#really disappointing from CO tbh

[coldmail750]

boy howdy is cities skylines 2 a big fat disappointment

#apparently the improvements to the formula are supposed to be quite good... #IF you can get to them #which you probably won't because the game is so badly optimized that even high-end GPUs drop frames #and if you're on a low-end rig then you're just up shit creek without a paddle #the game doesn't work with integrated graphics processors AT ALL and CO's words suggest they don't plan to fix that #so there's very little reason to play cs2 when cs1 still exists and can actually run on most computers #really disappointing from CO tbh #cities skylines #cities skylines 2 #snek... ramblings? #does it count as ramblings if i do it all in the tags

[chalametluvrz]

jealousy looks good on you

steve harrington x afab!reader

tags gender neutral pronouns. dormmate!steve. cocky!steve. boarderline fuckboy!steve. jealous reader. stubborn reader. very subtle mentions of sex. mentions of arguments. reader is in denial about their feelings. steve is pretty smug. teasing. angsty if you could even count it as that. tbh there's not much to tag lol.

note the entire piece is completely gender neutral, i only tagged it as afab just incase i do a part 2 with smut <33 so lmk if u’d be down for a part 2!!!

wc 1.1k

you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy living with steve; yeah, sure he was loud, he was annoying and you found yourself cleaning up after him on a regular basis, but he was a decent dormmate.

honestly, you were filled with anxiety when you first got told you'd be co-existing with steve-fucking-harrington for your first year of college. your entire high school career, he'd been the popular kid, extremely unaware of how he actually treated every other 'normal' person who just wanted to speed through their schooling years with good grades and then completely disappear from that shit-hole of a town.

but it turns out, he's not the super cool kid everyone jacked him up to be. if anything, he was a moron, a big clutz that could yap for hours on end if you let him.

but like i'd previously said; he was annoying. he was a pain in the ass a lot of the time. noisy at stupid hours in the morning. constantly distracting you when you're trying to study. loud conversations with whichever one-week girlfriend he had. always bickering with you over simple things like what's on the tv, whose chocolate is that in the fridge or how long each of you takes in the bathroom.

yet, amongst all that, there was still room in your heart to have a tiny little crush on him. which when you thought about it, was ridiculous, because you wouldn't even consider each other friends.

however, last night, you had a kind of big argument. it all started when you were trying to study and he was doing nothing but get on your nerves, purposefully trying to distract you all night, despite your constant pleading for him to stop because you had a big test coming up and you didn't want to fail.

somehow it led to him saying you were boring and stubborn, that all your studying is never going to guarantee you a ticket out of hawkin's after you graduate. and even after all that, he still managed to slip in that you have nothing going for you but your 'mediocre' intelligence and that's why you have never had many friends your entire life. which hurt. it hurt a lot.

big jerk, high school steve had suddenly made an appearance back in the room.

and to which, you responded by saying that it's not your fault he doesn't care about his academic achievements and that he'll be stuck in a dead-end job being a disappointment his entire life because all he cares about is getting his dick wet, and nothing else. which hurt him equally as much as he hurt you.

you hadn't spoken since, and just like steve had said; you're stubborn; so you didn't really plan to. thankfully, steve had early lessons today, whereas you had late ones so your paths had yet to meet. but you'd be lying if you said you weren't anxious about going back home after your 7pm lecture finished.

eventually that time arrived, and you were unlocking your front door, praying to whoever was up there in the clouds that steve was in his room so you could slip in and lock yourself away for the night.

little did you know, since he knew you were gonna have late lessons, he invited over a girl he'd been speaking to for.. what was it? literally less than a day.. to do 'certain' fun activities with. and steve thought this said girl would be able to slip out before you even arrived home, so you can imagine the shock on his face when he saw you standing in the doorway as he was kissing this girl goodbye.

you scoff a little at the sight. he was completely proving the point you made last night. he doesn't care about anything but getting his dick wet by every girl he speaks to.

"i.. um. i'll see you later, steve," the girl mumbled, hurrying out of the door because even an idiot could sense the tension between the both of you.

you roll your eyes a little before placing your bag and laptop on the kitchen island. not even speaking as you strolled past him.

"so what.. you're just not going to speak to me?" he asks, running one of his hands through his messy hair. and to that, you didn't respond. "y/n. seriously," steve continues, his voice showing a slight hint of aggression.

"yes, actually. i'm not going to speak to you," you reply bluntly, not even bothering to look up at him. you could feel some brewing in your stomach, like something was churning inside but you just didn't know what it was. all you knew was that it made you feel so anxious you wanted to throw up. it was obviously jealousy but you just couldn't bring yourself to admit it.

"you're speaking to me right now," steve smirks, cockily, knowing exactly how to get under your skin. you just glare at him and say nothing. "come on.. this can't be about our bickering last night?" he says, slightly astonished you were still holding that against him "you know i didn't mean it."

"well, maybe i did," you snap a little, gesturing towards the door and the girl that had just left.

steve chuckled a little at your words and rolled his eyes. "are you talking about her?" he asked, unable to contain his amusement towards the situation. "i.." steve started up, but then stopped the second he realised. were you.. jealous?

it caused him to smirk a little. you were jealous and that's why you were so worked up, and that's why you were so annoyed by him getting his 'dick wet' all the time.. because you were jealous but you were too caught up standing on your high horse to even allow yourself to believe that was true.

who would have guessed it, little y/n, the person who spends all day studying and worrying about their grades fancied steve. mr sleeps around and doesn't care about his grades. steve honestly found it all so funny, so much that he couldn't hold in a little laugh.

"what's so funny?" you say, getting defensive and his sudden burst of laughter.

"oh.. it's nothing," steve replies, deflecting your question.

"no. whats funny?"

"honestly, it's nothing, darling," he smirks, feeling progressively more pleased with himself as he saw your cheeks flush a little at the pet name. 'gotcha' he thought to himself. "don't you worry, i haven't got eyes for her," steve teases, his voice dripping with arrogance that made you want to smack the smug look off his face.

"and um.. y/n," steve says, turning to face you for just a moment. "jealousy looks so.. so good on you," he smirked, giving you a little wink before walking back into his room. leaving you dumbfounded and embarrassed that he was even able to notice.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things headcanon #steve harrington angst #stranger things angst #steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington fluff #stranger things fluff #imagine #headcanon #angst #fluff #smut

[crabonfire]

Oh no! The [merc class] has been captured! An enemy team member is preparing for torture/interrogation... Right?

Maybe not!

"You know, I've told them dozens of times to give me clear orders. But today I've been ordered to, and I quote, "take good care of [class]". So that's exactly what I'm going to do."

And then they give the captive a massage/mani-pedi/tea party idk.

So yeah, mercs of TF2 being "taken good care of", except it's literal care (with exception of restraints, probably, since malicious compliance can only go so far and outright letting a captive go would be too much).

HAHAHAHAHAHHA I love this!!! s/o just like me fr!!!

Mercs who's..being taken care of by the enemy s/o.

warnings: this is silly!!! beware of the goof

characters: all mercs

note: this can be seen as platonic or romantic!!😎😎

♡Scout♡

•...what? what the hell?

• "is this some kinda joke or sum?" He says as you pour him a cup of tea, still tied up.

"Are you questioning my tea pouring abilities? I'm pretty good okay! I've been practicing you know?"

"...what?"

"Oh were you not...talking about the tea?"

"fuck no??"

• he's not really complaining? Just?? Angrily confused and pleasantly surprised at the same time???

• he saw how tough you can be on the battlefield so when you just sit him down on a tiny table with an authentic Chinese tea set, with plates of cookies and cake he's...what?

He honestly thinks it's kinda nice how your actually not gonna torture him (again why would he complain) but...goddamn. okay.

♡Pyro♡

• LETS GOOOOOOOO

• "do you want more tea?"

"MmMPH!! mmmph mmhhuhhd mmhhh :)" ( yes!! more sugar please :) )

"got it."

• You both get along great. Trust that he will openly get himself kidnapped if it meant that you'd be his friend.

"Hey wait-they get back in 4 hours...you...wanna paint each others nails?"

"MMMMHHH!?!?!?! mmh mmhhy mmhd." (YESSS?!?! oh my god.)

• painting each others nails (on his gloves because he wants his gloves to be pretty) and just gossiping about each others teams. it's nice. he got a new person to ramble to!!

"Dude oh my god our scout is so ANNOYINGGGG"

"mmhmm mmhhhd mmh mmhds...mmhhs mh mmmhd." (You should see ours...he's a dick.)

♡Soldier♡

• he feels embarrassed and disappointed. (if you read the comics you know why)

• he's just quiet the entire time, angry and confused on why he's not being roughly tortured now. (he's definitely masochistic or something...not surprising!!! he loves the fight)

• "why aren't you drinking your tea?"

"I DONT WANT YOUR SCUMMY TEA! I DO NOT TRUST ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO GIVE ME!"

"Suit yourself."

a couple minutes pass by, and he gives in and takes a sip. he does not like tea. you laugh and give him something else, and he ends up just accepting his fate.

• "what colour do you want your nails to be?"

"...RED...blue...and...white..?"

"Like the American flag?"

"YES!"

He calms down after a while and just rambles about his "war" stories to you.

Once he gets back to base completely unharmed with a newfound appreciation for the enemy team's [YOUR CLASS] and...American themed nails? He gets stared at by his co workers.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN AT? YOU WANT TO START A FIGHT BOY?"

"ACK-FUCK- no no-nothin...geez solly what happened to ya?"

He glares daggers at him through his helmet, and moves on with his day.

♡Demo♡

• oh. okay.

• all his worry just washes away as he sits down with you, getting his nails painted purple.

"Oh, you don't like tea? What do you like?"

"Ya got any scrumpy?"

"Huh, yeah actually. A ton, I'll get you a bottle."

"Thanks love, yer an angel."

• you really think he's gonna complain about it? Nah...free alcohol AND he gets his nails done? bro. he might take you out for dinner to repay your generosity tbh.

• you two just joke around and have some fun, he really likes you now. he will talk to you in the middle of battle and just casually flirt. (If your not interested he'll back off.)

♡Heavy♡

• thinks it's a trick but once he senses there is no ill intentions from you he's caved in.

• thinks it's pretty sweet, such a determined spirit in battle is so sweet and silly within closed doors.

• you two will exchange stories on each others personal lives, he will gladly ramble on about his family if you let him.

• has a newfound interest in you, you two don't fight much now during battles and just pass each other by, you two are like friends!!

♡Engie♡

• OK lmao

• yeah sure, has to do this with pyro daily so it's no different coming from the enemy team.

• "Sorry to bother you sugar, but my restrains are gettin' a little tight. Mind loosening them up a bit?"

"Oh totally, sorry man."

"S' alright, thank you for your hospitality."

• you two just sorta gossip about your teams, he has an insane amount of dirt on each of the mercenaries...

"No way, actually?"

"Yeah. You shoulda' seen the poor guys face when Soldier did that to him. Scout and Demoman were laughin' so hard I thought they were gonna choke!"

• you two probably spend too much time together that you've both forgotten that you were supposed to hold him captive, now his arm is around your shoulder, the two of you, slightly drunk and laughing crying to hilarious stories.

• he respects you as a person, and enjoys your company. Wouldn't mind being kidnapped again if it meant he'd spent it with you.

♡Medic♡

• he's laughing. Okay, sure, fine, better than torture.

• I genuinely don't know what to say other than the fact I think the whole time he's just laughing due to how silly it is.

• comes back and rambles to heavy about how his kidnapping was literally just a free spa day, with white painted nails and the smell of tea radiated from him.

♡Sniper♡

• is this some kind of sick, fucked up joke?

• he'll actually be kinda mad, like all this trouble just for you to drink tea with him? Fuck off

• "Mate, when I get outta these restraints I'm gonna show you why you shouldn't fuck with me."

"...dude what? chillax dawg I'm literally making us tea."

"Bloody hell."

• he gives in...after an hour or so.

• sighing, "just pick a random color, don't make it bright." He says, as your pulling our your nail polish. "You got it boss." You smile, taking out a muddy green color that fits him quite well.

• he's just ranting the entire time honestly it's like a therapy session

♡Spy♡

• finds this amusing and will play along.

• "Your tea set has quite an exquisite color, it's one I have yet seen on any tea sets."

"Yeah! Got this off of a bidding, she's a real beauty."

He snickers, "Indeed she is. May I have another cup?"

"Of course my good man."

• it's like he's role-playing with somebody he finds it cute!!

• he will not say much, but he will listen. He will not let you do his nails, but he will do them for you instead. flirting, trying to woo you.

"You have the prettiest hands, I cannot believe these are the hands that have stolen my lives, time and time again. You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Aw man, you charmer. Your just saying that."

"No, I am simply stating the truth. You are quite the interesting character."

• bro got that victim rizz (he got kidnapped so technically)

Hi...I'm back...sortve. um. Yeah. Sup brooo

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 demo #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 engie x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader

[accio-victuuri]

the hot searches related to WoF right now! you would think it’s the first episode or last with the different topics! i have to say, episode 23-24 is the best so far! it is the turning point we have been expecting to happen and it’s heartbreaking. just seeing those cracks in ruolai’s view of tunan and the reality of what is happening. especially this scene right here! they are so good! yibo and wang yang did amazing in this! i am a yibo stan but i have to give it to his co-actors, everyone— they are at their best in this project. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

#10 it made everyone really emotional. my god. especially during the press conference and how passionate ruolai was. the freakin disappointment with this person he idolized. it’s even more painful when the betrayal comes from people you know. we have seen how much they rely on each other and to see this rift?! 😭😭😭😭😭 and tunan is not the evil mastermind here, his hands are tied too!

#14 this already went on HS yesterday too. the screenwriter of this story is great!

#44 yes! the women in this drama are written very well. if you watch c-dramas, you will notice the vast difference. you don’t need a drama to have a “female-lead” to write solid female characters!

#19 AAAAHHHHHH!!!!! The first scene of episode 24, their conversation at the bar. how they sang and cried while drunk walking down the empty street. It’s so bittersweet! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

someone pointed out that they are on the opposite side of the tracks — signifying the separation. their different ideals and how ruolai has to take his own road. but, these two tracks, hopefully will somehow converge and they will see each other again. 🫶🏼

tbh, i can’t believe i’m talking about WoF like this. didn’t expect to love it this much! i was not a fan when i first read about the plot but here we are! watch it! watch it please! put it on your watch list! it’s worth it ☺️☺️☺️

#wang yibo #wei ruolai #war of faith #war of faith spoilers

[yuikomorii]

The day tumblr stans will stop being chronically online is the day I will finally like this fandom. Goofy aah people think their opinions matter?

Last year everyone adored Ayato on this platform but after a certain ahem cult ahem of people joined, I can sense they’re secretly having beef with Ayato and are sending mean anons to Ayato fans for some jealousy reason.

Granted he is not my personal best boy but he’s DiaLovers’ best boy for a fact and the hype he started getting is pretty much deserved. In a series of games that’s a bit dead, I’m glad he’s able to keep it relevant not only for the DiaLovers fans. Don’t mind delulus saying bad things about him, those only exist on this platform anyway and are just seeking for attention and approval from random strangers.

// Tbh, I’m disappointed but not surprised. Unfair and two-faced people are everywhere and if they truly spend their time in that manner, you can already see how miserable their lives must be.

I believe that the Ayato hate train began with Youngblood and picked up steam this year after the release of the Meow Meow vampire art. Many people made fun of Ayato's appearance and blamed him for FaVoRiTiSm , despite the fact that everyone in Japan adored him there. I don't know why, but the DL Tumblr fandom is completely out of touch with everything DL-related. They have no idea that Rejet simply creates Ayato content as a marketing ploy; in fact, Japanese fans are literally the ones who request it. In 2020, Ayato was stated as fans’ top choice and got invited as a co-star with a national idol at Nino-san, which was broadcasted on the second largest television corporation in Japan. If people hadn’t recommended him so much, he wouldn’t have ended up there… it’s not that hard to understand.

This has the same vibe as those kpop fans who always complain about how their ult group is underrated but don’t even stream their songs, instead they spend their time criticizing bigger groups for what??

I’m not forcing anyone to love Ayato but at least give me good reasons to dislike him. I understand not liking ALL Diaboys but isn’t it hilarious how some people would give you a litany of reasons why they can't stand Ayato, but when you look at their bias, he did the same (or worse) things as (than) Ayato? If you truly dislike those actions, at least pick a side, lol. I honestly don’t hate any Diaboy (though I don’t agree with their behavior all the time) but even if I did, I wouldn’t throw shade at that one character out of the blue only to piss of his stans.

And I swear, it's incredibly annoying how some people would tear Ayato down when asked about their favorite character/ship/route, etc., even though he has absolutely NOTHING to do with the question or he isn’t even the main topic of the question. Saying things like, "Yeah, I like this character because, unlike Ayato (just an example hehe)—" or "No hate towards Ayato but — *proceeds to mischaracterize and hate on him*" are examples of uncalled hate speech. Literally why use HIM most of the time as an example when talking about negative things?? At this point that’s not even a coincidence anymore, but a pattern, which is truly giving fan behavior.

Such people are really the worst. Reminds me of how some fans still think it’s okay commenting stuff like “This is great but I don’t like *inserts thing the OP obviously likes*” or “Not trying to be mean but *starts being mean*”. Respectfully, who even asked for your opinion? Mind your own business and learn basic etiquette.

#admin

[bcofl0ve]

okay okay gather round sorry this is coming later than i said it would, law school brain. but. at long last, bottoms review time with mollie except this time with lots and lots of spoilers.

i think we covered my general “good movie very funny” thoughts in the spoiler free review, which you can read here so this is gonna be more me info dumping about my thoughts on the plot. and the core of those is that….

PJ IS A LITTLE BITCH!!! i wanted to like her in a “i support women's wrongs” way truly i did but she’s just. an asshole! not all annoying female characters are redeemable, and she is one! that’s not to say her character *existing* annoyed me, i think her being the anti-thesis to josie is an important facet of the movie and the whole “lie falling apart” plot line needed a bad guy so. she was a necessary evil.

that said though gahhhh. i wanted to wring her little neck and ik a satirical movie is not meant to be a realistic example of friendship. i do..but i still think josie was wayyy too forgiving. josie deserves better friends!!! and i fear in a world where these characters are real/the story continues pj needs to idk go to therapy or she’s gonna make josie miserable for being happy with isabel while she’s not in a relationship. (and that is to say she should not be with hazel either! she needs therapy not a girlfriend!)

buttttt but but all that to say i do think rachel did a great job playing her. playing unlikeable characters in a way that makes them unlikeable without a viewer wishing they weren't in the movie at all is a skill set! her being funny and me wanting to punt her across the room are very much thoughts that co-exisit!

moving semi away from pj…the reveal of brittany being straight threw me for such a loop that the next like- 5 minutes of the movie went right over my headkjfkj not to be an insane person but i was gen a little disappointed!! let kaia play a gay character in something that isn’t ahs!! i will wait!!! that said though she actually pulls off the whole “straight girl that isn’t gay just likes gay porn” stereotype very well and made me laugh. i still loved brittany to bits and pieces…heterosexual and all.

josie and isabel. josie and isabel. wahhhhh. wahhhh. my darling girls. when josie almost told her they were lying about juvie but went back on it my heart broke a little bc you could tell she felt guilty and i just ,</3..and yeah she did choose to keep up with the lie when she realized she was getting what she wanted (isabel) but i think the film did a good job of showing how her keeping up with it was different from pj keeping up with it. pj kept up with the lie bc she was on a power trip. josie kept up with it because she didn’t want to lose isabel/lose finally having a geuine connection with a girl/and felt like she had in a way gotten her away from jeff so as long as they kept the lie up she could keep looking out for her.

which is still well, manipulative. lying is bad! but idk i had much more sympathy for her than i did pj. and think when it all came out that josie was actually sorry, whereas pj was only sorry they got caught/still bitter britt was straight. 

those are my main thoughts on it all, but some side bars: lovedd hazel. ruby is great and i am not really a fantasy show person, just not my genre but now i kinda wanna check out willow just to see more of her. the plot twist with jeff actually fucking her mom was soooo early 2000s teen movie and i ate it up. as was the fact that outside of that no one seemed to have parents at all LOL your kids are coming home with black eyes and you don’t have some questions?!?! miles fowler was also really great and tbh i liked him as much as i did kaia in it. esp his flip phone. especially his flip phone. josie's monolouge about marrying a pastor and lavender marriages is what made me start choking on my shake. right up my humor ally as someone who grew up evangelical, and i imagine ayo found it funny for the same reason! was expecting the big josie/isabel hookup scene to be more vulgar less *fade to black* but this is a movie about high schoolers so actually that's a good thing i think?? i accidentally read a spoiler explaining the final killing spree scene months ago and really wish i didn’t bc it would’ve been fun to experience that going in blind.

another side bar to close this out. i *loved* this movie. 5 stars in my book i can’t wait to rewatch it over and over when it’s on prime. but i…kinda disagree with all the tweets saying it’s the next mean girls/heathers/etc cult classic. not because i don’t think it’s good! but because i think comedy film criticism is turning into everything having to be iconic or a future cult classic to be praised? a funny movie can just be a funny movie! it doesn’t have to be the next heathers for you to like it and praise it! does that make sense?

if you read this all the way through congrats! go gay people! go losers!

hello! If you’re reading this because you’re scrolling through the bottoms tag my name is mollie (-: this is primarily a gossip blog for austin butler and his girlfriend kaia gerber (brittany!), both folks i’m big fans of- with a side of elvis presley/presley family fan posting. but i’ve been ‘covering’ bottoms quite a bit so do feel free to come hang out and send anons if you wanna chat! <3 and i’m going to start posting anons containing spoilers on sunday night- so if i don’t answer something right away that’s why.

#mollie goes to the movies #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #ayo edebiri #rachel sennott #havana rose liu #ruby cruz #kaia gerber #film

[streaminn]

If no one is going to talk abt streamer Wednesday au then I guess I’ll just have to do it myself (I have a questions) (and scenario) (yes I searched up the tag to have more things to say) (not much wenclair tho)

What did Wednesday do after the massive ban (who’s her moderator btw ? Eugene ?) ? Like, did she just stare in disappointment at chat ? Told them that Enid is really important to her ? Had a talk with them abt Outcasts discrimination ?

Wait are there any Outcasts in the chat ? How did they react to the rest of chat’s fear ? Did some of them agreed (those who are not werewolves) ?

(A bit unrelated but I have this little idea in my head that Outcasts can lowkey sense when someone else is an Outcast (reason why Wednesday trusted (? I need to rewatch the show) Tyler that quickly) but it’s not like « Oh ! This guy’s an Outcast ! » it’s more like « There’s something about this guy »)

What about Enid ? How did she react ? Did Wednesday even told her ? Or did she saw it somewhere ? (does this Enid watches Wednesday’s streams ? Like the replays or whatever idk how Twitch works)

Also, you said that Enid is kinda running herself ragged (does she have any days off ??) bc she feels guilty about letting Wednesday pay the rent, but Wednesday has to notice that, right ? The bags under Enid’s eyes, how tired she sounds, the lack of colors in her hair. What does she do ? Does she wake up one day, looks at Enid being this 🤏 close to passing out and goes ‘you’re taking the week off, I don’t want to deal with a walking corpse again’ ? I feel like it would be kinda in-character. No idea how Enid would react tho

Assuming that Enid went like ‘… okay’ or had a day off, I kinda imagine her inviting Yoko & Co over (in the weekend cause they’re 21 and all (?) go to college (and also so she and Wednesday can have some not-girlfriends quality time together). Wednesday allowed it bc she knows how a pack friends are important to Enid and the wolf promised her that they will just stay in the living-room while Wednesday streams (what’s her schedule ?) or something else. Then, like 15min after they arrived, Yoko opens the door to Wednesday streaming room (I like to imagine that it’s soundproof) with Divina (that she dragged with her) and she just says « Hi shorty ;) » and leaves.

Wednesday just rolls her eyes bc at this point she’s used to it but chat, after seeing Yoko’s too sharp fangs and Divina’s unnaturally light eyes, explodes. Idk what they’re doing, I haven’t thought that far tbh

And the last thing I have to say is that I headcanon that Wednesday helped a lot for the absolute mess of a cult and blackmail that Morning Song was to Bianca. That’s why they’re friends to me. A little frenemies, there’s still some rivalry, maybe even some tension but they’re friends. If there’s something wrong, like serious wrong, asking the other for help is a valid option (Wednesday still mostly goes to Enid and Bianca to Yoko/Divina but ! The option is here)

Now that I laid the background :

Wednesday’s streaming and Enid’s at work. But are shadows under Wednesday’s door. Some viewers notice and are like ??? but before they can do anything Bianca just opens the door and is like ‘I need you to come with me’.

Now, Wednesday knows her friends allies, it has taken her a lot of time (years) but she learned and studied and them, she knows them. Right now, Bianca may appear calm and collected, or even cold to an outsider, but Wednesday sees that there’s something wrong, serious wrong, so she cuts the stream and goes with her.

Meanwhile, chat just saw some siren barging in, telling -not asking, telling- Wednesday to come with her and Wednesday did. They’re all panicking in the channel’s Discord (if Wednesday has one), like « omg did weds just got sirened??? » « she’s going to get killed !! » « yall i’ve heard stories abt sirens killing and eating people at sea what if they were true ??! » , an exact inch away from calling the police before Wednesday sends a little « I’m fine, stop dramatizing » or whatever

(it’s 1am and most of this hasn’t been reread so if there’s any spelling error, things that I’ve written two times, missing pieces of text or just a general sense of messiness then : sorry lol)

-🦎

Wednesday sighs after the massive ban and continued onward like nothing happened. The fact that she practically killed half her fanbase says alot so the people thatre left behind or trickle in know and are alot more cautious now

yeah definitely! while there are other outcasts in chat, there's smth different abt werewolves yknow? I mean there must be a reason for why they had to be in cages in nevermore

The outcasts are more of the warnjing sort, just hoping their streamer doesn't die to the monster living in her house

(meanwhile Enid is literally having her face cradled by Wednesday while they're both in bed)

Tho idt Enid would watch any of the streams, she respects Wednesday's privacy too much to do so. She does visit the room alot tho, so chat is low key kind of scared and kind of used to the shadow that lingers by the door and the thump of a tail somewhere off screen

Haha.. Totally normal behavior and not a sign of a potential killer in your house Wednesday! I hope you know what you're doing

(Enid's literally happy, her tail is wagging, just how dramatic do they gotta make her out to be 😭)

Don't worry tho, enid goes to work around the time Wednesday starts to stream and comes back by the time it ends so you bet she destresses alot with Wednesday

and she actually has alot of vacation time! The place she works at is pretty generous bc Enid is one of the long lasting employees so it kinda has been saving up. She just works alot bc it's a good distraction and so she can earn for the both of them (not needed but she feels obligated after all the Addams did for her)

As for the pack? You bet Enid is chasing yoko around, they roll around like little kids with Bianca and Divina chatting. They're having fun, good for them

And I totally see Wednesday and Bianca's relationship going how you explaining it!! They're alot more used to each other now but the signs of more and more outcasts being in Wednesday's life is low key giving chat a heart attack

Is aight lizard anon, im surprised people are into this au. Nothing much is coming onto mind but my inspiration here is beastars honestly LMAO

Hope your sleep was nice!

#🦎 anon #streamer wednesday au

[blockgamepirate]

I have thoughts on the current Chayanne and Tallulah angst

(Under cut because it's probably gonna be long)

Disclaimer: I'm just talking from the point of view of the eggs here, I'm not trying to accuse Wilbur, Missa or Phil (and obviously especially not the streamers) or anything, I'm just not focusing on them

So mostly talking about Tallulah here because tbh Chayanne's side of it is just me going "WAHHHH ;;A;;" because fucking hell that shit is rough. Losing one of your native languages as a bilingual kid is already rough, your absent parent coming home and immediately having a mental breakdown and avoiding you and talking about leaving again is a hundred times worse. There's not much else to say here, it's just a terrible situation. The only good thing about it is that Missa does still genuinely care about Chayanne, even if his own feelings of inadequacy and insecurity are getting in the way of demonstrating that in a way that would assure Chayanne.

But anyway, I definitely get how that must also look like from Tallulah's POV. They've both been waiting for their dads to come back and now Chayanne's finally did and it went terribly, even if it ended sooort of okay (although.... not without issues).

And much of that was about Chayanne changing. And Tallulah has absolutely changed, even if like Phil said she is still the same at her core. She's grown, she's learned to fight, something that Wilbur apparently really didn't want for her (sorry I still haven't actually watched the Wilbur VODs aside from the adoption one ahdjjfkg) she's been through a lot.

And a lot like Chayanne, she's spent most of her life in Phil's care now, and that shows.

So it's more than understandable that she would feel that Phil is just dismissing her anxiety. Sure Phil did lose hope of Missa coming back, but he has so much faith in people he cares about and wants to believe in them. He's paranoid about the Federation and the codes and also just normal everyday dangers, but he has a bit of a blindspot when it comes to his friends and just interpersonal drama. He wasn't ready for Missa's insecurities or how they could affect Chayanne. But it happened.

Phil also does not know how Tallulah and Wilbur's reunion will go (if it ever happens). He's so sure that it'll be great, but he doesn't know that, no matter how much he insists. It could go badly! There could be drama! Even if it's not Wilbur rejecting Tallulah, it could be something Tallulah interprets as rejection or disappointment.

And even if Phil is right and it'll all go perfectly, that doesn't help Tallulah right now, because just telling her that it'll be fine isn't addressing the sources of her anxiety. It just sounds like Phil is in denial or babying her. Which... I mean I wouldn't say that's accurate but it's not entirely inaccurate either. I think his instinct is to reassure Tallulah but it's not what she needs. And his instinct is to trust wholeheartedly in Wilbur but that doesn't help Tallulah either.

(Also, she knows for a fact that Wilbur didn't originally want a kid. She knows that it took a while to convince him to accept her into his life. She was there. She saw the hesitation. All of that was reasonable from Wilbur's POV because it really was correct that he wasn't able to take care of Tallulah the way a father should. He knew it from the start and he was right. But yeah, it's gonna be something that has to cause some insecurity issues for Tallulah.)

She needs Phil to actually address the worst possible scenario, I think. Just entertain for a minute the idea that Wilbur really does abandon Tallulah. What would happen then? Phil would keep looking after her, Phil would still love her. Or if Phil wasn't around anymore, the other islanders would. And if Wilbur did do that to her, she would have every right to be pissed off. It wouldn't be because there was anything wrong with her.

It would be an awful situation, but all the people who cared about her would still be there for her. And she could talk to the other kids who were also abandoned by one of their parents; Ramón, Pomme... am I forgetting anyone? idk. And she could talk to Chayanne too. She would not be alone.

It's not the most uplifting thing to think about, which is why I think it didn't even occur to Phil to even entertain that notion, but I think it would be more reassuring actually? At the very least to let her know that Phil is taking her seriously? And THEN he could tell her that it wasn't gonna happen because Wilbur would never. Idk, that's my hunch anyway.

Also, it's possible that part of this is about Tallulah herself feeling some resentment and anger towards Wilbur, and not knowing what to do about those feelings, because they're not what's expected of her. And this is where Phil's words might have made things worse, because Phil tries to appeal to her dedication to her papi, but what if she feels like her dedication isn't what it should be anymore?

Idk. Those are my thoughts. I'm not gonna call it analysis, I'm not putting enough effort into this to qualify as "analysis".

I'm alsl very sleepy so apologies if there are some weird bits in here

#qsmp #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne

[drunkkenobi]

Hey there! Thanks for sharing your thoughts on the watcher situation. I agree with your take! Tbh I was initially feeling a bit disappointed with the news and I empathise with the fans (especially international fans) who are unable to afford the new streaming service.

But I understand their point of view from a business standpoint. They’re not like some large greedy capitalist corporations. I also find it weird that a lot of people online are solely blaming Steven for this decision. Ryan and Shane are adults and I’m sure it’s a decision made and agreed by all 3 of them.

They should make another statement though cos they’ve been losing subscribers on YouTube and most of the fan/audience sentiment has been pretty negative.

Thank you anon! I appreciate the nice message. The blaming of Steven is appalling, tbh. It's really uncalled for and so much of the blame is just straight up racist. Disgusting.

I do agree that they need to release something with a lot of answered FAQs (some of the crew has been doing this on patreon but obviously not everyone can see it). But I also understand the radio silence. They were very excited about this and have been met with extreme negativity. I think it's important to respond to that with care and care takes time. Also, logistically, it's the weekend before they fly to the UK for two weeks for Ghost Files and they weren't expecting to have to deal with this on top of that. But I hope they're able to at least get some text posts out on socials soon to help clear some of the questions and misinformation.

#watcher

[johaerys-writes]

I love disasters!AU so so so sooooo much. It added ten more years to my life expectancy. I wish to see your writings forever, if possible.

Anyway, I have a question! How old are Patroclus and Achilles in 2024, roughly? I assumed they'd be in their late 30s or early 40s by now, and wanted to make sure.

And do you have any hcs about them in their 20s, 30s and 40s that you don't mind sharing? Like, are they still together? I goddamn hope they are. What do they do for a living? What are their relationships with their parents and friends? Any hc would be sooo welcome! Have a nice day!

First of all, I love you for sending this ask dear anon 🫶 Any opportunity to talk about my favourite boys adds ten years to my lifespan LOL don't mind if I do

So the age question is kind of tricky because you're a walking disaster and yet- isn't set during a specific time period. Like the Phthia years have a 90s vibe, and the Athens years have a late 90s-early/00s vibe, but I never really had a specific year in mind. It's just vibes mostly lol. But like, assuming we start in the 90s, then I think in 2024 they'd be late 30s, early 40s. And of COURSE they're together, haha. I honestly don't see these two separating at all in that AU, not even as a joke. They're each other’s ride or die and I'm not saying it's exactly healthy (oops 🤣🫣), but I highlyyyy doubt either Achilles or Pat would even consider the possibility of taking a break.

As far as jobs and studies go, Achilles finishes his Architecture major in Athens, then probably does an internship in an architectural firm while Patroclus works part time as an usher in a small theatre and also as a theatre production assistant whenever the opportunity arises, helping making props and procuring materials and generally just running errands for the crew and the director lol. Then they move abroad for Achilles to do a masters degree (in their mid/late 20s?), I was thinking probably Italy, and Patroclus of course follows him. After a bunch of coaxing and convincing, Patroclus accepts Peleus' offer to pay for his studies as well, so the two of them spend a couple really lovely years just studying and travelling Italy and seeing all the sights and eating ALL the food and gelatto etc, and generally having the best of times. And then eventually they come back to Athens where Achilles opens up his own architectural firm (with daddy's help ofc), and Patroclus does his PhD in dramaturgy and starts teaching shortly after (hot professor Pat PLS 😩🤲)

As for the relationship with their parents and friends: they both have a really good relationship with Peleus, better than they did when they were younger. Turns out now that they're older Peleus is great for taking them to expensive restaurants and teaching them about wine and stuff, or taking them on boatrides (with his divorce mini yacht LMAO). Thetis is also in Athens and Achilles does see her often, most times on his own, sometimes with Patroclus. Pat and Thetis are not besties by any means but they get along for the most part. But I still don't think Pat ever truly warms up to her tbh, and Achilles doesn’t push it.

They still often go to Phthia for the holidays so they see Ajax & co, Menelaus and Agamemnon both stayed in Phthia as well so they see them too. Odysseus returns from time to time but they lose contact with him after several years. Dio and Briseis do actually get back together after college for a couple of years, but it just doesn't work out unfortunately, much to Diomedes' disappointment 😅

So yes Achilles and Pat are definitely together by the time they're 40, definitely living together, definitely have amassed an army of dogs at this point haha. Like shortly after the main fic ends they get another dog, and by the time Laika sadly passes away, they already have at least a couple more. And it just snow balls from there. Eventually they move into a bigger place with a yard somewhere in the northern suburbs of Athens, and they just have their cosy little life with their dogs and their vast collection of books, and it's just really really nice for them :')

#listen i just want them to be happy and well #they've been through so much they deserve all that slow love and healing and growth #just growing old together 🥹 and still being sappy idiots #i love them i love them #i'm not crying you're crying #patrochilles #disasters au

[br1ghtestlight]

32 for the WIP game?

my tina parenthood fic..... that was an idea I started (which probably would have been a longer multi-chapter fic) where tina got pregnant in high school from some asshole guy and ended up being a single mom. the fic takes place a few years later when her kid is a toddler and jimmy jr moves back to town after finishing college and they end up kinda co-parenting her daughter together and reconnecting as friends (jimmy jr is aroace and very much not interested in a relationship)

jimmy jr moved away from seymour's bay when he was 17 w/ his brothers when his mom moved to another state so he lost contact with tina. his dad stayed behind and kept jimmy pesto's pizzeria opened so thats why he moved back to seymour's bay to work with his dad but he kinda hates it lol they end up becoming platonic life partners and by the end tina's daughter definitely sees jimmy jr as her dad

i would have loved to write this fic tbh but the problem is that it would take SO LONG to write and finish and i do have other commitments. maybe someday!!!

It was impossible not to recognize those eyes that he'd spent so many years desperately trying not to look into out of fear of the disappointment he would bring.

Their relationship had grown apart over the years even before Jimmy Junior had moved away and they certainly weren't as close as they'd been as children, but he could still remember how hard Tina had sobbed when he broke the news to her that he would be moving away and that they wouldn't be going to school together anymore. He understood how she was feeling because he was equally as heartbroken even when he didn't really have a choice. Jimmy Junior had always assumed that Tina and him would spend the rest of their lives together. They would always know each other and have that childhood proximity.

---

Tina nodded. "I—I mean, I never went to college. I took a few English courses at the community college in Bog Harbour, but when Alice got older it was just too difficult to keep up with schoolwork and take care of her at the same time. I still work at my parents' restaurant, though. They're getting older and they need all the help that they can get."

"Who is Alice?" Jimmy Junior asked Tina with a questioning look. He wasn't sure if Tina had adopted a dog, or if her parents decided to have another child after Jimmy Junior moved away and he'd never heard about it. He thought they were a little too old for that, but he wasn't going to judge them. His parents might have chosen to have another child too if they hadn't gotten divorced.

Tina gestured to the toddler who was standing beside her and carefully studying the assortment of candy and chocolate in the aisle.

"Did your parents have another daughter?"

Tina actually laughed after Jimmy Junior asked this before she explained herself. "Oh my God, no. They're way too old to have another kid. Alice is my daughter! Alice, sweetheart, do you want to say hello to Jimmy Junior?"

Alice looked up at him with an unimpressed expression on her face. "Hi."

Jimmy Junior took a step back in disbelief. He'd never even considered that he and his childhood friends were at the age where it wouldn't be unreasonable to start a family and have children of their own, especially because that was not something he planned for himself. His parents' had been around his age when they first got pregnant with him. When he took a closer look at Alice, he could clearly see the resemblance between her and Tina, although he honestly thought he looked more similar to Louise. She had curly black hair and a nose that looked almost identical to Tina's. It was kind of unnerving.

"Oh," Jimmy Junior finally said after a few seconds of silence. "You have a daughter?"

Tina was clearly confused by how Jimmy Junior was reacting to the concept of her having a child, but he just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that this woman he'd known since they were children themselves had a child of her own. None of his friends from college or anybody that he'd known in Seymour's Bay had children, so Tina was his first experience with this.

"I mean, uh, that's great. I'm happy for you, Tina," Jimmy Junior started awkwardly. "Who's her father? Or, uh, mother… I don't want to assume anything."

"You don't know him," Tina said to Jimmy Junior as they walked to her car together. Jimmy Junior had chosen to walk to Patterson Farms because it was a beautiful summer day outside and he didn't have any other plans, so fortunately he didn't need to worry about unloading anything in his own car. "We started dating in high school after you moved away. His name was Nathan, but he isn't really in my life anymore. He broke up with me after I told him I was pregnant and started avoiding me, so his name isn't even on Alice's birth certificate."

"Crap. I'm really sorry, Tina," Jimmy Junior said apologetically. Tina opened up the trunk of her car—which was actually her family's car that was the same one they'd had since she was a child, he was assuming she borrowed it for this trip—and began loading groceries into it. "I had no idea. He's an asshole for doing that to you."

Tina smiled like she was completely unbothered by the fact that her daughter's father had completely abandoned them and left Tina to raise her by herself as she struggled financially. Jimmy Junior's father was far from a good parent, but he could at least be thankful that he'd never once considered abandoning his children and he even took Jimmy Junior back in after years of separation between them. He was sure he would do the same for Andy and Ollie if they asked. "Don't worry, it's okay. It wasn't all bad, either. I always have my family to help me with anything I need, and Jocelyn and Tammy were actually really cool when I told them I was pregnant. They held a baby shower for me, and Tammy offered to babysit Alice for no charge. I didn't accept her offer, obviously, because she's Tammy… but I could tell she was trying to be helpful and make an effort. They've grown up a lot since we were in middle school."

#yes tina's daughter is named after bob's grandmother alice :) #honestly I would love to just paste everything I've written for the fic here but it would be too long LMAO #u reminded me how much i loved writing this fic..... god if i didnt have other responsibilties and fics to work on #you'd never hear from me again #ask #bob's burgers

[1940scrowley]

GENESIS

rating: explicit (mdni)

word count: 8k

summary: you and steven get together after a night out. there is not enough plot to justify the length tbh. co-written with @screamforstu ; we are bad at endings sorry <3

content warnings: smut. oral - f receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, steven has little experience but he’s a quick learner. marc is involved for like two seconds. was proof read once during editing lmao. by reading beyond this point, you agree that you are 18+.

Steven felt nerves creeping up his spine as he walked down the hallway to his flat with you. His first official date with you had gone really well, save for the few moments he had Marc in his head, interrupting his time with you. All he could do was tune out the other man as well as he could. 

He’s literally fought alongside you, and he probably shouldn’t be so nervous around you after everything you have all been through together. But he really liked you, and a dating setting was very different to one on a battlefield. He wanted to impress you.

He let out a quiet sigh as he dug through his pockets in search of the key. He found it after a bit of fumbling around, and he quickly inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. God, he was fine up until these moments, what has gotten into him? 

He let you walk through the door first, following close behind but immediately getting nervous over the thought that he might be too close. He could practically hear Marc laughing at him. 

With a little thud and a faint click, the door to his flat was shut. 

He removed his jacket, hanging it on the rack before looking blindly around his flat. He didn’t know what to do, his dates have never actually lasted this long. But now you lived with them, so it only made it a bit more awkward for him.

He decided to visit his fish, giving the little creature a bit of food while he tried to think of something to say. He stared at his reflection, hoping Marc would see him struggling, if the other wasn’t already aware, and coached him through this a bit. 

‘ Steven, relax. I know I was making fun of you earlier but you’re not doing half bad. I think you really got a shot with her tonight. ’ 

The words made him stumble backwards, and he glanced at you, hoping he didn’t disturb whatever you were doing. He had a shot with you? What shot? Marc didn’t mean…

‘ You know exactly what I mean, Steven. Go over and make small talk. The rest will play out as it should. ’

Steven swallowed thickly, finally looking away from the bright fish tank and going over to the kitchen where you had been standing. He leaned on the counter, making an attempt to appear calm even though his heart was absolutely hammering in his chest. If it had been physically possible, he thought his heart might actually leap out of his chest. 

‘ Silence is a killer. Just ask her if she had a nice night. ’ 

Steven was kind of glad he had Marc in his head to offer him some advice, as weird as it seemed. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt of the other being present right now, but it was comforting. He couldn’t imagine how any of his other dates would have gone without Marc telling him what to say at the end of the night. 

He looked down at you, offering a nice smile as he asked, “Tonight, uh- was it all right?” 

‘ Well, that’s definitely a start. ’

— 

For you, the walk back to the flat was too silent, the kind of silent that rang in your ears. You kept hoping that Steven would look back over his shoulder and speak, replacing the ringing with his voice, but you were left disappointed. Even though you’d heard his voice all night, which pleased you more than you could explain, you wanted him to keep rambling. 

Harrow and the gods, the danger that had become your life in this short amount of time, it’d meant that you hadn’t had many- or any, chances to enjoy life. Agreeing to this date with Steven was a decision you didn’t regret.

You stood behind him as he fumbled for the key to your shared flat. Your eyes fell to his hand, watching the way it trembled slightly and you couldn’t help the small smile that curved onto your face. You made it through a whole date, what was there to be nervous about now? 

You’d always been rather confident, even in your dating life, this fact partook in keeping you and Marc’s relationship on its feet for many years. But, tonight, you found yourself feeling similarities to how you felt with Marc; timid. Your own anxieties bubbled up a little inside and you just wanted to pop them, god forbid they got in your way. You thanked him as he let you in first, glad your back was to him or he’d see the grin that spread across your face at the feeling of his closeness. He radiated good energies, warmth, you could’ve been blindfolded and ears plugged and still know he was right there.

Your jacket, too thin to keep you warm despite not making it obvious, was hung on the rack and your feet carried you to the kitchen. At first, you walked to the counter, crossing your arms over it. Your head turned to Steven but dropped a little when he went towards the fish tank instead.

Still, your frown didn’t stick. You liked the attachment he had with the fish and its tank, it was so innocent and sweet.

Innocent and sweet- it was unspoken, but you had moments where you wondered if there was even a hint of something darker within Steven, a desire that he’d been hiding inside of him. A lust, a deeper passion, a tug in a direction that strayed from innocence.

You got off the counter and found yourself standing, rather awkwardly, in the middle of the counter. You were glad that you weren’t left there for too long. When Steven was close again, you let out a small breath that you hadn’t even realised was being held as he made his way towards you.

You looked up at him with big, curious eyes, waiting for words to break your silence. When they did, finally, you gave him a quick giggle and nod of your head.

“Tonight was great, Steven, really,” you started, and as you spoke your eyes trailed down his face. They landed on his lips, taking in the smile he offered you. He still looked nervous, like his mind was running a thousand miles per second.

A mindless moment had you stood in front of him at the counter, head tilted to look at the taller man. 

You admired the innocence, the gentleness and kindness of Steven, traits that men failed to possess enough of. He was so unique, and kept you reaching for more. 

But as your hand met his arm before you even knew you had moved it, and felt the muscle in your palm, you pressed your fingers into his skin as if you needed to hold on.

“I had a lovely time, thank you.” 

Your eyes were flickering, unable to pick one place to focus on, until for a quick second they were back on his lips. But really for just a quick second before they shut, your other hand coming up to his chest for support as you leaned onto your tiptoes. You stopped before your lips met, a split second but enough to let your lips brush together as you felt the heat of his breath hit your mouth. But not another second was wasted before you finally kissed him. Your fingers closed around the fabric of his shirt, using that and his arm to keep you on your feet as you felt your legs turn to jelly.

—

Steven kept his eyes on you, not wanting to look away. To him, you are absolutely stunning, and he found it hard to believe you were standing in front of him and he was about to spend the rest of the night with you. It was long overdue. 

He closed his eyes and let out a breath upon hearing that you had a good time. He felt his body relax, feeling better about himself knowing that he had done something right. He knew how awkward he was, Marc made sure of that, and those thoughts plagued his mind even while he mindlessly rambled on back at the restaurant. 

‘ See, Steven? She had fun, you did good. ’

Marc’s voice was loud inside his head as he looked down at you. Steven didn’t take the praise lightly. 

His mind came to a full stop when he felt your hand on his arm, and he sucked in a breath. Your touch sent sparks up his arm that spread through his body, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. He almost didn’t hear the second sentence you said.

Marc was watching from the reflections and it took everything in Steven’s power to not look over at him. He wasn’t used to this, he didn’t know how he should react. 

‘ Alright, Steven. Everyone in a mile-long radius can see that she wants you. Go on, kiss her. ’

Steven never thought he’d hear Marc say those words, encouraging him to kiss you. His wife.

‘ Look, I know you’re oblivious to the signs, but I can see them very well. ’ 

Obviously, right? He’s spent a lot more time with you than Steven has. 

‘ Steven, ‘ Marc snapped at him in the mirror. ‘Stop being afraid. Give her what she wants. You. ’

And before Steven could do anything else, your hand had found its way to his chest and your face was close to his. He couldn’t help but hesitate, even as your lips grazed against each other’s.

When Steven hesitated, you couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t want this, your fingers loosening on his shirt. But you didn’t let go. A chance for him to reciprocate the move. 

‘ Steven, if you don’t do something about this, I swear I will take control of the body and do it myself. ’

And then Steven felt your fist close around his shirt, then your lips finally against his. God, he’d kissed you before, but this time it was different. It was still as awkward as the first, but it felt just as surreal to him. You had one hand on his arm, pinning it to the counter, so he used his free hand to grab your waist and pull you in impossibly closer. When he did so, your whole body relaxed against him, not having realised how tense it was. Steven could feel the relaxation under his touch. 

‘ There you go, buddy. ’ 

He didn’t know where the move came from, but he was so glad he did it. He could feel your body up against his and his hand flexed on your side as he moved you slowly, so your body was against the counter. 

His arm was no longer pinned, but his movements were slow and careful as he brought his second hand to your waist; he didn’t want you to let go of him. Your own hands were now sliding up his shoulder, then his neck, before your fingers nestled in the hair that lay on the nape of his neck. You wanted to tug on the curls, but decided just to play a little with the soft strands.

‘ Take her to the bed. ’

Now, as much as Steven appreciated the advice, he really wanted Marc to shut the fuck up.

But of course he listened. He continued to kiss you for a few more seconds before trying to guide you both back to the bed. He tugged lightly on your waist as he moved backwards, encouraging you to move with him so that the kiss didn’t break. And it was going well until he managed to bump into the stand his fish tank rested on. It caught him off guard and he grunted as your lips fell apart. The breaking of your kiss ripped a whimper from your lips, a sound you had no idea you possessed. But then you smiled, a small chuckle filling the room.

‘ Idiot. ’ He heard Marc laughing.

He fixed himself and looked back down at you, stifling a nervous laugh. “Alright, maybe we can just walk over…’’ 

Steven glared daggers at the reflection of Marc in the tank once he re-collected himself and you weren’t looking. “That’s enough out of you,” he mouthed harshly towards Marc, not wanting you to know that your husband was practically co-piloting your experience. 

He was so quick to guide you to the bed, but he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where he wanted to place himself but he did know that he had to decide very quickly. 

And before he knew it, he was sitting on the bed, inviting you to sit on top of him. He had a hand out to you, looking up at you with nothing short of adoration in his eyes. He never thought he’d find himself in this position.

You reached for Steven’s hand, holding onto it as you walked closer to him. His lips were a little red, wet, and god did you wish you could skip the part where you had to walk and just wrap yourself around him. When you did, climbing up onto his lap with a knee resting on each side of him, you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth. You had sat in a position that avoided his dick, more so to avoid causing him any discomfort because despite the bravery and change of character from Steven, you didn’t know how far he was wanting you two to go. Though, there was no ignoring the ache that you were feeling between your legs, crying for friction as you had to hold back from rolling your hips into his.

The look in Steven’s eyes as he looked at you made you feel all sorts of good, a warmth filled you up, a feeling you’d not felt in a while. Marc used to make you feel this way, like a schoolgirl with a crush, and you were sure that he could do that all over again but it’d been rough between you two lately. Though, the longer the three of you spent together, the more the trouble faded away and the love tried pushing back up to the surface.

“Steven…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Steven let out a breath as his eyes trailed down your body and back up. His smile never faltered. He was absolutely loving the way you looked right now, the way you looked down at him. He never thought he would get this far, but here he was with you on his lap. At the whisper of his name, he gripped your waist. God, he loved the sound of his name coming from your mouth and he wanted to hear you say it again. 

Then your lips were back on his, hands on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced as you allowed your tongue to slide along his bottom lip, a move that had your lips trembling. A little breath escaped as your tongue darted against his lip and he parted them, letting you in. Something spurred within him and he kissed back passionately, rougher than he did the first time. You had tried not to break the kiss with a smile when he let you into his mouth, but the smile was gone when he roughened the kiss, taking you by surprise. You let out a small sound of pleasure, getting lost in his mouth, grip on his hair tightening. Then, he pulled your hips up against his, more desperate for the closeness than ever. You had moved your hand to his arm at some point, now feeling the muscles of his arm flex when he moved you.

Despite everything that was sweet and gentle about Steven, his body was strong and you wanted to feel and appreciate every inch of it. You’d seen Marc’s body, of course, but this was Steven- somehow, it felt like a whole different body to explore. 

When your hips connected, a small gasp left your mouth, parting lips with him for a moment as your forehead pressed to his. Your eyes remained closed. The gasp alone turned him on even more. Though a little whimper left his mouth when you broke the kiss. Still, he leaned his head into your touch, one hand coming up to get tangled in your hair.

As you started to place light kisses on his face and slowly rolled your hips into his, Steven could feel his desires slowly shifting from those of want to those of need. He could feel the heat between his legs as he made that move, and he was beyond glad that he did. It created that friction that left him wanting more, and it had him gaining a bit more confidence in himself, even though his lack of experience was probably showing. 

Steven felt himself grow hard, his cock starting to strain against the fabric that contained it. The feeling of you on him was beginning to drive Steven wild, and even though you’d gotten this far, that Marc flat out told him that you wanted him, he was still rather unsure of the whole thing. But he was willing to experiment and pay attention, just in case you wanted to stop. 

He started at the bottom of your shirt, slipping his hands between the material so he could touch your skin. He kept one hand firm on your waist so you wouldn’t fall while his other was snaking up, exploring your back before eventually coming back down.

As he did this, you tilted your head, forgetting his lips for a while to focus on pressing gentle kisses to his jawline, up to the little spot behind his ear. As you did this, you could feel your skin grow goosebumps from where his fingers were touching your bare skin. You tried to lean into the touch but at the same tried to roll your hips into his, slowly but enough to draw a small pleasured sound from your throat. You could feel the length of him growing, could tell how much his body was needing this as well- you were more than willing to give him whatever it was he wanted.

You lifted your mouth to his ear, and again your voice was a whisper.

“I want you, Steven..”

Then you pulled back, looking down to where your hips met before bringing your hands to his chest, lifting your eyes to meet him with a sweet smile. 

The whisper sent goosebumps down his spine, causing his stomach to turn with nerves. Hearing you say you want him had him wanting to please you, wanting to make you feel just as good as you made him feel with just these little motions. 

“Whatever you want… whatever you don’t… just tell me…” she reassured, all the while her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them. Slow movements, giving Steven time to tell her to stop if he wanted to. 

His eyes met yours, his mouth hanging open a bit as he looked up at you, watching and listening intently. The hand that was messing with your hair found its way to your chin. He caressed your skin lightly, pairing it with a response.

“You, I just want you,” he whispered breathily. 

He looked down at the spot where your hands were, unbuttoning his shirt. You worked the last button and once it was open, he took his shirt off and tossed it to the side. 

A part of him couldn’t help but feel insecure now that one piece of his clothing was gone. Sure, you’d seen his body before- but it was Marc’s, there’s no doubt in his mind that you two have been through this before. But it was him in control of the body now, and he wasn’t used to anyone else seeing it but him.

But you.. Your breath got caught in your throat. Your suspicions were confirmed. It felt like you were seeing his body for the first time. Your gaze trailed along his collarbones, across to his shoulders, flickered to his chest and further down. 

He rested one hand on your thigh, squeezing gently while the other went back up to your face, slowly guiding your lips back to his. He missed the intimate contact, he was hoping to regain it.

And he did; he caught you in a kiss again, the hand on your leg slowly trailing up to your waist, landing just under your shirt again. The idea of taking your shirt off struck him, making him excited and nervous at the same time. 

He got on with it, lifting the fabric up, pouting when he had to break away from you in order to slip the garment over your head. He tossed it to the side as he’d done with his own, before looking back at you, utterly starstruck. 

The sight before him was stunning, gorgeous- he didn’t actually know where to look anymore. 

His hands grazed along your stomach as he looked and he realised he was staring. “God- sorry, I’m-” he stared some more as he brought his eyes back up to you. “You’re gorgeous.” 

You broke into a smile when he apologised, your smile softening at the compliment, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. However, you couldn’t help the sudden shyness as he stared at you. You weren’t insecure in your skin, you were proud of your body actually, but now you weren’t sure what to do, how to react. What you did know, however, was that you wanted him to lower his hand, touch you all over, run those fingers in the most intimate of places.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay to look, Steven,” you reassured him, eyes meeting his pair again. While his eyes had been looking at you full of adoration, yours were matching his, a sparkle in them as you watched him.

A small giggle left your lips and you shyly dropped your eyes, just for a split moment. “Thank you.” 

Then, though hesitantly, you reached behind your back as your teeth sucked in your bottom lip, unclipping your bra. As you pulled the straps down your shoulders, your eyes were flickering over his face, waiting to see if there was any sign of uncertainty or regret. While you hoped he wouldn’t stop this now, you’d respect the decision if he did. As much as you wanted to do it all now, get rid of the clothes and feel every inch of him, you were aware that this was all new to him. You were patient, or trying to be, and he made it rather easy to be- his reactions made it all worth the while.

His eyes shifted from your face to your chest momentarily when you started removing your bra, holding you in place, supporting your back so you wouldn’t fall back.

He sent a silent ‘thank you’ to the gods that you did it yourself, knowing fully well that if he had reached behind you to do so, you’d be left sitting there for five minutes while he fumbled about.

When the second piece of your clothing was gone, his starstruck expression never faltered. “I think you look even more gorgeous now,” he managed. Another tiny ‘thank you’ left your lips at his compliment, enjoying every second his beautiful eyes were glued to you. Your eyes were on his face, taking in every feature up close. It was so odd how when you looked at Steven, you didn’t see Marc, despite them sharing a body- Steven’s features seemed softer. He was just so different overall. 

He didn’t know where he wanted to start, where he wanted to touch you first. All he knew was that he wanted you badly, but he also wanted to take his time. He definitely wasn’t about to rush this, not a chance in hell.

Steven leaned up, his lips making contact at the point of where your jaw met your neck. He started by kissing the spot gently, but as he made his way down your collarbone, he nipped lightly at your skin. At first he felt a bit bad for making that decision, but he didn’t hear you protest; he heard quite the opposite, and he kept going, all the way down to your chest.

As his teeth came in contact with the soft flesh of your breast, he kissed the spot as a quick apology, before moving further down. He caught your nipple between his teeth, sucking on the spot lightly before moving to the other and repeating the action. This had one of your hands flying up to his hair, tugging on the curls as a wave of pleasure ran from your head to your toes. For someone who was inexperienced, he was figuring out fast how to use his mouth to make you feel good.

He realised he wasn’t able to keep going down your body because of your current position, so he stopped for a moment. He got a hold of you and moved himself up the bed a bit before making a quick move to flip you over, laying you gently on your back. You let out a sound of surprise at this.

He was over you now, the sight of you under him was just as pleasant as you on top. He used his arms to hold his weight off you, taking in the way you looked before he leaned down and resumed kissing down your body. As he did this, your head was thrown back. One of your hands was on the bed next to you while the other came up to your chest. You massage your breast gently under your palm, trying to keep your breath steady.  He stopped when he reached the top of your jeans, finally gazing back up at you through his lashes. There was no doubt that him looking up at you through his lashes was the sexiest thing you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, the sight alone pulling a quiet moan from your throat. 

He worked the button with one hand and once he got it he sat up, pulling them off you.

He discarded them, his hands finding themselves on your legs, tracing circles on them for a moment while he looked at you. His mind was still managing to run one hundred thoughts per second, although they focused on you and what he wanted to do to you.

Once you were out of your jeans, you didn’t like the contrast of how naked you were compared to him, so you sat yourself up. You shuffled around to get onto your knees, bringing Steven up with you so you were both kneeling in front of each other. 

“Too many clothes…” you said, big eyes looking at him for a moment before they shut, leaning in to break the space between you into a kiss.

Your hands ran down his chest, one stopping at the waistband of his pants while the other kept going lower. You did this slowly, reading his body language to understand if this was okay. Your fingers brushed over the large bulge that had grown in his pants, but just a quick tease, a gentle massage, before both hands were curling into his waistband and dragging his pants down his thighs. You allowed him to kick them away and then your hand was back to where it had been, letting out a moan at the feeling of him in your palm.

“Please, Steven,” you pulled your lips from his but remained close enough that you could feel his lips brush yours as you spoke. “I need you to do something,” your hand moved along his cock as you spoke, slow strokes, the reactions coming from him telling you to keep touching him. “Anything.. I just need you.”

Steven could feel his cock twitch from the pleasure your touch induced. “Oh, god…” he breathed as he reached a hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair as he kissed you once more before pushing you back down on the bed. He leaned over you, hands caressing down your body as he moved back. Those thoughts from earlier came back, the ones of how much he wanted to please you, make you feel as blissful as he did. Your head was so clouded with lust and need that you’d barely registered that he’d pushed you back onto the bed until his hands were roaming over your body.

He moved himself down, grabbing onto your legs and pushing them apart as he positioned himself in between them. You held your legs open for him despite how much you wanted to squeeze them shut for a little bit of friction. He tried to steady his breathing as he looked up at you, kissing along the inside of your leg, slowly moving towards the spot you needed his mouth the most. It was becoming more obvious to him that you needed him, aside from you literally telling him, making the teasing aspect more fun for him. A little ‘please’ stuck itself in your throat, unable to get it out.

You’d grown embarrassingly wet from just the slow kisses and slight touches, your cunt begging to be touched, filled, fucked. Your hand found its way back into his hair, holding onto the curls.

He placed a kiss to the top of your clit, eyes locked on you as he did, watching for your reaction. You knew he could tell how soaked you were just from that little kiss to your clit, but that simple move gave you enough pleasure to wash away the feeling of embarrassment at how turned on you had become.

“Steven..” his name came out a mix of a moan and a sigh, fingers tightening in his hair. You found yourself opening your legs some more, an open invitation for the man to do as he pleased to you.

His lips rested over you, brushing lightly as he looked up at you. A little moan got caught in his throat at your reaction. Seeing you like this was the best thing in the world to him, and it turned him on more. It was taking him a lot of self control to be patient. 

He took notice of how you moved, and he hooked one arm under your leg so he was in a better position to hold your waist down. Then he dipped his head, licking a stripe up between your folds. It was hard for you to believe this man was inexperienced- the more confident he became, the more he played and searched for all the right ways to touch you. You were more than willing to let him explore, let him learn.

Your eyes fluttered a little, threatening to shut, but you kept them on Steven, free hand not so free anymore as it went back to his. You took one of his hands and moved it up to your breast, giving it a little squeeze.

“Touch me- need you everywhere, Steven.” 

Your voice was so quiet, you sounded so fragile in contrast to when you were fighting alongside Steven and Marc. You were like putty under this man.

His eyes met yours as you spoke again, your voice alone nearly taking him out. His hand flexed on your breast as he replied with, “Just show me where…” 

And then he tilted his head back down, kissing the top of your cunt again, easing his way back into the motions. He let out a quiet groan upon tasting you again. The hand on your breast worked a bit, finger moving to grab and twirl at your nipple before making its way back down your body, nails leaving a mark on your skin as they passed. 

You had nodded your head at his words, unable to get a sentence out in reply. Each move he made had you trying to raise your hips against his arm in a weak attempt to go after his mouth. You let out a broken whimper. 

His hand found its way back down, and he paused, pulling his mouth away from you. His fingers grazed between your folds and he was keen on making eye contact as he slipped them inside. Your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, followed by a gasp when his fingers found their way inside you. 

He set a slow pace, working your cunt with his fingers. Your heat around his fingers made him spiral; if it felt so good now, he could only imagine what you’d feel like on his cock. And fuck the waiting was so cruel, but he was determined to please you first.

He bent his head down again, curling his fingers to hit you in the right spot as his tongue got back to work. You arched your back a little off the bed, finally allowing her eyes to shut as he worked you open, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body, chills across your skin. His hand was digging into your pelvic bone in an attempt to keep your hips still. He was afraid that if you moved, he’d lose the sweet spot he’d found inside you and he didn’t want to drag it out any longer.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands. You let go of his hair and both hands gripped tightly onto the bed covers, but you quickly regretted the move and one hand was back in his hair. Your grip was tighter than before, holding on like you’d fall if you didn’t and the other hand went to the arm that held you down. It didn’t feel right unless you were touching the man that was making you feel this good, treating you this well. 

“Steven- fuck, you’re doing so good,” you praised him when you were finally able to get words out. Your toes curled into the bed, each hit to the soft spot inside of you making you grow closer to the edge embarrassingly fast. His cock twitched at your praise. He was over the moon, knowing that he was doing good even though he severely lacked experience. The praise made him feel good, and he was desperate to keep it up.

“Faster, please, I won’t break…”

Steven immediately obeyed. His hand picked up his pace, coupled with harder thrusts. He wanted to bring you to the top, wanted to watch as he brought you to your peak. And as soon as he sped up, you were a goner.

His mouth stopped moving, but his lips still brushed against you as he tilted his head up to watch. Fuck, you were an addiction to him, the sounds coming from you only fuelling it further and he couldn’t get enough. Despite missing his mouth the second that it stopped, you were too drunk on the orgasm that was growing closer and closer to protest. When you were able to force your eyes open to look down at him, a moan escaped your lips at the sight of his eyes looking up at you with a contradictory mix of adoration and lust. His emotions pooled in his eyes and you would happily drown yourself in them again and again. 

Your cries of pleasure rang out as you hit your climax, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he rode you through it, his grip on your waist loosening so you could move. When the high hit you, it hit you hard, you could feel every bit of it like a wave running from your head to your toes, a string of moans filling the air around you. A collection of curse words and Steven’s name were thrown into the mix. Your thighs shook uncontrollably like they’d gained a mind of their own and you were so glad that he thought to let go so you could move freely.

Steven eased his fingers out of you, giving you a moment to recover, earning a sound of disapproval from your gaping mouth. Only his fingers had been in you and already you felt so empty with them gone- you almost feared the aftermath of getting fucked by him. He sat back on his knees, looking down at you in adoration while he rubbed your legs softly. He would never get over how amazing you looked right now, or how good he felt while pleasing you. He thought about his next move, going over it in his mind a couple times.

Then once the moment passed and he felt like you were ready, he grabbed your hips and pulled you down towards him, one arm hooking back under your leg and pushing it towards your body. He looked over at you a bit, using his other hand to line the head of his cock with your entrance. 

You had no time to speak, but you didn’t mind because your mind was running so fast yet you hadn’t a clue what to say. So, you were glad when you pulled you down, though it had taken you by surprise. How could you still be surprised after what he’d just done to your body?

When Steven leaned over you, you brought a hand up, cupping the back of his neck in your palm and bringing his head down so your lips brushed together. You could taste yourself on his mouth and the lewdness of it all almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. But Steven let out a small whimper when your lips only brushed his instead of connecting them.

“I’m all yours, Steven,” you said, but your voice broke, the moans bordering on screams having weakened your throat. Your other hand was now on the back of his head and you used that to bring him the rest of the way down to seal your lips into a kiss. It was nothing short of passion, need, your mouth moving desperately against his. However, you found it hard to keep your lips moving as his cock began to push through your walls.

The head of his cock had been pressing against your entrance and he couldn’t wait any longer. He started slow as he slid into you and you were so wet that fuck there wasn’t any resistance. 

The way he stretched your cunt had you breaking the kiss to throw your head back onto the bed, his name rolling off your tongue like it was the only word you knew in the English language. Steven was groaning, your heat wrapped around him sending him into a haze.

The stretch caused a hint of pain to your body, his girth almost enough to rip you into two, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that had your toes curling into the bed. Your fingers dug into the back of his neck harder the further he slid into you. 

Steven’s hand grazed along your torso, coming up to your chest. He massaged your breast as he bottomed out, head falling to the space between your neck and shoulder. His head was spinning from the pleasure that he’s waited so long for.

The wait was worth every second. 

Feather-light kisses were placed on your neck as he slowly pulled back out of you, only to rut into you harder the second time, not giving you the chance to get used to him. The kisses to your skin were so gentle and you leaned into them, but the air was suddenly knocked out of you when he pushed right back in without mercy. You let out a gasp, back creating a curve as it lifted off the bed. Your eyes shut tightly. Your body hadn’t felt a pleasure so intense in a while and it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop. You would happily take whatever he gave you. 

“Ah, fuck-” he whispered against the shell of your ear, the pleasure he gained from that being overwhelming. Every little sound from Steven, every whimper, moan, groan, they made you feel like you were floating on a cloud.

His head lifted and the hand on your breast moved to cup your chin, tilting your head back down, making you look at him. His thumb trailed across your bottom lip, eyes studying your face. He saw nothing but pleasure on it, this alone earning a smile from him. He set a steady pace, thrusts on the rougher side the longer they progressed. You were almost positive that the Steven you knew was tucked away into a corner. There was a confidence in him that you didn’t recognise, but at the same time there was a feeling, one you couldn’t explain, that this was in fact still Steven. Your eyes locked with his, despite how much they wanted to shut, your mouth opened as a string of moans ripped from your throat. 

He dipped his head down, capturing you in another kiss, groaning against your lips as he did so. Then in a second he broke the kiss, hips stuttering as he sat up on his knees. You whined at how fast he pulled your lips apart from his, but then he swapped positions and you were blown away- you had no idea that he could look any hotter until that second; sweaty hair, a dark look in his eyes… on his knees, for you. 

He ran one hand through his sweat-slicked curls, moving them out of his face before using both to grab onto your hips. He looked down at you with nothing but lust and need as he moved you in time with his thrusts, finding a new angle to hit that soft spot inside of you again. He wanted to watch you unravel around him for a second time, evident by the way he fucked into you at a rough pace. 

You were sure everyone in this building, and the next, maybe even the next, could hear the sounds you were both creating, matching each other in a beautiful song. Your hands were gripping his shoulders, one staying put while the other occasionally ran up and down his arm, nails scratching at the skin hard enough to create a mark and leave a trail of blood behind. You were loving every second of this, every second of Steven’s cock exploring your cunt like this. He had cast his head back, revelling in the feeling of your nails dragging along his skin, the sparks of pain through his body quickly transforming into those of pleasure.

“Oh, god- fuck,” his voice was barely audible as he fell back over you, his hand leaving your hip so he could catch himself. He let out a sigh, hovering over you, eyes exploring your body while he continued his assault on your cunt. He would never get over the sight of you like this; a complete mess underneath him, crying out his name as he fucks you.

Your hand continued down his arm until it reached his arm, moving it from your hip to place it between you both. Your eyes were pleading, desperate, missing the feeling of his soft fingers toying with your clit.

“I’m so close-” a moan cut you off, but you managed to keep spitting your words out. “So close, Steven, please..” 

He listened to you, even though his mind was cloudy from how good you were making him feel. He let your hand guide his hand between you and immediately did what he was asked. His fingers grazed over your clit teasingly at first, but he could feel his own orgasm rising and he wasn’t about to release before you could.

So he worked your clit with his fingers, giving you the extra push you needed in order to reach the edge. It didn’t take much longer for you to reach your second climax. Steven could feel it, your cunt clamping around his cock as you released, causing his hips to stutter once more. His hand left your clit, trailing up your body in a comforting motion as he rode you through your orgasm. 

Your thighs were uncontrollable as he rode you through this, and as sensitive as you felt, you were loving the way he began to come undone on top of you. Your body convulsed for a moment before you came to a stop, though your chest was rising and falling heavily. 

Then his hand fell next to your head, bracing himself as he reached his own peak, not wanting to fall on top of you. His hips quit moving as he came, a filthy groan escaping his throat, eyes shutting for a split second. You moaned with him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you felt him filling you up. You took it all in, not a hint of disapproval as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. There was no greater moment than that of him pushing inside of you one last time, as deep as he possibly could, filling you up more than you thought was possible.

His body was spent and overwhelmed with ecstasy, evident by his slightly shaky arms as he held himself up. He looked down where your hips met, slowly pulling himself out of you. He missed the feeling of being inside you the second he did so; it felt like a part of him was missing now. His eyes ran back up along your body, his own moving in time with his heavy breathing. He cracked a smile, using one hand to move the hair out of your face. He pushed it behind your ear and leaned down to place a much needed gentle kiss to your lips.

Your arms around his neck pulled him in as you shared a kiss so gentle that it seemed unreal that he had just fucked you with a roughness you didn’t know he possessed. But you relaxed into the kiss, only now realising how tense your body was from the two orgasms. 

Your breathing mixed with his for a moment before he finally found the will to get off you, moving to lay by your side. 

He fumbled for the light covers, but once he found them he pulled them up over your bodies. You turned your body to face him, eyes running over his face, just admitting his beauty for a moment. Then, your hand came up to his face, cupping his cheek softly as your thumb slowly stroked his cheek. His arm fell into place over your waist while he rested his head on his other hand. He was still smiling at you, having no reason to let it falter. He leaned his head into yours a bit before turning his face to kiss your palm lightly. What you two just did had him feeling amazing and judging by your reaction, he knew you felt the same. He took a bit of pride in that- he loved that he was able to make you feel as he did.

“That was… You are incredible.” There was a small giggle to your voice but it didn’t outweigh the honesty and love that was in your tone.

His hand on your waist moved and started trailing slowly up and down your body. “God, no- no, you are incredible,” he repeated, more emphasis on the word ‘you’. He leaned down towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead. You leaned your head into the kiss, sighing softly at the touch. Your eyes ran along his face, manoeuvring over his eyes, the curve of his nose, the redness of his lips. There was no place you’d rather be at the moment than with him.

“You should rest,” he whispered as he leaned back. 

You nodded your head a little at his words, scooting closer to him and closing your eyes. He radiated warmth and comfort, more so once he wrapped his arm around you. He shifted around until you were both in a comfortable position; his arm under your neck allowing you to be closer while the other draped lazily across your torso again.

Both of your breathing had relaxed remarkably. You placed your hand on his chest, smiling even though he probably couldn’t see it, before deciding to replace your hand with your head. Your smile only widened now that you could hear the soft beating of his heart as opposed to just feeling it. 

You both ended up drifting into a comfortable sleep like that; completely wrapped up in each other, not a single negative thought or energy from either of you, just the synchronisation of the gentle rise and fall of your chests.

#moonknight #x reader #one shot #smut #oscar isaac #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x reader

[nalyra-dreaming]

I think some people are kind of losing track of what the writers can fit into this season + most importantly what makes sense at this time to include. This is (mostly) prompted by a few teaser reactions I saw that were disappointed by there being no Devils Minion. TBH, it doesn't even make sense for them to "do Devil's Minion" at this point in time. At least not until season 3 or 4. If you do a run down of what the writers need to include in 8 episodes and what we know will probably be included based on speculation, that's more than enough meat to fill 8 episodes right there. It's a lot of ground to cover. The writers will be doing necessary foundation building for DM & contextualizing who Armand is since we just got Rashid last season, but I mean. beyond that??

I dont think it really makes sense in terms of timeline either. Like, I dont see them putting the DM arc proper on screen before all of the major players (Louis, Lestat, Armand, Marius, Gabrielle) are introduced? Its a QotD plotline, and IMO when Rolin & Co say that they are "including elements from future books" I get more of the feeling that means they are taking elements from TVL and TVA that have to do with Lestat & Armand's origin stories and possibly introducing another important vamp (Marius...). As far as we know, we won't get to QotD proper until at least season 4.

Im rambling now, but do you get what I mean??? Lol. This isnt me being a hater or anything either, DM is one of my favorite parts of these books, I just dont want DM without the proper context for what it means in both of their character arcs. You can't really discuss DM without discussing Armand's past relationships, yknow?

;)

True, but… I‘d argue we’re right in the middle of it already.

Part of it has happened, and we know they filmed with Luke for this season. The Night Island show seems to be connected. Louis brought Daniel back for a reason, too.

They have already taken a lot of elements from the future books… I do not think they will do them chronologically, I think for example that we have already seen hints of Amel even, and that they might combine that with QotD.

That said, I don’t think that DM will fully come into play prior to Akasha (or whatever combination of threats), but… all in all? I think DM is threaded through, not handled separately.

#anonymous #asks #ask nalyra #interview with the vampire #iwtv #armand #daniel molly #the devil's minion #amc iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv amc

[roipecheur]

...did marvel seriously kill Frank off just to make a new Punisher?

So, this made me look up Joe Garrison, because I've not been following Marvel that closely beyond DD as of late, and I was actually not aware. Afaik, Frank zapped himself into some fucked up hellscape world at the end of the last Punisher run (which s u c k e d and I hope it gets retconned entirely), so he's not really dead, but it seems like Marvel is, at least for now, claiming that they've retired him. In true comic book fashion, though, it seems like they've given him a way to come back. I mean. Dead characters come back all the time in comics to the point where it's one of the things they're known for, and Frank isn't even dead.

As for Joe Garrison:

Extremely funny to me that his last name is Garrison

In Punisher '87, they had Lynn Michaels and Payback as alternative Punishers, including in an arc where Frank was supposed to be dead, and they didn't stick around. Frank did.

Frank, as some articles claim, also had "problematic baggage", meaning that right-wing paramilitary idiots and the police liked to co-opt his symbol. As a new character, Joe Garrison is supposed to be less "problematic" and have a clean slate. But listen. Listen. This is not going to stop people from co-opting the Punisher symbol. Even if they're trying to make this carbon copy of Frank (who also lost his wife and family) less brutal and more compassionate, he's still got a (vaguely redesigned) skull on his chest, and he's still out there shooting people for vengeance, and, oh yeah, he's still called the Punisher.

Punisher 2020 really read like, "hmmmm there are some unfortunate implications to the way certain people are relating to Frank's character, so rather than address those in a satisfying way that makes sense, we're going to nuke his characterization and stick him in hellscape land for a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ amount of time." Seeing Marvel go from Punisher: Kill Krew to that was so disappointing bro. Like watching a fucking train wreck.

Yeah, Frank has baggage, but you know what he also has? History. Flavor. He's a product of his original context and the time when he was created, and there are ways to adapt that for modern readers that fucking work. (Netflix!Frank did a bang up job of this tbh). Joe Garrison is a former SHIELD agent rather than a war vet. Imo about half the point of Frank's character is how the war taught him violence and he resorted to that as his only response to grief, and it really seems like Marvel thought it was a good idea to copy Frank and sand down all his edges.

As a silver lining, it looks like we're going to see more of MCU Frank in Disney+ Daredevil. Now that the writers and actors have won their strike and with it better working conditions that will hopefully give more respect to their skills, I am tentatively hopeful that it will be better than what the synopsis of Disney+ DD sounded like before (😬). Don't know how much Frank will be in it yet, but maybe this will inspire a little more interest in the character, and we will get another 616 run of Frank at his best: getting forcibly befriended by every child, dog, and senior citizen he encounters in between episodes of gratuitous violence. 😎✌

On a final note, if Marvel wanted to separate Frank from the disturbing amount of people that seem to take him for real-life inspiration--which is the wrong idea to have about any comic book vigilante, lethal or otherwise--all they gotta do is give him a new hot dude version of Microchip and make them fuck like rabbits. Every right-winger who likes the Punisher would immediately drop him like a hot coal. But Marvel won't do that because they're cowards.

#punisher #asks #this activated me like a sleeper agent

[triflesandparsnips]

3. Stede has found/developed "safe" ways to physically interact with people.

Whomst among us hasn't, really.

Figure 1. Two men decide to be friends in a totally normal manner and not at all after a life-changing 24 hours of wild shenanigans.

Stede has figured out some Safe Social Touching:

Specifically, hand shakes. He can do those. He can stick out his hand first, or he can accept someone else's. The majority of any skin-on-skin contact he has with his crew comes when Ed invites everyone to come and shake Stede's hand in episode 4.

(We do see that Stede prepares his bare hands for fisticuffs with Jim, which I am choosing to call another Social Touch based on how/where Stede would've learned it.)

Stede also shows his own social displeasure with hand shakes. He only offers his hand to Calico Jack after Ed's introduced them; he doesn't offer his hand at all to Doug. (He does, however, offer his hand to Izzy following their initial meeting in episode 2. And Izzy declines to take it.)

When Stede interacts with the crew -- and sometimes with Ed, in the beginning -- he often does so in a way that can read as patronizing in the literal sense: a careful idea of fatherhood.

He bends over into people's spaces when teaching or monitoring -- specifically the flag crafts and the lesson on fine dining. (This is an interesting reversal of Father Bonnet's idea of how to "nurture" and care for tiny Stede, with the bending down and yelling in his face.)

Stede invites Jim and Olu to sit on his couch with him by patting the cushions, settling Olu's cushion behind him, and then patting both their thighs twice. He then spends the rest of the conversation with his hands clasped together, not even touching them when they're all startled by the cannon fire. Is that initial "sit with me" junk particularly father-like? Nah. Is it paternalistic? ...Frankly, kinda yeah.

Lucius is a weird one here. He's consistently referred to as "the boy," even though he's of an age with several other members of the crew. His role on board is that of, apparently, the scribe Stede narrates his journal to (which comes off as a "how to be a pirate, the stede bonnet way" kind of educational text). However, Lucius is also someone that Stede is remarkably free with in terms of touch and emotional truths -- Stede will let Lucius touch him comfortingly, and with Lucius Stede confirms the kind of feelings he has for Blackbeard (or what he thinks his feelings are, at any rate). Something something queer family something.

Finally, of special note in this paternalism category is when Roach has let the prisoners go off by themselves in episode 2 -- Stede approaches him and telegraphs a very heavy Serious Moment of Disappointment by putting his hand on Roach's shoulder. This is disciplinary!Stede, and it's markedly different from how other people on the show (including Stede himself, with Ed) may clasp one another's shoulders.

Figure 2. Local captain gears self up to be Seriously Disappointed with someone.

When Stede tries to indicate closeness to someone, he's starts off pretty weird about it (and continues weird about it, tbh).

Stede tends to kneel next to someone when he's trying to specifically show fondness or closeness. We see this when he's presenting the model ship to Mary and in how he plays with his children in episode 4; we see it when he comforts Ed in episode 6; again in episode 7, when he kneels behind the couch to offer Ed co-captaincy; and again in episode 10 when he kneels beside the bed to wake Mary up.

Figure 3. A closeted man tries very hard to show as much physical intimacy as possible to the mother of his children and wife of many years.

We also see the reversal of this, though, which is why I'm calling it deliberate -- he stops kneeling when Mary shows displeasure at the model ship.

This kneeling action seems to be a way for him to give the appearance of closeness while not actually committing to it. For his own safety? For the other person's comfort? No clue. It's weird. But he does it a lot.

Stede approaches intimacy from an angle-- which is to say, Stede finds that being at a right angle to someone is a fairly safe way to be "in" someone's space without getting too close (and inviting the possibility for either violence or rejection).

180 degrees (side by side) is the safest of all possible angles, since it allows the other person to choose not to interact with Stede at all: Stede and Mary when they meet; Stede and Ed sitting on the ship's deck; at the Bridgetown tavern counter when Jeffrey approaches.

However, Stede's go-to "intimacy" angle is 90 degrees: he's at right angles to Ed during their dawn breakfast; is drawn into a right angle during their kiss; is drawn to sit at an angle to the men at the table in the tavern (the widest degree of which is 90); Mary and Stede hug at right angles; Stede wakes Mary up the next morning at a right angle.

"Intimacy" here has a lot of meanings, and not always positive ones-- Stede himself turns the 180 degree pissing contest with Calico Jack into a right angle as he confronts Jack about Ed.

Stede's angles gets more acute the more certain he is of his physical reception with someone (or if he's feeling confident enough to try and invite someone closer, for good or ill reasons): when he and Ed are laughing together while sitting with the crew on the deck they're turned more acutely toward one another; during Stede and Ed's kiss, he turns himself to make the angle more acute; Stede's children are angled closely toward him when they're ripping Stede's clothes for his faked death.

Figure 4. Two good friends angled toward one another and maybe also one of them is touching the other's knee, you know, like friends do

Close face-to-face interaction tends to be either highly practiced (handshakes, disciplinary action) or a form of violence (Father Bonnet's face-to-face yelling, Mary's directly-across-the-table displeasure, the mocking Bridgetown man at the tavern table, Ed's "stab me" homosocial bro attempt at intimacy, and, again, disciplinary action).

However, with regard to creating "safe" circumstances for himself: There's a level of comfort Stede seems to feel around those he believes can't hurt him and, frankly, people of color. This is something I'd like to get other people to weigh in on, particularly in light of the results below:

While Stede doesn't directly touch the (white) English prisoner in episode 3, he does loosen the gag and use the intermediary object of the leash more than a little -- it shifts back and forth between his and Lucius's hand at least twice.

Izzy is white, but he's also lowerclass and a first mate rather than a captain -- Stede can be "safe" getting into his space. The same thing occurs when Stede is at his angriest with Doug, Mary's painting tutor -- despite having far greater provocation from any number of people from his own class.

Stede is perfectly capable of avoiding most touch, even the grazing kind that I would think otherwise unlikely in a busy scene -- notably when he's walking around and dodging people in the Republic of Pirates and in the Bridgetown tavern scene. However, on the Revenge, Stede regularly gets into people's spaces or permits them into his space... and the numbers suggest that with the exception of Lucius, Stede is largely touch-averse when it comes to the white members of his crew.

When Buttons gets closer to Stede during the mutiny discussion, Stede verbally holds his ground but tenses up and leans away from Buttons as he gets into Stede's space. In the same episode, Stede only bends down into Wee John's space after he's set up this paternal-teaching craft situation, and Wee John is temporarily recategorized as a child rather than bloodthirsty pirate. With Buttons, we have exactly one other touch (when Stede's given the bottle of booze from Buttons following the duel in episode 6) -- and we don't get any other touch with Wee John for the rest of the season. Similar numbers play out with the Swede and Black Pete. In contrast, the numbers for Olu, Roach, and Jim are significantly higher, and Frenchie is fairly up there as well.

Figure 5. Local captain bravely manages not to run away despite approaching Scotsman who's getting much too close, to be honest

The greatest amount of skin-on-skin contact, along with a hefty dose of emotional trust, Stede has with anyone is with the elderly tribal member from episode 2. It's deeply weird. We don't get anything similar anywhere else, with the exception of Ed's kiss (a man of color) and Mary's hug (a woman over whom Stede has legal and social power).

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ONWARDS:

-> Review the raw data and notes

-> Go to part 1: Stede wants to be touched, but is afraid of it.

-> Go to part 2: Stede will avoid touch to protect himself.

-> Go to part 4: The top three people who touch Stede, or who Stede touches, are Ed, Mary, and Izzy.

#our flag means death #stede bonnet #meta #touch #multipart essay #pirate data science #omfdedits #had to make my own dang gifs for some of this

[notebooks-and-laptops]

No one asked for it, but I'm gonna do a: Notes Plays Bg3 with all my thoughts! I'll be tagging it as Bg3 spoilers, tho I'll try and keep any big ones out and also Notes plays Bg3 so you can blacklist if needed!

Notes plays Bg3: first thoughts:

I'm a TAD disappointed in the CC because I knew it was super realistic so expected to be able to edit more and pick my nose/eyes/mouth/jaw/cheeks/lips shapes etc. And not being able to do that made me a little sad cos it's one of my fav parts of dao dai and da2 to actually customise my character and make them how I want. However, do enjoy all the hair options and being able to give my dwarf girl a beard so ups and downs.

Also speaking of the CC I made my girl before I realised subrace was a thing and then had to remake her and that was deeply deeply annoying

I also sorta wish their was more guidance in the cc about what being a disciple of a particular god might look like/mean

The animation in the cut scenes is INSANE holy fucking SHIT they put their ENTIRE pussy into it and it shows that opening god DAMN

Love those creepy brain guys I want one as a pet I love the way they scuttle and their creepy child voice

Mean lady? She is my WIFE and I LOVE HER and you will NOT be taking her from me

I freaked out for a while not knowing how to get Shadow heart out like I fully was like IM GONNA FUCK IT UP SHES GONNA DIE but thankfully she has not

Vampire Bois entrance didn't really do anything for me tbh altho I do see the Dorian in him that people have been talking about he's even got the same inflections in his voice sometimes

I LOVE gale and his entrance what a charismatic funky dude

Not met anyone else yet but going looking for them now!!

I do not enjoy the mechanics of moving my character and really wish I could just move them rather than clicking. I'll get used to it but I think that'll be the barrier between me and replays.

I do like the combat tho and am excited to get into the swing of that cos it's more technical and limiting than some of the more basic dragon age combat and so there's more skill to it I think

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #notes plays bg3