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Pit Babe - it's time for a Trash Watch!

I had to. Well, no I didn't, but COME ON. It's like Thailand is negging me. Let's burn rubber, shall we? Burn rubbers...?

The things I had been told going in about this show:

it's about car racing (this bores me)

it stars Pavel (my BL ult bias, he is my icon for a reason)

it started as an omegaverse y-novel but the A/B/O aspects would be stripped from the BL series

it's high heat

(There some chatter about whether point 3 was a mistranslation of something the author said, but don't bother me with trifles.)

Here's a definition of omegaverse:

Omegaverse, also known as A/B/O (alpha/beta/omega), is a subgenre of speculative erotic fiction, and originally a subgenre of erotic slash fan fiction. Its premise is that a dominance hierarchy exists in humans, which are divided into dominant "alphas", neutral "betas", and submissive "omegas".[1] This hierarchy determines how people interact with one another in romantic, erotic and sexual contexts.[2] (Wikipedia)

In my experience and opinion, omegaverse archetypes and tropes are often used to strip out female characters (and The Feminine) and as a tool to excuse extreme hyper-masculine behaviors without a critical feminist lens (leading to lazy characterization). Just as heat is an excuse to get nkd quickly, A/O/B is often an excuse for taboo and dubious consent actions and behaviors. Do I get why writers/readers enjoy it? Yes I do. Do I personally like it? Not particularly. (Although there are always exceptions.)

Putting all that aside, the above represents my foundational knowledge before Pit Babe started.

Oh and that the familiar BL faces appearing in this show were follows:

Pavel Naret (aka Pavel Phoom) from 2 Moons 2 & Coffee Melody - Pavel is a fluent English speaker, a bit of a drama monger, and a motorcycle rider/car-dude, this role suits him

Nut Supanut from Oxygen & Something in My Room - has an amazing voice, his somewhat wooden acting has improved steadily since Oxygen

Pon Thanapon - one of Star Hunter's stable first seen in the Gen Y series (where he stole the appeal of an intended pair), also v good in Make a Wish, I wish he'd get a lead role as he has a likable screen presence

Pop Pataraphol from La Cuisine - he's playing the Alpha rival and I'm not convinced he's suited to this role

Michael Kiettisak from Love Sick, Oxygen, Call it What You Want, Till the World Ends - playing the comic relief this time rather than his usual tortured stoic... huh

All the rest are either fresh faces or older experienced actors. Interesting mix. They must have some money behind this.

And now, get out your marshmallows! The dumpster is on fire! Let's start the roast.

Episode 1 - Platypus, Pickles, Pavel, & other Smoking Hot Problems

This first segment told with a 4 day retrospect, because I decided to do a trash watch only after @aliceisathome said I should.

My initial reaction:

the sheer audacity of Thailand being like "PitBabe is not omegaverse" and then serving "Alpha" to us on a platter in the first sex scene is

how dare

but also

what the actual fuck is going on? what world are we living in where a/b/o is LIVE ACTION ON OUR SCREENS?

we getting heat, knotting & mpreg next?

apparently this is my reality now

I'm not sure what weird quantum time stream I've jumped into but someone was all,

yes the whole world is hella screwed, but also...

Thailand has decided live action mm fanfic is gonna win it the culture wars

and I'm beginning to think they may be right

BL is now the platypus of the film industry

4 days later:

Considering how much chatter this caused there's a part of me that wondered if it was all intentional and a marketing ploy (to say it wasn't omegaverse when obviously it is). In which case... brilliant Machiavellian tactics, production.

But Thai studios are rarely this calculated in their promo. So I think it's all accidental. But it certainly caused a raucous few days on Tumblr.

On a completely different note, Babe's house looks like it started life as a particularly inventive Olive Garden. Or is that just me?

More random thoughts:

Pavel has had work done, why honey? You were the definition of perfect.

The smell thing is great, I love stuff to do with scent and necks. If omegaverse brings this to the table, fine. But...

Being all Alpha perfect butch manly man = I do not like Babe at all, I kinda want him to be brought down a peg. (Woo... pegging!) I never like narratives that glorify the captain of the football team (side eyes Cdrama CEO romances and Love O2O), Babe better have depth and damage (forget the pegging) of some kind or his behavior will get old FAST, faster than he drives (also, forget the pegging idea)

Nut is ideal in the Beta role. I mean, that's Way's character right? We all can see that. If it's not intentional, it's a miscast. I love how soft he is as as screen presence. He's great in this part.

None of the other characters are sticking out to me yet, but I'm prepared to love the side dishes in this, please make them swoon worthy!

I'm glad they didn't hold the Charlie = trickster reveal off, I like knowing he is a double agent up front.

Finally, with respect to an adequate trash watch, I'm in a pickle.

How am I going to drink for this show when there is so much else airing on Frigay? I can't keep track, if I'm drunk.

I need a strategy for this trash fire if the puns and snark are to spout forth! (HA Fourth!)

Controlled burn?

Anygay, see you all next week.

Episode 2 - Side Dish Addiction + Second Lead Syndrome are both infecting me at once

[FYI I gotta have my backup computer to watch this so that's why Imma sometimes be delayed getting the trash out to the curb.]

3 minutes! 3 minutes in and I needed to pause and wax snarkful. (Ouch, bet that hurts. Is waxing snark similar to a Brazilian but for BL? Is that why they all so hairless in The Sign?... I digress, where was I?)

Okay so the subber said Daddy but I don't think that word means what they think it means. Because Way said simply nong paa.

Usually they'll use the English word Daddy (pronounced Dah-deee) for, ya know, Actual Daddies (tm).

Wait wait:

Calling Daddy Actual

(My dumb sci-fi loving arse will see myself out the back before I start drawing Battlestar Galactica = Pit Babe connections. TOO FAR ABL. Too far.)

Look, I like the tension in this show. It's good to set up an unlikeable Alpha dog and then immediately turn him into an underdog, makes him a bit more likable. I still don't like Babe, but now at least I'm on his side.

Charlie = cute but v sus. Fortunately for him, Babe = cute but v thick.

Everyone calls Charlie Babe's dek. Yes sounds a bit like what you think but also means kid/child and SHOULD be translated as boy in this show. Why doesn't the subber get that? They a sub...ber after all. (I'll see myself out.)

Honestly, the script writers might know what they are doing with abo but our eng sub translator sadly does NOT. I'm so glad this is coming now in my BL watching life. When my ear and knowledge of Thai is so much better than it once was. Others much be SO CONFUSED.

Snicker. They just fucking with us, but it's fun to watch the mpeg speculation abound.

File this one under: Thailand's trouble with ESL plurals and also "you should have Pavel helping with these subs" sweethearts.

Production knows entirely what it's doing with this show and its omegaverse shizz (even if the subber doesn't) and I am very much enjoying the online carnage that results.

This dumpster fire continues off screen into the blogosphere and I continue to roast things over it.

Meanwhile, hi Pon! You so adorable! When you gonna lead out a BL for us?

Is Idol Factory stealing all of Star Hunter's talent? Are they the Red Racers of the BL world? These are the questions I ask myself as I watch this.

Is that AGE GAP I smell before me?

Is the 20 yr old college kid meant for the pit boss? Cause you all know I am a slut for age gaps.

Moment of a/b/o: Jeff's fear of touch/heightened personal space would be a plot marker for "baby doesn't want Alphas close cause he smells like an omega" but of course this show it not omegaverse. Not omegaverse at all.

nuh-uh

Linguistic corner!

Lung (sounds a bit like loo) is uncle(ish) it means basically a male relation older than phi. So Alan is the oldest in the crew.

Alan calls Jeff nu (which the subber translated as boy I would have gone with cutie or little one). Nu is a diminutive affectionate term that's technically gender neutral but is most often used by/on cute girls/women. Jeff did NOT like it. Then Alan sort of dodges through pronouns/particles settling on phi for I, ger for you, and ja for a particle. This is interesting because ger & ja kinda lower his age and status into a casual sphere. Not more intimate more equal to jeff... fascinating.

I love the new "Korean" red racer, he drinks my brand of soy milk. He is now my baby snake in the grass.

Get it? Snake.

He and Babe should end up together.

The fight wasn't bad, do both actors have kickbox training in their backgrounds?

Who am I kidding, I care only about Uncle Alan and Nu Jeff now. All others are irrelevant to me.

Also...

WHERE IS A BOY FOR WAY?!!! Or a Daddy. I do not care. (Methinks nether does he.)

I am now captain of the Way Appreciation Society. Let's all find a way... to get him some dick.

Also the BTS stingers are tons of fun. Looks like the set was a blast.

Finally, and I mean this kindly. Why isn't Noh Phouluang in this? He should have been cast as Winner. Bah. I'm biased.

But one should be with Noh.

Episode 3 - Side Dishes Delux

Gayest bridge n Thailand has made its obligatory appearance.

How much do I love uncle & nu? They are SO damn cute. Also nu flustered is the best kind of nu.

I could not care less about Babe and Charlie. Except I do love the smell thing.

Way will break my heart by getting his broken. He is right tho.

Tra la la. I feel like this is a bit like KP 2.0.

Charlie is a such a princess (and ace manipulator). Good thing Babe clearly likes being buttered up.

Babe's backstory was more interesting than I expected, I didn't think we would go so far into the paranormal side of a/b/o. I like it and I hope they lean into it quite a bit more. Make it part of the plot.

Unlike the kissing thing which seems to have been gotten over rather quickly.

I gotta say I'm enjoying the corporate sponsorship jockeying and tension more than I thought I would. I'm curious as to who Jef and Charlie are working for and what their motivation is. The plot itself is keeping me intrigued and that is rare for me with BL.

So no trash talk this ep, I was largely absorbed and entertained. I didn't event need booze. Shocking behavior on my part.

#giveWayaboy2023

Episode 4 - I (who never ship) am shipping the impossible

Here’s the thing. I just want this to be a better story than it is. Right now it’s kind of like a soap opera. I don’t hate lakorn, I really don't. To Sir With Love is a glorious chewing of the diamanté scenery (completed with death glitter). But...

If this is gonna be a soap opera it needs to lean into the messy side more than the tailored high concept side. Support characters and evil needs more screen time.

Instead, right now, I don’t know where I am with this show because it doesn't know where it wants to be. I’m kind of dangling in the middle of a dirty situation. It’s uncomfortable for me, and the show feels uncomfortable for the performers. 

Also... I have questions.

Yes, of course I want to know what Charlie & Jeff are up to. Why can Jeff see the future?

But more importantly I NEED to know why Babe has a flying saucer bed?

That kind of lighting makes nobody look good, especially not at that angle. It’s very traumatic and I’m not wild about the shag rug either. I have concerns about Babe's taste. I guess is what I am saying. 

On a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT note:

There’s absolutely no chemistry to justify this, but I have decided that I am going to personally advocate for, and ship, Way and the interloping not-really-Korean. They are both sort of own-moral-code types. I have tiny crush on Kim, and Nut is the prettiest, and Way is Best Boy so there it is, I would like them to hook up, please & thank you.

#giveWay2Kim2023

Arrow guy is cute, too. Will we get to see him bone?

Is he going to be another one of the adopted alpha super-kid pets?

What the hell, throw Arrow Boy a bone! All hot boys in BLs deserve bones.

Plot thickens.

Hah.

Thickens.

(I am an immature idiot.)

Episode 5 - wait wait way-t, can arrow boy have Way?

Look, BLabies, I didn’t get any screen caps this episode because frankly there wasn’t anything worth capturing.

I guess Charlie really does love Babe? Very dramatic if idiotic saving from the burning car. But Babe has gone to the broken Alpha place of extremely unlikeablability (frankly he was almost there at the start). If I were Charles B Spectacled I would be OUT by now. 

Is that?

NO.

Don't get the plastic bowl.

No white towel sponge bath. Please kill this trope.  

I mean, it's not as bad as singing, but that's because NOTHING is as bad as singing in a Thai BL.

AND the main boys are back together.

I don’t find their relationship or Babe’s lack of senses a particularly interesting aspect of the plot.

Unless, of course, Babe is pregnant and that's why he lost his Alpha sniffer.

BUT I do love the sides.

Jeff = the introvert precog who can’t/wont do people and Alan = the extrovert people person who WANTS but doesn’t understand him. 

Were Jeff and Charlie ALSO raised by Evil Daddy MacEvilPants? 

I liked the way Arrow CEO & Way looked at each other. Way, hon, give up on Babe (he sucks) and get thyself a billionaire bf with great aim and BDE.

On a completely different note, the best thing about this show is the blooper reel. That thing with the green smoothie going down his pants was hilarious!

In conclusion, this was a green smoothie down the pants episode. I was entertained, and it’s probably gonna be good for the plot in retrospect, but it was kind of squishy and unpleasant at the time.

Episode 6 - Are they actually listening to us now? Is Tumblr bugged?

This was a fun ep full of like actual racing and shizz.

Whatever.

Charlie is on the team now. All the teams, apparently.

Can we talk about Jeff and Alan?

The apology scene! Did you hear that Alan dropped to chan/ger? Eeeee!!! So cute. (He equalized their relationship in a soft way.)

Get it with that language play hottie. Next up: lengua play.

Please & thank you. 

Meanwhile, as all of the Internet knows, they went fully in for omegaverse - no bars.

I have to say, one of the greatest typos (or whatever) in existence is enigma instead of omega.

That's where I personally would rank in the omegaverse.

Hello, my gender is... enigma.

 Apparently it's a/b/o and sometimes e!  Also sometimes switch-ee 

Oh I'm very proud of myself with that one.

Funfunfun

Charlie. Babes. When a man asks to be thrown up against the wall. You throw him against that wall.

OMG is that arrow boy looking at Way in the bar?

3 seconds later.

Noooo.

Wait come back.

Noooooo.

That’s what I actually want to watch! 

OMG. Who said nu was the first step to teelak?

I flipping love Alan. 

Ah the boyfriend ep. Thank you, but I still don't trust Charlie.

Poor Way.

But nice crying jag, and I don’t say that often in Thai BL.

Now let him go, Way.

A boy with his arrows is waiting. 

(source)

Note for the future: tumblr has a bug that stops allowing edits after a certain time/number, thus my full trash often occur in 2 segments as a result. Click on the "abl trash watches bl" tag for the full thing if you're reading this and later episodes are missing.

#pit babe the series #pit babe #thai bl #abl trash watches bl #Pavel Naret Promphaopun #pavel phoom #trash watch #2023 bl #currently airing bl #watch along #Nut Supanut #Pon Thanapon #พิษเบ๊บ

[daydreams-after-dark]

Star Student: Part 2

Professor Minho makes you stay after class to fix the problem you caused.

This is Part 2. Read Part 1 here.

Pairing: professor/teacher Minho x adult female reader

MDNI // SMUT WARNING // ADULT CONTENTS

CW below

CW: sexual touch with stationary, unprotected p in v sex, cum swallowing, slight dom / sub / teacher / student dynamics (everyone is an adult). Chance of getting caught.

The students file out of the room, absolutely unaware that you just got off in front of your professor.

The room is deathly silent. You could hear a pin drop.

It’s just the two of you now.

You cross your legs and fold your arms across your chest and wait. Will he be angry? Will he report you? Will your grades suffer? Right now you really don’t care.

Professor Minho says absolutely nothing as he stands from his chair and slowly, silently, walks to the door locking it securely, and turning towards you with an unimpressed expression on his face. There’s an erection in his pants. You did that to him.

Your breath hitches as he approaches your desk. Like a man on a mission he aggressively shoves your desk to the side, grabs the chair from the desk next to you, and sits himself down in front of you. Legs wide, caging yours in, almost touching you.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he leans his elbows on his knees and holds his head in his hands. It’s like he’s fighting an internal battle.

After what feels like an eternity, it seems he’s decided what will be the best course of action.

“Show me what you’ve done to yourself.” He says quietly.

You hesitate and suck in your lower lip.

“I need to see.” He presses.

A heat washes over you. Suddenly you’re nervous, but you do as you’re asked and slowly uncross your legs. If looks could set someone on fire you’d be an inferno.

Professor Minho’s lips part as you part your legs, opening them and pulling your panties to the side for him so he can inspect. He looks at your face incredulously and then drops his gaze to your dripping core.

“Jesus Christ.” He clicks his tongue like he’s disgusted with you. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”

“Do you like my puffy pussy Professor?” You look at him innocently, blinking your eyes.

He rakes his hand through his hair and shakes his head disappointingly. “What a shame.” His eyes are glued to your pussy. “It’s fucking soaking. So wasteful.”

He reaches across to your desk and picks up your pen. “So much…” he slides the pen through your puffy lips, gathering your arousal on the end, and pops it into his mouth, then pulls it out with a loud pop. “cream.” He locks eyes with you. Your cunt clenches.

“All this wasted on your tiny little fingers.” He drags the pen through your folds again. You whimper and spread wider, wanting more. “When what it really needs is a cock.”

You moan and throw your head back at his crude words. Yes you need a cock. So fucking bad.

“But, you see.” He pops the pen in your mouth this time, and you suck your own creaminess off it. “You’ve put me in a bit of a predicament.” The pen is back at your pussy. “I’m not allowed to touch a student” he lazily drags the pen up to your clit. “But I’m also told I’m not allowed to waste resources.”

“So what are you going to do Professor?” You choke. Excitement courses through your body and you rock your hips in your seat.

He throws the pen back on the desk and reaches into your pencil tin, retrieving your scissors. “Well…I haven’t touched you with my hands.” He states as he drags the cold metal up your inner thigh. He hooks the scissors around the fabric of your panties and snips through them rendering them absolutely useless.

“And I’m not a wasteful man.” His dark, deadly eyes bore into you and you know he’s serious.

“So I’ve decided.” He sits back in his chair. “You’re going to fix this problem you’ve created. You’ve got a prepped and ready little cunt that’s craving to be filled with cock. And I’ve got a cock that needs to get wet. And because I’m not allowed to touch you, you’ll have to do all the work. I’m just a facilitator.”

Fuck.

Professor Minho waits for you to begin “fixing” the problem. You suck on your thumb for a moment, staring at the bulge in his pants and slide to your knees in front of him. He thrusts his hips up ever so slightly and places his hands on the back of his head.

Once his trousers are opened enough to free his cock, your mouth waters at the sight. You wrap your fingers around his length and bring it close to your lips, opening them ready to take him in your mouth. You can’t wait to taste him.

“Pop quiz.” Minho interrupts, halting your movements. You look up at him pathetically. “Do you think your mouth is the best tool for the job?” He raises an eyebrow.

You suck in a deep breath and rise to your feet. “No Sir.” You whisper shyly.

“Try again.” He demands.

This time you do exactly what he wants. You hold onto his shoulders and straddle his lap and grind your bare wet pussy on the length of his cock.

Professor Minho bites his lip and watches your face with a glimmer in his eye. You feel like such a slut right now, grinding your juices on your teacher’s dick like this.

“You didn’t answer my question Professor… from earlier.” You roll your hips a little harder causing the him to moan softly and you to smirk. “About my pussy… do you like how puffy my lips get when I’m turned on?”

His hands come to ghost along your hips and your legs, doing his best not to touch you, even though his dick is most certainly touching you.

“I do. You know I do.” His lips are so close you the skin on your neck that you feel his hot breath against you. “That’s why you wear short skirts and see through panties.”

“Oh so you’ve been looking quite some time, hmm?”

“You know I have. Yet you keep showing up like that. You want me to look.”

“Of course I want you to look.” You say lifting up enough to reach around and line his cock up with your entrance. “But I want you to feel it too.” You sink down over your professor’s cock until he’s completely inside of you. You whimper slightly as you let your entire body weight impale you on his cock. “Fuck, that’s so deep.” You say shakily, taking a moment to adjust.

“You’re going to have to do this quickly if you want to cum again.” He reminds you there’s not a lot of time.

You nod frantically, wrap your hands around his neck and start fucking yourself on him. He really did mean you would have to do all the work. He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t thrusting or grinding, or touching you. He was practically being a human dildo at this point.

Your cunt squelched around him and there was bound to be juices running down to his balls, and probably all over his pants too. You’re determined. Determined to get yourself off. Determined to milk his cock, drain him of every drop he has.

“Professor… please….I’m tired… can’t…help… please!” You sob against his neck. He feels so good but you need….

“Fuck it.” Professor Minho growls. His hands cup your ass hard. Standing up with you still speared onto his cock, he carries you over to his desk and lays you over it.

He’s lost control. His lips are all over you, catching your mouth desperately, hands absolutely everywhere. Your thighs, waist, your jaw. Your hands are threaded through his hair as he pounds into you hard, fast, and so incredibly deep. On each thrust you feel his cock head pressing against your cervix, undoubtedly bruising it.

“Look at you. My star student.” He stands up, holding your legs open and fucking into you forcefully. “Such a messy, slutty little student. You have no idea how much I wanted to lay you on the desk, like this, and fuck your brains out.”

You can’t speak, he’s fucking you so hard. He feels so good using you like this.

“You show up, teasing me. And today… making yourself cum in front of everyone.” He turns your head, holding it in place so you’re looking out at the desks. “You’d love it I fucked you like this with everyone here watching, wouldn’t you?”

You moan.

“I knew it.” He snapped his hips faster.

He’s right. You love the thought of him bringing you up to his desk and ruining you in front of a class full of people. All eyes on you. The Star Student. Yes. Yes…. Yes!

“Professor… I’m….”

“That’s it. That’s it. Squeeze my cock like that. Good girl. Come on your Professor’s cock.”

You cum hard around him. You begin to cry out but he’s quick to cover your mouth with his hand to muffle your scream.

He doesn’t wait for your orgasm to die down, he keeps going until suddenly he pulls out and hurries to the side of the desk near your face. “Don’t let any go to waste. Open up.”

You obey, opening wide and catching the ropes of cum in your mouth and swallowing every last drop.

“Such a good student.” He strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Now quick. You’d better get ready for your next class.”

You hurry to make yourself decent, gather all your belongings and leave the classroom just as the bell rings for the next class.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itshannjisung @chansbabyg @sunshinesquokka @kangnina @weareapackofstrays @newhope8 @queenmea604

#lee know smut #lee know x reader #professor lee know #Minho smut #sorshas fic

[ichorai]

would that i ; din djarin.

track twelve of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; din djarin x gn!reader

synopsis ; din didn’t consider himself a very jealous person. no, he wasn’t affected at all when the kid seemed to want to spend more time with you than him. not even a little bit.

words ; 1.5k

themes ; fluff, mild pining, kinda sunshine & grump trope

warnings / includes ; grogu eats a frog, mando gets v flustered, reader jokingly calls him daddy lol

main masterlist.

Bag hitched over your shoulder, you tugged on your hiking boots, bending over to double-knot the laces. “Hey, I’m going out to the market to grab some spare parts for the ship,” you called to the brooding Mandalorian in the cockpit. You were met with a quiet grunt in response. Finished with your shoes, you straightened yourself up and peeked your head into the front of the ship, watching Din work on some frayed wires by the control panel. “I’m taking the kid with me.”

This made him halt in his ministrations, and he turned to you. “Isn’t it easier if he just stays with me? Keep him here.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you nodded stoutly. “Alright, lemme ask him. Hey, bub,” you cooed, picking up the tiny creature from his floating carrier and setting him on the ground, equidistant between the two of you. Grogu peered at you with wide eyes, before rounding his head to look up at Din, then looked to you once more. He let out a garbled noise of confusion. “You wanna go to the market with me or stay with Mr. Grump over there?”

Silent, Din watched as Grogu began waddling towards you, seemingly excited at the prospect of going out to explore. 

With a hum of satisfaction, you scooped the kid up into your arms, shooting the masked man a victorious smirk, before striding towards the exit. 

“Be back before sunset!” he barked out, earning him a mock salute from you, then proceeded to incoherently grumble under his breath about how going to the market was really a one-person job, whilst fixing up the banged up ship definitely required more than a single pair of hands.

Clementine flames licked at the air greedily, crackling as Din tossed another wedge of wood into the fire. The setting sun cast long shadows over the secluded, wooded area your little group was hunkering down in, sparsely lit with the heated glow of the fire and the cold luminescence of the distant stars in the sky. You sat on the opposite end of the fire, blowing warm air into your palms to ebb away the numbing cold sewn into your skin.

The kid was snuggled up to your side, cooing as he tried to grab floating embers of the fire that drifted past him, carried away with the frigid night breeze.

Din studied the two of you, his mask betraying no expression whatsoever. Though Din was a man of few words, he was also a man of keen observations, always entirely aware of his surroundings. He noticed the way the orange of the fire tinted your skin with a near angelic glow, how the rustling of leaves behind him seemed to perfectly accompany your tinkering laugh as you smiled at the kid’s ministrations, how your eyes brightened with all the galaxy’s light within your irises. 

His attention was reluctantly drawn away from you when the kid waddled off to the side, having spotted a bulbish frog—which, presumably, looked like a tasty snack to him. 

With a gentle smile, you got up and circled around the fire to sit beside him, foliage crunching beneath your haunches as you settled down. 

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, just audible enough to hear over the pops of the flames. “You’re thinking so loudly.”

There was a moment of silence, the quiet weighing heavily over the both of you.

“It’s nothing,” he replied finally. “Nothing to worry about.”

Not wanting to pry, you hummed in thought, about to tell him that you’d be all ears if he had something to say, but promptly held your tongue when you caught sight of the kid swallowing the poor one-eyed frog whole.

“Spit that out!” both you and Din ordered at the same time. You glanced at each other, and your shoulders shook as you began to laugh, the corners of your eyes crinkling with such genuinity that was rare to find these days. 

You couldn’t see it, but a trace of a smile slowly appeared behind Din’s helmet.

The kid had finally fallen asleep—it took hours of you setting him firmly on your lap and telling him to shut his eyes until he began to relent, curled against your stomach and stealing your body warmth. Sleep was tugging at your own sleeves, whispering gentle static into your ears and weighing down your eyelids. 

Din had passed by the two of you multiple times as he tended to the many laborious upkeeps of the ship, silent as a ghost, but his mere presence was loud enough for you.

It was only when the ship’s door slid open did you startle out of your half-unconscious state, blearily rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You glanced down at the small form on your lap, gently patting his little wrinkled head. 

Carefully, you got to your feet and lowered Grogu into his floating carrier, tucking him into a mottled brown blanket with nimble fingers. The kid stirred mildly at the jostling movement, but settled down when you hushed him quietly.

Satisfied that he wouldn’t spring awake and scamper out of his carrier to swallow down more frogs, you left the ship, sliding the door shut behind you.

The night’s chill was stronger than it had been a couple hours ago, the cold steeping into your muscles and freezing your bones. The moon bathed the forest in a hazy, pearl-hued luminescence, reflecting softly against Mando’s armor. He was watching the vast, dark forest, broodingly quiet. You came to stand beside him, shivering slightly.

“Done with all your little errands?” you asked, trying your best to keep your teeth from chattering. You took his silence as an affirmative. “You really like keeping yourself occupied, huh?”

More silence. In the distance, a frog croaked.

“I would’ve been more than happy to help you if you’d asked, by the way. You didn’t have to do all that by yourself. I used to be a mechanic, you know?”

Din risked a glance to you, holding his breath for reasons unbeknownst to him. You looked awfully serene basking in the sweet cold of the night, which made his chest ache with a tender kind of longing he couldn’t quite put his finger on. A life he knew he couldn’t have, perhaps.

He tore his eyes away before he could dwell on that thought too much.

“What are you doing out here? It’s real cold out,” you murmured, angling your head to look at him. It sometimes frustrated you just how unreadable he was—not even considering the mask, he rarely ever gave anything away with his body language. You wondered what went on in his head. “Are you okay?”

For the first time since you came out, Din spoke. It was tentative and slow—fittingly cautious in nature. His voice sent a thrill up your spine—it wasn’t often that the two of you would genuinely converse about something other than the ship’s upkeep. “The kid likes you.”

A surprised look splintered through your expression. Of all things you expected him to say, that most certainly wasn’t one of them. “Well, yeah, I’d hope so. I love the little guy, even though he eats like a starved wampa.” You narrowed your eyes at him, the beginnings of a smile painting across the corner of your lips. “Oh, maker, you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Before he could formulate a proper response, you stepped closer to him with a teasing glint to your eyes that he misliked. You patted his chest in mock-comfort.

This close, he could see the fine details of your features much more clearly—he noticed the small, faded scar across the bridge of your nose, slightly darker in color than the rest of your complexion, he noticed the soft curve of your cupid’s bow, and he noticed the slight arch to your eyebrows, as if expecting him to say something.

Oh, right. He should probably say something.

Din flushed hotly beneath his helmet, finding himself at a loss for words. 

“I’m sure the kid loves you just as much, if not more than, he loves me,” you surmised, still with a teasing lilt to your words. “After all, we both know he considers you his guardian—if he could talk, he’d definitely be calling you father. Or, actually, that might be too formal for him—maybe daddy, or something. Pops, even.”

Din huffed, amused. “The kid wouldn’t call me daddy,” he deadpanned, finally finding his tongue. 

You beamed devastatingly gleeful, and he could just about feel his heart disintegrating into sand and spilling through the crevices of his ribs. 

“Why not? I think it suits you.” You shrugged, still grinning so wide it was a wonder your face hadn’t split into two. Oh, you were going to be the death of him one day. “I’m gonna head back in—I’m freezing my ass off out here. Good night, Din. Or should I say daddy?” You barked out a laugh, clearly pleased with your little joke, before trudging away from him, chortling to yourself along the way.

Din watched as you slipped back into the ship, your words ricocheting in his head over and over again. He exhaled heavily. 

He was digging himself a deep hole here—and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to stop.

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[cardboardheartss]

Kpop Exposé Reading

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

There have been some posts going around about how kpop could possibly lose its fame a few years down the line due to music quality and possible scandals taking place. So… I wanted to do a quick deep dive as to what could possibly be exposed in the Kpop industry.

‼️PLEASE TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! I BEGGG!‼️

What will be getting exposed? : QoS, The Magician rx, 9oS rx, 4oP, AoW rx, 8oP rx, The Emperor rx, 8oW rx, 10oW, PoP, 9oW, AoS, KoC, KNoC, 2oS rx, The Chariot, KoW

Idols will come out and expose the industry for its constant overworking of the idols. Some contestants from group shows and possible ghostwriters,singers and rappers will come out and talk about how they were not given the opportunity to establish their career because of their looks and rigged group shows.

Idols will come out and talk about the mental illnesses they’ve gained during their idol years, and how the company did not care. They would be pleading for a break but they weren’t given one. They’ll talk about their greedy ceos and industry people who only care about money and will constantly overwork idols while they don’t have to lift a single finger.

Idols will talk about how much they hated being an idol… all of the “luxuries”, brand sponsors, stage outfits, m/v’s and etc meant nothing to them. Other than trauma and exhaustion. The idols will talk about how fed up they are with having to act all innocent and well behaved in order to avoid negative reputations. They’ll talk about the overworking and underpayment. As well as exposing the disharmony within their groups too.

Idols will come out and expose either a ceo/manager/staff member and even their own members of being bullies. They’ll talk about the abuse and tormenting they faced thanks to that bully under their companies. Idols will talk about being tricked into overworking by the company and being told if they work hard they’ll be successful… which is true but that led to the company taking majority of the income from the idols work.

This whole expose will be making its rounds all over social media, but there will be one male figure in particular who will avoid this whole fiasco.

Overall, the idols who decided to expose the industry will be feeling really victorious and are happy to finally expose. They got tired of hiding, being forced to keep quiet, hiding secrets no… they just want to be free. This will also allow them to escape the K-pop industry for good.

Who will be exposing the Kpop industry? : KNoW, 7oP rx, The Star, KoC

An extroverted idol or just an idol who is like genuinely fed up will start exposing. Nugu idols/ idols with stagnant careers will also begin exposing. A really well known idol/songwriter will also expose the industry.

Possible Astrological Signs?! : PoS, KoW & 3oC

Idols with Earth placements, Fire placements and Mercury in Cancer

(Card placements are like a domino effect. One courages idol will start exposing, then a 2nd idol/figure who’s known will participate and then there will be an influx of emotionally drained and fed up idols exposing everything and everyone.)

Aftermath : 7oP, 7oW rx, KNoS rx, 4oS rx

The industry could take a while to get back up on its feet, but they will really push to regain its image again. They’ll be unable to try coverup and defend people anymore. The industry will definitely be judged and looked down upon. They’ll try debut more groups and some industry people will come out and talk but they should be careful as they’re words will be used against them. They will get back on their feet… but it could be a really slow process.

General publics thoughts: 4oW, 2oP, Hanged man rx, The Magician, 9oS, QoS, KoC rx

People will be happy?!😭 I think other music industries could start establishing their own things thanks to kpop going into shambles. Some could also not really care tbh… and people will try divert the attention from the exposé? There will be a lot of talk on social media, and more artists could be glad that their creativity will be shown? Some people will be heartbroken, they could just be in utter shock tbh. People will be happy that ppl are getting exposed now. Overall, just a lot of talk on social media, different sides and opinions as per usual…

Kpop stans thoughts : KNoC rx, 3oS rx, KoW rx, QoP, Death & AoP

They will think idols are lying and are jealous of their faves. They will not believe any of the news coming out and will attack the idols still and say they fake. Some kpop stans will definitely be leaving the fandom, and never come back. It will just be a mess tbh, a lot of death threats and doxxing will happen. People will definitely defend and some will applaud the idols who exposed to industry.

Woke Kpop stans will possibly leave this whole kpop industry and this will also lead to the declining finances in the industry.

i hope we will all be prepared for when this day comes because it’s going to be one longgggg bumpy ride 😵‍💫

Thank you for reading 📦

(24/02/2024)

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[dameronscopilot]

'Twas the Night

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader

Summary: Any time that you find yourself assigned to a mission with Santiago Garcia and his crew, he never fails to get under your skin. But when the boys leave you to your own devices one frigid Christmas Eve, your burning tension might just finally reach the end of its rope.

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v, choking, spit kink, rough sex, thigh riding, switch vibes, santiago garcia's shitty ass knees, Delta Force!Santiago

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and you were fucking stirring alright—visions of strangling Santiago Garcia dancing in your head. 

Prompt: Trying to stay warm

DECK THE HALLS MASTERLIST

“Fuck you, Garcia,” you grumble, halfheartedly kicking an empty bottle of beer in Santiago’s direction, watching the light from the fire reflect off of the glass as it rolls to a stop against the toe of his boot.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he quips, taking one last swig from the remaining dregs at the bottom of his own bottle before tossing it aside. 

It’s way too goddamn fucking cold for this. 

It’s Christmas Eve, and you’re two weeks into a mission you’ve been assigned to with Santiago and his crew. It’s not the first time that you’ve worked with them, and while you get on just fine with Ben, Frankie, and Will, Santiago is an entirely different story. Perhaps it’s the sheer fact that you technically outrank him by a hair, though you still let him take the lead in the field time and time again without complaint, but the man is always looking to pick a fight with you. 

You let your gaze fall to the lopsided, makeshift Christmas tree sitting on the ground beside you—Benny had tied together several branches from a pine tree earlier and decorated it with aluminum shapes that he’d cut out from a can with his pocket knife. Frankie spent an hour grumbling over how he’d pilfered his last can of Coke to do so, but he’d still shuffled over later, rolling his eyes as he added a piece of paper folded into the shape of a star to the top of it. Will had hastily pulled a red bandana out of his backpack, topping off the display with the closest thing you’d get to a tree skirt out here.

Following an early morning of recon, the three of them turned in for a surprisingly early night, somehow trusting that the magic of Christmas would help you to abstain from the urge to tackle Santiago into the fire pit. 

Returning your attention back to the annoyance in question, you bite back, “You couldn’t handle me.”

Without giving him the chance to respond, you abruptly stand up, brushing off your pants and heading for your tent. 

Though you’re hesitant to lose any clothing, sleeping in your dense outer layers is less than desirable, so you strip down to the thermal clothing that you’re wearing over your underwear, quickly diving under the covers. However, as you begin to rub your forearms to stave off the chill, you hear the distinct sound of crunching leaves underfoot, followed by an insistent tapping against the outside of your tent.

“You still awake?” Santi asks.

Groaning, you respond, “I guess I am.”

He tugs the zipper open wide enough to pop his head inside, eyes meeting yours in the dull glow cast by the battery-operated lantern sitting beside you. 

“Frankie’s snoring,” he supplies by way of explanation for his uninvited intrusion.

“I could have been naked,” you deadpan. 

Santi’s fingers pause on their journey to pull the zipper lower, and he raises an eyebrow. “You’re naked under there?”

“I can’t tell if you’re stupid, or if you think I’m stupid,” you grumble, burrowing down further into your sleeping bag.

“Benny sleeps naked when he’s not sharing a tent,” Santi shrugs, stepping inside. 

You don’t bother inquiring how or why he knows that. “Well, I’d rather not freeze to death. Where the hell’s your sleeping bag?”

Scratching the back of his head, a sheepish expression crosses his face. “I think Frankie must have grabbed it in his sleep, because he’s got a death grip on it right now.”

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and you were fucking stirring alright—visions of strangling Santiago Garcia dancing in your head. 

If only because trekking back down the mountains you hiked in through with Santiago’s frozen body in a duffel bag would be a complete and utter hindrance, you growl as you fight with the zipper of your sleeping bag, gesturing toward the small sliver of space you’ve made for him with a dramatic flourish of your hand.

Santi climbs in beside you after kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket, and you will yourself to ignore the way your traitorous heart skips a beat at his close proximity, the heat of his breath skimming across the bridge of your nose. Because for as much as Santiago drives you up a wall, you’re undeniably attracted to the man, which only further stokes the flames of your perpetual annoyance with him. 

His hair tickles your forehead as he settles his head down on the other side of your pillow, and you’re unfortunately reminded of the way your eyes had immediately clocked the new gray strands that had sprouted up amongst his curls when you arrived at the mission briefing.  

In an attempt to stamp down whatever nonsense is flooding through your brain, likely thanks to your half-frozen state, you mutter, “Isn’t sleeping out here in the cold, on the ground, bad for your shitty ass knees?”

He’s so close you can feel the rumbling of his chest as he chuckles, “You’d be surprised by what I can handle.”

Your face burns at the implication, a stark contrast to the chill running through the rest of your body, and you make a noncommittal noise in return. 

After a few moments of silence punctuated only by the sounds of your shivering body rustling against the sleeping bag, Santi helpfully supplies, “You’re freezing.”

“They weren’t kidding when they said you specialize in observational skills, Garcia,” you snap with a roll of your eyes, though it’s not nearly as condescending as you mean for it to sound thanks to the way your teeth are violently chattering. 

“Come closer,” Santi beckons, lifting an arm up. 

“Was getting into my sleeping bag not enough for you?” you retort, studiously trying to ignore the way your limbs long for his body heat. 

Running his other hand over his chin, Santi grouses, “You love being a fucking brat.”

Before you can think twice about what you’re doing, you reach out, firmly grasping the collar of his shirt. Noses brushing, you hiss, “Say it again, Santiago.”

He tilts his head slightly, a lazy grin spreading across mouth, and his lips ghost over yours as he murmurs, “You’re. A Fucking. Brat.”

Looking back, most of your contentious interactions and arguments with Santiago over the years have oozed with sexual tension. Enough, in fact, that you’re well aware the boys have had an ongoing bet for how long it’ll finally take the two of you to fuck it out. And that alone has been reason enough for you to stubbornly ignore the hot, simmering feeling in your gut whenever he’s near. 

But now? Now, you suddenly decide that you simply don’t care. And perhaps it’s because the warm caress of his breath against your cheek is like a siren song to your cold and weary bones. Or maybe you just want to see if the sheer arrogance of his suggestive comments is all talk.

Maybe you’re just fucking lonely. 

Regardless of what sends your walls of resistance crumbling down, Santiago must feel it as well, because the moment your tense body relaxes into the press of his limbs against yours, all bets are fucking off. 

He cups the back of your head and kisses you hard.

Your lips meet much like the way the two of you toss words back and forth—it’s combative and heated. It’s relentless. It’s hungry. 

It’s far easier than you thought it would be. 

It’s a goddamn relief.

Santiago’s mouth moves against yours like he wants to consume you, teeth earnestly nipping at your bottom lip and tongue assertively tangling with yours. The smell from the fire lingers heavily on him, mixed with undertones of a scent that’s distinctly him. It throws you off guard, the way it invades your senses.

As your mouths continue to slide together, you find that you’re plastered against Santiago’s solid frame, and one of his hands slides down your side, stopping to curl around your hip. Both of you shift at the same time, and his thigh slides between your legs. At the feeling of him pressed against your hot center, you can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips, your body instinctively arching into the pleasurable touch.

An appreciative sound leaves Santi’s throat, and he tightens his grip on your hip, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Go ahead.”

Far beyond the pretense of petulant remarks for the sake of animosity, the only thing that leaves your mouth is a brazen moan as you allow yourself to grind down on Santiago’s muscled thigh. Even through the layers of clothing between you, your cunt throbs at the rough drag across your folds, sliding in the wet pool of arousal soaking your underwear.

“Fuck,” Santiago grunts as you roll your hips into him, chasing the embers flaring brightly in your abdomen. 

He slides a hand up your shirt, and goosebumps spread across your skin at the feeling of his cool hands caressing your breasts. Still kissing you deeply, he strokes at one of your peaked nipples, pinching down just hard enough to make you moan into his mouth. At that, a trembling wave of pleasure washes over you, and Santi’s hand cups your ass as you ride out your orgasm on his thigh. 

Still far too eager for more, you reach into Santi’s pants, anticipation dancing up your spine when you wrap your hands around his thick cock. He groans, rutting into your touch, and you begin to stroke his shaft. 

“Wanna fuck you,” Santi breaths out, hands skating across your waistband.

Far more concerned about things other than preserving your body heat inside of the sleeping bag, you flip it open, and your arms and legs are a messy tangle of limbs as you nearly tear each other’s clothes off, lips meeting needily in between each and every discarded article tossed to the wayside. 

Santiago’s hands begin to roam across your naked body, though he eventually stops, placing a finger beneath your chin and tipping it upward. His tone is even when he says, “Get on your hands and knees.”

And so you fall into line for him, planting yourself firmly on the ground as Santiago lines himself up behind you. You have half a mind to nudge the pillow backward in his direction, well aware of the state of his knees, but something about his complete and utter disregard for them has you dripping shamelessly as he slides a finger through your folds. If he wants to struggle through the pain for the sake of pounding into you right here on the cold, hard ground, so be it. You’ll milk his cock for all it’s worth in return for his trouble.

You hear Santi spit into his hand, followed by the slick sounds of skin on skin as he fists his cock before notching the head against your fluttering entrance. Impatient, you begin to push backward, keening at the feeling of his shaft slowly slipping inside of you. And clearly he’s well aware of what you want, because he’s hardly halfway into your channel when he roughly snaps  his hips against your ass, burying himself inside of you to the hilt.

“Fuck, Santi,” you cry out, belatedly clapping a hand to your mouth when you remember the three other people sleeping in the tents beside yours.

“You like that?” he asks, fingers digging tightly into your hips as he begins to pump his length in and out of you. 

You collapse forward slightly at the feeling of your tight channel spreading and contracting for his fat cock with each thrust, savoring the scorching feeling of pleasure tearing through your body. 

“Harder,” you pant out.

Santi obliges without question, balls smacking your ass as he ravages your hole with fervor, wet trails of arousal dripping down the backs of your legs. He grunts, hands grasping your backside as he roughly plunges inside of you, and after a particularly deep thrust where his cock slams against your cervix, your legs collapse.

He continues fucking you into the ground as you lie flat beneath him, your body quivering with the tremors of pleasure wracking through it. A hand grasps your throat, squeezing, and Santi doesn’t miss the way your walls needily clench down on his cock as he begins to choke you. But then you feel him shift, and with a hand still wrapped around your neck, he pushes your jaw upward, tilting your head directly backward to see him looking down at you.

“Open,” he says evenly as he continues to drive his shaft into you.

Your lips part for him, and Santiago leans down to spit into your mouth. You swallow his saliva, and he kisses you bruisingly in return. Arching your ass upward to meet him, Santi continues on with his punishing thrusts with his hand at your throat until the coil inside of you snaps once more, leaving you to gush on his cock with an orgasm that leaves the edges of your vision tinged in white. 

Despite the fact that your limbs feel boneless at this point, you force yourself upward, back onto your knees, crying out at the feeling of Santi’s cock hitting you deep as you meet a particularly hard thrust. But rather than let him finish like this, you pull away, inciting a look of confusion across his face for but a moment until you push Santiago down onto his back and climb on top of him.

Santi’s eyes fall shut and his jaw goes slack as you straddle his lap, sinking back down onto his leaking, throbbing cock. You start off slow, setting an easy rhythm as you lift yourself up and down, and appreciative groans leave his lips as he watches you ride his shaft with a hooded gaze. But as you begin to pick up your pace, his hips cant upward as he ruts up into you, fingers tightly gripping your thighs. 

And you know how badly he wants to come. You can feel it in the way his muscles begin to tighten underneath of you, the way his blunt fingernails are digging into your skin. But first—

You reach down, grasping Santiago’s shoulders to haul him halfway up, and one of his arms shoots out behind him for balance. Smiling, you run a hand through his graying curls, and he tries to chase your lips for a kiss, but you tighten your grip, tugging roughly on his hair and tilting his head backward slightly.

And oh, he knows what you’re about to do. You can see it in the way his lust-blown pupils widen even further, the way he bites down on his lower lip. 

He knows exactly what you’re going to do, but there’s a sparkle of defiance in his eyes as he makes no move to comply, awaiting your reaction. In turn, you pull his hair even harder, and he groans, cock twitching inside of you as he finally parts his lips. 

And the moment you spit into Santiago’s mouth, both of his hands find your hips once again, wrapping around you with an iron grip and lifting you just enough to jackhammer his cock into your cunt at a dizzying, unforgiving pace. As he swallows, he captures your mouth in a feverish, sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into it when his hips begin to stutter. 

Santiago rises, pushing you onto your back once more and quickly pulling his shaft out of you. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he strokes it rapidly until hot, thick ropes of cum spurt across your breasts. 

He collapses beside you on top of the sleeping bag, only to roll sideways a moment later, rooting around for the pack of tissues he'd seen lying nearby.

As you grab them out of his hands, he opens his mouth to speak, but you immediately interrupt, “Don’t say it.”

Looking far too boyishly handsome for a man that just spat in your mouth and came all over your tits, he grins, “Merry Christmas.”

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[aphroditelovesu]

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I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

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My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

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Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

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Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

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[chvnnie]

i request soft dom felix with the prompts 15 & 44 ♡

i love a soft lixie moment — i hope you love this one, too.

i’m going to try something different since a certain blog site likes to hide my posts :))) warnings BELOW cut

doomsday

lee felix x reader

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

wc: 1.1k

prompts: 15 and 44 - bold and italicized

warnings: v soft!dom felix, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, female orgasm, light dirty talk

The earth is shattering around you, the quakes shaking your body as everything caves in. The clattering of trees falling causes a buzzing in your ear, the strong waves of the oceans washing over and pulling you in deep. Shaking, sinking, the breath knocked out of you as the painful pleasure of the cool salt water takes over.

But you come up for air quickly, heaving as you try to catch it. Your time spent in the sea is getting shorter and shorter, body unable to give more with each explosion of the planet.

“That’s it.” Felix’s voice is muffled, ears yet to pop from the brutal orgasm. “Come back to me, love.”

A slender hand is rubbing your thighs soothingly, like a lifeboat pulling you back to shore. He eases you back to reality; the sky no longer on fire, broken trees building up around you again. Back to earth.

Back to him.

“That was a big one.” His low voice is quiet, as if he’s afraid he’ll spook you by speaking too loudly. “Are you alright?”

Yes? No? You’re not too sure. The heartbeat in your core feels strong enough to shake the bed, sweat sticking you to the cotton sheets. Everything is on fire from the end of the world, yet cool. Too much, not enough. Hot, cold.

“Think so.” You mumble eventually, weak hands reaching up to grip onto your boyfriend’s hair. At some point while you were deep in thought, he rested his head on your stomach. “Really intense.”

He rolls his head, placing a kiss on the soft skin. “You did so good for me.” He mumbles into your belly, peppering kisses across the expanse of it. “Always perfect, my angel.”

You hum, relaxing your fingers in his hair as you allow the pressure of his lips to soothe you. The mountains repair the cracks in them, every part of nature rebuilding itself around it. It’s as it was, doomsday nothing more than a “what if” yet again. Everything is back to normal-

But the biggest enemy to peace is your boyfriend, whose lips have made a path down to your hips. Slowly, they start to inch down, like an asteroid hurling towards earth. It’s inevitable.

“Lix.” You whine, weakly tugging on his dark locks in an attempt to stop him. “Please, it h-hurts-“

“Color.” He stops dead in his tracks at your protest, dark eyes laced with a hint of concern. One word, and he’s done. One word, and you can avoid the end of the world.

Rolling your head against the pillow, you take a deep breath. Then, another. And another. “Green.”

The flames are always really beautiful.

Felix doesn’t let this opportunity slip from him, quickly focusing back on the movement on his lips. Down, down, down, until the plush skin brushes against the very tip of your clit. The feeling makes you jolt, the sound of the earth cracking not too far away.

“You’re so sensitive, angel.” His breath fans against your core. The shock it sends up your spine chills your sweaty body, goosebumps erupting across it. “I wonder how quickly I can break you this time.”

A warning before he plunges in — if his words were sweet, his tongue is anything but. Covering the already slick folds with his spit, he presses his face into your cunt as much as he possibly can. Almost suffocating himself in pursuit of a last meal. It’s sloppy, and loud. The tenderness in which he ate you out earlier is gone after the seventh time.

Felix doesn’t have to try too hard to make you see stars. It’s like dancing for him; the motions to his favorite song never change. What once was choppy and tight is now smooth and fluid, moving across your center like water. This body is his, and he knows just what to do to destroy it.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans as his tongue dives down to your hole, circling the brim of it. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Two fingers plunge their way inside just a bit, scissoring to make space for this tongue to slide in. The sensation pulls a broken cry from you, desperate and loud. Begging for mercy, begging for it to never end. His fingers don’t move, only rotating to widen the narrow gap and give himself more space.

“L-lix, Lix.” Your voice is so broken, cracking with every syllable. “Hurts-“

“Do you want me to stop?”

Immediately, you shake your head. “No-“

“Then I don’t give a fuck.”

The mid afternoon sky is tinting orange, growing up from the horizon. It starts with a tingle in your toes, clenching and unclenching as Felix’s fingers dive deeper. Hard. Aggressively quick in search of your spot. The pads of them brush against your silky walls, pressing roughly right next to it, but not directly on it. Close enough to give you a match, but not to light the flame.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t do much. Frustrating, but barely stimulating. But now? The flame lights itself. Your legs snap close, hips bucking in sensitivity.

Can’t stop. Don’t stop. Not that now the ground is splitting.

The feeling of your thighs constricting his head makes Felix moan, the sound vibrating your core. He continues to tease around the spot as his lips move back up to your folds. Stopping right below the clit, he pulls back for air.

“It’s too much.” You’re inconsolable, tears streaming down your face at a rapid pace as you shake your head from side to side. “C-can’t do it. Can’t cum.”

“Yes you can, angel.” He coos, cruelly kissing the hood of your clit to make your body convulse more. “Cum for me one more time. I know you can do it.”

The task seems impossible — how can you find pleasure when everything is crumbling? The sting of everything combusting more overwhelming than it ever has been. It’s horrifically beautiful, every nerve in your body fighting against it.

But then you look at him, with the entire universe in his eyes. Face sparkling with slick, dark hair sticking out in every direction. And he’s smiling at you, warming the chill of the impending doom you feel in your chest.

The end of the world doesn’t seem so bad when you’re in his arms.

Your eyes roll back, finally giving into the dark pleasure. Walls clenching around him, Felix watches as your breaths become rapid, body squirming in an attempt to make it all stop.

“That’s it.” He says, moving his head back to attach his teeth to your clit. “Make me proud, angel.”

When the waves bring you in this time, it isn’t cold. It isn’t scary to start spiraling downwards, the broken planet out of reach. It’s warm, the water wrapping its arms around you like a lover. This orgasm is a force — short, but powerful. It squirts over Felix’s face, drowning him along with you.

Everything is dark. No sound except for your breath, and the wet kisses placed across your thighs. The end of the world is more beautiful than you expected.

#lee felix smut #felix smut #skz smut

[vladdyissues]

Please give us som Vlad headcanons!!! :)

Oh boy, you're gonna wish you'd never asked 😆 Long post ahead

🎧 Vlad is a huge fan of 80s synth-pop and new wave. Depeche Mode, The Cure, The Smiths, Duran Duran, Tears For Fears, Pet Shop Boys, a-ha, and New Order, to name just a few.

🎵 On a similar (quarter) note, music from the late 70s and early 80s is still difficult for him to listen to because it reminds him of the years he was pining for Maddie, the accident, and being hospitalized. Mid-80s music and beyond, when he began to take his life back and build his wealth and power, is his "good old days" music.

🎹 Another music headcanon: In Familiar, I hinted at Vlad being a pianist. I think he'd look pretty hot playing a saxophone, maybe even a trumpet. And Martin Mull is a pretty good guitarist and singer, so Vlad also having those talents would be really cool. But I like to believe that Vlad plays the geekiest, dorkiest, nerdiest, most Slav-coded instrument of all: the accordion. Just imagine him torturing Danny and Sam and Tucker with polka music and ballads about cheese while on a camping trip. Maybe Wulf howling in agony from somewhere in the woods.

🧀 Yeah, he’s basically the negaverse equivalent of Weird Al.

👂 Vlad got his ear pierced in the mid-90s.

🔥 Despite being a fire specter ("having a fire core", to use the phandom terms), Vlad loves the cold. Winter is his favorite season, Christmas his favorite holiday. A bit of a spoiler for either chapter 13 or 14 of Familiar: Vlad is a superb ice skater.

💔 Besides his mother, Maddie was the only woman Vlad ever loved.

🐄 Vlad grew up the son of a poor Wisconsin dairy farmer. His mother was a first-generation Romanian* immigrant. He was the first member of his family to go to college, and on a full scholarship. He has no siblings. (*I may adapt Vlad’s nationality depending upon the story/art/situation, but generally I like to HC him as Romanian, which you can see on his backpack here in this AU.)

👊 Vlad was a victim of bullying in his teen years. Because of his first name and his ethnicity—not to mention his appearance and disposition: skinny, gangly, "ugly", shy, nerdy, poor—Halloween was always a miserable time for him: getting pelted with plastic vampire fangs in the hallways at school; cruel nicknames like "Count Vladislob" or "Vladis-louse"; racist remarks about his Romani mother; "Bleh bleh! I vant to suck your bluud!" It was awful.

✌️ Because he spent so many years being made to feel ashamed of his unusual name, when he became rich and successful after obtaining his ghost powers, he put his name and initial everywhere. V for Vlad.

🏈 Vlad got his love of Green Bay from his father. Apart from a shared surname, it was one of the only two (2) things he and his dad had in common.

🔧 Working on farm machinery like tractors and hay balers was the other. Vlad and his dad would often fix the farm equipment themselves rather than hire a mechanic—mostly out of necessity. Vlad is still pretty good with a monkey wrench, though in college his focus shifted from engineering to physics after meeting Jack and Maddie.

🚀 Vlad grew up in the sixties. Space race, the moon landing, the Cold War. Every kid his age had space fever. Vlad was no exception. His bedroom walls were a collage of stars, rockets, shuttles, astronauts, and cosmonauts. Yuri Gagarin was his hero. He wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up. (Just like Danny.)

🩸 I mentioned this on another post, but I'll add it here, too: Vlad's obsession with gaining more power stems from the trauma and weakness he experienced when he was hospitalized. He made a vow to never be that helpless again.

🪦 Both of Vlad's parents were dead by the time he got out of the hospital. He was estranged from the rest of the Masters family and therefore had no one to turn to.

👶 Because of this, Vlad became obsessed with having a family of his own. Ironically, the accident sterilized him. He will never be able have biological children.

🍪 Some of Vlad’s happiest memories are baking with his mother. He had (and still does have) quite a sweet tooth—and a penchant for cooking.

#annnd i think that's a good place to stop. for now #danny phantom #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dp headcanons #meta #many of these ideas appear in familiar. so if they look ''familiar'' that's why #fic: familiar #asks

[sunnylands-world]

The visit to the cottage

Pairing: demon Draco x reader

Summary: you're on a visit to see your grandparents but you meet something far worse.

Word count: 1'093

Warning: p in v, mentions of tentacles [a lot, sorry not sorry], anal, demon Draco, oral by tentacles, EVERYONE IS OF AGE, squirting, forced orgasm, nipple play, reader cries, dub-con, stockholm syndrome? I think that's everything don't read if this bothers you

Universe: demon Draco

A/n: sorry, don't know where this came from I just kinda lost my mind, don't kill me. @b-bewley1979 for the demon idea I hope you like it

Nice thought, reblogs, and inboxing is appreciated and motivational ❤��

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You knew better than to walk the woods this late.

The wind howled with the wolves guarding the forest. Your only source of light was a meek lantern with a small wisp of fire and the navy blue sky as it lit with white stars. Your coat was big and warmed you from the breeze but you still got the chills with every leaf you stepped on. So what were you doing out here? You were supposed to be meeting your grandparents but had gotten lost on the way.

Deciding you needed a rest you stopped leaning against a tree only to have your gaze caught by the most beautiful Cottage ever. It seemed to have glowing flowers and such pretty green grass. As if enchanted to do so, you wandered towards it and before you knew it you were behind the small gate turning the door knob.

When you finally gathered your thoughts you noticed a pot filled with soup, quickly rushing towards it. Your ice-like hands grasped the wooden spoon scooping the hot liquid in-between your lips and moaning at the warmth it sent thru you.

"Good isn't it"

Your head whipped around quickly as you slurped what was left up. You whipped your face with the ruff material of your old sweater sleeve trying to find where the voice came from. Your eyes widened like saucers seeing the male…demon?

He had blonde hair and a neon glow to match his small horns. His clothes are similar to a business suit making you raise a brow as one of your many confusions right now.

"I- I'm sorry, I-i didn't know it belonged to anyone sir" you muttered only receiving a Chuckle.

"Don't worry, I know a way you can pay me back for it." The windows slam shut and the doors lock collecting a white lining.

You only make it to the door knob Before you're wrapped in a tentacle resembling him with its all black look and green halo. you squirm desperate to be free as he floats about examining you from head to toe.

"What an ugly coat, let's remove it shall we," he started, the coat vanishing from you. You gasp as you're left in a knee length skirt and button up. He smirks with sharp teeth before saying

"What should I do with you?" You begin to fight harder, afraid for what is to come as you're stuck with no control over anything.

"Please just let me go I won't tell-" you yelp, clothes pulled away as your left completely bare, body cold from the strong winds that blow.

"Oh darling, no one would believe you if you're let free" he states enjoying the frightening look on your face. His blue gaze is strong with the whitening light that they reflect as he looks over your naked frame, green roped around your waist and arms. Your nipples harden from the cold and your legs squeeze close hiding your center from him and the breeze.

You eyes tear up accepting your fate as he strips himself as well but they quickly pop back open glossy feeling the slight flickering at your clit, a soft pointed tip playing at your folds like tongue strokes. You still try and fight despite your body already giving away like putty at the feeling.

He groans his large cock in hand too much for him to hold as he tugs at it, dripping pre-cum down the inflamed head.

Two more of the dark glowing tentacles latch onto your nipples, pulling and twisting at them in almost fascination. Your breath hitches and you whimper at the teasing. Your swollen clit lathered in the juices dripping from you as the other tentacle slithers inside you, deeply fucking your pussy like it's starving for the tightness of your walls. Your thoughts are fuzzy and your brain can't function with all the arms playing with your parts. You moan and whine much to your dismay. Your nipples are sore, your clit is on the fine line of pain at the tempted flickering, and your hole filled beyond believable as the bulge forms in your stomach.

"It's nice isn't it, feeling all that attention in so many places?" He moans, breathing labored as he uses the cum running freely from his cock as lube to stroke harder.

You can't respond, face scrunched, drool running out your mouth as your jaw hangs slack. Your body is limp and sweaty as it moves with the motion of the tentacle thrusting roughly in and out of your quivering walls. Your clenching and unclenching painful with the intense pleasure and he can feel it, cumming harder at your fucked out state.

"Fuck that's it" he hums "nothing feels better than human pussy," he finishes, his own coat of sweat on his chest, and his eyes flutter with his lip tight between his teeth.

You babble out some type of nonsense feeling yourself reach closer to the tip of your peek and with his lips suddenly sucking at your neck you release, tears streaming down your face and your walls squeezing tight as you gush around the tentacle still embedded inside you, pumping you full of cum but unfortunately he doesn't stop.

You feel the pressure of something prying at your behind and you wake a bit from your tired state fighting weakly as he takes the wetness from your front as lube for your back. You sobb stuttering out how you can't take anymore begging with pleases that he only hushes.

"It's okay, it's okay I'll take good care of you baby," he promises pushing his cock into your tight hole while the tentacle resting in your walls starts back up like a switch was flipped on. You fall into his shoulder as he brings his arms around you comforting you with rubs to the back. He thrust up in rhythm with the long soft length ramming into your pussy. You're on the verge of sleep as your core weeps around the softness playing at your g-spot like it's not there, your backside burns with the stretch of him till you pass out in his hold.

When you wake the demon is cuddling beside you, tentacles wrapped around you possessively before one reaches for the food and water at your side. He presses kisses to your forehead. one of the pointed lengths slipping between your legs and sliding back and forth against your bare center slowly. You pull the water from your lips blinking tiredly.

"Who are you?" You say, voice dry and brittle.

He laughs, hand coming up to stroke your cheek.

"draco, the demon of sex"

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Draco lovers and requests: Draco lovers and requests

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[autismsupermusicalassassin]

A day at the museum with daddy little one 🌙

plot: Steven decides to take Isaac to the museum dispite his ex manager going to berate him for what Marc did from his fight with a demonic jackal…

a/n: This is the second fic the single dad au of Oscar’s moon knight and im sorry for my Jewish readers if I messed up on certain parts

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They were bickering about today plans again but this time they keep accidentally switching controlling the body , “Steven you can’t just take Isaac out to the museum now” Marc complained in control of his own body before switching to Steven to clap back his reason and making Isaac laugh at the switching “but Marc I wanted to show him all the Egyptian things and history of how the civilization went through and such” Steven retorts while cleaning up his breakfast and gets isaac clean up from the baby food mess, then looks at his reflection of a grump Marc. “and it’s your fault that you made me to take control of the body and made me look like I destroyed the loo that night!” Marc just made a face at Steven, “you’re still not over that incident!?!? How many fucking times I have to tell you that I’m sorry?!” “AY WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?! I AM TRYING TO SLEEP HERE IN THE HEADSPACE” Jake shouted he was exhausted from all the people he had to cabie drive around London last night for some high schoolers homecoming dance or something before letting going to do some Moonknight shit. Isaac meanwhile tries grabbing the Star of David around his dad(s) neck while continuing to bounce around in his high chair cooing, “well marc if you don’t like it then you don’t have to be co fronting for today” Steven said putting his foot down and points at his reflection accusingly when taking Isaac out of his high chair and getting him dress in a onesie for the cold autumn month ahead of them in England “ I’m just saying I don’t think it’s wise to take Isaac there okay” Marc looks at his son through the reflection of the fish tank tank “I just want to keep him safe” “we all do Marc…” Steven said reassuring him reminded him that the death of Randell wasn’t his fault. A small coo drought them back to reality as Isaac get put in the stroller while he kicks his tiny little legs up in the air in excitement “all right,all right lad we’re going on a trip are you excited” Steven said gleefully as he booped isaac’s little nose as they head out of the flat and heading to the museum. Dispite having a Jewish background, Steven can’t help but admire the big Christmas tree and decor in the lobby of the museum as he smiles at Isaac who apparently is taking a little nappy in the stroller he was pushing towards the Egyptian exhibit while he takes out a tiny straw cover out of the miniature pyramid of Giza and starts talking to Isaac telling him all about the history of Egypt about their gods /goddesses and its culture. “You see Isaac the Egyptian believed you needed your heart to be judged in the underworld. Only the worthiest would be able to pass through Filed of Reeds , believe it or not i and Marc were there for a bit when we-“ suddenly the rudest woman voice interrupted him “Oy , Stevie is that you you lout?” Steven goes pale and turns to see Donna, he’s ex boss that he and Marc thought that she might be fire due to a lack of empathy or emotion , not to mention Jake wanted to scare her or curse at her back when Steven was working for her. “Hello Donna” he kindly greeted her while trying to avoid her annoying gum chew which steven swears that she’s gonna blow up a bubble and pop it to scare him and wake up Isaac from his stroller nap “ and it’s Steven with a v Donna” Donna who is odlivous to see the baby stares at him with disgusted expression while holding a box of what looks like a Anubis plushie wearing a mini Santa hats on them while putting them down on the gift shop area “if this about rehiring you just to be a bloody tour guide then no your not gonna happen you dult” she’s said to him hurting Steven’s feelings like when he worked in the museum gift shop

“ well actually Donna that’s not the case here . I’m-“ he gets cut off by Donna again while Steven knows that Marc and Jake are trying to hold it together not to take control of the body and slap Donna hard in the face or for Jake see her choke on her own chewing gum as karma “then what is it then? You auditioning for a tour guide again?” She asked “because you aren’t ever going to be one” Steven frown deepened his also heard Isaac starting to stir awake from his mini nappy “well, That’s actually more crushing to hear now because I’m actually here with my baby son.” He replied with a fake smile while trying to sue pressed Marc or even take control over the body as his son rubbed his eyes and looking at them.

Donna looks at the newly awaken baby with a scoff a sign that she didn’t believe him “you’re joking right? Stevie Grant , a 30 year old virgin somehow managed to impregnated a gal and decided to raise the babe?” She remarked as Steven wince “well actually we-i mean uh…“ Donna cut him off again “so who is that lass that made a baby with without knowing they’ve unintentionally made a mistake making you this lad a Mistake …how are you even paying bloody child support when you don’t have a job? ” After hearing that Steven heart broken at that question …he doesn’t know why jake doesn’t tell them who the mother of their son is or why she decided to leave him in the care of them as Isaac started to babble as he was trying to say something to defend his dad(s) from Donna verbal abuse but he fail and starts to cry slowly, “Donna please you making the little lad cry” he started ‘or maybe he’s hungry or need a diaper change?’ Steven thought “besides I already paid half of the amount to fix the loo damages and which by away still wasn’t me” but as usual Donna doesn’t listen and start to berate Steven and at which point calls , little do they know Marc was watching through the glass reflection on a glass coffin clearly getting piss off at Donna and the fact Isaac isn’t liking the situation that Steven is in “damnit” Marc muttered and feeling like he has enough and he decided on what to do.…as Steven was about feel like he was about to have a panic attack, Marc Spector finally gain control of his own body and give Donna a cold expression “I suggest you stop there Donna” Marc said making Donna startled almost choking on her obnoxious gum chewing at Steven’s sudden American accent that just came out. “Excuse me-“ started but gets cut off by Marc “now listen here you woman, you may act like you own this fucking place and treat Steven like he worthless but he is not! I know people like you Donna Gertrude Oswald , people who don’t know that they are treating people with limitations poorly weather it is a sleep condition or someone going through.” He was anger “and don’t you ever call my son a mistake! I don’t have the answer why or who his mother is but no matter what the reason, That baby is my son and you Donna should have been fire from all the things you said and did to me and other coworkers in this museum, so I’m just gonna give you a warning …if you ever, ever do mistreat anyone like this again, I will not hesitate to give a call to HR about how you been abusing your job title” and with that Marc grab the stroller and starts walking the other direction switching back to a baffled Steven unware some guests filmed the whole encounter .

“You really didn’t have to do that Marc” Steven responded after calming down Isaac while sitting on a bench in the exhibit feed him his bottle and looking at the reflection in front of him “but I did and I was pissed at what she said about Isaac” Marc defended himself looking down, but instead of a mini speech from Steven but what he heard was something unexpected “thanks mate, I too didn’t like what she said about Isaac being a mistake” Steven told him “ though what you said will probably not change Donna behavior though it but you defending speech was amazing Marc.” That made Marc happy and Isaac coos reaching for a piece of the exhibit which was a mini figurine of Khonsu depiction in Hieroglyphs but give a hiccup when Isaac gets put back into the stroller and sucks on his pacifier.

After that Steven continues his explaining the stories and history to Isaac and goes to head home when it’s starting to give Isaac a bath and give a call to get him a babysitter for tomorrow night, When Steven check his socials, he froze when he saw a viral video of him (well marc) giving Donna a taste of her own medicine while the caption read “Karen gets exposed and puts in her place”.

tags: @guruan,@forwantofwill,@melodygatesauthor @ominoose

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #moon boys #moonknight #Singledad au #Donna is a bitch to sweet Steven with a V #moondads #moon knight system #moon baby #Son of moon knight

[lilpunkrock]

where you go (i will go) — iv

Summary: A visit to the Dreaming brings about new revelations and confrontations.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x f!reader

Words: 5.5k+

AN: Originally posted to my other account, @alittlepunkrock, I'm now uploading this to my second blog because my main is having some issues. RIP. I've mapped this story out to be a good 15-20 parts, so I hope you all will come along on this journey with me! Thanks so much - part v will be up soon!

series masterlist // mood board // ao3

. . .

“I flew solo most of the way,

Until you popped up and got in the way;

And I mean that line in a good way.”

    - hazel inside, blackbear

. . .

Part iv

“Let go,” he growls, pressing down on your throat harder. The hot tears clouding your vision are growing dark and blurry, the room around you dimming in spite of the smoldering fire beside you. You blink, trying to clear them away, but they don’t leave this time around. They persist, crawling inward, inching over your sight. The anxiety in your chest rises to a new pitch. You feel your body try to hyperventilate, only to choke on the emptiness in your lungs.

Something at the edge of your awareness calls to you, encourages you to do as he says and just let go. The rest of you bucks and rebels against it, fighting tooth and nail to hold on. Even in this moment, in spite of all that’s happening, you’re not ready to go. Not ready to leave him. You had so much to look forward to, so many plans. So much love to give. You were ready to give him it all.  It was all happening tomorrow.

The chaos in your chest reaches a fever pitch. Your heart hollows out at the thought that there will be no tomorrow for you.

As darkness envelopes what’s left of your vision, you feel his hot breath on your face one last time. “I don’t want you anymore.”

. . .

When mortals think of heartbreak, their minds typically turn to thoughts of star-crossed lovers, of loved ones lost, of relationships ended on bitter terms. As you creep through the small motel room you’ve found yourself in, tip-toeing around empty liquor bottles and haphazardly tossed cigarette butts toward the sleeping figure in front of you, you understand that heartbreak comes in many forms. You see it in the way the man sleeps slumped over in his chair, his hair unkempt, skin pale and sweaty, face covered in a gritty stubble. You feel the heartbreak in the way his fingers twitch for drink, seeking the comfort of a glass bottle even in slumber. Heartbreak is the fact that he sits in this dark motel room alone, though you can see a picture of himself, a kind-faced woman, and two young boys glowing on his phone’s lock screen. They looked happy.

Your eyes settle on the withering white, red, green, and orange attachments trailing from his heart, across the litter-strewn floor, under the motel door, and out into the night. A pale halo of blue philautia stutters around him. The solid black thread pulsing out of his chest is darker than all the shadows in the room.

Your heart sours at the sight. Ever since your assignments had been dropped at your door at midnight, you’d been flitting across the globe, trying to finish your daily duties before sunrise. Today was the day Matthew was to take you to see Morpheus in the Dreaming, and you wanted to be ready for him. The sight of the black attachment makes you all the more eager for your visit with the Dream Lord.

“Come here,” you whisper as you take the pale philia, eros, storge, and pragma threads in your hands. You hold them gently as you take a moment to ponder your choice of action. “When you wake, call your wife and sons. Be honest with them. Your wife has already found the help you need, but she’s waiting for you to love yourself enough to take it.” You pause, wetting your dry lips. Your fingers shift to trail over the weak glow of philautia surrounding him. “You may not feel you’re worthy of love. I know. But you are. You don’t have to do this alone. Accept the love they have for you. Let it sow the seed for you to love yourself again.”

As your voice trails away, the rainbow of attachments solidify and shine. The black thread remains, but seems less daunting when surrounded by a halo of radiant colors. You smile softly, pleased with your work. In the back of your mind, though, you fear it won’t be enough. What if Desire’s attachment overcomes what you’ve done?

Staring at the black thread before you, an unsettling air creeps through the room. The back of your neck prickles, hairs rising as you get the eerily distinct feeling that you and the mortal are not alone. That you’re being watched.

You spin around hastily, eyes sweeping the shadows of the room. But nothing, or no one, is there. You jump slightly at a low rumble arising beside you, only to exhale in relief when you realize the man has begun to snore quietly. With a shake of your head, you glance over the room again. Though no one else is here, you still can’t deny what your body is feeling. The sense that something is wrong.

With a run of your fingertips over the next set of names on your list, you slip into a new part of the world. The sensation slips away with it.

. . .

“Hey, uh, Lady Love? It’s me, Matthew. Remember, the talking raven? Can you let me in, please?”

“Matthew!” you exclaim with a grin. At the sound of his sharp beak tapping on your kitchen window, you toss your fantasy novel aside and jump out of your chair. Always eager to be part of the action, Theo slips between your feet as you hustle to the window. With an appropriate “Oh shit–,” you stumble forward, narrowly catching yourself on the kitchen window sill. Matthew’s large, dark eyes blink at you in surprise. With a laugh, you open the window, righting yourself as the messenger raven steps inside. “Sorry about that. Guess I should have left the window open for you, shouldn’t I?”

Matthew ruffles his feathers, stretching his wings after the long journey. You note that a new pouch of sand is tied to his leg. “Oh no, you’re fine. Honestly, I’m just glad you were awake. I told the boss– or, uh, Lord Morpheus that you might still be resting. It’s pretty early.”

Your eyes slide over to the clock on your stove, noting the time there. He’s right – it’s just barely past six in the morning, but you’d been up for hours. You were sure you’d never finished your daily assignments as fast as you had today. And without coffee, no less. It really was a shame Cliff didn’t open until seven.

As you finish setting up Theo’s food, water, and toys for the day, you make idle conversation. “So, ‘Dream?’ ‘Boss?’ That’s some friendly language. You and Dream Lord must be pretty close.”

Matthew’s dark beak inclines slightly, his inky chest feathers fluffing with pride. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I mean, like I said, I’m basically his best friend. Besides Loosh. Funny, when I first came along, he didn’t even want me around.”

You give Matthew a friendly grin as you finish lacing your canvas sneakers. ‘“Sometimes the people we don’t expect to need are the ones who become the most important to us.”

Matthew seems to cock his feathered head in contemplation. You extend your arm to him, and he hops on with a flutter. “Huh. You know, I like that. That’s pretty good. The next time he tells me he can handle something himself, I’ll be sure to use that one.” Your laugh rings through your quiet townhome, and Matthew ruffles his wings appreciatively. “Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe. You’d be lying if you said that your trip to the Dreaming wasn’t all you’d been thinking of for the past two days. Not only were you eager to get onto your partnership with the Dream Lord for the sake of your Realm, you were incredibly curious to see his work crafting dreams and nightmares. How did one create something so intimate, so unique to each individual, so limitless? Maybe you’d end the day with a better idea of what was going on in that tousled head of his.

“Alright, then. Matthew, Grand Messenger Raven of Dream of the Endless, first class provider of transportation, at your service.” With a caw, Matthew dips his head and snips the sand pouch on his leg with a flourish. Sand spills to your feet, settling for only a moment before it jumps to life. The vortex that forms around you is becoming more familiar, the fierce winds that whip around you less startling than your first go around. In spite of this, you still find yourself closing your eyes when the sand starts to skim your cheeks.

When the winds have died and you hear the sand whisper against the floor, you open your eyes to find yourself in the Library of Dreams. Though you’ve seen it before, its majesty is not lost on you. A slow smile warms your face as you turn in a slow circle, drinking in the sight. “This place is incredible,” you murmur.

Matthew hops from your arm to perch on a tall stack of books sitting on one of the tables. “Yeah, I guess it is pretty awesome if you like books and all. Which, by the look on your face, I’m guessing you do. I wasn’t much of a reader in my life as a human, but I’m gaining a better appreciation for them now,” Matthew says. Though his face gives nothing away, you can hear the grin in his voice. The sound of soft footsteps sound behind you, and Matthew’s attention flicks that way. “Hey, Loosh!”

You spin to find Lucienne emerging from one of the breaks in bookshelves behind you. Each room is filled with so many books that the spaces between the shelves are almost camouflaged. Her dark eyes smile as they land on you. “Ah, Miss Love. Welcome back to the Dreaming.” Her dark lips pull upwards, her expression open and kind. “I trust your journey went smoothly?”

“Oh, yes. Matthew is an excellent escort. And I’m getting used to all the sand.”

“I’m quite glad to hear that. Such an acclimation will serve you well here.” You chuckle softly, watching as she places a fresh stack of books on the table beside you. “Lord Morpheus is attending to some business with Mervyn, the palace’s custodian. One of our resident dreams, Fashion Thing, appears to have spilled a blood and perrier cocktail in the main hall. Quite the mess.” She shakes her head tenderly, obviously amused. “He should be finished shortly. Perhaps you’d like to peruse my library in the meantime?”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. “Oh, absolutely.” Lucienne smiles widely, a glimpse of bright white teeth peeking through her lips. “Matthew, please inform Lord Morpheus of Miss Love’s arrival,” she requests. At her instruction, Matthew caws a, “Yes, ma’am!” and takes flight toward the colossal stained-glass doors at the end of the long hall. Meanwhile, Lucienne beckons you farther into the library, away from the throne room.

“As I informed you at your last visit, this is the Library of Dreams. The dreams and events of every human life reside here, as well as the stories they invent, published and unpublished,” Lucienne explains, her bespectacled eyes drifting over the bookshelves with adoration. “I am the keeper of them all. The entire library is organized by century and alphabetically by last name. It makes it quite easy for myself, Lord Morpheus, and any other guest to find whatever record they like.”

You nod, lips parted in awe as your gaze moves from the stories of floors above you to the long bookshelf beside you. At the top of the shelf, you find an iron signpost reading “1500s - S.” Within moments, your eyes land on the book you’re looking for, the name embossed on the thick spine in gold lettering: William Shakespeare. “Shakespeare,” you murmur, fingers slipping the book from its shelf and thumbing through the pages. “Now, this guy and I have been through some times together. He made my job easy in some ways.” You laugh, eyes drifting over the countless thoughts, stories, and dreams recorded in Shakespeare’s book. “And maybe harder in some others.”

“Oh, yes. Lord Morpheus paid a special visit to Shakespeare in his youth, inspiring two plays in particular. Lord Morpheus has been instrumental in the inspiration and success of playwrights, composers, writers, and other dreamers all throughout history.”

A small smile graces your lips as your fingers close Shakespeare’s record gently. Your mind ponders all the artists that you yourself have encountered throughout the years, so many of them inspired by love, both reciprocated and unrequited. Bach, Mozart, Austen, Goethe, and so many more. Perhaps you and the Dream Lord’s paths had crossed more times throughout history than you’d thought.

“As I said, Miss Love, my library holds all records of mortals from the dawn of time. Perhaps you should like to take a trip down memory lane with your own volu–”

“No.” The exclamation is out of your mouth before you can reign it back in. Your eyes snap to Lucienne, register the surprised look on her face. You hastily try to stamp down the rising panic in your chest, to smooth your strained expression into something more neutral. A weak laugh escapes you as you try to play off the outburst. “Ah, sorry, Lucienne, but that won’t be necessary. It’s impossible, in fact. I don’t recall my mortal name. I don’t recall anything about my mortal life, really. I lost all of that when I became what I am today.”

Liar.

Lucienne’s face softens, her dark eyebrows furrowing. “Oh, Miss Love, I’m terribly sorry. I did not mean to overstep–”

You raise your hands hastily, shaking your head. You can’t deny the guilt that gnaws at your heart in the wake of your dishonesty, but you press onward. “No, please don’t apologize. There’s really no need. You didn’t know.”

Just as you’re trying to find some avenue of conversation to change the subject, the towering doors to the throne room slowly creek open. Your attention turns, grasping the distraction like a lifeline. With Matthew perched on one cloaked shoulder, Morpheus sweeps through the doorway, walking past the many reading tables to approach you and Lucienne. As he draws nearer, you can’t help but notice the same distinct feeling you did during your first visit to the Dreaming. A hum against your skin, a whisper in the air, a pull in your chest. Having seen him in the Waking World and the Realm of Attachment now, you realize just how potent his presence is in the Dreaming. Some distant part of your mind absentmindedly wonders if you give off a similar presence in your own Realm.

When he comes to a stop a few steps away, Morpheus dips his head slightly in a polite welcome. “Greetings, Love, Deity of the Realm of Attachment,” he murmurs, his voice a rumbling timber in the expansive library. He lifts his head, blue eyes catching yours. “I trust that Lucienne made for excellent company while you waited.”

You nod earnestly, smiling brightly at Lucienne. Though she returns the gesture, you can still glimpse a lingering apology in her eyes. “Yes, thank you. Lucienne was just showing me around her library. It’s extraordinary.”

“Indeed.” With a gesture of his hand, Matthew lifts off Morpheus’s shoulder to land on a lamp by Lucienne. The Dream Lord takes a step closer to you, his long cloak sweeping the floor near your sneakers. “I regret to interrupt your exploration of the library, but we have much to accomplish before dark. It is time for us to go.”

“Alright, Dream Lord. Lead the way.”

Today, when you catch a glimmer in his eye, you’re not so sure it’s simply a trick of the light. “We shall take a shortcut today,” he says. In a flourish, he grabs the long tail of his black cloak and sweeps it over the two of you. As the fabric flutters around you, a gasp passes over your lips. Because you were right the other day - within the Dream Lord’s cloak lives an endless expanse of cosmos. Stars twinkle all around you in the midst of deep navy, a particularly dark ripple of space snaking through the sky above you. The Milky Way. The constellations glimmering around you feel close enough to touch.

Just as quickly as you found yourself in the midst of a night sky, you find yourself exiting it. As Morpheus’s cloak ripples around you, sunlight pierces through the darkness. When the night scene is swept away, you find yourself standing on the black sandy beaches of the Dreaming. The sky of Dream Country, so bright and blue during your last visit, is softer today. The sun peeks through the thinly overcast sky, casting the clouds in muted shades of warm gold. A gentle breeze slips over the waters surrounding the Dreaming, carrying the refreshing scent of saltwater to your nose.

“This is where you go to craft dreams and nightmares?” you ask, following Morpheus’s dark form as he leads you toward the shoreline. As you approach the water, the black sand becomes speckled with dark beachrock. Its surface is slick and uneven under your canvas sneakers, and you pointedly step around the rocks to keep from falling.

“It is.” Morpheus comes to a stop just before the sand transitions into beachrock entirely. You halt beside him. The waves lap up onto the shore, nearly close enough to lick the tips of your shoes. A glance downward reveals small shells in a variety of hues nestled into the nooks where the sand meets the beachrock, tiny flecks of color amidst the dark. A tan sand crab scuttles out of a pit in the rock, hustling up the beach toward the sand. You smile at the sight. “The solitude permits me to think uninterrupted, and I find that the vastness of the ocean puts me in a productive headspace for crafting.”

You nod thoughtfully as your eyes survey the waters. He’s right – standing here on the edge of everything, anything seems possible. “So, how do you start?”

The Dream Lord remains silent for a moment, his blue eyes trained on the shifting waves before you. Then, he murmurs, “It all starts with an idea.”

You consider making some kind of teasing quip, an “of course it does,” but pause. Instead, you say, “Tell me more.”

Morpheus tucks his chin between the lapels of his cloak, closing his eyes in contemplation. When he speaks, it’s with the voice of something ancient, a tradesman with eons of experience, a master of his craft. An Endless. “It all starts with an idea. What does humanity require? What may the Dreaming offer them? What shall prompt them to thrive, what shall prompt them to learn? Dreams are meant to bestow joy, fantasy, inspiration, and hope. They are a reprieve from the Waking World, a safe haven where weary humans find rest. Nightmares, too, are meant to serve humanity. Their function is to serve as a dark mirror that reflects a dreamer’s greatest fears back at them. Nightmares afford dreamers the opportunity to face these fears in the safety of my Realm, so that they may overcome them.”

You nod, soaking in this information thoughtfully. The idea that nightmares were meant to serve humanity rather than frighten them was something you had never considered before. “Do you create dreams and nightmares for each individual mortal?” you ask.

“On occasion. To do so for each individual human would require a considerable amount of time. More often, I craft a dream or nightmare with a particular function. To take a dreamer back to their childhood, to allow them to fulfill a fantasy…then, my creation may go to the dreamers and fulfill their function whilst tailoring it to that human’s lived experience.”

You mull over his explanation in silence for several minutes. As a deity whose work involves visiting each mortal individually, albeit not every day, you understand firsthand how time-consuming that can be. “Okay, so we’re creating a dream with a blanket purpose that can be individualized to different dreamers. What are you thinking?”

Morpheus raises his head. As a sea breeze ruffles his dark feather-like hair, he opens his eyes and turns to you. “You walk amongst humans daily. I should like your thoughts on the matter. What do you believe would bring them joy, reprieve?”

You blink, surprised. You had expected to be more of a passive observer today than an active participant in Morpheus’s work. Your mind quickly turns to the man from this morning. Fingers twitching for drink in his restless sleep. His family, his joy, ripped away by a vice. He must feel so alone. “Freedom,” you say. “Freedom from the vices and burdens that feed upon them. That impair their ability to be happy.”

“Freedom.” The word sounds foreign on Morpheus’s tongue. “Intriguing. I spoke with someone very recently who wished for the same thing.”

“Did they get it?”

“One might say so. Though not in the way he expected.” Morpheus dips his hand into his cloak pocket, procuring a palmful of sand. “But we shall give the humans what they desire. Freedom.”

He sweeps his arm outward, scattering sand all around you. Rather than dropping to the beach, the sands dance through the air, shifting and shimmering. The world beyond them blurs like a mirage. You blink quickly, disoriented. When you open your eyes, you are no longer standing on the beach. Instead, you’re standing in the center of a lush, rolling meadow in full bloom. Wildflowers form a sea around you, each color of the rainbow represented in a speckled tapestry. The grass stretches as far as you can see, and an endless blue sky yawns above your head. It’s beautiful.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind whips around you, sending your hair flying in all directions. It whirls around you again and again, giving you only a moment’s reprieve before it spins around you a final time. When it does, it spirals with enough gusto to lift you off your feet. Your laughter is bright and joyful as it rings over the field. Though the wind is a fantastical creature, you don’t find yourself startled or frightened. As it suspends you in the air and twirls you around, it seems almost playful.

At your side, Morpheus seems untouched by the childlike breeze. He lifts one pale hand slowly, palm facing upward. The very air around you seems to hum with life. “Freedom. A world without limitations, without burdens. Where one can feel weightless.” He closes his hand into a fist, then unfurls his fingers and guides his palm outward. Slowly, the scene around you shimmers and shifts. The glimmering sands around you follow Morpheus’s command to drift forward. They dance along his arm, around his fingers, gathering into a humanoid shape in front of you. The soles of your shoes gently return to the ground, burying themselves in beach sand once again as the meadow fades away.

A quiet gasp escapes you as you gaze at the dream taking shape before you. A collection of grass blades and petals flitting around on an invisible breeze, confined in a humanoid shape. You can see dandelion pappus gathering in two curved lines on the being’s face like fair eyelashes resting against a cheek. Chinese silver grass fans down its back like hair. “It’s beautiful,” you whisper.

“It will be some time before she comes to,” Morpheus says at your side. His blue eyes sweep over his creation, giving rapt attention to each detail. For the first time since you met him, there is a glimpse of gentleness on his normally stoic face. “Even dreams require rest.” After a few quiet minutes, he turns to you. “Do you have questions?”

Questions? What a ridiculous thing to ask. Of course you had questions. Your brain feels like a shaken beehive; all chaotic, curious energy with no sense of direction. There is so much that you want to know. The only coherent thought you’re able to form is, “You spend so much time inspiring others. What inspires you?”

Your question gives the Dream Lord pause. He looks down at you in silence. It suddenly occurs to you that maybe, just maybe, no one has ever asked him that question before. What inspires the one who spends all his time inspiring others?

After a long moment, Morpheus turns his gaze back to the dream in front of you. Delicate chaparral currant blooms have gathered to form soft pink lips on her gradually evolving face. “I came into existence with the first being that required rest,” he murmurs quietly. “I understand that without them, I would not have become, and cannot be. One day, when my sister brings this world to its conclusion and rest is no more, I, too, will be no more. Some of my siblings – Desire, Despair – feel that their purpose is to be served while we exist. I recognize that my function is to serve. But although I am Endless, I cannot simply do as I please. The universe craves balance, requires it. As you have a set of scales, I have my own, in a way.” He pauses, pink lips pursing. “There cannot be fantasy without fear. But I have found that both fantasy and fear alike have the capability to transform.”

Your mind races, turning his words over again and again, reading the lines between his sentences. “They gave you your life and function,” you whisper quietly. Your eyes search his face for some vulnerability, some emotion, but find none. “You want to return that gift. You want to serve them by helping them reach their potential.” His lack of response is an answer in its own way.

The two of you stand on the beach in silence for some time, lost in thought. When you finally speak again, the dream before you has sprouted two cirrus cloud wings. “So, what’s next? A nightmare?”

Morpheus gradually draws out of his reverie. “Yes,” he says slowly, voice low. “You were once human. Tell me, what do you fear?”

Though his voice is soft, the question rings loudly in your ears. Your head thrums with the pounding of your heartbeat as you turn your eye inward. Looking within yourself is something you strive not to do, self-reflection something you have pointedly ignored ever since . . . well, ever since everything happened. You had tried, of course, to ask yourself in the aftermath: Why? What could I have done differently? Pain was the only response that had echoed from the depths within you. A solitary existence was, in a way, both the cure and the contagion. Loneliness served as both a coat of armor and an endless provocation to look inward, only to find that which you did not want to see.

Your mind turns to Desire’s opposition, your conditional divinity, all that happened eons ago. You know he expects an answer. You know precisely the one to give. It feels as if there is a vice grip around your throat as you choke out, “Not being enough.”

For several long moments, the Dream Lord is incredibly still. Then, in silence, he raises one hand ever so slightly. The black grains of sand at your feet start to sway and shift, pulling away from you as if answering a silent call. You watch with bated breath as they gather slowly, building upwards into two feet, two legs, a torso, two arms, a face. At first, it’s merely a mask of churning sand. But then, a flash of color – an eye. Your eye.

As you recoil backward, a flash of white teeth gleam through the dark grains before retreating back within them. Other features start to emerge from within the sand; a nose, a cheek, pink lips. Within moments, the being in front of you has transformed its face into a flawless imitation of yours. Something primal within you rears its head in response. The nightmare’s lips draw into a smile, but not a friendly one. There is an unnatural tightness in its lips. This smile is small and cruel.

Morpheus’s words echo in your mind. Their function is to serve as a dark mirror that reflects a dreamer’s greatest fears back at them. Nightmares afford dreamers the opportunity to face these fears in the safety of my Realm, so that they may overcome them.

As you confront your own reflection, you find you only want to run.

. . .

The black sand makes for a soft cushion as you plop down with a long sigh. The beach, teaming throughout the afternoon with dreams and nightmares of all designs and forms, is now empty save for you and the Dream Lord. The dream of freedom that Morpheus created – Fawn, he named her – was the last to depart several minutes ago. Her cirrus cloud wings cut through the night sky like shooting stars as she flew away, off to deliver feelings of giddy weightlessness to the Waking World.

As you peer up at the twinkling blanket of stars above, you can’t help but wish that you’d meet her in your own rest tonight. That you could ride on her playful coattails, soaring through an endless field of green without a care in the world. But dreams and nightmares were not for immortal beings. No, you know what awaits you in your dreamless unconscious tonight. It makes you reluctant to return home, yearning to stay out just a little longer.

Despite your lack of need for sleep, you can’t deny that you do need to rest. A distinct cloud of mental fatigue hangs over your brain after the long day. You turn to Morpheus, who stands still beside you, staring up at the stars. “I can’t imagine being responsible for the dreams and nightmares of all mortals. Not just giving them a place to rest or grow, but crafting ideas to inspire them and help them progress as a society. Spurring the world on through artists, engineers, inventors . . . all of it. It must be incredibly taxing, especially after so many eons.”

Morpheus’s gaze tracks the path of a shooting star streaking overhead. The inky sky is reflected in his eyes, two pools of black with a glimmering star in each. “My function goes beyond dreams and nightmares,” he murmurs. He speaks purposefully, thoughtfully, handling his words with the same care with which he crafts dreams and nightmares. “I contain the entire collective unconscious of the universe. Such a function requires laws, boundaries, structure. To have one being preside over something so incomprehensible without these would result in nothing but chaos. It is a responsibility of considerable weight. One I am well-accustomed to bearing.”

You study him in silence. You can appreciate his dedication to his rules, his structure. You had your own to follow, and you had seen what happened when the boundaries of duties were overstepped, when power was taken advantage of. Rules provided safety, security. In the midst of a turbulent, ever-changing universe, they were reliable.

As you reflect on the day, you’re surprised to find yourself feeling calm and content. You had expected to feel anxious in Morpheus’s presence, to feel inadequate as a mere deity in the presence of an Endless. You’d expected to feel nervous about your next steps. But as you sit here reflecting, feeling the soft grit of the sand beneath your palms, you find that you’re excited about what’s to come.

“Well, perhaps I can help remove a little of that weight. Just a little bit,” you say with a small smile. With a grunt, you rise to your feet and pat the loose sand off your jeans. “So, when would you like to start this new undertaking of ours? I’m ready anytime.”

Morpheus slowly pulls his eyes away from the stars to look at you. He appraises you in silence for a moment, something you’re becoming quite accustomed to. When he raises his chin ever so slightly, your instinct tells you to anticipate a challenge. “Why not tonight?” he asks.

You return the gesture, offering him a bright grin. Grateful for an excuse to not go home yet. To avoid rest for just a little longer. “Why not?” you say. You sweep an arm outward, gaze drifting over the beach, the mountains, the ocean beside you. “Where do you want to start?”

“No, here will not suffice.” Your eyebrows furrow at his words. “For an undertaking such as this, we shall require a concentrated source of power to work from. For this, we must travel to the location where the veil between the Waking World and the Dreaming is at its thinnest.”

You nod slowly in understanding. “Alright, Dream Lord. Lead the way.”

Morpheus’s boots whisper through the dark sands as he steps closer. For the second time today, he sweeps the long tail of his cloak over the two of you.

And in the blink of an eye, you’re gone.

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[ladytemeraire]

An incomplete list of things I love about the original Lego Star Wars (Complete Saga):

Everything, the entire story, is told in pantomime. There are sound effects and little vocalizations, but no actual dialogue. It's honestly quite charming!

Commander battle droids take two shots to destroy instead of one. When your first attack hits, they make a very distinct "uh oh" noise.

The fact that blaster characters have melee attacks ranging from throwing punches & kicks (most male characters) to bitchslapping the enemy (most female characters) to jumping on your opponent and popping their arms off (Wookies).

The fact that JarJar is utterly useless for anything other than a high jump. Yes, it's annoying that you can't even fight back when playing as him, but it's also kind of hilariously in character.

The embryonic clones in the grow vats on Kamino are represented by a single 1x1 brick.

When Obi-Wan and Yoda go back to the Temple after Order 66 there's all this rubble and broken columns and things to put back together with the Force like it's a ruin from thousands of years ago and then it hits you: it didn't normally look like this. This isn't just the devs making it visually interesting to explore. It looks like it's in ruins because the 501st stormed it and razed everyone inside to the ground. Ow.

After you finish playing through Ep 3, if there's a clone trooper in the room in the cantina hub world, any Jedi present will react to him being in the room by walking around with their lightsabers fired up. They won't outright attack, but they're ready. Just in case.

(What makes this even worse is that if you haven't bought any extra unlocked characters beyond the ones you played in story mode, the only clone trooper in the room is Cody.)

Jedi and high-jump characters are the only ones that can truly double-jump. If you try to double-jump with certain characters like Han or Lando, you won't really get any extra height but you'll do kind of a cool tuck-and-roll forward. (Pre-Jedi Luke also does the tuck-and roll, but he stumbles a bit coming out of it, which is a neat little touch.) You can try it with stormtroopers but they just faceplant.

Ditto for the grappling hooks to swing from one area to another, or jumping off a ledge to a lower area. Luke and Leia do a pretty nifty three-point superhero landing. Han, bless his heart, is nowhere near as suave as he likes to pretend and lands on his face. Stormtroopers land on their butts and actually bounce a little.

At the very end of the Episode V Dagobah level (at least in story mode), you cannot lift the X-wing out of the water if you're playing as Luke even though by this point he has full Force powers. You have to switch over to Yoda to lift it up and complete the level. It's a very neat integration of film story and gameplay.

There are panels where you have to "be" a stormtrooper/Imperial to enter. Most Imps will salute or stand at attention to activate those panels. Darth Vader, on the other hand, will stand there and impatiently tap his foot, because how dare you keep a Sith Lord waiting.

You can also put a helmet on a character to disguise their way past these panels. This becomes hilarious when you see Chewie with a stormtrooper helmet cocked sideways on his head and not even remotely covering his face.

Disguised Han gives the panel a jaunty wave. Disguised Lando gives the panel a dramatic bow. Disguised Luke... stands on his tippy-toes to wave at the panel. Because he's a little short for a stormtrooper.

Speaking of Lando, if you get into melee range he'll happily kick and punch everyone in reach... except Leia. If you try to attack her, he'll stop dead in his tracks and pause to kiss her hand. This is very cute right up until the third time it gets you killed in a firefight because you can't stop it once he starts.

Beach troopers. Just... beach troopers.

Building a jukebox in Jabba's palace or barge to make any nearby Gamorreans start headbanging and playing their axes like guitars to a rock cover of the Imperial March.

A lot of the more serious moments tend to be undercut with comedic moments, because this is a lighthearted Lego game for kids, but Vader's death is played completely straight, and Luke placing a kiss on his forehead is honestly rather touching.

#Star Wars #Lego Star Wars

[enzogabriella]

Veneer x Aven quotes cause I love them

This Oc x Canon

Don’t judge me please 😅

Velvet: why are your tongues purple?

Veneer: well we had slushies, I had a red one, Aven had a blue one

Velvet: oh

…

Velvet: OH

Shallow: you guys dranked each other slushies?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Veneer *over the phone*: I hate you!

Aven: boy, I hate you too! You know what? We’re done I’m blocking your number

Shallow: bro what are you guys fighting about this time? You do this everyday!

Aven: well this is the last time, I’m done with him

Shallow: bro you told me that last week, and yesterday, your not leaving him!

Aven: well this is the last time, I’m not dealing with that anymore, I need a good man who’s gonna treat me right

Shallow: man, I wish you the best

*Aven’s phone rings* Aven: uh, hello?

Veneer: babe I’m sorry, I didn’t mean all of that, I miss you

Aven: babe I missed you too, you know I’m not going no where

Shallow: Nah, dudes never gonna learn

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Veneer: hey, did it hurt when you fell for me?

Aven: no, but me figuring out that you were faking your fame really did

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aven trying to confess: I..I..I…I

Veneer: j k l m n o p

Veneer: q r s t u v

Aven: w x y and z

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Veneer: your eyes reflect the light of flames so majestically, they remind me of the shining stars of night, makes me think of the unlimited love i feel towards you and your beautiful soul

Aven: Venner. The. Kitchen. Is. On. FIRE!!!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Veneer: I wanna wake up everyday with you for the rest of are lives

Aven: I wake up around 5:30 am

Veneer:

Veneer: I want to see you at some point everyday for the rest of are lives

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aven: please? For me?

Veneer: don’t do that

Aven: do what?

Veneer: You think everytime you say “Please? For me?” that I’ll do whatever you want, well, not this time

Aven: please? For me?

Veneer: fine

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aven about Veneer: He is my malewife and my babygirl. A two for one deal because he is my perfect pretty princess and also happens to be an entire ex teenage pop star

Shallow: what?-

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[hauntedpearl]

Doe Doe Doe!! For the fic directors commentary: I would love to hear your insight about this collection of lines from ttwoat

The path they cut through The Son's kingdom with silver ichor remains untrodden for too long. 

Somewhere, Balthazar screams as ephemeral claws tear through his left flank, adding to the cacophony, and Castiel shifts his form, turning serpentine, weaving towards his Brother.  

'We fall fast,' he prays to Heaven, splitting his sword in two, fending off a new wave of demons. 'We cannot hold the line for much longer.'

Revelation remains scarce. 

Castiel grows restless. 

They may have been 'canon fodder' to Zachariah, but he does not intend to die in the Pit.  

He does not intend to lose this battle. 

Or his garrison.  

For all the sin it harbors, Hell still has its rules —

A claimed soul would leave unscathed, as would the one laying the claim.  

And an angel's claim can kill a star. 

Or make one.

If you feel so inclined!! Ty <3333

hellooo vinny my dear!

okay SO. this whole sequence from ttwoat was actually super fun to write. I was mostly playing, but it also took me a ridiculous amount of time because there was this vision in my head and i just wanted it to be as close to it as possible.

A whole "battle" sequence was pretty heavily inspired by the fantasy stories i've read over the years. like i know im not good in any way yet, but i LOVE a good high fantasy magic battle, and it's a part of supernatural that often gets lost in the urban fantasy americana vibe of the show. So i really just wanted to play with it here. the intention was to invoke an image that's like part epic battle part abstract creature fantasy.

which.

that was also something i was thinking about. like we don't know anything about angel or demon trueforms, beyond the fact that humans cant see them. and they in some way reflect the divinity or the evil that these beings possess right. now im not christian, and i don't really know anything about christian mythology beyond the things in pop culture tbh so i decided to play with the idea of trueforms, pulling from this piecemeal knowledge of western mythology and just stuff i know from my own culture. (it's getting long so im putting the rest under the cut oop im so sorry!!!!)

so demons are more "monstrous" looking in the traditional sense and they're these masses with no definition and theyre hunger and teeth and claw and fire and smoke.

I had a little more fun with the angel trueforms. to start off, i wanted them to just be pure energy at their core. they're basically like stars in my head. just this dense ball of light and power, that's all an angel is to me. but you can't do battle with just a ball of light, because that's too abstract to serve the purposes of this action scene. and like they can't really have human vessels because this is a corporeal battle, but it's still a realm where human bodies cannot really survive. so i figured it could be like the angels are always in a false skin, unless it's like a very dire situation. this false skin is part of them, but it helps them channel their power in a way that's easier to direct and control. so like a scene like this where cas is able to point a sword - which is also part of his grace btw - at a demon

'We fall fast,' he prays to Heaven, splitting his sword in two, fending off a new wave of demons. 'We cannot hold the line for much longer.'

v/s the scene later in the fic where he just like breathes destruction when he's shed his false skin.

The very touch of his divine light is corrosive to the children of Lucifer. It is barely a battle, this time. The wave disappears in one burst — a single, blinding pulse of his grace that echoes off the walls of Hell.

you know? like this pure grace warfare is clearly more effective but it would just straight up decimate everything around it and that's like not helpful if you have people on your side also. also even this little pulse leaves cas "winded" which is like how i wanted to show that this is like a significantly taxing thing to do also and not sustainable for like a long battle.

and because it was fun, i decided that the false skin is pretty much malleable as long as the angel is in control, and not hurt too badly. which is why cas shapeshifts throughout the battle into a form that better serves him in the scuffle with his current opponent. i don't think i was thinking much beyond look they're like so powerful what's the point if they can't do cool shit! ( this is also why there's sword splitting. i just really liked the visual of the magic grace sword splitting in two because it's just. SO COOL. and im a sucker for a sick image!!!) despite all this, the stakes are still high, because the demons are just as powerful, or even if they're less powerful, they make up for it in numbers. and that like balances things out.

from a character perspective, this scene did a lot of heavylifting for me. like it's not the best done but ttwoat is mostly just a cas character study. it's about cas' ability for kindness and love, and his impulsive behaviours and his struggle to do the right thing, his justifications for choosing his paths, the inevitable fallout because he really DOES NOT THINK IT THROUGH. and like what this turns him into in the end, because he's almost too scared to reach for the things he wants because he's learned time and time again that his wants tend to result in terrible things. in the first section, raphael protects him in some capacity. here, there's no one around to do it. he is in fact responsible for other angels also.

i didn't do a lot of research for this fic because it was really just an impulsive writing thing, so i don't know if this is how military actually did battle, and if this makes any proper sense for someone who would know the mechanics of like warfare, but in MY HEAD, i was thinking this is sort of like how it is in the movies? like the armies send in their foot soldiers and then there's the cavalry, and the king's pretty much not joining the fray unless he absolutely has to. so that's what's heaven's doing here, essentially. they know where dean's soul is, and they could probably reach it if michael and raphael like came down from the heavens, but it's demeaning to fight a small battle with lower order demons? i guess? they're just sending in these garrisons before to basically just clear a path through the mess of hell. in this fic, uriel is fully right. they *are* canon fodder. they're just here until the next wave shows up and the one after that and so on until hell is retreating and michael can come pick his prize up.

and like they don't tell the angels this because they want no doubts and full devotion and they just expect them to do what it takes. if they beat the demons, great. if they die, well. they were gonna die in the apocalypse anyway. i don't think they're abandoned, i just think heaven is disinterested in their safety or in expending more than it has to at once. which is why when cas is getting worried about the overwhelming forces in battle and he prays, there's no answer. and the thing about cas is like. he is IMPATIENT.

Revelation remains scarce.  Castiel grows restless.  They may have been 'canon fodder' to Zachariah, but he does not intend to die in the Pit.   He does not intend to lose this battle.  Or his garrison.

he doesn't take well to being out of control, and he has terrible short sight, and he'll do anything for a cause he believes in. which in this case is saving his immediate garrison. and himself. mostly. he just does not want to die. it really is as simple as that in the moment. and he's willing to do god level stupid shit to avoid that one consequence. which is very cas of him honestly.

so he decides to just be like. well. why are we here? for the human soul right? fine. i'll go get it and we can stop this! (also i generally love the idea that cas was NOT supposed to be the one to reach dean. he just, like, did. because he made a stupid harebrained choice. <3)

also again. just love the idea that humans and angels are all just like very dense little balls of energy at their core. and this energy is something that can be corrosive to hell. so his in-moment justification for like, claiming a soul -- which in this fic, my idea was like, michael was supposed to claim dean's soul because then they'll be bonded and then the human body that'll be forged for dean will accept michael even better and like when it comes down to it, he'll be reinforced because of their bond etc etc like the profound bond is very much a thing that was supposed to be manufactured between dean and michael and cas was just like no. <3 i'll take that. <3 -- is basically that it is a huge exothermic reaction. and he thinks he can create enough of a break in the battle and enough destruction in hell in general for him and his garrison to retreat, AND they would also have dean with them it's a foolproof plan!

(except for the part where he isn't supposed to do that and he might not know that michael was planning on doing it for a reason like by being told about it but he's not stupid he's just choosing to ignore it because he's crazyyyyy love and light.)

and so he's like. well. let me go get the michael sword! and he falls in love!!! <33333

PS: added the bit about his form being serpentine, and also there is a small line later in the fic about him being the first angel to be so deep in hell only after lucifer because even though i don't talk about it all that much i am always thinking about the parallels between lucifer and cas' arc and it is all FASCINATING to me like he IS a little serpentine ykwimmmmmm

ooof okay omg this got so long im so sorry but it's so fun to talk about ttwoat!! thanks so much for the ask, hope you had a little fun with it too!! <333

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Seeing Stars Pt. 17

Eddie tries a manifestation ritual and it goes eerily well. Star is impressed and a little concerned with how connected they are. It leads to a very intimate encounter in Eddie's shower. Star is on a trauma-healing journey, researching how to help her overcome her past. Eddie offers a distraction, but she finds she's not as over the past as she thought.

TW/CW: NSFW: Sexual Content. Panic attack from PTSD flashbacks of SA/non-con (not described in detail) in the second part of the chapter. Then hurt/comfort. Shower sex. P in V unprotected, oral- m receiving, fingering, use of pet names (baby especially) romantic, loving, intense connective sex. Falling in love. Descriptions of meditation and visions. Magical connections.

Part 1 if you missed it!

Star sat on her bed, legs crossed and eyes closed. The dusk light came through the warm-toned curtains and washed the room in golden light. This was her favorite time to meditate. Incense burned and the smoke slithered up before dissipating into nothing. She stared at the swirling gray. A handmade clay burner caught the ash as it fell, landing into a bowl of salt. Star was distracted, the same thing kept popping into her mind as she tried to clear it. Eddie. She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose before trying again. She wore one of Eddie’s t-shirts, supremely soft and fitting her perfectly. His smell still lingered on the cotton and bloomed with every movement. She wore only the rose quartz pendant he gave her around her neck. She'd barely taken it off since he gave it to her. Her arms and hands were naked, and only Eddie’s gift hung around her neck, resting against her chest. And she wondered why she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He’s infiltrated her life in so many quiet ways she didn’t even notice it.

“Fine, we’ll meditate about Eddie.” She muttered, annoyed, at her altar. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, murmuring out “Eddie.” until he filled her brain. She could imagine him so clearly, his messy waves around a soft, handsome face. His eyes were bright and his smile wide as he laughed. He took a deep breath and looked serene. A hand ran through his hair as he said her name. Her smile was now a reflex involuntary where he was concerned. He closed his eyes, seemingly reclined back, and sighed.

“Star?” It was a question but she didn’t know how to answer. “Star.” A shift in tone, with nothing else added. He begins to look flushed, and a bit uncomfortable. He flinched his lip into a snarl, his shoulders shifting. His chin tilted back, a vein traceable on his neck as his hair fell away. He swallowed hard, brow low. He held an unknown tension in his body and she felt her chest flutter. She wanted to know what was wrong. She didn’t like it when he wasn’t happy. She couldn’t stand it. It hit her strong, a wave of desperation as she silently begged to help him. With a sharp inhale his eyes opened and met hers. He said her name again.

“What?” Slipped from between her lips in real life, calling out to the ether.

He looked confused at first, it quickly passed as his eyes went soft, a smile of the same description on his face.

“Oh, Star.” He sighed. “When are you gonna learn?” He looked away and sat back comfortably against the blackness of the inner mind's vision. “Can’t get you out of my head, either. I try sometimes. Do you try?” He seemed to talk to no one in particular with his closed eyes. “Can you when you do? I can’t.” His voice was breathy and light. “If you were here would I ask you? Would I tell you? Or would I just…” he groaned and bit his lip. It grabbed Star's sacred space and lit it on fire. She audibly moaned, her mouth fell open and it escaped her without warning. “God dammit I need you so bad.” He whispered. Heat rose in her throat, her heart picked up its pace. An out-of-place sigh left his chest. “What the hell am I even doing?” He seemed amused. “What was this supposed to do?” He ran a hand down his face and she saw he was dripping with water. “Do I do all this and think about you and you’ll just… appear? Come take away all my problems. You could. They’re all you.” He grinned. She didn’t feel any bad will towards her, only the deepening urge to connect to him. Her chest ached and she put a hand to it. She’d never felt this before. She’d never been in pain like this. She whimpered and he opened his eyes again. “Can you… can you feel it too? Can you feel me?” He asked, still looking away. She felt it again, electricity at first, a fuzz of static and dizziness that warped a lap in her skull and then walloped her in the chest, her heart hit her gut and all the blood rushed to her most intimate places. “God, Star you don’t even know do you?” The tiniest inkling in his voice felt like a knife in her chest. “You’ve gotta know, baby. I feel it. You’ve got to feel it.” He ground the word out through clenched teeth and she jolted her eyes open, hands slapping to the bed and a whimper falling out of her trembling lips. She looked down at her chest to make sure someone hadn’t stabbed her. She worried for a moment she was having a heart attack. “Star?” She heard his voice echo in her head and she held tight to the charm around her neck.

“Eddie?” She rasped out, looking in the direction of his trailer.

“Baby, come here.” Another groan and the gravel-filled words made her hips buck. She felt commanded. She threw her feet to the floor, sitting up and breathing heavily. Her eyes darted around looking for a divining tool. Her rocks were put away, but a die sat out, possibly left by Eddie on her bedside table. She smiled at the sight, the mere thought of him.

“Alright, we’ll play it your way. 1-20. No to Yes.” She whispered to it in her hands before she rolled it onto the bed. “Oh fuck off.” She swatted it off the bed. She stared it down, on the floor, showing a 20 again. “Fuck all the way off!” She said loudly, but she was already reaching for her keys. She could feel her guides laughing at her.

Eddie was in the shower, his head to the plastic built-in shower/tub wall. He sighed and let the water wash over his back, getting the last of the oils off his skin. He hung his mouth open to fountain out water and rub his face.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be so… involved in all this.” He grumbled and looked down at his twitching cock. “Should’ve known.” He rolled his eyes at himself. He made a noise of annoyance when he felt a heavy throb of blood rush into him, making his lips roll together and his eyes shut for a moment. He didn’t remember feeling this compulsively horny since puberty first hit him. “What is it, boy?” He asked and chuckled to himself. He rubbed his feet along the textured bottom of the tub, checking that it was no longer slick. Maybe he should just jerk off, he concluded. It’d been a few days and he was bursting at the seams it felt. Star had mentioned saving up his energy before doing spell work so he’d tried it. He didn't expect it to work. At all. And certainly not so immediately and literally. So when Star was the face that peeked from behind the bathroom door, he stared at her like he’d seen a ghost.

He knew the trailer was locked, so he wasn't immediately scared for his life when the door began to open. It could’ve only been two people, Wayne and Star were the only ones with keys. Explaining the plethora of pagan paraphernalia in the bathroom would’ve been a little awkward if it’d been Wayne. But Star's eyes went wide as soon as she saw it all. She knew he’d been doing something.

They stood in silence. Only the shower running filled the audial space, humidity taking up the rest with steam. A sliver of Eddie, dripping wet and naked, glistening and soft to the touch from the herbs and oils he’d just soaked in was visible from the peeled-back shower curtain. The longer they looked at each other, the more intense it felt. It was a confusing mix of excitement and worry. His cock jumped to break the tension, diverting his gaze for a moment. Her eyes went to it too.

“I-uh…” he began before looking back up at her, now standing in front of a closed door. His hands fidgeted in front of his chest giving away his worry.

“You were…” her voice was unnaturally breathy as if she’d worn herself out. “Holy shit.” She whispered, piecing together the potential of what could’ve just happened between them.

“Yeah.” He answered softly, it felt like she knew he had been thinking about her.

“Eddie.” Her tone shifted, she was so impressed, for many reasons. A smile grew on her face before behind hindered by a bitten lip. She started taking her clothes off without another word.

“Star?” He gawked and watched her reveal her soft body piece by piece. He said it so tenderly, in awe of her appearance both visually and emotionally.

She walked toward the tub and he pulled back the curtain with no second thought behind it. He stood with the shower head on his back, already soaked through and rivulets falling from his curls.

“You wanted me here?” She asked, the water lightly spraying off his body and onto hers. She put her hands to his chest, slowly splaying her fingers out over the pale expanse of it.

“You knew?” He already had the answer but this was too intense for him not to ask.

“I felt you.” A whispered and awe-struck answer he trembled at. “I saw you when I was meditating. ” She gazed up lovingly at him, overwhelmed by the many feelings she had about the situation at hand.

“You did?” His posture was relaxed under her touch, his head leaning into her to be closer.

“Yeah. I had to come see you. I… fuck.” She sighed and bit her lip. “Eddie… “ it was on the verge of a laugh of disbelief. “I’ve never had this happen before.” She shook her head and put her hands on his wet face. His lashes were black and long, dark eyes were framed with a flare. “I’ve never… felt so connected to someone before.” She confessed and the puppy eyes were back in full force. “I didn’t know I could channel someone”. She added desperately as he moved to wrap his body around hers.

“I didn’t either.” He confessed lips to lips. “I did the ritual bath like you said. I started thinking about what I wanted. I thought about you.”

“I saw your face, I could hear you.” She glimpsed away from his intense stare, she was feeling overwhelmed.

“You could-what now?” His heart kept to his throat for an instant. He dug through his mind for what he’d said like digging through a pile of dirty laundry for a single specific shirt.

“I heard you say my name. You said you were thinking about me. Then something about wanting me. You asked if I could feel you.” She looked back to find his eyes curious and searching. “And I could. It hurt. It was in my chest and my…” she looked down and he got her hint. “Like my heart and my pussy were on fire.” Her face was serious. “I called out to you when you said my name.”

“You did.” It wasn’t a question. He thought it was her voice floating around his mind like it always did.

“You called me baby.” The softness in her face made his heart thump. Her eyes were sweet and her smile sickeningly so. He was compelled to kiss her. He took her as softly and sweetly as the pet name was. “Something about the way you said it, though.” She dropped her voice to a whisper as if the thought escaped on accident.

“What was it?” He audibly gulped.

“It’s like I had no choice. I had to come to you. It was so intense.”

“It is.” He nodded, the tension cleaner in his voice. Had she felt that he loved her? She said it hurt and set her on fire. He didn’t know if that was good. He knew it hurt him to love her sometimes. He hadn’t meant to share that. He hadn’t meant to do any of this.

“I’ve never heard your voice so powerful before.” she shivered at the thought of the gritty growl. “It sounded so sweet at first. Calling me baby. So soft. The softest thing I’ve ever felt.” She sighed contently and touched his face with her fingertips. She nuzzled her nose to his chin as he loomed over her in his arms.

“Can I call you that?” He asked timidly. She blink as if she hadn’t considered it. It felt, intimate. It felt soft in a way she hadn’t experienced before. She didn’t understand why it made her feel small but she knew it felt good.

“Yeah.” She answered. He finally inhaled after unknowingly holding his breath for her response. “Yeah, you can.” She gave a small nod and he gave a small kiss in response. “I don’t-" she held her mouth open and hesitated. Her bangs were sticking to her forehead, her front now wet from being pressed against him. “I don’t know what it is but when you say certain things. Certain words. And sometimes they don’t do anything at all. But sometimes… sometimes they make me feel… deeply and I don’t understand it.”

“Like what?”

“When you called me baby. Baby, come here, you said. I made up my mind and I left. I didn’t think about it much at all. And I overthink everything.” She was feeding Eddie what he wanted to hear. Was he finally getting through to her? She was so close to understanding.

“I want you almost all the time.” He confessed, his nose brushing hers. “Do you like to hear me say it?” He tried to pinpoint what made her react so strongly. He wanted to duplicate it and bottle it and keep it to use forever.

“I do. I did. You were so raw when you said it. You didn’t know I could hear.” She smiled up at him. “It was so sexy it burned.” Her eyes narrowed as she said burned, feeling the heat between them again. Felt it in his eyes when he looked at her, despite the brown darkness it was like they flickered with an amber red at times like these.

“And baby?” He said with intention. Just like she’d told him to. He held her face, gentle and warm from the shower to hold her attention and study every micro-expression he caused. Baby was the winner. Her eyes were unfocused for a split second, and her chest rose and fell. “It’s baby, isn’t it? That’s the magic word.” He’s never used the word magic and meant it before. She looked at his mouth to watch him speak with rapt attention. She gulped, lips finally closing for her to nod ever so subtly. “Star. Baby.” The words were a spell as they left his full lips. They were inhaled by her and seeped inside to take over her figurative heart. “You feel it when I say it don’t you? Like you mentioned earlier?” He was a breath away from condescending but not quite there. He meant it but he also felt her sag against him and her chest stutter as he tried to see directly into her soul through her eyes. She could only nod in reply. He’d taken all thoughts out of her and let only him in their place.

“So much.” She whimpered out, her eyes giving away how overwhelmed she felt. “It’s…” she put her hand to her chest. Her brow furrowed for a moment. “It’s so much?” He knew the crack in her voice, he’d felt it when he realized he was falling for her. She was still confused. He saw the hesitation and concern in her eyes.

“It’s supposed to be, baby.” He soothed her, bringing his mouth to hers to capture the moment and keep it pure. She whined into his mouth, he kept her against him with lean, tattooed arms. At first, she submitted too much, taking a moment to be dazed by him. They kissed like waves washing up on shore. Steady, calm, some splash and a brief pause between rhythmic beats.

Star was dizzy, she didn’t know how he was so powerful. She felt weak in his arms but he made it feel so damn good she didn’t have it in her to want it to stop. She wanted to know what gave him this ability and how she could get it. She was envious of him, making her feel something she never had before. She didn’t know how he did it but she wanted more. She surged forward, the initial overwhelm surpassed by the hunger for more. The rest of her body soon matched his with a sheen of water across it from his hands roaming trying every way they could to pull her close. He pushed her against the wall of the shower, a gasp at the cold to her back before it was taken away by his hands. She put her leg around him, painted toes, still a happy bright yellow despite it being winter, rest on the back of his knee to give her some semblance of balance.

“Do you feel it too?” she asked, his face buried in her neck, all components of a kiss gnashing and lapping at her throat. His lips trailed to her ear, ghosting over the conch-like folds to send intention to her again.

“I feel it.” he nodded, seeing her eyes closed and focused with her nose wrinkled as he looked at her face. Kisses that had no business being so light and tender walked along her neck to her jaw. Instead of engulfing her pinked lips, he kissed her cheek, seeing her face soften. He followed it with a delicate touch to her temple, a content hum left her as the smallest pressure of his lips was enough to move her head. He kissed her eyelids, watching the pained position her muscles fell into melt away. “Does it still hurt?” he whispered as his hands kept her steady and warm, firm against the give of her skin.

“No.” she exhaled, her face serene. He kissed her cheek and a smile graced his sight. “It feels good now.” her chin lifted with the happy news, and wet lashes that felt heavy fluttered open to find him watching her. “You always feel so good, Eddie.” she sighed after a deep inhale. Their lips met again, waves crashing. Their hands grew bolder, Star's grasping at his back, moving to his ass and thighs before she gave a slow caress of his hard cock pressed between their bodies. The instant she touched him, his hand dipped between her legs, giving in to the burn they both felt. He’d managed to not grope away at her chest, although the same couldn’t be said for her hips and ass. The passing touches, the firm fingertips across her nipples even in passing were enough to stoke the fire inside her. It had never taken much for him to do so, had it?

She instinctually reached for his crown of curls, her hand grasped at nothing, almost laughing when she realized it was as soaked as she was. She settled on petting him instead. He moved her leg, placing her foot on the edge of the tub for leverage, opening her up to him. He didn’t know how she managed to get her hair so soft. It was a frictionless cushion as it submitted to his fingers as they slid into the hot recesses of her body. Without trying his fingers found her clit, a throbbing beacon that supported her claims of fire and burning inside.

He pulled his body from hers, causing her hands to grasp around his length to keep him close. He angled his shoulders to get a better curve for his fingers to dip inside her. Her head fell back to the wall, her hand now lazily stroking his cock. He kept his face close, kissing the corners of her mouth as she let it fall open to get enough air to keep up with the rising beat of her heart.

“It feels a bit redundant to say I can feel how wet I am seeing as we’re in the shower but it doesn’t make it any less true.” a breathy giggle left her mouth that made him smile against her cheek.

“Can you hear it?” he asked into her ear, his fingers moving faster, a smack of skin to skin as he hooked in and made her gasp.

“Mmm Hmm.” she nodded, her mouth rolled together tight. “F-feel it too.” she stuttered out, her eyes opening to seek his out, looking up and presenting him the same kitten-wide stare she’d been giving him more and more as of late.

“Taste it too,” he murmured, lifting his sticky fingers to her lips where she eagerly took them into her mouth, her hand tightening around his cock and letting the groan that had been building in his chest escape. He slowly slid them out of her mouth, tips dancing on her lips as he joined his tongue with hers as she lapped away at his fingers. A moan left them both, her feeling the visceral reaction to his fingers, and his at the sight of her open-mouthed and hungry for whatever he gave her. Sliding into a deep kiss, wide mouths pressed together and tongues lavishing one another in the dark confines. He took her arm and put it around his neck, she followed it with her other quickly, feeling him take himself into his hand to dip his hips. She rose to her tiptoes, using his lean body as leverage, easing him in notching their bodies together. Her ankles wobbled, giving as he bottomed out, his dark nest of hair meshed to hers, the pressure of his hips against her swollen clit making her take him in even deeper at the few inches of height she’d lost. The stomach wiggling and the chest fluttering wasn’t the only new feeling for Star. She’d never had sex this way before, or even in a shower. She would’ve done it sooner if she’d known how the way he moved his body against hers would stimulate her clit so well.

It grew hot fast, the steam-filled air symbolic of the friction between them. He towered over her, making her feel small in a delicious way she’d never felt before. He tilted his hips more than pounded them. Her body rose with every thrust, taking him in as far as she could, and it still wasn’t enough. Their kisses turned desperate, sounds escaping with every push and pull, mouths linked together but unable to keep the promise of kissing. He felt as if he couldn’t get close enough to her, couldn’t bury himself deep enough inside her. He couldn’t part from her lovely lips, he needed to breathe her in, keep her close and devour every sound that left them. Her usual lusty, indulgent sounds were delicate and scared, almost pained. What they lacked in the usual dirty talk or growls they made up for in honesty and emotion. He kept his pace steady, dragging his body along hers, trying to touch every erogenous zone he knew of to give her everything she needed. A choked sob, a trembling lip now told him more in the intimate way he knew her than any words could.

“I know baby, I know.” he pressed his forehead to hers, taking control to give her gripping kisses as she cried out. She stuttered, her voice cracked, her throat tight and her body burning as she came. Each wave of it rolled over her with each push into her. It was not like Star to lose herself so willingly. She knew his arms here shaking, holding her weight up as she went limp. But she knew he’d keep her from harm. She shouted out as she inhaled, coming up from drowning in everything about him. She tried to steady herself with her hands on the shower wall, but she was still so fuzzy, her brain made of static she didn’t realize she knocked his arms away from her as she slid down the wall, the slick palms of Eddie gaining no grip as he slapped to keep her from the shower floor. She looked around, eyes no longer lolling in their sockets. She started to laugh, her whole face and body giving into it quickly, hunching in on herself before looking up at him. “You okay?” he asked with a bright smile, the feeling of hot tears prickling the backs of his eyes at the sight of her soaked and shaking from orgasm and laughter. His chest ached again with a gentle loving burn. Another moment he’d remember for the rest of his life and he was in it. He loved her so much.

“I’m too good.” she pushed her wet waves out of her face and tittered again, cheeks flushed. She grabbed the edge of the tub, legs wobbly like a newborn foal. “OOP!” she squeaked as they slid involuntarily and he joined in on the laughter now.

“You need help?”

“Most definitely but I can manage this.” she joked with her cheeks making her eyes almost disappear with her happy smile. “I only needed to get here.” she smacked her thighs as she sat back on her feet. “C’mere.” she gave him a playful wrinkle of her nose and pulled him toward her by the backs of his thighs. “This is what I want.” she cooed, eyes bright before disappearing behind her lids as she kissed his thighs. Her hands weren’t gentle, nails sinking into his thighs and ass, the usual soft fuzz now slick from the water running down his body. She used his body as leverage to pull herself to him, his cock bouncing off her nose as she giggled and nipped at him before deciding where to aim first. As always he was compelled to tell her she didn’t have to, a reaction he always had. And her answer was always that she wanted to. So he didn’t tell her this time, he watched her eyes bright and half-lidded, deep moans from the satisfaction of an orgasm as she kissed her way to his balls. With a hungry soft sound, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed him. He grabbed for the handle built into the shower wall to steady himself with a soft swear under his breath. She wiggled her hips like some happy puppy and shook her face deep between his thighs, pushing them apart to get into places no one else had been before. He smelled of the oils he’s soaked in, his skin impossibly soft. She lapped and hummed in the soft flesh parts of him and he let out a high-pitched whine. Kissing her way up she found him still coated in her, precum, a cherry on top of his pulsing cock that glistened in the light from the tiny window above the shower. She met his eye purposely, her tongue one long line up the underside of him, torturously slow, waiting for him to look at her. Only then did she gently suckle at his head, showing how much she enjoyed it.

“I love it when I can taste both of us like this,” she confessed, her hand wrapping around the base of him to aim him into her mouth. His hand that had been ahold of the handle moved to the side of her head lovingly. His other reached high, holding the shower curtain bar. It stretched him out so delectably her eyes rolled back, his slender waist to sturdy shoulder ratio expanding to make him look like some greek god come down to gift her with his visage. His hair was black, like his eyes against the shining pale of his skin. His tattoos were so stark, standing out to remind her of the stories behind each and how he just wouldn’t seem like Eddie without them. She slid him into her mouth as his hand shook, trying to be affectionate amidst the borderline obscenity happening in front of him and cup her cheek. But Star was too focused on the pleasure she could derive from pleasing him. It had been new, a surprise to her when they’d first gotten together. But he was so responsive, so giving in all other times she wanted to let him focus on himself and feel as good as he made her feel. She knew how to touch him. Two hands, a slight twist, took him down as far as she could and let her tongue bathe him all the while. He fell apart so quickly that he was embarrassed. He was panting, his hand twitching in her hair. Anytime he’d let his masculine light moans grace her ears she repaid him with one as enthusiastic and feminine in return.

"It’s been days.” he gritted out. “I’m gonna cum soon.” he sounded so pitiful, twitching in her mouth as he confessed.

“You promise?” she pulled off him with a wonderfully nasty gasp and pop. Spit stuck to her lips as she panted for breath, keeping them connected even after they parted.

He groaned and buried his face into the crook of his raised arm.

“Where do you wanna cum?” she asked, hands still stroking him, lips kissing at his firm and cushiony tip.

“Wha-where?” he asked confused. For the sake of a mess, Star had always gulped him right up.

“We’re in the shower. You can make a mess of me if you want.” she offered with her big eyes watching his every move. She saw the thoughts move across his face as if he were processing. “You want to cum on my tits?” she asked with a giggle and his eyes screwed shut, a whine leaving him as his hips bucked. “Or what about my face?”

“You’re fa-? Fuuuck.” he lamented into the echo of the shower.

“You gotta tell me, pretty boy? Where do you wanna mark me?” she was enjoying herself too much, seeing him a groveling mess above her. The idea of marking her was something they both knew he was into. “It’s my face, isn’t it? You wanna see me painted up all pretty with your cum?”

“Fuck, baby.” he whimpered as if she were making fun of him and she took him back into her mouth.

“Hmmm?” she asked for clarification through a hum while he was down her throat.

“Yes. Please.” he panted out, his face turning back to her. “I wanna see it.” he whispered, a hand holding her by the jaw to hold her face up to him so he didn’t miss an inch of it. “Let me, baby, here.” he took himself into his hand, knowing he was close. He put his hand on the shower wall behind her, really leaning over her to aim.

“You look so fucking good stroking your cock over me like this.” she dotted kisses to his leaking head, timing them to his strokes.

“M’gonna cum.” he whined. She held her tits up, jutted out her chin proudly, and opened her mouth. The sight was enough to finish him off. She caught the first bit on her tongue and closed her mouth, humming and biting her lip. She shut her eyes and moved slightly so he’d hit other parts of her face. He was almost scorching hot against her face in spurts. A few days might’ve been an understatement with how he painted her. She felt it hit her hair, her chest, running down her throat as she giggled and wiggled her hips excitedly, knowing he was enjoying the process. She felt him land against her face, fat and warm as she hummed and kissed his twitching cock.

“You didn’t even hit my eyes. You’ve done this before.” she giggled and batted her wet lashes at him. She was admittedly wet again from his sights and sounds, considering another round or having him use his gifted hands on her. But a familiar sound, a squeaking slip after he moved his hand to his face to rub it as if he were making sure he wasn’t dreaming. He shouted as he slipped, Star moving back to catch him.

“Ow, fuck.” he laughed, now on top of her, one of her legs out of the side of the tub and him on his knees, chest pressed against hers.

“We’re gonna die in this shower.” she snorted out, her arm wrapped around him. He took his washcloth off the handle in the shower, wiping off her face as she gave him an odd smile.

“I’d say sorry about this but… I’m not.” he wiped her down and tossed the cloth back behind him. He kissed her chest as she laughed.

“You shouldn’t be. That was fun.” she shook her head, him awkwardly scooting in their tangle of limbs to kiss her. “I mean, more than fun. It was amazing. That position was almost worth breaking a leg. You were on my clit so good.” she cooed and sighed, her hand on his head as he kissed adoringly on her neck and jaw.

“My legs were cramping like a mother fucker.” he admitted and they fell into another round of laughs. She felt that feeling in her chest again, laying like sprawled rag dolls in his shower tub, soaked and sticky and content in their afterglow. It was so silly, both having fallen, both awkward and still enjoying every second of it. He looked down at her, and she up at him. They both felt it in their chests again simultaneously. Again Star felt an odd pang of jealousy. How could he have done this, made her feel this new connection? She’d been practicing for years and he tries it on a whim and connects with her so strongly she was still worried she might be dreaming. A tender kiss, a shared laugh of embarrassment, and pure joy cross between their lips. She let the warm honey feeling move outwardly from her chest, full of wonder and a smidge of concern. She wanted to know what it was about him that made him able to do this. She didn’t think there were emotions left to experience after all she’d been through. She was so close to figuring it out. She just had no idea.

-

Star was neck-deep in sexual trauma theory. What started as a new years resolution, which she was already annoyed by going by the Gregorian calendar, had taken her to the library to try to find some women-based reading. She’d gotten a funny look when she asked the librarian where she might find some good books written by women on feminism. At that moment she missed Chicago. The librarian there had been a lovely lesbian that would talk her ears off about women’s rights if you’d let her. But here, the not old woman looked at her like she had two heads. At this point, with $5 in the hole for photocopies of medical and psychology journal studies, she felt like she had three heads with the amount of knowledge she was cramming in. She wanted to dive into her past, her cards telling her that was where she needed to focus her healing. So she obliged them, and now she was torn between flashbacks of her ex, her chronic bad decisions since she was a tween, and the current evolution of herself. She was thankful to have made so much progress, but the way she would get a flutter in her chest every time a case study hit a little too close to home, a domestic violence instance, grief, sexual assault, it all made the scar on her head hurt to think about. It brought up things she wanted to forget but knew she couldn’t. She felt tired. She remained, however, grateful for the present. She decided to smoke and take a break, needing a distraction.

Eddie made his way with unburdened steps into Star’s trailer. She looked up from her nest of papers on her bed, glasses on and her hair twirled up with a pencil in it. She blinked a few times, looking up over her glasses at him as if he’d interrupted.

“Sorry I was looking for Star's place, I didn’t know this was the library.” He bonked his forehead dramatically and he got a smile out of her. All was right in the world.

“Funny you mention that. I did go to the library today.” She tabbed the paper she was reading, a stack of many bound together by staples, clips, and rubber bands. A few books with their shiny library covers joined the controlled mess on her bed.

“Really?” He said surprised. He recall a time she’d told him she’d gone there before. “What'd you get?” She scooted to the edge of the bed, her oversized cardigan riding up her hips before she stood and handed Eddie a book.

“It started with this.” She began sorting and piling the stacks of papers onto the kitchen table.

“The Female Eunuch?” He winced at the title.

“I was trying to find something feminist.”

“This sounds the exact opposite.”

“It’s not, which is interesting,” she shrugged and dug the pencil out of her hair. “I have this book touting to go forth and fuck! Live your life for only you and follow your pussy and what it wants! THEN.” She rolls her eyes shaking a stack of photocopies. “There are all these studies on trauma and how you can’t trust yourself and everything is a trauma response and that using your sexuality can be a coping mechanism to cover fear and I -“ she stopped and took a deep breath, removing the glasses she wore only to read. Only Eddie knew she had them and he relished in that fact, loving her in them anytime he saw them. She’d needed them after the head injury. Rubbing the bridge of her nose she turned back toward Eddie who had sat the book down as if it bite him. “You think you know yourself. And then someone with a Ph.D. tells you differently.” She rolled her eyes.

“What brought this on?” He stepped closer, a bit hesitant, her mood not welcoming but also not turning him away.

“New Year New Me.” She curtsies satirically. “What is it that always brings this stuff on?”

“Therapy.” He nodded now understanding.

“Bingo.” She pointed out to bop his nose. “I go looking for empowerment and get called a slut.” She laughed.

“Did someone call you that?” She saw his protective haunches rise and she gave him a much sweeter smile as she mushed his cheeks with her palms.

“No sweet pea, I mean the books.” He looks at the book he sat on the counter and flipped it off. “That’ll show 'em” Star laughed.

“You’re just a book. You don’t even have a brain. You don’t know shit.” He said loudly, bending at the waist with enthusiasm as Star was taken by another laugh.

“I think that’s the last we’ll be hearing from them.” She leaned in to put her arms around his neck. “My hero.” She bat her lashes as he flexed his arms.

“You need someone to insult inanimate objects? I’m your man.” A cocky nod and wink made her giggle a kiss on his cheek. “Doesn’t matter what some book says anyway.” He moved to pull her against him, both content and calm as they spoke with barely inches between them. “What do you think?”

“About?”

“What the books and papers are telling you.” He nodded over the stack before returning his eyes to her. She took a deep breath before responding.

“I thought I just liked sex. It feels good. I don’t go out and do it impulsively anymore. You know, no drugs or shady situations.” He cocked an eyebrow up at her. “Weed doesn’t count.” She wrinkled her nose playfully at him.

“Oh right sorry, forgot.” He grinned.

“It’s not dangerous anymore. It’s not something I dread or hate or avoid. It’s… just sex ya know?”

Eddie felt a little wounded. Sure that was what he’d agreed on months ago but he is now a compulsive liar by her therapy standards. Sex with her never felt like just sex.

“I dunno, I think there’s more to it than, just sex.” He gave a little shrug.

“Well now yeah.” She added quickly. “It is much more fun when it’s with someone you trust and care about. So yeah, you’re right. I mean in comparison to where I was. It was used against me for years so I took back my power and just- went nuts again like I was 13 again.”

“13?” He asked a touch mortified.

“Yeah, I had a fake ID and was going to clubs and stuff.” She said it so casually. “I had curves at 12. Puberty hit me like a truck. And early.” She chuckled. “Mom had just passed and I went wild for a bit. Without her there to take care of me or give me advice I ran to the wrong crowd and I was another after-school special.” She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but that explains a lot.”

“It does doesn’t it?” She laughed. “I know I was too young now. Which is why I get so protective over the kids. I don’t want them to have to learn everything little thing the hard way.”

“You’re a good role model.” He said comfortingly.

“You think so?” She was surprised

“You’re not talking out of your ass about things. You did it, you fucked up and you moved forward. That’s all anyone can do in life.”

“So simple and so sage.” She smiled warmly at him, a chaste kiss of appreciation to his lips. “When did you start having sex?” She asked curiously.

“I can say I was trying since 13.” He laughed and buried his head into her shoulder.

“C’mon. I’m not gonna make fun of you. You’re not old and I wasn’t your first so it can’t be bad.” She mushed her head to his and squeezed him.

“18.” He mumbled into her shoulder. “This older girl had already graduated. Fucked me for my birthday.” He chuckled, pulling back and his cheeks were blushing. “Then I didn’t care about it as much. And since I was 18 I could do whatever the fuck I wanted so going to shows I fucked around some. That’s mostly it. Some hand-and-mouth stuff at… 16? Some girl that I’d known forever. Neither of us had any game so we practiced on each other.”

“That old chestnut.” She snorted,

“Yep, Eddie’s the dirty little secret.” he sighed. “She got tits over the summer and after that, she never spoke to me again. Dudes we’re all over her after that.”

“When my tits come in I won’t ditch you.” Star failed at holding in a giggle.

“You gonna get more?” He reached up and squeezed her chest and she delighted him with a laugh, putting her hands over his.

“They’re fine.” She shrugged. “Who needs tits when you’ve got an ass like mine anyway?” She said with a more serious tone but still joking expression.

“I can’t agree or disagree because I can get slapped either way.”

“You could say nothing and grab both?” She offered, taking her hands off his to let him choose. With one hand staying in place and the other going for her meaty cheek he leaned and kissed her. They laughed through it at first as he wobbled her cheek and squeezed away like she was a stress toy. He walked to her the bed, her willingly drawing him back before he threw his jacket and kicked off his shoes. His hands grabbed her roughly, both hands firm on her ass before giving one side a jolting spank then the other.

“Does it make me a bad feminist to like this?” She giggled as his kisses started to travel to her jaw.

“Mmmph no.” He shook his head. “Makes you a woman who knows what she likes.” He growled playfully and bit her neck. She hummed contently and turned to get on the bed on her knees. She pulled him toward her by his belt loop and a cocky smile sat on his handsome face. “You are the portrait of feminism aren’t you?” He smirked, letting her knock his knees against the side of the bed. She raised to kiss him, trying to pull him down onto the bed. Instead, he crawled on his knees, gaining more and more leverage over her until her feet kicked out in their knee-high socks and she landed on her back.

He raised over her, his hands holding him up at arm's length. His hair shook as he smiled and ran a finger down the v-neck of her sweater, farther down to tickle her thigh. He heard her make a small sound, tensing her thighs together. He leaned down to kiss her knees, hands moving her legs apart to settle between them.

Star lay on her back, feeling Eddie between her legs and getting the oddest sensation in her chest. This wasn’t like the scary but good one. This wasn’t the magic one. Before she realized what he was doing he had her legs spread and his hips between them, pulling her to cozy up their hips to one another.

“You do what you want.” He said supportively, kissing her ankle.

Star suddenly felt small. Too small. Bad small. He looked so broad, so intimidating towering over her when she was on her back. The kisses eased the way her heart started to quicken, she felt sweat start to form on her skin. The words of her ex were a ghostly whisper in her head. ‘You think you can do what you want.’ Overtook the sweet playful nature of Eddie. Her chest tightened.

He kissed down her legs, loud adoring smooches, a single one pressed to her cotton-covered center. She didn’t mewl and pull his head into her like usual. But he didn’t find it that odd, her hands were on his shoulders after all.

Star's muscles tightened, and she felt compelled to push Eddie away, fighting with herself that he wasn't Bobby and he wasn’t hurting her. But the closer he got to hovering over her completely, each kiss up her chest made her gasp with the signs of a panic attack. Poor Eddie thought she was simply into it. He was, she always had been, why would she not be?

“You say what you want.” He added, another bullet point in his supportive list of things that made her a good feminist.

‘You think you can run your fucking mouth.’ Is what Star heard, Bobby’s voice in her head as she gritted her teeth together. Eddie reached her throat and found it clammy and cold, her pulse too fast when he kissed her throat. He raised and that's when she broke.

Star whimpered, the first filled with only fear and pain he’d heard from her. Eddie's face went pale, putting his hand on her face to comfort her.

“Hey, hey, baby what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” He begged, Trying to comfort her by wrapping her up in his arms beneath her. Unfortunately for both of them, that was the wrong move. He felt her cry and her hands shake as they pushed against him. He immediately backed away, keeping his hands on her as she scrambled to the head of the bed like a frightened animal. She looked cornered, her eyes apologizing as she stuttered and tried to speak.

“P-panic.” She tapped her chest and Eddie slid in, knowing how to help now. He counted breaths, blew on her face, and fanned her until she stopped shaking. He didn’t ask anything until she spoke first. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, her bangs sticking to her forehead from sweat.

“No, no apologizing sweetheart these things happen.”

“It wasn’t you, I’m sorry.” She said again and he sat against the wall, patting his chest to offer it to her. She snuggled herself against him, her ear to his chest without hesitation.

“Take your time, it’s fine.” He stroked her hair and rubbed her back.

“We’ve never-you’ve never been on top like that before.” She spoke quietly, but there was no reason not to.

“No, we haven’t have we?” He hadn’t even realized.

“This is going to sound so stupid.” She pushed her face into his chest and he pulled her in closer, kissing her head.

“You know it’s not. You know I wouldn’t say that. You’re just having a moment. It’s not stupid.”

“He-“ she began and it was a man so infamous that he’d never even met he knew exactly who she meant. “He would only… have sex with me like that. He would-.”

“Say no more, sweetie. I understand. I get it.” He nodded and frowned. “I’d say I can imagine but I can’t.” He admitted. Eddie didn’t know what to say. So he went with “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t know I'd react like that. I’m sorry. I thought I was past it.”

“Shhhh.” He rocked her slightly, stroking back her hair. “I don’t blame you. That reaction makes sense after that. I didn’t know anything about that I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t want him in my head anymore. I’m so tired.” She yawned on cue. “He doesn’t deserve to take up space in my head. And keep me from doing things I want to.”

“You’re right.” He wholeheartedly agreed. She could feel him nod.

“I’ll be fine. Eventually. I just need a little time. I’ll need to work this out.”

“Good. Take your time, honey. Whatever you want to do or not do is fine with me.”

“Thank you.” She nuzzled her face into his chest again. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you either.” He said it in earnest but it made her smile.

“Do I feel a smile?” He looked down to see her face and she offered it up to him.

“Yeah.” She rasped out, barely a word. “He never made me do that.” She huffed out an awkward laugh at the dark humor of it. “But you can.” A soft sleepy smile gazed up at him, wholesome as could be. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her with a sound of strain to break the tension.

“I’ll keep doing it then.”

“Please do.” She yawned.

“I’ll switch on the tv and you can nap. You deserve it. Sound good?” He picked the remote up off her bedside table.

She simply nodded, her body tired from the attack, but in an exhausted calm knowing she was safe now. She had someone who would let her be human and mess up and still hold her and keep her safe. She could fall asleep with that simple fact alone.

PART 18

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I’m annoyed so excuse this rant about toxic k-pop fandoms and apologies in advance for my rambling:

I’m so sick of solo stans and delusional fans. You ruin the fandom. (And I don’t mean people who support their bias)

Two recent examples completely prove my point about fans needed to grow the fuck up:

1. Bang Chan saying he can’t do Chan’s Room anymore. We don’t know if the company canceled it. Maybe they did and it would be fans fault. He made one passing comment about younger groups not doing proper greetings and fans started analyzing every interaction he’s had with other idols. Then you made up your own narratives and starting calling out other fandoms and groups. How do you think antis and other fandoms got involved? Because you started a fucking fire with no proof. I’d venture to say he needs protecting from fans delusional narratives more than he needs it from antis.

Or maybe when he said he can’t do it anymore it’s because he’s busy. Two comebacks in one year? With him at least touching every track? A tour? A rise in popularity that has lead to brand deals and interviews and festivals? He’s got to be physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. Every week he’s in a different country. Give the man a fucking break to breathe. I understand you love Chan’s Room, I did too, but he’s human and as much as you love that connection, we don’t actually know him or what he’s going through.

2. The BTS header being changed from V’s album to JK’s single. This one blows my mind. Solo stans seem to think the company is out to get V? Like they have a personal vendetta against him. Stupid. You think they’re under the company’s thumb and have no control over their lives/music?

First of all, do you think the other boys would stand for that? You think that RM, who had the power to shut down the company’s idea to get involved in NFTs, would stand for that kind of treatment towards one of his members? And it is a business as much as you hate it. Those boys have to be major shareholders/stockholders in that company. They aren’t going to fucking leave. BTS brings in money, so the company makes money, so BTS makes MORE money off of stocks/shares. The company isn’t going to alienate their star money makers.

Second, they’re on the fucking clock. Time is ticking until all these boys have to enlist so they don’t necessarily have the luxury to spread the releases out. They’re jamming in as much as they can, while they can. It would be nice if V got more time before the next member releases something sure, but V even admitted to scrapping the whole album and starting over. It’s not like it’s been sitting around ready waiting for release and the company said “fuck you we’re going to hold off and only release it during the end of the year rush.”

These idols show an insane amount of their lives to us but you seem to forget that you don’t actually fucking know them. Of course they adore their fans, but your insane need to over involve yourself like you know what they’re thinking just creates a toxic environment for other fans and for the idols themselves.

Get over yourselves.

#bts #bts army #kim taehyung #stray kids #stay #bang chan #kpop #toxic fandom #kim namjoon #jyp skz #chan’s room #layover