he hears your moans around Donghyuck, he knows he’s got you. He’s nearly feral at this point, spitting out the dirtiest, meanest things you’ve ever heard him say.

“Stupid fucking whore,” Yuta hisses loudly. “All I’m gonna think about for months is this golden pussy and your dumb little face begging for me to fuck you. I want to fucking destroy you so badly, give you that stupid baby that’s going to be raised by a cockwhore of a mother.”

Donghyuck just snickers, watching as you choke around his cock and saliva drips down the side of your mouth. He knows you’re close to passing out from not breathing, but he also knows you love the feeling.

“Why don’t you push that plug into her other hole, Yuta? Watch her little bunny tail bounce on your cock.”

Yuta grins at the idea, locating the plug and licking it until it’s nice and wet for you. When he begins to push it into your other hole, Donghyuck finally allows you to breathe. You gasp loudly, choking and coughing as you try to collect yourself.

There are so many sensations you’re currently experiencing right now and you have no idea what to focus on. You can feel Donghyuck slapping his cock over your cheeks while Yuta pounds your poor pussy, his fingers pushing your favorite plug into your other unprepared hole. The pain is as overwhelming as the pleasure, and you truly have no thoughts running in your head except the two men fucking you like animals.

You hear your boyfriend hum thoughtfully, and you know that sound is far from good. “Yuta, do you think there’s room in that small pussy of hers to fit me?”

Your eyes widen. “W-What?”

But Yuta merely chuckles. “We’ll make it fit if there isn’t.”

“W-Wait-“

Your pleas are ignored as the two adjust you how they please, manhandling you until your boyfriend’s underneath you and Yuta’s on top, both of their cocks lined up to your soaking hole. You squeak when Donghyuck’s thumb presses against the plug in your ass.

“Hyuck, I don’t think-“

“You can’t think,” Donghyuck says before you can finish your thought. “You can’t think because you’re nothing but a whore for us now. Shut the fuck up and take us like you’re made to.”

You swear that white clouds your vision when both of them press into your cunt. You’re being stretched like never before, and your mind goes completely blank. Your body slumps against Donghyuck’s, and he laughs as he holds you close.

“She really is dumb,” Yuta cackles. “She’s so fucked out right now.”

“You should see her when she’s ovulating. A fucking crazy horny slut, she literally mounts me at any given chance. So cock drunk that she doesn’t give a fuck who sees us.”

The two pick up a brutal pace on your pussy, and they both groan at the fact that they not only feel you, but each other as well.

You whine and cry, words garbling together. “W-Want it- So g-good, Daddy- I love it- M-More please!”

Donghyuck scrambles to find your vibrator before turning it back on and pressing it against your clit again. The sensation causes you to fall headfirst into your second orgasm, cunt tightening around both of their cocks.

“Fuck,” Donghyuck hisses. “You fucking love it when I press against your baby button, don’t you?”

You know any question your boyfriend asks must be answered, so you try your best to formulate a response. The best you can come up with is, “Mmm huh.”

Yuta laughs again at your lack of understanding. “God, I can’t wait to dump my load in you.”

“I can hold out for one more, how about you?” Donghyuck asks Yuta over your shoulder. At this point, you’re just a hole for them to fuck.

“I’m good with that.”

When they resume their original tempo, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. You can barely register what’s going on, accepting whatever’s being given to you. Donghyuck presses the vibrator to your clit again and your thighs start to tremble.

“Hyuck,” you whisper softly, not sure of your own voice.

“Yes, my baby?” He mumbles softly, as if he isn’t pounding you senseless.

“B-Break?”

He chuckles. “No breaks, baby. This is what you wanted for your present, remember?”

“Present?”

“It’s your birthday, dumb whore,” Yuta answers this time, glaring down at you. “You asked for me.”

“Birthday,” you hum, faintly recalling a delicious birthday cake made by Taeil. “I think I’m gonna cum again, Daddy.”

“Go ahead then, baby.”

You let out a string of whimpers as your final orgasm takes over you, your pussy squirting around both of their cocks as you try to push them out.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna give you all of Daddy’s cum,” Donghyuck says in your ear.

You perk up. “Daddy’s cum? I l-love Daddy’s cum!”

“Yeah? You want Yuta’s cum too, you fucking cumslut?”

“Yes! Please, Yuta!”

The sound of you begging for his cum pushes him over the edge, and Yuta loudly groans as ropes of his seed fill your pussy. Donghyuck follows after, and soon enough, there’s so much cum inside of you that it starts to drip out onto the sheets.

The three of you catch your breath before Yuta pulls out first, causing you to sigh at the emptiness. Donghyuck pulls away shortly after and you start to cry when you feel him move away from you.

“Don’t go, Daddy! Please!”

Donghyuck looks at Yuta. “She’s in her deep subspace. Can you get a towel and clean her up? She’ll cry for hours if I try to leave.”

Yuta does as instructed, fetching a towel from the bathroom and cleaning the inside of your thighs gently. It’s a struggle since you desperately want to move positions to cling onto Donghyuck to make sure he doesn’t leave you. Once he’s finally finished, he tugs his pants back on and gets ready to exit the room so that you two have privacy.

“Where are you going?” Donghyuck asks, ignoring your pleas for attention as you bury your face in his neck, your body curled up on his chest.

“Back to my room. This was a one time thing, right?”

Donghyuck shrugs. “Yeah, but if you like eating pussy, she loves to be woken up that way. You can stay and cuddle if you want.”

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Donghyuck scoffs. “But just know that she’s mine. If she asks to fuck you again, I won’t give a fuck but remember where you stand.”

“Yeah yeah,” Yuta waves off, burying the fact that he’s already so fucking in love with you. He joins you and Donghyuck on the bed, closing his eyes and finally registering what just happened.

Donghyuck breaks the silence.

“Your dick feels real good, by the way.”

“Haechan, don’t make it fucking weird.”

#nct smut #hyuck #haechan smut #yuta #yuta smut

[essycogany]

Rare But Not So Rare Sonic Moments

Flaws

This may get controversial.

I welcome anyone else’s view point on this topic. If you don’t agree I’m okay with that. Just because I have a different perspective doesn’t make what I think right or wrong. You don’t have to change your mind. Whatever your opinion is, I respect it. Besides, it’s fun to have different views on something we both love. It gives us a way to see different sides of the coin.

Disclaimer: I’m a person who didn’t grow up with this franchise and only recently got into in early 2022. I have no biases towards any version of this character. Making my opinions about his characterizations mixed.

By the way, I’ll only use Sonic games as examples (for the most part) because this analysis would be too long if I talked about other medias.

In short. Most of his flaws do stir into different medias as well. To be honest, Sonic’s other variants aren’t as different as some may think, but that’s my hot take.

Times The Blue Blur Messed Up

Riders: Sonic lunched Amy along with Eggman into the air with his wind abilities. While knowing Amy’s safety would be at risk. Then left her. Which was the reason she was so angry and aggressive afterwards. He didn’t ever apologize either.

06: Exchanged a chaos emerald for Elise even after Tails warned Sonic not to.

Unleashed: Was distracted by taunting Eggman.

Sonic: “Well, this is new. Showing remorse Eggman? If you played nice, I wouldn’t have to break all your toys.”

Then became the Werehog. All because he wanted to boost his ego.

Secret Rings: Shahra used Sonic to collect the world rings for Erazar Djinn. Even though it should’ve been expected because she said, “They use to work together.” Ended up not being true.

Black Night: Was tricked into helping Merlina who wanted to create a world that would last forever.

Lost World: Tails once again tried to warn Mr.Impatient about the conch in Eggman’s hand, but kicked it anyways. Then warned Sonic about another trap, he didn’t listen, ended up getting the fox captured instead.

Frontiers: Accidentally helped free The End despite Knuckles and Sage’s suspensions. If his friends, Eggman, and Sage didn’t help him…..Well, it’s in the villain's name.

Side Note: In Secret Rings, Black night, and Frontiers Sonic was rude at points.

Sonic Sassiness

Sonic Sassiness Part 2

Sonic’s Overall Flaws/Mistakes

Some may be from his general characterizations throughout his history.

Sonic rushes into things without a second thought. (Impulsiveness) Sonic can be too reckless, brash, or not take situations seriously.

He’s impatient. (Which was his core trait since his idle animation in Sonic 1)

He doesn’t listen to his friends warnings. Sonic can be too cocky at the wrong moments. He causes or contributes to world ending consequences. The blue blur can also be too trusting and naive.

Sonic doesn’t worry about his own physical or mental state and internalizes his emotions. He isn’t able to express himself very well. Therefore doesn’t put the right words together when speaking sometimes.

Sonic can be stubborn and a bit of a jerk.

Sage: “You are short tempered and short sided.”

And that’s about it. If I missed anything, feel free to let me know.

My Thoughts

A few of these can be seen as Sonic’s strength and weaknesses. Like his willingness to harm himself if it means to save his friends.

The reason Sonic never learns from his mistakes in the games is because he gets away with them. Which is not a good or bad thing per say. (Besides Sonic Riders. There’s no excuse for that.)

The stories never really given him an arc. But I don’t think Sonic’s a perfect or flawless character. If the examples I’ve shown are evidence of anything.

I’d say he’s static, but not consistently. Most static characters I’ve seen rarely stays static anyways.

I also don’t believe Sonic himself thinks he’s perfect. Sonic probably thinks he doesn’t have to change because he’s so sure he should be able to manage things without issue. Everything does eventually go his way. Why should he change?

I do understand Sonic influences people, but why can’t there be a balance? It’s been done plenty of times with other characters. In books, movies, and tv shows. Animated and live-action.

Movie!Sonic in Sonic 2 inspired both Knuckles and Tails. Helping them better themselves with advice and encouragement. While also going through his own arc of growing up and being responsible.

Tails:“You’ve inspired me. To leave my village. To find you and help you on your mission.”

Despite him learning how to slow down and plan things out, Prime!Sonic also inspires the different variants of his friends. Thorn, Dread, and Nine. Helping them grow into becoming better people.

Even in Unleashed Sonic was at his most mature, but it was only after his cocky attitude got him into trouble. So, yes. Inspirational characters can have flaws.

I’ll just say this

Everyone has their own views on how Sonic should be characterized, drawn, played, voiced, animated, and showcase.

It’s fine if you don’t like a curtain interpretation of a character, but to say the character (Especially if they weren’t very consistent in the first place) isn’t acting like themselves now, it’s really hard to argue what self there is to come back to. Because even in the games there are so many different selves for these characters in their own canon universe. From Classic to Adventure, Unleashed, Colors, and Frontiers. (If that makes any sense)

It’s hard to find one place to be in because Sonic’s been in too many places at once. He shouldn’t be held down to one characterization if he’s already been all over the place from the beginning of his existence.

AKA Sonic’s first two shows ever. TAOSTH and SATAM. In both shows Sonic had flaws as well, but never learned from them. Which means he’s been like this from the start. Like everything else about this franchise, his personality is an ongoing experiment that’ll probably never be solved. And I kind of love that. Even if it can be stressful and has it’s own up’s and down’s

All of these unique stories from the games, comics, tv shows, and movies people grew up with are what made this franchise so popular. This is the main reason I became a Sonic fan. Because I learned so much about characterization from this franchise and how to love the different variations of its characters. Finding an appreciation for each of them.

Conclusion

Everyone’s opinions are valid at the end of the day. At least we all have a version of this character we can love and appreciate. Whether you agree or not I’m grateful you’ve made it all the way to the end. You’re a trooper!

Stay Creative! 💜

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #dr eggman #sage robotnik #thorn rose #knuckles the dread #nine the fox #sonic riders #sonic 06 #sonic unleashed #sonic and the secret rings #sonic and the black knight #sonic lost world #sonic frontiers #sonic x #sonic boom #sonic idw #archie sonic #sonic movie 2 #sonic prime #the adventures of sonic the hedgehog #sonic satam #the murder of sonic the hedgehog #character analysis #I really like talking about this stuff #I know this character means different things to different people and wanted to provide my own take #Everyone’s opinions are valid #sth

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Do you think you could write something for Bay!Leo? Maybe with a reader that’s very flirty and it kind of throws him off and he’s not sure how to handle it? Maybe a little spicy too? Thanks!!

A snack on the Dojo floor

Warnings: nsfw, man handling, bad spelling/grammar

Of course! This is my first ask <3 thank you! It not be the best this is my first time ever doing something like this and I’m not that confident yet but I’ll get there <3 I tried to make it gender neutral but I ruined it at the end I’m so sorry.

You and Leo had been friends for many many years and during those years you started become very fond of each other’s friendship a little too fond. It started with a couple jokes you just wanted to test the waters to see how he would react. It started with little things like telling him how good he looked and before you knew it escalated further.

You knew he liked it because some times he would play along with your little game and soon everytime you seen him you guys would start flirting with each other. But one night you were feeling really lucky after having a good day and decided to say something really frisky..

“I dreamt of you last night” you say looking over at him. You were both in the dojo chilling after his nightly patrol he was “meditating” but you saw him open his eyes from time to time to get a peek at you.you were laying on the floor next to him you found it comforting in the Dojo when no fighting was going on. You guys had been kind of touchy that night like hugging (something he never usually did) and just him putting his hand on your shoulder and other stuff like that you wondered how far it would go before something happened.

“Oh really what was it about” he said peeking over at you unsuspecting on what you were about to say.

“Well.. I can’t remember exactly all I know is that you were on top of me..” you say you look up to see his reaction you didn’t mean to say something for risky to him but you had already said it and it was no going back now.

“Hm interesting” he said his eyes were completely open looking at you now. “Is that all that happened I think you’re leaving out some details …”

“Well I can’t really remember but I we can try to recreate it..” you had really gone to far now you thought looking up at him from the floor his legs were no longer in cris cross but he had stretched them out.

“What’s one thing you remember?” he asks looking back down at you his face looking oddly serious.

“Um we were both… naked” you say nervous af still looking up at him you had never talked to a man like this before and it was going pretty far.his eyes were looking your body up and down it was pure lust and to be honest you were scared asf.

“What are you waiting for get naked..” his voice was stern and very demanding you did not want to disobey him.

The next thing you knew your hands pulling down your jeans you noticed Leo looking over your body you really couldn’t believe you were doing this. Your shirt was next you were only left in your underwear by the time you were done.

“Hmm..” he said looking over your half naked body.

“Why are you standing so far away come here” he said still looking at your half naked body you scoot over to him “Here lemme help you take that off” he pulled off your underwear until you were completely naked.

“So what happened next in your dream?” He asks now looking over your completely naked body.

“I-I um” the next thing you knew Leo had manhandled you to the floor and was now on top of you you knew If anyone had caught you guys y’all were done.

“Do you want this?” He asked looking down at you. “Yes I do” you answer back to him looking deep into his eyes. “Speak up princess” he demands “I do” you say back. The next thing you know he’s making his way down your body to your naked slit. “I’ve never done this before.. like gone down on a girl” he tells you looking up at you his blue eyes staring directly into yours. “I’ve never had anyone go down on me before it’s new to me to just do your best.” And the best he did him licking and sucking at your nub made your legs shake you really couldn’t believe it was his first time doing anything like this. You were now making sounds you had never heard before and feeling, feelings you had never felt before.

“Ye-s yes-s Leo I think I’m getting close” you say as he’s holding you down you did not see him come up for air once. Next thing you know you feel a wave of pleasure flow through you’re body you had never felt anything so amazing before.

“You liked that huh?” Leo said coming up from in between your legs. “Yes I loved it” you were completely out of breath. “We should do that more often” you say looking up at him as he gets off the dojo floor “yeah we should” he responds “get dressed before the others see you” you gladly complied happy that you finally decided to test the limits.

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jordan teaching marie how to play their favorite video games cuz "im just a kid addicted to their playstation <\3"

oh lord, you’ve definitely asked this question to the right person. i’ve been dying to write something like this! 🩵 word count: 959

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jordan was always the same kid that was addicted to their playstation. even as an adult, it held true. it was a comfort to them. a way to decompress after the heaviness of their hectic life took its toll. the sound of the playstation turning on, the feel of the controller in their hands - they could play for hours on end. it was their happy place.

they often played their games alone, single-player games they could get lost in. they never played any of the bullshit vought superhero games, preferring spiderman or batman. the other ones felt too real.

though, their favourite was the last of us. they'd played it too many times to count on both hands. they fell in love with the richness of the story and the characters, most of all, the soundtrack that pulled at their heartstrings.

late one evening jordan had finally finished up their coursework with a few hours to spare before they would settle into bed. their eyes lingered on the playstation hooked up to their tv; they couldn't resist.

soon they were sitting on an armchair just a few feet from the tv, dressed down in a pair of loose boxers and a white sleeveless top. they had only gone as far as to hover over a 'new save file' when there was a knock on the door. a heavy sigh came from them as they begrudgingly set the controller on the armrest and walked to the door with heavy feet.

"what do you want?" their voice was sharp, pointed and filled with annoyance, as they pulled open the door. their expression softened when they saw marie, "oh."

"bad time?" she asked, hands clasping in front of her.

"no, no. i mean... yeah, no." jordan replied, wondering how honest they should be. this was the first time in weeks they managed to free up some time to play.

"it's cool, jordan. it can be a bad time." marie insisted, the last thing she wanted was to impose on their time. though, it was one of those nights where she was hoping to curl up beside them and 'accidentally' fall asleep in their room.

jordan let out a chuckle through their nose, opening the door wider, "it doesn't have to be a bad time if you don't mind me... playing a game." they motioned towards their television set-up, looking sheepish.

"oh, you're a gamer?" marie teased as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. not once did her eyes leave the tv screen, jordan took notice of it.

"you haven't played before?" they asked, walking back to their armchair, grabbing onto the controller and waving it slightly.

marie shook her head, "no. we didn't really have the luxury of having that kind of stuff," she admitted, "i can watch."

jordan's eyes widened slightly as an idea formed in their head, a smile spreading on their lips, "do you want to play?"

marie shook her head, "i've never played before, jordan. i, uh, i wouldn't even know where to start. it's okay," she laughed softly.

jordan tilted their head slightly, still giving that small smile as they settled back into the armchair and gestured for marie to follow. she was hesitant, but how could she say no to that smile?

not even minutes later, marie was fully settled in jordan's lap with the playstation controller in her hand. it was a funny ordeal, being told by jordan several times 'not that one' when she tried to interact with something onscreen, but pressed the wrong button and instead made the character jump. this was the happiest that she'd ever seen jordan, looking at them for a brief second to see the biggest smile on their face.

"okay, jordan, this is getting a little freaky," marie murmured after she played a bit more, no longer needing to ask jordan what to do every few seconds, but still taking her sweet time, "like... really freaky."

"are you scared?" they smirked, their arms snaking around marie's waist as they leaned against her and watched intently.

"no, not scared. i just didn't realize you were into horror stuff," she murmured, her voice trailing off a little as she fixated on the television. she understood why jordan liked this so much, it was almost like controlling a movie. it was beautiful.

more time passed, filled with jordan directing her on where to go or marie asking questions to which they would reply with 'just play and you'll find out'. it was fun. so much fucking fun.

but then, as all the last of us fans know, the ending of the intro scene came. marie was playing, then suddenly she was completely absorbed into the cutscene. she sat forward on jordan's lap and just stared with her jaw hanging open.

the title card hit the screen and jordan moved to pause the game, eyes looking up at marie.

"are you- oh my god, marie."

she turned back to look at them, tears welling up in her eyes, "you didn't tell me it was sad," she whimpered, a few of the tears rolling down her cheeks, "why would you make me play it?"

"i'm sorry," jordan couldn't help but let out a laugh at the situation that was unfolding, reminiscing about the first time they played and sobbed into their pillow for an hour before continuing, "i didn't think you'd cry." they stifled their laughter as much as they could, their hands running along marie's sides and lips peppering kisses against her bare shoulder to help soothe her.

the rest of the night was spent laying in their bed consoling marie, who would be fine... then she would remember the game and start crying again. jordan loved marie, and her compassionate heart, so damn much.

#limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #jordan li #marie moreau #gen v #this one is for tlou fans hehe #wordsbyspatial #spatialanswers

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Reality Check pt.2

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Reader WC: ~0.7k     Genre: angst Summary: atsumu doesn't really think things through. he also tends to think he's done less wrong than who he's currently arguing with. mizuki sets him straight. CW: not really? atsumu being dumb but also just a baby?

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“Atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

Atsumu froze in place, hands still in the air, stopped mid dramatic wave. His mouth was still open, words of his rant halting in his throat. He didn’t know what to expect to come from Mizuki’s mouth as she sat there, rubbing two of her fingers up and down in between her eyebrows as she listened to his latest rant about how you still hadn’t reached out to apologize to him. “What?”

“I said shut the fuck up.” She dropped her hands from her face with a sigh. She was exhausted, honestly. He’d been non-stop yapping about you for weeks. She wasn’t unused to that, if she was honest. Before she’d met you at his birthday party a few weeks prior, Atsumu never shut up about you, not until she finally pointedly asked if he’d had feelings for you. That had led to an entire night-long breakdown of revelations from him. An idiot. That’s what she’d called him that night. The biggest idiot. And he was holding his title strong now. “You’re my best friend. I’m here for you. Support you. I played along with your little ‘make y/n jealous’ game that went terribly terribly wrong.”

“‘S not my fault she-”

“Shut up, I’m not finished.” Atsumu flinched a bit at the harsh tone that came from his usually playful best friend as she looked at him indifferently. “You’ve been in love with this girl for years. Years Atsumu, head over heels for as long as you can remember.” He blinked in shock, wanting to talk but knowing it was better to keep quiet. He’d seen others receive this treatment from Mizuki and he’d seen the effects of that. “You need to stop moping. Stop blaming this whole situation on her. It’s not just her fault. I’ve placated you, let you whine and bitch and moan about how she betrayed you.”

“But she-” Mizuki fixed him with a quick glare and he shut his mouth instantly.

“I was there for that argument. That blow up at the restaurant none of us will ever be able to show our faces at ever again. It wasn’t just her. It was you too. You’re just as much at fault as she is. You miss her? Talk to her. Apologize for your part in it. God do you really hold your ego that high?”

Mizuki was up now, gathering her jacket from the back of the chair she’d been sitting on and looking for the small amount of things she’d left strewn around his room from the study session they’d meant to have before he’d started in on his now daily rant. Atsumu had dropped his hands now, letting her words sink into his skin. It made his stomach want to twist up. It made him want to throw up.

“I watched her after you walked away in that restaurant.” Mizuki’s voice was softer now, like someone trying to break hard news to a child, gentle but serious as she wrapped her scarf around her neck by his door. “You didn’t see how her face changed, the hurt on it in between the anger. You were not the only person who walked out of that restaurant hurt, losing something you never thought you would.” She sighed as she pulled open the door. “If you love her Atsumu, really truly love her, it shouldn’t matter if she’s dating someone else. Talk to her. Don’t let your ego ruin every bit of your relationship with her.”

The sound of the door shutting behind her echoed in the silence. Atsumu didn’t remember the last time he’d been so quiet. He’d always tried to fill the silence with his own voice. Anything to not hear any of the doubts in his head. The ones that currently came flooding in. The ones now saying that he was being stupid for falling for you. Even more so for fighting with you. For possibly losing you.

The wetness on his bottom lashes surprised him but he didn’t try to wipe them. Atsumu couldn’t remember the last time he cried.

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#𓇻 Liberosis

[engeorged]

Dear Nate

(Sequel to Dear Alex)

Dear Nate

I’ve just read your letter and I’m shocked. Maybe not for the reason you think I’m shocked though? Don’t get me wrong, I’m seriously pissed that you drugged me man. Like, I should phone the police really but I needed to write back properly. I have my own confession to make.

You’re right that when we moved in together after college, it was a tenuous friendship. Like we knew each other but not that well. I thought it was worth a try and after a few months we had hit it off so it was all good.

If I’m totally honest I had no idea you felt jealous of me like that. I thought we were buddies and I feel a bit let down that you felt you needed to even the playing field. For my part I always thought we were on the same page on most things?

Here’s the thing. When I started my new job and I started putting weight on, at first I felt super vulnerable. I’d always been into the gym and the only time I’d ever had any extra weight was during bulking season and that disappeared pretty quickly. Like, I’d get to pig out for a bit and enjoy myself and then it was back on the weights so I could bulk up. When I found myself sporting a permanent pot gut I was ashamed and embarrassed. I thought when you were looking at me you were just a bit grossed out by it and felt awful. But then truth be told, as time went on, I actually felt quite free. I’d never really minded watching my weight before but the release of not having to record every calorie I ate in an app was so freeing. After a while I actually started loving my little belly! It felt good to eat and it felt good to have a little timber. Dad bods are in after all!

To hear that in those early stages you were encouraging me to eat is intriguing to me. I knew you were generous with the shopping and the cooking but at that stage I just saw it as you being a great room mate! I had no idea you were doing this intentionally or that you were being vindictive.

I guess it’s time for my confession. When you started putting the gainer shake in my food, that’s when I found out what you were doing. How did you think that I wouldn’t realise? I’ve been using that stuff for years. I can taste it in anything! At first I thought it was just a mistake but then I started tasting it in everything. I confused at first but then it dawned on me that you were lacing my food and I was all set to confront you but it got me thinking. Why would you do that? I then started remembering all the times you’d encouraged me to have an extra potion of something. Or you’d replenished the snacks during the game. I began to notice you checking me out and looking at my belly.

Here’s the thing. I didn’t hate it.

If anything I started to enjoy the attention. The only thing I couldn’t work out was whether you were fattening me up because you hated me or because you liked me and wanted me bigger. So I stared laying traps of my own to see if I could work you out. I began eating more and more to see if you would respond or not. Pretending not to notice that you were constantly plying me with food or putting more unopened beers on the table. You aren’t as subtle as you think you know! I even tried walking round the apartment with my belly on show when I’d stuffed myself to see if you would look or not. And dude, you couldn’t keep your eyes off it! Your eyes followed me round the room like a teenager on heat. That’s when I knew you were into me and the belly.

So I kept it up. I let you stuff me and feed me and get me bloated up every night. And as I leant in to it, I began to enjoy it more and more. The freedom of being able to eat as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted. The feel of my belly getting more and more distended as I packed it full of fattening snacks. The satisfaction of laying back on the sofa totally engorged and rubbing my belly till I felt a little hungry again. I fucking loved it. I even found myself dreaming of eating. Stuffing my face with unreal quantities of food. I’d wake up with wet sheets I was so turned in by them.

Then last week happened. Whatever you gave me knocked me out to be totally honest. I have a vague recollection of some of it. I remember the chilli and some of the game. I remember feeling ravenous. I think I remember the pizzas and now you’ve told me what happened I think I remember you stuffing me. But honestly it was a blur. What I do remember is waking up in the morning the size of a house! Whatever was in those tablets should be illegal. By belly was so distended and hard I couldn’t believe it. I managed to get myself into the shower and take care of it but it wasn’t till after all that that I found your letter.

Now I need you to hear me. What you did was unacceptable. You can’t drug me again without my permission. But that aside, I think I need you to know that I’ve enjoyed the last 12 months more than I’ve ever enjoyed anything in my life. And really, I knew what you were doing and I let you do it. I am so turned on by my new size and a big part of that is having someone do that to me.

It’s gonna take a while to trust you again I think but I’m willing to try to forgive you if you can forgive me for not letting on to you that I knew what you were doing.

I’ve not seen you for a few days but if you get this and your down, I’ve booked a table at the all you can eat Chinese buffet in town for 7pm. If you wanna talk this through then meet me there.

Oh and bring those tablets.

Yours hopefully

Alex

#belly expansion #gainer fiction #gay gainer #stuffing #belly fiction #gainer stories #male gaining #stuffing art #gainer story

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FNAF The Silver Eyes Adaption (WIP)

The main four: Carlton Burke, John Gorodetsky, Charlotte “Charlie” Emily, Jessica Riley

(Long comments under the cut!)

So update: I’ve been held back by college this year from making progress for this project. I’m in the process of sketching right now, and thankfully, I have a solid script to work with. I’m still debating whether I should make Charlie an Asian-American or not, but I’m loving their designs so far! I also made their colors more muted to fit on the vibes I’m going for with this comic.

As for the changes I made…

With Charlie:

As I said, she’s most likely going to become Asian-American in this comic. No specific reason for this change other than I just get bored of drawing characters of the same euro-centric ethnicity.

No, we’re not doing the robot thing.

Let’s give her trauma so bad, she had selective amnesia instead

Self-loathing club Member #1

She’s 18 in my adaption

With John:

The sweetest boy you’ll ever know. He just wants to be there for you, dude.

Russian-American

Also 18

With Jessica:

The baddest bitch on the block.

She’s more motherly-type now on top of being the leader, and the only active braincell in the group

Have an ever-lasting beef with Carlton (she still cares for him tho)

She’s 19, which is maybe the reason why she’s acting more mature than the others?

With Carlton:

Aw man, he legit became my favorite character in this iteration

Irish-Mexican

Self-loathing club Member #2

Beefs with Jessica for shits and giggles.

Has an even bigger beef with Dave (serious)

I gave him trauma so bad, the tea was BOILING with his family by the end of the series

The plot:

As I said, no cyborg Charlie concept! Definitely no Baby appearance too! I’ll add other characters from the games to substitute for Baby’s omission, can you guess who they were? 👀

Carlton plays a bigger role in my iteration, but I’ll make sure to give everyone a spotlight in the plot!

I tried not to cut as much from the original novel as I did, but I rearranged and added more dialogue into their interactions! I’ll be honest, I may have indulged myself a little too much with the (lowkey) found-family dynamic I gave them

Can I say how much of a babygirl Dave is in my script? No? Awww. Ok :(

My brain is too fried to think of what other changes I made in the plot but my ask box is open right now if you guys are curious about my fan-comic! I’m going to upload Dave, his assistant, and some plot-relevant info dump next (hopefully)!

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fancomic #fnaf fanart #fnaf the silver eyes #the silver eyes #charlie emily #fnaf john #carlton burke #fnaf jessica #illustration

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Such a Fool for You

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirty Roy being flirty, angst and insecurity, adults drinking adult drinks

1.1k words

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Roy didn’t ask you out.

On Monday, he greeted you with a smile and a coffee, his fingers brushing against yours as he handed you the paper cup.

“Little something to warm you up,” he hummed with a wink.

On Tuesday afternoon, Phoebe asked when you were getting ice cream with them again.

“I don’t know,” Roy hummed, raising those thick eyebrows at you. “Guess she’ll have to come to another practice.”

On Wednesday morning, he handed you a little pastry bag to go with your coffee before letting his hand brush over your hip for a fraction of a second.

“Chocolate croissant, right?” Like he needed to ask; he had your order memorized at this point.

On Thursday, he stopped to chat after school, letting his gaze wander down your figure; you were wearing the same outfit you’d worn to the girls’ scrimmage.

“Another day of being a fucking distraction?” he teased once his eyes found your face again. “If I’d seen you in a dress like that when I used to play, I’d get hit in the face every time they tried to pass me the fucking ball.”

By the time Roy smirked at you on Friday afternoon and wished you a good weekend, you were slowly descending into a spiral of giddiness and insecurity. Your stomach and heart were constantly doing flips with the way Roy Kent had spent all week smiling at you, and finding little ways to touch you, and winking at you, and you were pretty sure flirting with you. But he had yet to fucking ask you out.

After pretending to do some grading while really thinking about Roy Kent’s brown eyes, you dragged Leanne out of her classroom and down to the pub you often found yourselves at when you didn’t feel like joining the rest of the staff at happy hour. Good mate that she was, she didn’t complain once when you started whining about Roy Kent.

“… and bringing me fucking coffee and pastries, like what the fuck is that?” you huffed, downing the last of your drink. “Right where everyone can see, too. Like he’s trying to fucking stake his claim in me or something.”

Leanne chuckled. “He probably is. You did say he looked ready to pounce when Mr. Price talked to you at the Zoo.”

You slumped down a little. “Then why hasn’t he asked me out?” Your voice was whining, childish, like the kids when you told them they had to do a writing assignment. “What, I’m good enough to flirt with and buy coffee for and those little flirty touches, but not good enough to ask on a real fucking date?” You sighed. “Maybe I’ve… misread things,” you mumbled. “Like you said, he’s nice. Easy to misinterpret or read too much into.” You nodded, more to yourself than Leanne. “It’s flattering, having someone like Roy Kent flirt with me. But maybe that’s all this was, him flirting with me.”

As you sulked, Leanne perked up. “Why don’t you ask him?”

“What d’you-?”

“Is this where the pretty teachers hang out after school?”

Roy Kent smirked, gazing down at you as if you were the only woman in the pub. Fuck, did this man do nothing but skulk around places where teachers like to drink? His eyes sparkled, that same way they’d been sparkling ever since that day you went to lunch with him. He was teasing you. Ever since that day you had lunch, Roy Kent had been teasing you.

He liked teasing you, he realized. You were adorable, all flustered and fidgety, with those wide eyes that stared at him in wonder. As much as he wanted to lift you to your feet and kiss you, right then and there, in front of the whole fucking pub, he wasn’t quite ready to let go of this little game, this little pursuit. It had been a while since he’d felt so infatuated with someone, and, if he was being really honest, there was still the chance that you weren’t as enamored as he was. He didn’t want to make a move just to have you let him down in that sweet way of yours, all sympathies and tenderness. No, he wanted to keep this… thing going for as long as possible, until you made it clear how you felt.

“Hi, Coach,” you squeaked, trying not to look too excited at the sight of him. You were mad at him, after all.

His smirk widened at the sound of your nervous greeting. “Is this my niece’s fault?” he teased, nodding towards your empty drink.

“Oh- no- she’s- I mean-”

God, why did you always end up a babbling mess when Roy Kent smiled at you?

Luckily, Leanne had been there, done that.

“Coach Kent,” she interrupted, tearing Roy’s attention away from you.

“Ms. Bowen,” he greeted, mirroring her light tone. “How’re you?”

You tried to get your heart rate down as the two exchanged quick pleasantries. You couldn’t help but notice the way Roy’s eyes kept shifting to you as he and Lee spoke; he really was the handsomest man you’d ever met, you decided. And, not for the first time, that handsome man caught you staring.

Leanne sat up, raising her eyebrows at the way you and Roy were so clearly pining over each other. “Are you coming to the fall festival?”

The fall festival was one of the biggest fundraisers of the year. Food, games, silent auction, the whole deal. It was honestly very fun, one of your favorite school events. You usually ended up selling baked goods with Leanne, which often involved sneaking cookies when Mrs. Selig wasn’t looking.

He shrugged, eyes on you once again. “I’ll be there.” He cleared his throat and turned back to Leanne. “And all the teachers will be there, I assume?”

Lee nodded towards you. “We’ll probably be selling cookies and things. You should make sure to come say hello.”

Roy nodded. “Maybe I will.” As he turned to leave, his fingers brushed your hand. “Save me a cookie,” he hummed with a wink; and then he was gone.

You groaned and stared at Leanne, who looked nothing short of amused as she sipped her drink. “See? He just fucking flirts with me, fucking teases me, and then leaves. It’s so humiliating. Like, either ask me on a date or leave me the fuck alone and go flirt with the next teacher.”

“Do you think, I dunno, maybe he’s waiting to figure out if you like him back?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you hissed, glancing around to make sure the gorgeous coach was out of sight. “I’m the most obvious dolt in the world, always stuttering and making a fool of myself.”

She shook her head. “He clearly makes you nervous,” she said slowly. “But have you made it clear you’re interested in him, the way he is in you?” She shrugged. “He might not be sure if you get all flustered because you have a crush or because… he’s skeeving you out.”

Oh. Oh no, you realized. You thought back to the night at the club, when he’d left so abruptly. Roy had looked ashamed, panicked. You thought back to the lunch you’d had together, or that moment where he’d put his hand on your back at the zoo. Behind the bravado and confidence, there was always a glimmer of anxiety, as if he was waiting for you to shove him away and scold him for being so forward with his niece’s teacher.

“Shit,” you muttered, slouching further into your seat. “I’m kind of an idiot, aren’t I?”

Leanne smiled sympathetically and lifted her glass. “The prettiest one I know.”

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[winter-sol]

still with you

word count: 1,5k pairing: GN! reader / Leviathan contents: GN reader, SFW. angst and loneliness.

After MC time travels in Nightbringer, they find themselves longing for their loved one's presence and affection. But in the past, things are different, and their relationship with Leviathan is not the same.

Short angsty one-shot. uwu. also at ao3 here ♥

For some reason, the walls of the corridor seem endless today. Your pace is slow, you’re not in a hurry since his invitation pointed at you to come exactly at 10:20 pm. You were ready to end your day and rest at Cocytus Hall, but apparently this new DLC for a game of his promised to be really good and he wanted to try it with a second player because “It’s not like I’m asking you to play with me, ok? I only need a partner. Though, not that kind of partner!”.

That was slightly nostalgic, but also oddly… disheartening. For him to be so ambiguous and nervous again.

That’s the way things are right now. May as well do something about it and not just keep him at arm length. You could never, not when you miss him so much, even if you see him every day.

…

“Hey! Another victory for me, LOL, you suck at this game, MC.”

“I- Ah! It’s not fair, you’ve played this one much more than I have!”

“Nope. No excuses, hehehe.”

Yes, you lost again, but not that you really care. You barely know this game, and to be honest, it’s not becoming one of your favorites. Leviathan is a pro at basically every game he lays a finger on, statistically speaking, yes, you were going to lose.

But to think you’d be able to play this game one day… In the present, as he told you once, it had been discontinued for a couple hundred years.

It’s hard to believe, but that’s the reality you had to accept.

The screen is passing some cutscenes recapitulating the fight both of your characters went through, the loud music turning into background noise as your attention has gone to the aquarium. It lacks a certain member. But so do many things in this room, in this house.

Most of them look the same, though. Turns out that the House of Lamentation and every room have looked the way you remember them since the beginning, with small adaptations of course. But you can’t decide if it’s better or worse, to see it all look the same but for everything to be that different.

“…in there… that kick… was not…”

…

Even that voice. It’s the same tone, the same color. It’s as soothing and pretty as ever. But it’s not his voice. It’s not… your Levi.

“… even there?... MC…”

Of course he is, and you know you’ll fall in love with him again (if you aren’t already), and with enough luck he may fall in love with you too. But it’s not the same…

Right?

“MC?”

Shit.

What.

“What? Ahh… Sorry, I got distracted. You were saying?”

“Oh. Don’t worry” A short pause, and he adds in a fast speech. “I’m not boring you, right?”

Ah…

Ah.

You haven’t heard that one in a while, since before you two were a thing. In the present, that is.

“No, of course not. Sorry, I’ve been kinda spaced out today.”

“Oh, s-sure! Uhmmm…” Another moment of silence, a bit more tense. “I’ll go grab some drinks! I think we finished the last can of soda. Uhm, I’ll be right back, stay here!”

“Ok.”

Clearly uncomfortable, Leviathan stands and hurriedly leaves his room, leaving you there to wait for him.

Even this awkwardness… It’s been so long since Levi felt that way with you. You two had come a long way, from the demon who tried to kill you for losing a stupid quiz, to your friend, to your best friend, and to your lover.

And now, it’s like everything simply was taken away from you. And you can’t do anything about it, not for now. You can’t even confide in him; share the pain you’re going through like you used to with all your concerns and burdens in the present.

You can’t snuggle with him in his bathtub, closed space making you stay too close to each other while one of you rants about their day, about the council, the exams, the other brothers, about anything and everything.

You can’t hide beneath the covers of your bed when it’s too cold and text him to come with you, to spend the night with you so he can warm you up. To fall asleep in his arms, with the dim lights of the tree and the heat emanating from his body lulling you into your dreams.  Such a simple act, to cherish his company just because you can, just because you want to.

But now, you can only look at the bathtub you forced him to accommodate for you in the present, unable to even think about stepping a foot in it.

You can only look at the similar lights you’ve placed in your new room every night, looking for a sense of familiarity, before you cry yourself to sleep.

…

Suddenly overwhelmed, you close your eyes.

A strange wave of sadness makes its way into your brain and your heart.

Can you even take this? Deal with this for who knows how long?

How is he even doing in the present? Does he somehow know you’re in here? Or is he worried, anxious and depressed at your disappearance?

He always worries a bit too much, let his thoughts go to the darkest places, expecting the worst. If only there was a way to send him a message, to let him know you’re ok, that you’re right here by his side, even if it’s not the same, even if his past self has no idea who you actually are.

It’s such a lonely concept, to be in the same place as your loved ones, but for them to be unable to see you. You love all of them, in different ways, but you do. You long for those days where everything was lively and chaotic, and they were your family, and you were theirs.

You open your eyes before you let your thoughts consume you.

Right now, there’s nothing you can do but stay right there for them, right there where they need you, and hope you can be a positive presence for them again. For now, you can only confide in Solomon, and that gives some peace to your heart.

But still, if only…

As if on cue, Leviathan enters the room carrying a bunch of cans in his arms.

“Hey! I’m back. Oh? That’s still on the screen?” He points out at the same sequence repeating, clearly indicating you hadn’t touched the game since he left.

“Ah, yeah, well, since I don’t know the game at all, I didn’t want to press anything and mess it up.” You tell him that instead of saying something like ‘I’m so sad I forgot it was even there in the first place.’ He doesn’t need to know.

“Right. Don’t worry, I’ll press it. Here. Also, I brought these ones, do you like that flavor? I heard it’s popular in here.”

You honestly have no idea what flavor of soda that is, as it doesn’t exist anymore in the present. But you can’t tell the truth since you’re supposed to be a native demon.

“It’s ok, but I prefer that other one”.

“Sure! Take it!”

He seems fine now, not uncomfortable anymore so you hide your true feelings at the back of your heart and end up playing again with him.

You guess you can’t really complain, you’re right here by your beloved demon’s side, enjoying your time together. Hopefully, Leviathan will remember a that certain someone used to spend time with him in the past, and that he was never truly alone during such hard times.

You look at his face and you can notice how bright he looks. He’s enjoying his game, laughing, making jokes, trying to sound cocky but ending up teaching you a few tricks. This scene where both of you are sitting right here, in this place, it’s so familiar. It’s nice. He’s happy with you.

He’s still the same, so you shouldn’t be sad, right?

…

“That was so cool, you got really good at this, you know?”

“Meh, I guess it’s thanks to you. You gave me all those tips. Also, who wouldn’t get better with such a handsome and cool Player 1, right?”

“MC, shut up! Hahaha.”

He laughs and tries to hide his blushed expression at the flirty comment you just threw at him. After he notices you smiling as well, he circles his arms even tighter around you, pressing his head on your shoulder, and gives you a tender kiss on your cheek.

“MC… Don’t ever leave me, ok?”

That was slightly unexpected, but you notice a sweet warmth enveloping you at his honest words.

“Idiot. I’m not going anywhere. In fact, you’ll end up looking for ways to get rid of me.”

“-! No, don’t say that! I would never!”

You only smiled and kissed his lips, reassuring him you won’t leave, not if you can help it.

That was a conversation you two had one lazy afternoon, in the same place you are right now.

But he was behind you, holding you tight against his chest while you played some stupid game together. You were loved by him, not trying to get his trust and friendship all over again.

Turns out you didn’t keep your word. You weren't powerful enough.

What a joke of a sorcerer.

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[tastybluesprite]

Provocation and Motivation (Blue Lock)

Ahhh I love this duo so much. I cannot wait for the new Episode Nagi movie. I hope things work out between them in the end after what happened in the anime lol… anyway!!! Hope you guys enjoy this one.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing just keep scrolling. Also some cursing lol.

Summery: When Reo tries to annoy Nagi, in attempt to make him be more reactive instead of lazy, it backfires heavily.

Reo was doing some stretches that night as he got ready to go to sleep. Being in the Blue Lock dormitory was something he’d need to get used to, since he only ever slept in his own bed at home.

At least Nagi was here. Having a familiar face around really helped.

“Hey Nagi come do stretches with me!” Reo called out ti the white haired boy who was laid on his bed, playing video games on his mini hand held system.

“Nah… sounds exhausting~” he mumbled back.

Reo huffed. He wished he would at least put in effort every once in a while. To do something actually productive.

Reo shrugged and went back to his stretching exercises. Suddenly an idea came to him. Maybe he could try provoking the boy somehow?

It wasn’t a terrible idea. Even though he’s known Nagi for quite a bit of time, he didn’t know if he was the type to get mad or upset. Angry even.

“Hey Nagi.. you know, if you keep sitting around like that and eat too much at the same time, you’re going to get all fat.” Reo told him teasingly.

Nagi merely shrugged. “Meh.”

Reo frowned. Well that was all he got. Truth be told he didn’t know what could possibly annoy or rile him up.

His eyes found the gaming devise he was using. It was then an idea came to him.

He snuck over to the side of Nagis bed, making sure Nagi was too absorbed into the game to pay attention.

He waited a moment, then swiftly reached over to grab the devise.

Before Nagi had a chance to react, the devise was plucked out of his hands.

Reo stuck his tongue out at the white haired boy, grinning mischievously as he hid the devise behind his back.

He finally saw a true look of annoyance on Nagis face, as the much quieter of the two slowly started to get up from his resting position.

“Reo! That’s not cool. I’m going to lose!” Nagi complained.

“Should’ve thought about that before you decided to be lazy and annoying.” Reo reasoned playfully.

“So I’m the annoying one here?” Nagi mumbled. He reached out to grab the gaming devise, but Reo, despite being shorter, managed to keep it out of his reach.

They were like this for a bit, Nagi trying to grab the game while Reo cheekily dodged.

Nagi was starting to get seriously irritated now. As he put more effort into grabbing the game, he managed to accidentally land a poke at the purple haired boys rib.

To his surprise, Reo shrieked and fell backwards onto his butt, dropping the game in the process.

Nagi grabbed the device and looked down at the boy who had just fallen. “What was that Reo?” Nagi asked, knowing full well what happened.

“U-uh nothing! I’m fine. I’m sorry for messing with your game.” Reo said quickly, already feeling tingles of anticipation.

“Don’t worry about it. To be honest I’ve lost interest in it for the moment anyway.” Nagi said lazily, throwing it aside onto his bed.

“O-oh.. why’s that?” Reo asked.

Nagi just stared down at him for a moment. “Because I just found a new toy to play with.”

With Nagis choice of words and how he said it, Reos face immediately flooded with color. He watched as the white haired boy walked closer and closer towards him, unable to do much to stop him at the moment.

“Wait.. wait Nagi.. NO!!!” Nagi leapt onto Reo suddenly, and had him pinned to the floor almost immediately.

“Is there anything I can say that would convince you to let me go right now?” Reo asked nervously.

“Nope.” Nagi replied simply.

He then grabbed his sides, squeezing them. Reo sealed his mouth shut. If he was being forced to endure this, he might as well save the last bit of pride he had by not breaking.

Maybe he could convince Nagi that he was mistaken, and that he was wasting his time.

This was not the case however. He broke immediately when Nagi went for his ribs, digging into, and squeezing them.

“A-hAhah!! Nohohohoho Nahahagi!!!” Reo cried, squirming around helplessly as he uselessly attempted to push his arms away.

Unfortunately his strength seemed to have left his body.

“Wow Reo. You really are super ticklish, aren’t you. I can’t believe I’ve known you all this time and you never bothered telling me?”

“Whyhyhy woohohould ihihihi tehehell yohohOhOhoUhuhu!??!!” Reo protested, squealing, much to his embarrassment, when Nagi found a particularly sensitive spot on his ribs right under his armpits.

“Do you have a particularly bad spot Reo? One that’s the worst of them all?” Nagi asked conversationally. Pretending as if he wasn’t currently tickling the purple haired soccer prodigy to pieces.

“LIHihiHinikE iHIhiHid teHEHEhehEll YOHOhohu!!!” Reo cried, still struggling under his teammates weight.

Nagi frowned. “Bummer. Guess I’ll have to find it myself. At least I have confirmation that you have one.”

Reo didn’t expect Nagi to find it so quickly. As soon as he felt squeezing at his hips, he immediately knew he was done for.

“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHAHASE NAHAHAHAGIHIHIHI!!!” Reo threw his head back in hysterical crackles, kicking out his legs behind Nagi. Seriously, what did he even do to deserve this?

Nagi ignored him as he poked, prodded, massaged, and even spidered his fingers on his hip bones.

“Wow, this seems to be like a pretty sensitive spot for you.” Nagi commented. It wasn’t even meant to sound like teasing, which made it so much worse as teasing.

When Nagi then pressed his thumbs into the dips of the hip bone, massaging and vibrating them into the spot, Reo full on screeched, bucking his hips to hard he damn near threw Nagi off.

“FUHUHUHUCK NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”

“Woah! Looks like I hit the jackpot, huh.”

Reos laughter soon turned into silent hysterics, batting weakly at his attackers hands. At this point all he could do was lay limp on the floor and take it. He was also having difficulty breathing.

Nagi picked up on it and knew he should give the poor guy a break.

Reo lay gasping on the floor, struggling to catch his breath as he curled up on the floor, hugging himself protectively.

“Sorry about that Reo… I just really wanted to do that.” Nagi told him apologetically.

“Hah… hehe.. y-yohohu suhuck…” Reo managed.

Nagi stared at his face. His cheeks were flushed, a grin unable to leave his mouth, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“Heh.”

“Nagi did you just laugh at me?!” Reo bursted out. Eyebrows furrowed with annoyance.

“Sorry. You’re just really cute like this.”

It took a moment for Reo to process what Nagi had just said, a confused expression taking over his face, until his face began to turn a deep shade of red.

“Sh-shut up you jerk!”

Nagi just poked at his side again, which made Reo squeak and fall back again. Yep, truly adorable he was.

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[peaky-shelby]

Define Me | Neymar x OC [6]

Summary: Famous Singer and Actress, Gabriella Hamill, travels to Qatar after being invited on live television by her favorite player, Lionel Messi. Despite the invitation, Ella tries to avoid the cameras and hide in plain side, wanting to enjoy the games without the chaos that comes with being in Public places and it all seems to be going well until she meets Neymar Jr. in this bad boy meets good girl story, the definition of good and bad is lost between the lines and redefined by the past and future.

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Chapter summary: I'll let this one be a surprise 👀

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Ask anyone in the business and they’d tell you that Peter Evans and Gabriella Hamill were the IT Couple of Hollywood. Long time friends before they were actually a thing and when they became a thing the internet went wild. Both at their high of their careers, with Peter taking over Marvel Studios and Lily with her own TV show and a fresh Oscar win. America’s sweetheart was dating Captain America himself and they seemed more in love than anyone and It was true they were. Paradise lasted for a year before it turned to the typical one-sided relationship in which both partners go on and on about their wants and their needs but neither of them seems to listen meanwhile the pressure of the media was always there, pressuring them to get married, to start a family to become a Hollywood royalty. Peter wanted that, she didn’t.

“Peter, I’ve told you before- I can’t do this!” she yelled, while making her way to the kitchen, trying to avoid him but he followed behind her like an angry dog.

“There’s difference between can’t and wont Ella!”

She turned aggressively back at him, pointing with her finger “I was honest with you from the start! I told you I didn’t want kids, not for a long time-“

“That was two fucking years ago, relationships evolve!”

“There has not been a day in this fucking relationship that you haven’t pressured me about it!” she said louder. “All your fucking jokes on interviews, talking about how much you want to be a dad, throwing shots at me whenever- it is in fact exhausting-“

Their fights would usually end nowhere good but at least most of them were at home, where no one else could hear them or record, meanwhile they’d play the happy couple on the carpet. Until it exploded in their face.

January 7, 2020 – One Day Before A Concert, Greece

“I’m tired of you pretending that we are fine, we are not fine Peter!” she screamed in between her sobs.

“Maybe it’s because you were fucking your fucking guitarist a moment ago-“ he mumbled, standing in front of the wide window from were he could see Acropolis. The hotel room was small, so small that it could easily turn into a war zone in just a few seconds. Gabriella watched him with her eyes wide open.

“You think I’d do that to you?” she asked, her voice cracking. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “no” she shook her head “You’re just looking for a reason to blame this on me, so you won’t blame yourself- its what you’ve always done!”

He turned to face her, his expression blank, his t shirt wrinkled. “It’s not my fault you can’t have any kids, it’s yours, isn’t it?”

To that she didn’t respond but if there was a sound to describe her heart breaking it would be the cold sigh that escaped her lips. She had never felt this pain in her chest before, the man she loved most in the world stabbing her with words she had only ever trusted him with. A part of her wanted to find an excuse, to blame it on the drinks he had before he came to her hotel room but another was sick of the gas lighting and the manipulation and being distracted like that.

“How dare you?” she whispered. He avoided her eyes, looked anywhere but her. He rubbed his face while she got closer. She hit him on the chest, slapped him repeatedly until he grabbed both of her hands and dropped them. He walked away from her, grabbed his jacket from the bed and put it on. Gabriella watched him leave and when he opened the door, she grabbed the nearest glass she could find and threw it at him on the hall, yelling every curse word she could think of. Everything else from that night was a blur, she knew people had seen her in the hallway in the hotel. She locked herself in her room, drank every bottle of alcohol she could find and woke up in the shower, while Maggie was throwing water in her face. Broken glasses and broken bottles covered the floors, which she must have stepped on and fallen on repeatedly because she had was bleeding from multiple scars. Next time she opened her eyes, she was in a hospital room, everyone wondering what the hell had happened to America’s sweetheart.

It wasn’t long before she fell back in her old habits, painkillers and sometimes heavy drugs. That addiction had started when she was 20. Only Maggie and Chris knew why, only Maggie kept the secret because on November 1st, just a few days before the election the whole world found out about the “Abortion of the America’s sweetheart”. She never thought she could be used as a political weapon, until she watched republicans yelling on TV about how the “democratic” actress and rolemodel would ruin their daughter’s future. She didn’t think she could ever love anyone after that until now.

But he didn’t kiss him. Although his lips hovered over hers for what felt like hours, she didn’t kiss him. She walked out of the car and walked back home, keeping her head down as she thought about kissing him and what it would mean. Ask her why she didn’t and she wouldn’t give you a straight answer because the truth is she didn’t know. She didn’t even wait for him to come after her like they did in movies and grab her in the most romantic way before putting his lips on hers. She was a lonely, scared, defensive idiot that couldn’t allow herself to fall in love with anyone and she really thought she had succeeded for the last 2 years in doing that. She really hadn’t fallen in love with anyone, anyone she’d kiss would be a fling, burnt out by noon and yet Neymar was a fire, and she hadn’t even kissed him yet.

She laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. At some point she fell asleep and her mind started wandering in her darkest memories, reminding her of all the reasons she didn’t kiss him, all the reasons of her disappearance. When she woke up in the morning she had her coffee alone on the balcony, she didn’t even open her phone to see how the game with France ended. Maggie didn’t even try to begin a conversation; she knew better than that. And the whole day seemed to be going as silent and as that until she heard the doorbell and it was weird because every inch of her body wanted to be Neymar. She opened the door hopeful and was met by the kind smile of Antonella. Holding a bowl of Ice Cream on her hands. “Mama said it can freeze away any worry.” Gabriella couldn’t help but smile and let her in, leading her outside on the balcony where they both sat, eating from the same bowl.

“Did you see the game?” asked Antonella, taking a full bite of ice cream.

“No, I was too busy regretting all my life choices” she said, swallowing the ice cream.

“It’s fine the English seemed to be doing the same thing-“

Gabriella left down her spoon, surprised “England lost?”

“Hmm” nodded Antonella “France is on the semi finals.”

“France against Portugal then?”

“Oh no!” Antonella said quickly raising her finger “Morocco”

Now she was in real shock, she laughed, covering her mouth “Are you kidding?”

“Nope.” She smiled “Hakimi showed Ronaldo how it’s done.”

Gabriella shook her hand and reached for the phone on her pocket, finally opening it. All the texts that had been sent overnight while she had it shut down, reached her, beep after beep and she ignored them all until he name popped on her screen. Her expression fell, her eyes closing.

“Estas Bien?” Asked Antonella. Gabriella left her phone on the table and leaned back on her chair, letting out a deep huff “No, no I am not.” She said quickly “Think I’ll spent today regretting all my life choices as well.”

“You could do that.” Antonella reached for bowl, digging in her spoon until she was satisfied “or you could make some new choices.” She added, eating from her spoon.

Gabriella glanced up, raising her eyebrows “What is that a Spanish saying or something?”

“I mean I could say it in Spanish if it makes you feel better.”

Gabriella sat better on her chair, looking at Antonella like a kid. She hesitated but then- “Can you please?” she asked. She wanted to hear the language, she wanted to pretend it was her mother across from her for a while. Gabriella smiled and pulled the chair closer to Gabriella, reaching for her cheek. “puedes pensar en las elecciones pasadas o puedes ir y hacer nuevas y buenas elecciones.” She leaned closer as she said it and perhaps it was an automatic response but Gabriella threw herself on her and hugged her as tight as she could, hiding her face in her hair. “está bien chiquitín! ¡no te preocupes” whispered Antonella, rubbing her back while she sobbed in her arms. “Hey- hey, ¡Oye! Mírame.” She asked, and Gabriella obeyed, looking up to her. Antonella wiped her tears away quickly “Fue él quien me dijo que viniera a verte. Estaba muy preocupado.” Gabriella knew she was referring to Neymar. He's the one that called her to come, something along those lines. Antonella was quick to translate it to English “He called me and told me he was worried because you weren’t answering” Gabriella felt immediately bad, she sniffed back her sobs. “Leo had an advice too.”

“Leo knows about this?” she asked, feeling embarrassed.

“Of course, he does. He wanted to come but he had training.”

“What’s his advice then?”

“cuando tienes el balón, marcas. Sólo pasan unos segundos antes de que llegue alguien, te lo robe y te placen mientras lo haces.”

Gabriella smiled. She got a few words, something about scoring when you have the ball otherwise you will get tackled and broken before you even know it. “It’s always about football with him, isn’t?” she laughed in between her sobs. Antonella nodded, smiling.

“You learn to get used to it.” She said and hugged her again, holding her close to her chest.

NEYMAR’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Outside it was raining. Inside Kylian Mbappe was making most of the noise, yelling at the screen whenever he’d miss a chance while playing fifa. “Hey! Wake up!” he yelled looking at Neymar, who was barely playing. Kylian paused the game, throwing the control on the couch and then grabbing a pillow and throwing it on his friend’s face.

“HEY!” Neymar yelled back at him “what the fuck?” he asked, holding on the pillow.

“You wanna focus on the game?”

“What does it matter, it’s just a game isn’t it?” he mumbled, throwing his controller on the table.

“Is this about brazil loosing?”

“What else would it be about?”

“I don’t know mystery girl aka Gabriella Hamill possibly.”

“No.” Neymar answered quickly, leaning back at the couch. He could feel Kylian staring and it was in fact getting annoying “Maybe it’s both.”

“Maybe.” Kylian mocked, laughing. Neymar got up and headed straight for the table with the drinks.

“I think I’ll leave tomorrow. Head back to brazil-“he said while pouring a drink for himself. Kylian watched him from over the couch, shifting his body to look at him.

“You just rented this apartment.”

“They’ll get their money. It’s fine. I wanna go back home…”

“Or get away” mumbled Kylian under his breath, sifting his body to look back at the screen.

“What does that mean?”

“Come on Ney. You always run away when things are hard, it’s your thing, either that or you get it out on the referees.” He laughed, Neymar got an ice cube from the bowl and threw it at him.

“HEY!” He yelled rubbing his head and looking back at Neymar who sat back to where he was sitting before, taking a sip from his fresh drink. “Didn’t even make me one?”

“Shut up.” Mumbled Neymar as a thunder sounded from outside the house. Just a few seconds later, the door bell rang, startling both of them. If someone had recorded their reaction it would have gone viral, Neymar jumped so abruptly he spilled his drink on the floor and Kylian cuddled himself on the corner of the couch. Kylian kicked Neymar.

“Don’t open the goddamn door. I’ve seen horror movies starting like that-“

Neymar took a few breaths to relax and completely ignored his friend. He got up and walked to the door. Looking at the camera screen, first. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He opened the door quickly, her small figure standing in front of him. Covered just by her hoodie which was completely wet by now, he stared down at her, now knowing how to act or what to do.

“hey.” She whispered, coughing.

“Hi.” He responded. The tension between them raising until-

“Bonjour!” jumped in Kylian, getting Gabriella’s attention who let out a small laugh when she saw him. She covered her mouth quickly.

“Bonjour Kylian.” She said from behind her hand. Neymar smiled at the way she was blushing.

“Are you going to invite her in dude?” he asked, reminding Neymar his manners. Neymar motioned for Ella to get in and closed the door. “Ms. Hamill, enchante” he said sitting up on the couch.

“Comment ca va Kylian?” she asked, while Neymar unzipped and took of her wet hoodie leaving her with just her t-shirt.

“Tu parle francais?” he asked surpised and got up to walk closer to her.

“I’ll get you another one.” Said Neymar quickly, running to his bedroom to get another hoodie. Meanwhile Kylian seemed to be enjoying the awkwardness.

“En peu.” She answered his question, narrowing her eyes “felicitations pour la victoire!” she added, smiling up at him. Neymar sprinted back to her with one of his hoodies, helping her wear it. After that he just kept staring at her and she at him, while Kylian was staring at both of them.

“Kylian.” Neymar addressed him without even looking at him.

“Hm?”

“Get the fuck out.”

“it’s raining.” He smiled, looking at Gabriella now.

“thankfully you’re not made out of sugar.” He answered quickly.

“What if I get hit by a thunder.”

“Kylian.” Repeated Neymar, this time more as a warning.

“Yes of course.” He nodded and ran to get his shoes, putting them on quickly and returning to where his was before. He took hold of Gabriella’s hand and kissed it, smirking at her. “You be good kids.” He added before leaving them alone.

When he shut the door both of them seemed to relax.

“You want a drink?” asked Neymar, moving to the table with the drinks.

“Yes please.” She asnwered, following behind him, slowly. All while he was pouring the drinks, she was staring at his hands, tracing the tattoos on his skin, the ones she could see, with her eyes. She was still staring when he turned back to her to hand her drink and she made sure to touch skin as he took the glass in her own hands. Her gaze slowly lifted to land on him. There was something about her eyes, he hadn’t noticed before, lust. The way she looked at him like she was promising a future, like she was begging for one. She got closer and Neymar actually felt his heard beating faster, he was anxious. He was never anxious. She let her glass down on the table, there was so much silence he heard the glass settling on the silver, like a warning. He took another sip while he watched her and he would have taken another one if she hadn’t reached for his glass, taking it away from him, leaving it next to hers while her eyes remained on his. Then she held on his shit, pulling him down to her.

“I stopped you last night.” She said in a whisper. He was stepped closer, his confidence returning, he gently rubbed his nose against hers. “Would you accept my apology?” she asked, their lips inches apart. He smirked.

“Depends. What do I get in return?”

She looked back and forth between his eyes and his lips, her face serious, sexy, her expression hypnotizing. “Me.”

He crashed his lips on hers without sparing even a second. Taking in her taste, her smell, everything she could give him in that moment and if you asked her, she’d tell you that she would give him anything, anything he wanted as long as he asked her for it. He lifted her up in his arms, almost like he wanted to make sure she was real and not just a fantasy. His kisses trailed down to her chin and then her neck as she leaned her head back, she he’d have better access, a soft moan escaping along with her breath. That was enough to give him all the confidence he needed for the whole night. “me” she said to him and he would take all of her as if her life depended on it. He carried her to his room, laid her on his bed as he took of his shirt, showing her every single tattoo all over his body. He hovered above her, balancing his arms on the bed. He started from her neck, leaving a mark on her skin as a reminder in the morning and then her ear, biting it slightly.

She grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him down to kiss her lips instead because that’s what she wanted most, to taste him, to keep kissing him until her lips were dry and she had no air left in her lungs. He pulled of his hoodie from her and just a second later, he took off her t-shirt, kissed her breast while she let fingers get lost in his curls. She reached under his chin, to make him look up at her. He smirked again, leaning his head down to her ear.

“Apology accepted.” He whispered and made sure that night he’d take exactly what she promised him… her.

dw the steamy part is not over, just wanted to let you look forward for the next chapter. As always please please comment, it's very important to keep my going. I love you all xx comment what you like so far. How do you think this will end? Will they just be happy for the next 4 chapters? Or is there another storm coming 👀👀

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[catierambles]

Back in the Saddle Pt3

Pairing: Syverson x Heather Markum (OFC)

Warnings: Non explicit sexy times

WC 2961

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Heather watched him sleep, propped up on her elbow on her side in bed. He had taken from her several times as they were together, and she thought she would feel some kind of side effect, but there was nothing. No fatigue. No pain. Nothing. He was very adamant that he never took from the other women enough to hurt them, so she figured there were some dangers in what he had to do to survive. Feeding off their life force sounded quite serious if he went overboard. The look in his pitch black eyes as he had fed from her would stay with her forever, gold swirling in the depths in a mesmerizing display, only adding to the feeling of him pulling from her.

The doorbell went off and she pressed one last kiss to his shoulder before she got up, pulling on an extra long hoodie that ended at her knees to cover her nudity before heading down the stairs to the front door. Turning back the locks, she opened the door and her arms crossed over her stomach when she saw who it was.

“Where is he?” David asked and she scowled at him. “Don’t play games with me, Heather. Where is he?”

“Asleep. We had a busy night.” She said, and paused for a moment, “And morning.”

“You slept with him?” David asked, his tone incredulous.

“Oh, we did that too, off and on.”

“Heather, he--”

“I know.” She said and he blinked at her. “I opened your email, I talked to him about it, he gave me an explanation, and we’re past it now.”

“What was his explanation for stealing the identity of a dead man?”

“None of your business.”

“What’s his real name?”

“Jake Syverson.” She said.

“Heather…”

“Don’t.” She said, “David, stop. And don’t try to pass it off as you’re just worried about me. You misused station resources to run the license plate of your ex-wife’s new boyfriend, and now you’re harassing your ex-wife about said boyfriend. That doesn’t exactly make you look good. Sy is who he is, and that’s more than good enough for me. So you’re going to drop it. I hear or see anything about this again, and I will be reporting you. I’ve always been on good terms with your Captain. Understood?” He was quiet, looking at her with angry eyes, “Do we have an agreement?”

“You--”

“Touch her and they won’t find you.” Heather looked over her shoulder, seeing Sy walk down the stairs in his uniform pants, the top button undone.

“You’d threaten a police officer?” David asked. 

“I’m warning my girlfriend’s ex-husband what’ll happen if he tries to hurt her.” Sy said, joining her at the door. “Come near her again, and you’ll be just another missin’ person.”

“Who the fuck are you?” David asked.

“Jake Syverson.” Sy said simply, “Have the day you deserve.” He closed the door in his face, throwing both of the locks. They waited until they heard his car pull away from the house before she let out a sigh, Sy pulling her to his chest with his hand at the back of her head.

"Be honest with me?" She asked, pulling away to look up at him.

"Of course. No more secrets."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Doll, I was in the Army Special Forces."

"I mean after."

"Oh." He said and paused for a moment, "Once."

"Was it--"

"No, it wasn't some woman I went home with." He said, "It was before I settled on the speed datin' thing. I went out to a bar, but I struck out. Was about to go home when I heard a scuffle in an alley. A woman was gettin' attacked. I pulled the guy off her, and…I killed him."

"How?"

"I can control how much I take at one time. I took it all, in one big breath. Damn near made me sick." Sy explained, "I made sure the woman was okay, tellin' her I just knocked him out, and saw her safely in a taxi home. Last time I saw her and no one ever came knockin' about it. I wasn't thinkin', I was reactin'. I coulda just knocked him out for real, but I didn't."

"You saved that woman, though, and probably a lot of others."

"I know, it makes it a little easier." Sy said and she leaned into him again, wrapping her arms around his chest. "Speakin' of, how you feelin'?"

"I feel fine." Heather admitted.

"Not bullshittin' me?" He asked and she shook her head. "I took more from you than I usually take, couldn't help myself, but you don't…"

"Sy?"

"I can tell how much someone has to give me, like a gas gauge. I take just enough to make the needle move and that's it, but you…yours didn't budge. No matter how many times I took from you, it stayed firmly on full." He explained, "Couldn't tell you why, it didn't feel any different than any other time."

"Really?"

"Okay, maybe a little." He admitted with a shrug, "But that's only because I'm fallin' for ya."

“Really?” She asked again, leaning back to look at him.

“Doll, I’m pretty sure I started fallin’ for ya the moment I first heard you laugh.” He said and she stared at him for a moment. “What? Too much?”

“You’re not real!” She exclaimed, reaching up to pull him down into a kiss and making him laugh.

Sy stopped pretending to be normal, not eating or drinking anything all day, telling her that what he took from her would last him for a bit.

“So where do you live?” She asked as she ate from a bowl of pasta she made for lunch. “Can’t imagine you have a place under your real name, the background check would show that you’re legally dead.”

“I hop from motel to motel.” He admitted and she blinked at him. “What? You said it, a background check would give the game away.”

“You’re homeless?”

“I ain’t livin’ on the streets or anythin’.”

“Jake.” She said and he pulled an admonished face at his first name. “You’re living here.”

“Babe.”

“Don’t “babe” me, you’re moving in.” She said, “End of discussion.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“Do you need to get your things?”

“I have a couple bags in my truck. I travel light.”

“Go get them.” She said and he pushed up from his seat at the kitchen island, grabbing his keys from the table by the door where he had thrown them and leaving the house, coming back a few moments later with a couple of duffel bags in his hands. “How’d you get your things? Uniforms and such?”

“First stop after I was dug up was to my parents.” He said as he set his bags down by the stairs, “They know I’m alive, sorta, and my current condition. They were shocked to say the least when I showed up on their doorstep in my burial suit.”

“I bet. Who dug you up?” This was the weirdest conversation she’s ever had.

“I don’t remember. Don’t remember a lot from when I first woke up. Thankfully. Pretty sure those nightmares of wakin’ up in a coffin would be intense.” Sy said, “First thing I remember after…dyin’ was sittin’ against my tombstone with a poundin’ headache, dug up grave beside me, and I was alone.” He looked so haunted by it that she got up from her seat, going over to him and lacing her arms around his waist, looking up at him.

“Well, you’re not alone anymore.”

“I know.” He said softly, his hands on her back. “Heather, I…I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you. It’s only been about a week since we met, but already you…you accepted me, and now you’re helpin’ me, givin’ me a place to live.”

“Don’t thank me just yet, we don’t know if David is going to drop it, or if he’s going to cause issues.” She said and he nodded. "How do you afford things? Again, the standard employment background check."

"My parents funneled my military life insurance payout to me, along with my 401k. They were the beneficiaries." Sy said and she nodded. "Not much left though, after three years of hoppin' around. Even with bein' careful."

"Well, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I'm not exactly going to charge you rent." Heather said.

"Babe, I'm gonna be the best damn househusband in the world. You get home and the place is gonna be spotless and I'll have dinner waiting." He said and she snorted, going on her toes to give him a kiss. "I got no problem bein' a sugar baby."

"Oh my god." She giggled and he smiled down at her.

True to his word, when she got home from work the following week, he had dinner waiting for her and he was one hell of a cook. On particularly rough days when she dealt with difficult clients, he even had a bath drawn for her, fragrant bath salts mixed into the warm water. She could get used to this, she thought, as she relaxed against his chest in the tub, his arms warm and strong around her. His feeding from her became almost normal, although not regular, as what he took from her seemed to last longer than it usually did, probably because he could take more from her than usual without it having any kind of effect on her. He only did it when they were together, the pull in her chest adding to the feeling of him moving inside her.

A couple more weeks passed and they didn’t hear from David, but she knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t just going to drop it. His steadfast dedication to solving a mystery is what made him a good cop.

Locking her car with the fob, she headed up the walkway to the front door.

“Heather Markum?” She heard and turned, seeing the man walking up the driveway towards her. He was wearing a muted suit, dark brown hair combed back with a neat mustache covering his upper lip, the beginnings of a beard on his jaw. He would have been unremarkable, if he hadn’t been massive with muscle.

“Yes?” She asked.

“A notification came in that an AWOL soldier who faked his death was hiding here.”

“Motherfu--” She sighed. David. “I’m sorry you wasted your time, but he’s not here. It’s just me. My ex-husband sent you on a wild goose chase.”

“Your ex-husband?”

“David Steward?” She asked, “I’m guessing that’s who “notified” you. I’m dating an Army Captain, yes, but he’s not AWOL, he didn’t fake his death, and again, he’s not here.”

“I see.” He didn’t seem convinced.

“You’re with the Army?”

“Something like that.”

“I never got your name.”

“No, you didn’t.” Okay, she was starting to not like this.

“Have a nice night.” She said and headed for the door again, taking her keys out of her bag.

“Ms. Markum--” The front door opened before she got there, halting the man’s words.

“Back off, Walker.” Sy said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Syverson.” “Walker” said, his tone somewhat incredulous. “How did you--”

“I didn’t.” Sy said simply.

“I was at your damn service.”

“Means a lot.”

“I’m the one who gave the damn flag to your mom.”

“Thank you.” Sy said and there was a pause before he stepped around her, going to him and pulling him into a brotherly hug. “Good to see you again, man.”

“Fucker.” Walker said, returning the hug, “You have explaining to do.”

“Let’s head inside.” He said as he pulled away and Walker nodded. Sy shooed her into the house, smacking her butt lightly and making her swat at him in retaliation, Walker’s chuckle sounding behind her. “Made carbonara, babe.”

“Nice.” She said and headed into the kitchen to grab herself a bowl. “Uh…Walker?”

“August.” He said.

“August, yes, Sy always makes too much food when he cooks, would you like some?” She asked and there was a pause.

“I’m good, but thank you.” He said.

“She’s just being a good hostess, don’t give me that look.” Sy said and Heather cringed inwardly, scooping pasta and bacon into a bowl and pulling a fork from the drawer.

“So…” Heather started as she came back into the living room, seeing Sy and August seated opposite from each other.

“Babe, this is the friend I told you about.” He said, “The one that got snagged by the CIA after his six years was up.”

“The one that said he would put in a good word for you?” She asked and he nodded. “Oh, I figured you guys were friends seeing as you bro-hugged and didn’t swing at each other, but nice to have it confirmed.”

“Explain.” August said and Sy gave a large sigh before he gave him the abridged version of what he had told her. How he had died, and was buried, it just didn’t take and he was dug up. “By who?”

“No idea.” Sy said and continued on with his new dietary requirements leaving out how he had found sources for what he needed now.

“Bullshit.” August said.

“Do the eye thing?” Heather suggested and he nodded, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again. August sat back in his seat as he saw his pitch black orbs that quickly faded back to normal.

“Not bullshit.” He said and Sy nodded. “So you’re what? Some kind of vampire now?”

“I guess? Sorta?” He said, “I don’t drink blood or anythin’, but I do have to take some kind of life essence stuff to keep me goin’.”

“Energy vampire.” Heather said and they looked at her. “Sy, you should have realized by now that I’m kind of a goth. Of course I know about different types of vampires.”

“Didn’t think there was more than one, to be honest.” Sy admitted.

“The blood drinking variety is the most common, and commonly known, but there are ones that feed off the life energy or vital essence of someone rather than their blood.” She explained, “People have claimed to be this kind, but it’s bullshit and they should probably get some kind of psychiatric help because they also admitted that they still need to eat food and drink water to sustain themselves. You’re one in truth because food and water don’t do anything for you and you actually need to draw a person’s life force in order to keep yourself alive and have. You also have some party favors thrown in for good measure.”

“Such as?” August asked, arching a brow at him.

“I can fiddle with people’s memories of me.” He said with a shrug, “Make’em forget me altogether if I wanna. Can only do recent memories, though. Like, I can make you forget comin’ here, but I can’t make you forget when we served together.”

“Short term versus long term memory.” August said and Sy nodded.

“I guess.”

“Your folks know you’re alive?” August asked and he nodded again. “Good. Would have ripped you a new one if they didn’t.” He looked at Heather just as she took a bite of pasta. “And I’m guessing that you know all of this, as you seem unsurprised at any of it.”

“Uh huh.” She said around the pasta, “David pulled some shit, I did my own digging, and I confronted Sy about it. He laid it out for me.”

“And you’re okay with this?”

“Again, kind of a goth.” She said, “And what goth doesn’t want to shack up with a vampire?” Sy turned in his seat to look at her. “Calm down, that’s not the only reason why I’m with you.”

“Better not be.” He grumbled, turning back around, but the words lacked any real weight.

“Has he ever…have you let him…”

“Feed from me?” She finished helpfully and he nodded. “Yeah, sometimes. To say more would be going into really personal territory and you seem cool, but we just met.”

“Heather is…different.” Sy said, “I can take from her as much as I want without it hurtin’ her.”

“How?” August said and they both shrugged.

“Walker,” Sy said, “Question for you, though, bud. What the hell you doin’ here?”

“I told Heather that we were informed that you were here. Truth is I had a tracer on your name from when you were alive that I just never took off. It notified me when someone called into the nearest Army base saying there was an AWOL soldier hiding here using your name. I intercepted the call and told the person I would handle it.” August said.

“David.” Sy said, clicking his tongue against his teeth.

“Most likely.” Heather said.

“You had a tracer on me?” Sy asked.

“It’s how I kept track of you after I left the service.” August said with a shrug, “You never wondered how I knew to send you a bottle of whiskey every time you got promoted?”

“I was more stoked about the free bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue.” He said, “It’s great scotch whiskey, but it’s also stupid expensive on a military paycheck.”

“Oh!” Heather said, “I have a bottle of that!” She set the bowl down on the coffee table before heading into the kitchen. “It was a wedding present. David and I never opened it and we both forgot about it in the divorce.” She came back with the bottle, handing it to Sy and he looked it over before he and August looked at her expectantly. “I’ll get you guys glasses.”

“Thank you, babe.” Sy said with a smile.

“Uh huh.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #back in the saddle

[thewertsearch]

CC: Now t)(at we are bot)( in t)(is game, and )(ave left our world be)(ind... CC: And you can no longer pose t)(e danger to our people t)(at you )(ad always planned to... CC: I t)(ink it is not really necessary for me to be your moirail anymore.

Eridan’s genocide bluff has been ruined, because something else killed all the trolls first. Bet he didn’t see that coming. 

CA: i wont even use my weird accent while i type ok so you know im bein really dead serious and honest about this CC: Uh... CC: Okay, I am being serious and honest too. SEE?

Oh, wow. Gamzee couldn’t shed his quirk for more than a couple of messages, but these two are dropping theirs for the rest of the chat.

Do my eyes deceive me? Are we about to see... emotional honesty?

CA: i mean we are supposed to be fated to be moirails arent we [...] CC: In order to be destined for moirallegience, both people have to be on board, don't you think? CC: But I cannot do it anymore. So I think it just wasn't meant to be all along.

This moirallegiance was built on insincerity. Eridan never posed the danger he pretended to, and Feferi’s attempts to pacify him were just wasted effort.

I think, on some level, she’s realized this. 

CA: I DIDNT EVER NEED ANYONE TO LOOK AFTER ME [...] CA: and the only reason i put up with stickin my flipper in this fuckin shithole quadrant with you was CC: Was what?

Eridan’s plan was to enter a moirallegiance with Feferi, which would later transition into a matespritship. There are a whole host of problems with this plan, but it’s exactly the kind of shitty decision a teenager would make. 

After everything he’s done, and the way he’s acted, I’d be shocked if Feferi reciprocated.

CA: since you dont wanna be pale with me no more CA: the possibility a some other type of arrangement with me [...] CA: somethin a bit more CA: kinda reddish [...] CC: Um... CC: I really don't know about that.

Game over, Eridan.

CC: I've never had a chance to consider anything like that! I have just spent all my time worrying about you and trying to keep you from killing everybody or hurting yourself.

Feferi couldn’t pacify him, because his aggression was an act to attract a kismesis, and possibly a moirail/matesprit. No wonder she was on edge - she wasn’t seeing any progress.

Eridan tried to game the quadrant system, failed, and ended up hurting his friend as a result. Has he realized this - and, more importantly, would he care? 

CC: We have left our world behind. Everyone is dead, and there's no use in worrying about it now. CC: It's over! It is time to play this game and focus on building something new and ------EXCITING. CC: So )(ang in t)(ere, -Eridan.

The quirk’s back on, and so is the mask. 

Conversation over. 

It's hard, and no one understands.

#2467 #homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5 #s41

[renaultphile]

TC tag game

Thank you for the questions and for tagging me @spudodell.

Rules: Answer the questions and tag other TC fans!

1. "He would not fucking say that" only they did and it's canon. When/who?

Ralph to Laurie in the ‘break-up’ scene, as soon as Laurie starts asserting himself:

"Don't waste time, Spud. It's childish to start an argument about whether we love each other, the moment I go and sit on the other side of the room”

What a horrible thing to say!  Run like the wind, Laurie!

2. Did they kiss in the study? Yes/no + why you are 100% correct about this.

First let’s take a moment to appreciate Spudodell's recent spot of a stealth kiss (can you re-blog that one too, I couldn't find it!) at the beginning of the ‘break-up’ scene when Laurie comes through the door, which to me is absolutely definitive and ground-breaking (not in a good way for me, but still….brilliant detective work!)

On the kiss, I am in the ‘no kiss’ camp, but it is not possible to be definitive.  I feel that Mary plays a lot with echoes, parallels, and contrasts, and for me ultimately I feel the lack of a kiss is meant to be a contrast to other moments in the book, not an echo. 

But what has exercised me more recently is, kiss or no kiss (but especially if there was a kiss), this scene in chapter two really gives me the creeps.  I have been reading around the topic for some schoolboy Ralph fics and Alec/Ralph (watch this space on that one), and it has become ever more clear (Alec Waugh’s commentary ‘Public School Life’ being the best reference on this) that Prefects really were like Gods.  He points out that prefects had almost as much power as but even less accountability than teachers due to the ‘no-snitch rule’.  You can see it in the discussion of Hazell and his confessions, and how contemptuous the schoolboys are of him for 'confessing' (or in modern terms, reporting an inappropriate relationship).

In some ways, a kiss could explain quite a lot about Laurie’s behaviour and attitudes to Ralph in the book.  But to be brutally honest, I’ve had enough of creepy behaviour in men being disguised as ‘romantic’ in heterosexual romances (Mr Rochester, anyone?) and the thought of encountering it in a gay context in such a beloved book is just too much to bear.

So, no kiss for me!  He was still behaving pretty weirdly but that’s understandable in the circumstances.

3. Mandatory question about Ralph's alleged tattoos.

I’m sold on the fic that has him get a tattoo of his sunken ship.  Love the co-ordinates of Dunkirk idea though!  But I think Lux’s one is more realistic.  My reading of that being that he got drunk and wanted to fit in so he got a load of random not-very-good-ones.

4. 53 vs 59 edition: quote a line or paragraph that is better in the edition you like the least.

I favour the ’59 edition, as I broadly feel the cuts make it read better.  But there is one exception.  When Laurie is daydreaming about swimming with Charles, Mary cuts this line:

“Take off your things and jump in."

Apparently skinny-dipping was a step too far for the US audience!  Scandalous!

5. Which TC character would feel right at home here on tumblr dot com?

Bunny but not in a good way.

6. Tag yourself at Alec's birthday party.

I’m Laurie as in sitting in the corner checking out the books.  Not as in going on a rescue mission with some drunken guy.

7. Post a TC meme.

Sorry I couldn’t find the source of this – not exactly a meme but it made me laugh!

8. Easy to talk about who deserved better. Who deserved worse?

Not that I know what happened to them, but Andrew’s relatives who tried as hard as they could to ruin his life, as if his parents dying wasn't bad enough.

9. You can break the fourth wall (at any point in the novel) and say a single sentence to our protagonist, Laurie Odell. What do you say?

I would tell him not to let Dave bully him into leaving Andrew without seeing him.  Because he knows with every fibre of his being that Andrew would not want that.

10. What's a question you have about TC? One you haven't found an answer for yet.

Too many to say.  It’s the unknown unknowns that really get me.

Tagging @gayskogul @telltaleangelina @jeork @alovelywaytospendanevening @black-bentley and anyone else who wants to play and would like to raise their head above the parapet!!

#Tag Game #the charioteer #Sorry giving Ralph a bit of a hard time here but y'know.....

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I want to know you. Pt. 1

Simon Riley x gender neutral reader

I’m doing it guys I hope you enjoy.

Summary: you and Simon get to spend a lot of alone time together thanks to work. It doesn’t go quite how you were expecting.

Warnings: none

Your code name is Fennec (like the fox)

Uhh yeah here it is :) (also first part is short still testing the waters with this whole posting my writing thing) not perfect but please enjoy.<3

“You and ghost have been tasked with scoping out an area that has a high profile target residing in it. In your free time you and ghost will be staying at a small and old safe house. You will be there for approximately three weeks.” Price announced with a small grin on his face. He knows me and ghost aren’t necessarily the best of friends. “When are we leaving?” I asked. “Tomorrow 8am.”Price said, Ghost nodded. I looked at the time at the clock behind Price, it was 6:47 pm. “Okay well I better start packing.” I stood from my chair and excused myself from the room. Well isn’t this amazing. I was thinking on my way back to my room. Just fucking amazing.

And just like that we were on our way to somewhere in Mexico. I spent a lot of time in awkward silence both on the plane and during our first few hours at the safe house. It was great. The grump had barely said anything to me at all this whole time, which is what I expected. I don’t think he’s ever really liked me that much. At least it feels nothing like how he is with soap. But soap is well soap it’s pretty easy to get along with him.

I was making some dinner for me and Ghost, beef and rice with steamed broccoli. Very bland. I was just about to plate the food when I felt a looming presence behind me. The ghost is very quiet but I know he’s there. “Do you need something Ghost?” He’s been quite cold to me, I tried to be nice for a while but I can play this game if that’s what he wants. “You can call me Simon now.” I turned around. He’s corrected me every time I’ve called him Simon and he’s never called me anything other than fennec even in non-strictly work settings. So this is strange. “Where is this coming from?” He was very close to me, I was almost backed against the counter. “Can I be honest with you Y/n?” Y/n? “Yes?” He came closer and I placed my hands on the counter behind me. He was so large, his figure was intimidating and this unusual behavior made me nervous. “I want you, I have for a while now.” Want me? Seriously. “You’ve been so cold to me Ghost, what are you talking about?” He sighed. “I’m sorry for my behavior, I’ve been trying to keep my distance from you, I don’t think I’m the kind of person you’d want to have relations with. But for some reason I felt the need to tell you” “I think that’s something I can decide for myself, and how am I supposed to decide that if you won’t let me get to know you?” He stood silently for a moment, he looked to the floor then back to me. “I will let you get to know me, but only if you let me have you. I don’t trust people so easily but I want to be around you.” “Okay well, Ghost I will not give myself to someone I hardly know.” He looked disappointed, and I’m sure me calling him ghost after he gave me permission to call him Simon stung. “I understand.” I thought for a moment “But it will just be you and me here for the next three weeks, and if you let me get to know you in that time I will consider it.” His eyes lit up a bit. “Okay.” Maybe he’s worth knowing is all that came to mind. I'm unsure of how this will end, but I wanna know.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod fic #ghost x reader #call of duty #new writer boost #simon riley x y/n #ghost call of duty

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RPG Review: Journey of 1000 Zips

Well... if it's listed on itch as an RPG, then that's what it is... right?? In any case, this was one of the evenings I've ever had. Truly spectacular.

To play this game, you open 1000 nested zip files. Every file is numbered, so you can see how far you have left to go, and occasionally Elliot (@morebluebs) has left a comment in a file name. It's a dialogue between two people slowly losing their minds, in a way.

I spent two hours of my life on this game, and to be completely honest, I wish I hadn't. I also think Elliot wishes he hadn't made it, so at least all's fair in love and zipped files. This "game" is only for those with immense hubris and a growing to-do list filled with tasks they don't want to complete. That said, I'd rate it a 10/10 if I were a rating type of woman, which I'm not.

In order to keep myself sane, I took notes on the thoughts going through my mind as I played this game. Read under the cut to witness my descent into madness. Perhaps that will be enough to deter you from playing it yourself.

File 999. Let's do it.

950. I appreciate the title. Hoping for more of these as we keep going

900. No, it wasn’t that bad. I don’t know why I’m not listening to music while I do this. Perhaps I intuitively understand that this needs to be done in as boring an environment as possible.

899. okay

819. AH!

801. wouldn’t open. I’ve been opening these within each other, so I assume 200 nested files is the limit on my laptop. I moved file 802 to be by itself in my downloads folder and tried again. 801 opened. Huzzah, and the journey continues.

I also can’t believe this took Elliot over a year to make this. I assume this was a boredom and procrastination project. Kudos for ever finishing it tbh

800. I know. I’m doing it anyway

750. doesn’t have a comment in the file name. I didn’t realize I’d started to look forward to the names ever fifty files. Disappointed, I carry on.

743. I see we’re being unpredictable. Does the creator know that by making the opening of each file a gamble, opening these becomes more fun? Belatedly I realize that the opening of file 750 marked a quarter of the journey. Am even more disappointed op didn’t say anything to commemorate this moment.

700. I lost the ability to quit when I opened the first file. I’m committing to the bit. Fuck you.

650. once again, no mid-hundred title. I’m taking this moment to comment that as I do this, my sister is sitting next to me watching a frankly terrible horror movie. I am, I think, ashamed to say I find this activity more enjoyable.

627. Divisible by three, but not by nine.

608. Huzzah! My sister has decided to skip ahead in her movie because it’s boring her. I cannot do the same for my chosen entertainment tonight.

607 is empty. I tried opening it again. 607 2 is also empty. Migration attempt incoming.

Second migration of the night worked. continuing on. While I can’t say I’m enjoying this anymore, I’m glad that this does in fact appear to be 1000 nested files. I would never forgive Elliot if it ended prematurely

600. Don’t ask me to explain my decisions.

564. Elliot, do you feed on the part of my soul that I’m losing while playing this?

525. What does carpal tunnel feel like?

499. I feel nothing.

492. My sister asked me what I was doing. I explained to her. She asked me why I was doing this. I told her I didn’t know. She said nothing and then left. About as much of a response as I could’ve hoped for

461. Hey now. I could have done any number of things to procrastinate. You’re not special, Elliot.

432. Also divisible by three. Obviously I’m not listing every number divisible by three. But it just occurred to me here. As long as I’m taking a break from clicking, I’m going to move from the kitchen to my bedroom now that my sister has finished her movie and gone to bed. My wrist won’t stop cracking.

40 minutes later and I’m back at it.

425. In anticipation of the next file failure, I migrate this one earlier. plus if there’s a comment on 420 I can enjoy it unimpeded by the 200 file limit

407. A number that feels like it should be prime but isn’t

351. This isn’t getting any easier. However, it isn’t getting harder, either. That forty minute break did wonders for the one wrist muscle I’m using to do this.

333. Roughly 2/3 of the way there, although obviously not exactly. I think it would be an interesting psychology study to see how different people react to having to do this.

321. favorite one so far, definitely made me smile

294. Some people could probably find it in them to quit now.

284. I believe it. Why would you make this. Just to prove you could? Was 1000 the maximum files you could nest, or could you have kept going? Maybe one day we’ll have a sequel and it’ll just be 2000 files. I’d probably play that too. I don’t know why. But I think I would.

260. Another migration. This was definitely less than 200 files, but whatever. Will migrate again at 100 for the auspiciousness.

250. 75% done. I started this an hour and forty minutes ago. 100 minutes ago. So probably half an hour left. It feels like it should be less.

219. If I told my mom about this, she’d probably tell me that downloading things like this off the internet is a one way trip to getting malware on your computer. While I trust itch.io strangers much more than she does, can you imagine explaining that to the person you hire to fix your computer? “Yeah, I downloaded a file off the internet. It contained 1000 zip files nested within each other. I opened every single one and then the last one had this gnarly virus.” Like,,,,, you’d really be bringing that upon yourself. My friend hopes the last file contains something; he predicts the game of thrones shame gif. While I’d appreciate a fun little image, I fully expect there to be nothing except the last file just being called something like “you did it. Congrats on the most pointless accomplishment ever” well. Back to it

198. Elliot, if you had to go through the pain of making this, some of us might as well go through the pain of playing it.

175. I realized I forgot to point out 197, which is the Pokédex number for umbreon, my favorite Pokemon. home stretch.

135. I’m obviously tired. I did the math all wrong. Forgot to subtract the forty minutes I spent not doing this. This began at roughly 8:40 PM. It’s 10:34. So 1 hour 54 minutes minus forty. 74 minutes to open 865 files. Those numbers aren’t nice enough for me to do mental math, but I think I’ll be done in like ten minutes. Lets go!!

117. marks the first time the zipped file had a comment. Before this you had to unzip the file to see the comment. Which begs the question, is this something Elliot changed partway through, or will this be the only time it happens? I guess we’ll see.

I also realized 111 will be the last time we have repeating digit in a 3 digit number. 999 was the first… how far we’ve come.

111!!!! I feel like Elliot a bit. Is anyone going to read this? Am I screaming to the void?? Par for the course, I suppose.

100. Zipped file also has the comment. Clearly Elliot didn’t know how to do it differently at first. Anyway. Time for the final migration!

85. Seeing 2-digit numbers is jarring after all this time.

69 nice.

40. You know what would be so fucking funny? If we got to file 1 and it was labeled 1000 and then there were 1000 more files. I know Elliot didn’t do this - he doesn’t have it in him. But it would be so fucked up. I think that would make me quit. 1000 is enough

19. My favorite number. I can’t believe this is almost over.

2. This is it.

#rpg #rpg review #solo rpg #I think this is a GREAT first game to review #maybe I should just stop here #jk #but it's very me to make a blog to review text-based/journaling/solo rpgs #and have the first one be a game that's not even actually a game #or an rpg #despite being listed as one #perhaps someday we'll get into what an rpg is exactly and whether or not this counts as one #thanks elliot for this terrible evening i owe u one