#what if we kissed in the Mariana Trench?

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Fanart of shots from my fic. I’m just barely participating in mermay with this one I think

(Eddie’s based on a pacific blackdragon btw)

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #mermaids #!! #au #what if we kissed in the Mariana Trench? #and we’re both boys? #haha jk #…..unless? #I learned that black dragons were nearly vantablack and got a bit abnormal about them #described in alt text

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What We Are Now

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader (Unspecified Hogwarts House/Post Hogwarts)

Word Count: 3.2k

Content Warnings: Feelings of guilt, remorse, some angst

Summary:

His hand trembled as it rested on the boat’s wall as he overlooked the sea. If he thought about it, he could still feel her fingers tracing over his knuckles—he could pretend the breeze was her fingers, brushing his hair to the side.

He could imagine the salt in the air was the taste of her tears, the taste of the one kiss they had shared.

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Sebastian Sallow went to America for a year in hopes to find a cure for Anne. As he returns home, he faces the possibility of seeing the girl he loves again.

Part two to What Could Have Been, but could be read alone if you really want.

Also available on AO3

"Every masterpiece I'd write again, You'll always be my porcelain. I crossed my heart but I stuttered too, So truth or dare, was I good to you? And I had enough of you all to myself— Still right beside you in sickness and health. Forever after you will be my home. And there's no place like home." - from "Dearly Departed" by Marianas Trench

Sebastian Sallow was a man of many regrets. 

He was sure he had more than he should for his age—his short eighteen years had been full of mistakes, ones he could never take back. He couldn’t bring back his uncle. He couldn’t take away the grief he had caused his sister and best friend. He couldn’t tell a girl he loved her, even when it was the one thing he’d ever been sure about. 

These things kept him awake at night, haunting his dreams whenever he closed his eyes. He would awake in bursts of green light, shouts of incendio, the ghost of lips tracing over his own…

He’d thought distance would help. But in leaving everything behind, the shapes in his dreams became crueller, more menacing. The stone walls of Hogwarts had lost their warmth, the fields of Feldcroft had lost any sense of home. Day by day, for over a year, he’d lost a little more of the good he’d left behind, only able to feel the pain. 

His hand trembled as it rested on the boat’s wall as he overlooked the sea. If he thought about it, he could still feel her fingers tracing over his knuckles—he could pretend the breeze was her fingers, brushing his hair to the side. 

He could imagine the salt in the air was the taste of her tears, the taste of the one kiss they had shared. 

That kiss. Why had he done it? He had thought it would place a lid on those feelings. He would be able to walk away, having put it all on the table, saying there, at least I did it. But all it did was leaving him aching for more.

Because she had kissed back. Her lips had moved in time with his, he had felt her wanting, her longing. He had never doubted her feelings for him, but to have them confirmed—well, that was an emotion he’d never be able to prepare himself for. 

For a long time, he had convinced himself neither of them acted on those feelings because of faults and his flaws. How could she admit to loving a man such as him? How could she admit to loving a monster? 

But she had kissed back. 

Another one of his stupid regrets came to mind. He’d promised to write her. Of course he hadn’t. He’d always been stellar at breaking promises, what was one more? She hadn’t written him in the year that had passed, either. It was better that way, he’d tell himself, when his hand ached to pour out his grief through a quill, when his soul longed to put his shame into ink. So he hadn’t written. 

Would he now? he thought, as the distant land on the horizon drew nearer. It was strange being on this side of the ocean again. His time in America had changed him—for the better, he hoped. The healer he had helped had taught him more than he could have imagined. He was a good man, sympathetic to his situation (though Sebastian had never told him the full story; he likely would not have been quite as welcoming if he had). It was him who taught him more about the curse Anne bore, him who had tried to convince him that there truly wasn’t a cure—not on a curse that ran so deep. But there were spells, potions, and herbs that could ease Anne’s pain. They could make her life not only livable, but joyful. 

He’d told the man that that would be enough. He’d return home, having all his new knowledge, and share it with his sister. But in truth, he was still sure there was something out there; there had to be. He just had to keep looking.

But first, he’d return home to Anne, telling her of what he learned. 

Home. Was that what it truly was? He hadn’t felt like the house in Feldcroft had been a home to him in years, if ever. Anne had moved back there after he left for America. And in a letter that he had read over and over until the ink had nearly faded, she’d agreed to see him. He could still hardly believe it—it would be the first time seeing her since Uncle Soloman’s death. He was afraid of the memories it would revive. She’d agreed to see him, to let him teach her what he’d learned, but then what? What would she say to him? Could she stand to see him for more than a few moments?

His mind wandered. Feldcroft was terribly close to Hogsmeade. And there, he was sure she still was. 

Part of him longed to see her again—ached for it, really. He felt as if he was drowning, and she was the air he was looking for. But it would be better to leave it in the past. He’d already lost it—lost her—what would be the point in torturing himself further?

These thoughts carried himself off the boat and onto the shore, through the cities and streets, and then through the rolling hills of Scotland. It carried right up to the door. And, taking a deep breath, he knocked. 

The door opened, and there she stood. Anne. She looked up at him—she had to look higher than she used to, he had grown—and as if the last three years had never happened, she threw her arms around him, holding him to her. 

A piece of his heart shifted back into place as his arms wrapped around her. Her grip was weaker than when they were children, but it was there, and she clung to him with all the strength in her. 

They stayed like that for several moments. He begged himself not to cry. But as she pulled back and placed a hand on his face, he realized his attempts were pointless. She brushed his tears away. 

“Oh, Sebastian,” she said softly. 

She lead him inside and they sat at the kitchen table. Not much had changed. He could almost hear the shrieks of laughter coming off the wall, the frustrated yells following them… the shouting, the crying. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed. 

It was too much, being back there. The weight of his actions swept over him. He had stolen so much. Anne sat beside him, rubbing his back as he cried. “I know,” she whispered. She understood.

“How… how can you stand to stay here?” he said, voice breaking. “After everything…” 

“After everything, I need this place to remind me of the good,” she said. “There was so much good, Sebastian. Don’t forget that.” 

He shook his head as his tears subsided. “How could you ever think of me with anything but hate?” 

She placed her hands on the side of his face, making him look at her. “Sebastian,” she said. “I love you. Even at the worst, I still did. I always will. The things you did will always hurt me.” He closed his eyes, ashamed. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t do our best to move on. That’s why I forgive you, Sebastian.”

His eyes shot open again, looking into hers to find any trace of a lie. There was none. They shone with tears, with sympathy, for him. 

“How?” he croaked, voice raw. 

“Because I know how deeply you regret it.” She gave him a small, sad smile. “You were a foolish boy. But if you can keep overcoming your past, you can become a good man.” 

She couldn’t be serious. She couldn’t mean that. But her eyes conveyed nothing but the truth. She believed he could change—that he had changed. And if she believed it, maybe he could. 

“How? How do I move past it?” 

Anne gave a small chuckle, hand reaching up to muss his hair. She used to do that a lot when they were younger. “You keep asking me how is if I alone have all the answers. I can’t tell you I know everything—but I know this. You have to find things to live for. The things that make you happy. That’s how I’ve carried on.”

Sebastian smiled a bit. “Is one of those things Ominis?” 

He noticed her flush, even as she glanced away, trying to hide it. “I won’t deny it.” 

He grinned. “Good. I’m glad he makes you happy.” It was true; while he had only heard of their courting briefly through short letters, it filled him with joy at imagining the happiness between the two of them. At the same time, it filled him with longing. 

Find the things that make you happy, Anne had said. Nothing had ever made him as happy as…

He changed the topic. He started telling Anne all about his adventures in America, the house calls for the various ailments he’d help resolve. He told her all of the tricks he’d learned that would help soothe her pain—he was grateful to see that she was receptive to the ideas, willing to try them. 

He grinned at her. “This will all hold you over,” he said. “Until I find a permanent solution.”

Her smile dropped. “Sebastian,” she starts.

He frowned at her. “What?” 

A weary sigh escaped her lips. “Can’t you see that this is enough? You need to stop looking. Please.”

“Anne,” he said. “You don’t understand, I feel like I’m so close—”

“You’ve said that for years,” she said, taking his hand. “I can accept my life for what it is. It’s time you do the same. I’m grateful for what you have been able to find—but this stops here.” 

He shook his head, opening his mouth to argue, but she interrupted him.

“You have given so much of yourself trying to make things right. You’ve spent all this time living to fulfill what you see as a debt. I am happy, Sebastian. I want you to find your own happiness.” She smiled at him. “I want you to live for you.” 

And the look on her face was so gentle, so genuine, he thought that maybe, she was right.

The small inn in Feldcroft only had one room—and like the inn itself, it was small. He laid on the old, misshapen bed and stared up at the ceiling. An hour ago, his plan was to leave Feldcroft after talking to Anne, and to keep chasing after that damned cure. He’d have gone to someplace far from there—Peru, maybe. Or Uganda. Somewhere he could have kept running. 

Because that was what he had been doing for all this time—that’s what he’d always done. Ran. He ran after casting that unforgivable curse, away from the one person who could comfort him. He ran from his past, leaving Feldcroft and Hogwarts behind him. He ran from that kiss, that bloody kiss that felt like the most right thing in the world. 

He was Sebastian Sallow, a destructive force, a wildfire that set alight any happiness that dared to find him. 

It was time to stop running. 

Find the things that make you happy. 

It was against his every instinct, but he pulled out a scrap of parchment. His message was short, almost illegible. But he sent it, waking his poor owl in his sleep to rush him out the window. It was out of his hands now—he’d taken his chance. 

The rest of the night passed in a slow haze. He wasn’t sure if he slept at all—his head was spinning with memories and wishful thinking. He didn’t know which were dreams and which were his own thoughts. By the time the sun finally filtered in through the curtains, he was already dressed and ready for the day. 

He didn’t get an owl back. He hadn’t really expected to, but the lack of confirmation still made him feel on edge. So, without anything better to do, he went to the Three Broomsticks, and waited. 

It was strange being back there again—it was different than the home in Feldcroft. There, good and bad memories and emotions swirled around each other. Here he only remembered warmth. He recalled the early days, starting in his third year, where Anne, Ominis and he would sit at the table, laughing with one another. Then he through back to the first time he came here with her. Even then, he felt a fierce desire to protect her, especially after the adrenaline of defeating that troll. He sat at the table, getting lost in the memory of her laugh, the weight of her hand as it rested on his shoulder. 

For a moment, he thought he’d lost his mind, because there she was, right in front of him. He stood up from the table—she didn’t disappear. She was still there. She was much the same, from her scarred knuckles to her improper trousers. They’re more convenient, he could almost hear her say, bloody skirts just get in the way. 

“You came,” he said. 

“You asked.” She offered him a small smile. 

Oh, he must have been dreaming. 

She took a step closer to him and he lunged forward, moving the seat so she could sit down. She chuckled at the movement. “It seems time turned you into a gentleman, has it?”

“Only for you,” he teased as he sat across from her. It spilled so naturally from his lips—it always had around her. 

Her eyes rolled. How was it possible to miss the way someone rolled their eyes? “Obviously.” 

Silence settled between them. He glanced down at the table. “I’m sorry I never wrote you.”

“It’s alright,” she replied. “I could’ve written you, too.” She sighed. “But… we can’t change that now, can we? Tell me, old friend, what have you been up to?”

And there he was, telling her everything, spilling stories and secrets as if nothing had changed. She laughed at his more outlandish adventures, and he savored the sound of it. He leaned forward on the table, and she pushed his shoulder as he said something ridiculous. His heart soared. He felt it—happiness. It bubbled up inside of him, nearly spilling over. He let it show on his face as he grinned, listening to the tales she shared in return. 

He wasn’t sure how long it had been. The sun could have exploded and he wouldn’t have noticed, not when she was the brightest thing in his universe. But after what had to have been hours, they settled on smiling at each other, stomachs sore from laughter. 

“It sounds like America treated you well,” she said. “What brought you back here?”

His smile softened. “I’d learned all I could. The healer said he didn’t have anything left to teach me—I’ve always been a fast learner, if you remember it—” she gave a small laugh— “And… and Anne wanted to see me.” 

Her eyes widened, hopeful. “Did you? Did you see her? How did it go?”

He let out a disbelieving laugh. “Better than I could have imagined. She… she said she forgives me.” 

Her hand took his where it was resting on the table. “That’s wonderful, Sebastian.” He could tell that she meant it. She was happy for him—relieved to hear it. She had always told her that Anne would forgive him eventually—he had never quite believed it. He was so glad she had been right. 

“Yes, well, that’s not all we talked about.” He took a deep breath. He hadn’t admitted his next words out loud yet—he was afraid saying them would make the reality of them unbearable. “She asked me to stop looking for a cure. And… I’ve decided to listen to her.” 

The shock was apparent in her face. But the disappointment he had been expecting was absent. “How on earth did she manage that?”

“She told me I need to move on from things. ‘Live for myself…’” He pressed his lips together. “I’m not completely sure what I’m going to do now, but I have some ideas. I think I’ll stay around here, at least for a time. Help Anne get settled with the new treatments. Maybe even become a healer myself, now that I’ve learned so much.”

She smiled widely at him, giving him a supportive squeeze of the hand. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

The sun was setting over the Highlands—they had talked away the afternoon. When she looked outside the window to see how late it had gotten, Sebastian was afraid she would say she needed to leave, that this moment would be over before he got the chance to tell her why he’d asked her there in the first place. Instead, she looked back at him, and suggested they take a walk together. 

He couldn’t help but admire the way she looked in the golden light of the setting sun. It reflected off her eyes, entrancing him. As they walked, their hands brushed together again and again—neither of them took the step to connect them, but neither moved away. 

They stopped on a curve of the path that overlooked the Highlands. Sebastian looked over the view as he asked his next question. 

“Why did you come?” 

She was quiet for a moment. “Like I said, you asked,” she said softly. “That’s all you’ve ever needed to do.” There was a weight to her words. One that made his heart pound in his chest. “And I’ve missed you, Sebastian,” she admitted. “I still care about you, like I always have. I couldn’t help but worry. I wanted to make sure you were well.”

It took him several seconds to form the words he wanted to say. “Anne told me I needed to find things to live for. Find the things that make me happy,” he began. “And I’ve been racking my brain, trying to find them.” He looked at her, meeting her eyes. “All I could think about was you.” He let out a sigh, voice trembling slightly as he continued. “I should have told you years ago. I should have loved you when I had the chance. Part of me still hopes… well, I still feel the same. But I understand if you’ve moved on. Found something better.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “I suppose I just needed you to know. You could’ve been my happy ending.” 

Her eyes were wide and shining at his words, but there was a small smile on her lips. The breath left his lungs as she took a step closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. “It seems you didn’t hear me properly. Didn’t I just say I still care for you the same way as I always have? I love you, Sebastian. Just the same now as I did the day you left.” 

The hand on his arm slid down to take his hand. He stared down at their intertwined fingers—they still fit together, after all that time. They still felt right. Felt like home. 

His eyes met hers as he placed his hand on her face, guiding her closer—closer—until there was no space between them. 

This time, when he kissed her, he took his time. It wasn’t a farewell, or a heart wrenching declaration—it was a new beginning. The start of something wonderful.

This kiss was a promise—one he finally intended to keep. 

A/N: I hope this made up for the first part :) If you have any requests or want to chat, feel free to message me or send an ask! Thanks for reading!

#sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow

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Songs I listen to about Skittlescript’s Isekai’ed to the West and Triad au Playlist

hahaha lol checkout @skittlescripts’s isekai to the west au, here’s some songs that remind me of the au and some scenarios imagined would make the daydreams better, special thanks to the works of @semisolidmind, @rennsdeaddoves, @thesexydancingcrepe, @rainyriu, @ritzhasmonkeybrain and @theweepingegg

this is for the Sun WuKong and Six-Eared Macaque simps out there

problem - ariana grande - reader starting to have feelings for Sun Wukong

dear future husband - meghan trainor - reader saying what marriage be like

right there - ariana grande - how macaque feels in triad au

the guy that i'd kinda be into - be more chill the musical - reader describing the monkie she likes

bad romance - lady gaga - macaque’s feelings for reader in triad au

one last time - ariana grande - Wukong trying to understand his emotions

la on a saturday night - hearts & colors - macaque’s monologue song in triad au

a whole new world - aladdin - Wukong and reader just ridding his cloud to Flower Fruit mountain

symphony - clean bandit - Macaque when he finally accepts he’s inlove

rhythm of the tambourine - hunchback of notredame the musical - Triad au

made you look - meghan trainor - reader’s themesong in triad au

title - meghan trainor - Wukong in triad au trying to get a date

not fall in love with you - rwby soundtrack - works both for the Isekai and triad au

kiss the girl - the little mermaid - Sandy making sure his OTP is cannon

there's nothing holding me back - shawn mendes - triad au wukong in general 

stutter - mariana's trench - wukong’s 5 stages of grief about having a crush

troublemaker - olly murrs - wukong’s themesong

still into you - paramore - if Isekai to the west had a crossover with Triad au

millennium parade - belle - a reader song for triad au

light switch - charlie puth - wukong’s crush in triad au

i wanna be your slave - maneskin - wukong in a more hornii mood for reader

she's kinda hot - 5 seconds of summer - Isekai to the west chapter 3 song

teeth - 5 seconds of summer - triad au wukong’s song during a meeting

marry you - bruno mars - wukong trying to convince reader that they get married

paper rings - taylor swift - wukong finally getting a date with reader in triad au

teenage dirtbag - wheatus - macaque’s angst about having a crush on reader

my heart's a stereo - maroon 5 - Macaque starting to fall inlove in isekai au

hips don't lie - shakira - reader meets wukong for the first time in triad au

voodoo doll - 5 seconds of summer - wukong before he realises he likes reader

she looks so perfect - 5 seconds of summer - both monkey’s admiring reader

love me like you do - ellie goulding - wukong and reader in isekai

love me harder - ariana grande - reader’s feelings with wukong

girlfriend - avril lavinge - macaque's song when he’s jealous in isekai

everytime we touch - cascada - wukong simping for reader in triad au

teenage dream - katy perry - reader realising her crush in isekai au

ET - katy perry - reader and wukong’s relationship in a nutshell for isekai

lucky strike - maroon 5 - wukong vs macaque in isekai au

levitating - dua lipa - reader in isekai au

the story of the phantom - goosebumps the musical - macaque in isekai au

take me to church - hozier - wukong having a crush angst in isekai

can't hold us - macklemore - a sun wukong song in isekai

bad reputation - joan jett - how heaven feels about reader and wukong together

guy.exe - superfruit - reader describing her type of guy in triad au

super mario hyadain - wukong vs macaque for reader in isekai au

play with fire - sam tinnesz - macaque and reader first impressions

positions - ariana grande - wukong and reader relationship song in isekai au

34 + 35 - ariana grande - wukong and reader song in triad au

dinero - trinidad cardona - reader’s alter ego song in triad au

no roots - alice merton - isekai to the west in a nutshell

sway - micheal buble - triad wukong takes reader out dancing

helpless - hamilton - triad wukong being lovesick and lovey dovey, while MK witnesses his mentor being cringe

call me by your name - lil nas x - triad wukong themesong

dead girl walking - heathers - wukong and reader having some spicy fun just after wukong is banished by tripitaka

i wanna dance with somebody - whitney houston - reader during the triad au before having a relationship

fairytale - alexander rybak - reader angst on having feeling for wukong in isekai 

why don't you do right - who framed roger rabbit - triad wukong meets reader’s alter ego for the first time

La seine and i - a monster in paris - reader performing in triad au

blues in the night - queen tyr'ahnee cover - reader having feelings for triad wukong angst

the great pretender - the platters - reader’s emotional stability during isekai

boys - charlie xcx - reader thinking about wukong in isekai

you will be okay - helluva boss - reader’s song for ao lie and her kids in isekai

no matter what - book of life - reader choosing to be with wukong instead of going home in isekai

Someone you like - girl and the dreamcatcher - triad wukong pining for reader

Ang huling el bimbo - eraserheads - slow dancing in the kitchen in triad au

Something just like this - cold play - macaque pining for reader in triad

Love story of a certain bakeneko - vocaloid

Ahh, it’s a wonderful cat’s life - vocaloid

The wolf that fell inlove with little red ridding hood - rin and len kagamine

Magic mirror - rin and len kagamine

Dance with me tonight - olly murs - a date night song with macaque in triad 

La la dee - cody simpson - triad wukong describing his feelings for reader 

Perfect - ed sheeran - wukong’s feelings for reader near the end of the journey to the west

Shape of you - ed sheeran - triad wukong being a simp for his wife reader

Seniorita - camila cabello - triad wukong flirting with reader

My oh my - camila cabello - reader’s accepting her feelings for wukong in triad

Uwu - chevy - Wukong’s feelings when he realises he wants to be with reader in isekai au

Canterella - vocaloid - triad wukong and reader on a mission

Je t’aime - kelly sweet - wukong descrining his love for reader in isekai

You’ll be in my heart - tarzan - reader just being happy with her family

Strangers like me - tarzan - wukong being curious aboutreader’s life before the journey to the west

A million dreams - the greatest showman - wukong’s song when he marries reader in isekai

One kiss - descendants - wukong when reader because of magic shenannigans needs to wake-up with true loves kiss

Secret garden - undertale - flowerfell au fansong - triad wukong and reader angst

So she dances - josh groban - triad wukong describing reader to MK

Beautiful ghosts - taylor swift - macaque’s song about reader in isekai

Slow dance with you - adventure time - macaque’s song regarding his pinning for reader

Tightrope - the greatest showman - reader’s conflicting emotions about staying with wukong or going home

Thinking out loud - ed sheeran - wukong pining for reader in isekai

Work form home - fifth harmony - reader flirting with triad wukong

Criminal - britney spears - triad wukong and reader’s relationship in a nutshell

Do it for her - steven universe - triad wukong training isekai wukong to protect reader

Back to life - bumblebee movie - reader and wukong’s wedding song in isekai

I love you to much - book of life - macaque pinning for reader in isekai

Death of a bachelor - panic! At the disco - triad wukong pinning for reader

I’m in love with a monster - fifth harmony - triad reader tells isekai reader on her feelings for triad wukong

Black magic - little mix - reader is jealous that triad wukong is flirting to get info

Animals - maroon 5 - wukong being in heat and wants to mate with reader

I’m a lady - meghan trainor - the jttw crew finds out about reader being isekai’ed to help them

Who i am - the score - macaque introducing himself to the reader in isekai after kidnapping her

Rewrite the stars - the greatest showman - triad wukong and reader fall inlove 

Buwan - juan karlos - wukong serenading reader during their first date in isekai

Bad little boy - adventure time - reader and wukong’s dynamic

Monster - adventure time - Wukong angst about reader’s mortality in isekai

Hey soul sister - train - triad wukong being a simp while being cringe

Crush - tessa violet - reader pinning for triad wukong

Would you be so kind - dodie - reader pinning for wukong in isekai

I do adore - mindy gledhill - triad wukong and reader cuddling

Despair - leo - reader pinning for wukong and vice versa in isekai but angsting of it being unrequited

Save me - bruno martini - macaque and wukong paniking because their falling for reader in isekai au

Can’t sleep love - pentatonix - reader talking to sandy about her crush on wukong in isekai

Suki kirai - rin and len kagamine - reader being in denial about being inlove with triad wukong

Someday - disney’s zombies - wukong and reader in general for isekai

Boop - rwby soundtrack - wukong trying to show off and impress reader after he accepts that he loves her

Little miss perfect - owl house fandom - reader angst on wanting to focus on the journey to the west but the dilemma of falling inlove complicates things for her once the journey is done

Ordinary - owl house fandom - reader questioning wukong why he’s inlove with her in isekai au

One more night - maroon 5 - triad wukong wanting reader to stay longer in bed cuddling

You’re the one that i want - grease - triad macaque romantic feelings for reader

If i can’t i love her - beauty and the beast - wukong being in denial for being inlove with reader in isekai au

Evermore - beauty and the beast - wukong angst when reader is presented with the option of returning to her original home

Love like you - steven universe - wukong wondering why reader loves him in isekai

If i could tell her - dear evan hansen - triad macaque hiding his feelings for reader

Only us - dear evan hansen - set during the time wukong is banished from the journey to the west

Your text - sundial - triad wukong trying to get reader’s number

Glad you came - the wanted - triad Wukong meets reader for the first time

Castle on a hill - ed sheeran - wukong reminises his life before the journey to the west and meeting reader

I won’t say i’m in love - hercules -  reader being in denial about being inlove with wukong in isekai au

Circus - britney spears - another themesong for reader in triad au

love story - taylor swift - how wukong tells his kids on how he met their mother in isekai au

you belong with me - taylor swift - how triad macaque feels when he sees reader with triad wukong 

burn for you - bridgerton musical - wukong pining for reader, but not wanting to confess in isekai au

#lmk au #lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong #triad au #isekai'ed to the west #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque #macaque x reader

[viperwhispered]

K so fun fact: I'm brazilian and we are people who are extremely affectionate with each other. We greet each other with hugs and kisses and physical touch is the norm for just about every type of relationship other than complete stranger. Due to this, the one emotion we are never able to properly hide no matter how hard we try is how much we love someone. It's the basis for every sort of positive relationship a standard brazilian will have. Even when it's just acquaintances, we're still guided by the love and respect we feel for our fellow man.

What does this have to do with Jamil? Simple: give him an s/o who is incapable of fully hiding how much they adore him.

Like they'll be subtle, they'll be discreet, but they will never be able to fully hide it. Secret relationship? Sure but it's not gonna stop their eyes from always discreetly wandering over to him. No PDA? Whatever you say dear, but it ain't stopping them from sticking close and brushing up against him.

As soon as they're alone, Jamil is going to be absolutely smothered. Always touching him one way or another, balantly looking at him with heart eyes, and bluntly replying to teases about how they feel towards him (cue blushy Jamil). Even when he's not feeling up to it, they still let their feelings out through acts of service (Kalim sitting, helping with chores, reminding him to rest, making dinner, drawing a bath, etc).

There is also the fact that while the s/o is able to lie, their capability to do so goes out the window when it comes to Jamil. Their able to give vaugue or ambiguous answers, but never outright lie. The reader will also go out of their way to manipulate conversations so it never lands on the topic of their relationship with Jamil.

If someone were to point blank as them if they love Jamil, they would be completely incapable of saying no.

Now the reader themselves doesn't particularly care, but always keep Jamil's wishes in mind. Which is why they respect his boundaries very well. But even then, their affection tends to spill over one way or another.

Which brings us to the comedy:

Kalim, post-CH4 and awakening his Scarabia powers, has noticed that the reader never gives definitive answers when it comes to their opinions on Jamil. Combined with the fact that they always seem to be physically close to him and always looking his way, things are a little confusing for our resident sunshine.

So he bluntly asks and there are two routes for this.

Route 1: the reader just replies: you want the short or long version?

Short version: simple "I love him" that takes less than 10 secs

Long version: 30+ minutes of every single little thing they absolutely adore about Jamil *fangirl style*

Point is that now Kalim is aware that reader is head over heels tumbling down a hill and he's somewhat sure that Jamil is at least interested (even tho the snake is tumbling right after). But he does not know the two have already crashed at the bottom of the Mariana Trench and are already dating.

Cue wacky Kalim shenanigans as he tries to get his two besties together.

Route 2: reader continues to be vague and says something like "It's not really that simple"

Kalim interprets this as you two having a bad relationship/hating each other. The cherry on top of his guilt sundae is the assumption that reader and Jamil are only tolerating each other for Kalim's sake.

Cue paniking sunshine and enter wacky hijinks of Kalim trying to get Jamil and the reader to be friends (not possible unless they break up but at least his heart is in the right place).

Both routes include Kalim learning the truth and duck taping his loud mouth shut, a poor long suffering Jamil, and a very amused reader who is just laughing at the situation while cooing over their flustered boyfriend.

As a Finn I have a feeling we might be quite close to opposite ends of the spectrum here when it comes to showing affection, especially physically 😅

I do love the idea of an s/o who can’t quite hold back their feelings despite their best attempts. It feels very real, too. Like, of course you’re gonna look after the person you care about, and can’t help showing concern if something seems to be going wrong, for example. Like, they seem to get hurt? Of course you’re gonna look worried. They look happy? Of course you’re gonna be happy for them too.

(Also ngl I do try not to lie if I can help it but do sometimes make sure to set my words carefully so yeah I can feel those ambiguous answers for sure.)

Hasdfs oh Kalim you dear sunshine. I can just see Jamil’s confusion at first when he realizes what Kalim is doing, looking at his s/o with a “do you have something to do with this” look. Jamil’s surprise turning into exasperation when it just keeps on happening, and weighing in the options of if it’s less of a hassle for Kalim to know what’s going on after all.

“cooing over their flustered boyfriend” tho. Yes. Totally. Always love this for Jamil. (tho I’d certainly feel awkward too trying to sidestep / calm down Kalim’s antics)

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #ner talks #chatting with folks #lex752 #oh kalim you sweetheart #so much for jamil trying to have some peace by keeping things quiet

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

I'll Cover You, Reprise (Rent)

Live in my house/I'll be your shelter/Just pay me back/With one thousand kisses/Be my lover/And I'll cover you

"If you know (have seen Rent) then you know. But to take the same lyrics as their joyful love duet earlier on the show and turn it into a solo funeral dirge?? His lover has just died in the most horrific way imaginable and no one cares because the struggle of a gay poor poc in the aids crisis is just a statistic but to him it was so real and so firey and to watch the love of his life go from the most joyous person to ever live into a corpse is just. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

The Killing Kind (Marianas Trench)

If madness overtakes us both/Then nobody would be alone/The ghost of us can linger hereForever not to disappear/Stay, stay near/Oh, stay/We could be together here/Forever with/Together bound in madness

"Where to even start, holy shit. It's the final song of a concept album themed around being haunted by someone you used to be in a relationship with. So many Edgar Allen Poe references. It's orchestral, it's cinematic, it's epic. You Will Get Goosebumps. Upon first listen, you won't be able to describe what you just heard. It's like an auditory hit and run. Listen to it again. It is now stuck in your head. You will be singing it for days. You're welcome. (Also, it starts out a little quiet. For best results, use headphones or crank up the sound, but it does Not stay quiet, so keep that in mind.)"

"It's a descent into madness over the course of nearly 7 minutes. It revisits several of the musical themes and motifs from the rest of the album and the band's previous work. The instrumental really does the fucking me up more than the lyrics."

The Killing Kind submitted by @thegayknee

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #rent #marianas trench

[b1gtimerush]

marianas trench dialogue prompts from various marianas trench albums.

i don’t know what you want.

you will always find me here.

i’ll burn this place down.

this is not the man i hoped to be.

i’m just trying to stop the bleeding.

there’s nothing familiar here anymore.

is your face still sore?

i’m still a little crazy all the time.

i hate this room.

i know what you scream about.

i regret a lot of things.

why do you always end up right back here?

this might sting a bit.

you got here just in time to see everything fall apart.

c’mon, i know that you felt it too.

i don’t belong.

maybe you won’t be able to recognise me now.

i’m always on my knees for you.

where the hell have you been?

you always win.

all i want is you.

i don’t wanna be the bad guy.

take me with you.

take me home.

i don’t wanna be alone tonight.

i don’t know where to go.

i’m not eating.

i’m not sleeping.

i thought you were my friend.

well, i’m not sick of you yet.

is that as good as it gets?

they don’t know you like i do.

i like to push it until my luck is over.

i could take it, if you need to take this out on someone.

don’t pull away from me now.

if you leave now, i’ll come back and haunt you.

if you want me, i’ll come back and meet you.

you better get your story straight.

how’ve you been?

can i come in?

i’ve been taking you for granted.

you should know me by now.

don’t you know me by now?

i’ll give you something to cry about.

kiss me, just once, for luck.

i know you’re fine, but what do i do?

one day you will learn to love me.

sometimes it’s like i hardly know you.

i don’t want to see you happier with somebody else.

i’m well aware this should remain unspoken.

maybe i’m too proud to say i missed you.

tell me i survive.

what’s another bridge burned?

hey, ever just say fuck it?

what if we could find a way to try to heal?

it’s been—what? a half a year?

fill me in on how you’ve been.

i hate to admit it but i miss the war.

i just wish you’d open fire on me.

you should stay away from me.

who do you love?

i won’t come back to you broken.

maybe the truth hurts, so it’s easier not to know.

i’ve been so lost without you.

i’m not ready for what’s to come.

high time i face you.

get up and face me.

i’d rather hurt here than be happy somewhere else.

no one will scar me like you do.

a love like this will end in tragedy.

i know we won’t get out alive.

that’s not who i am anymore.

don’t miss me.

i can’t shake this ache i carry.

i’ve been running for forever from your ghost.

you’ve changed but it’s not enough.

it was easier back then.

i thought time was supposed to heal it.

i would love you if i could.

i would give you anything if i had anything to give left.

you still haunt the corners of my heart.

i dream of you.

#rp prompts #rp memes #inbox memes #ask memes #ask prompts #sentence starters #bigtimeprompts.

[catty-words]

because my ever after (2011) list helped me find the marianas trench corner of tumblr and i want to celebrate being among my people and also because i simply cannot resist the allure of this format as one ideal for expressing my appreciation for music on which my brain likes to chew,

a non-exhaustive list of things i love about masterpiece theatre (2009):

- themes!!!! this album’s exploration of performance vs authenticity is its beating heart and like, i’ve gotten the sense that it’s the work that really carved the band’s name into the tree trunk of canada’s popular music scene - nevermore to leave there (heyooo) - which makes the bitterness that runs through the album’s veins so so potent. this album is biting me biting me biting me and i never want it to stop

- how the title functions as a mission statement. one of the identifying characteristics of the band’s work following this album, and arguably* including this album, is that it’s serving at least forty percent theatre at all times

“masterpiece theatre i”

- first of all, the fact that this album includes a piece that has three separate movements (and the way this makes ‘symphonic rock’ the objectively correct way to sort marianas trench into a genre thank you very much)

- the tune-up is such a nice touch, why lie? yes kings, i am on the edge of my velvety seat, i am at the theatre!!

- please note that when i mentioned captivating prologues being a hallmark of the band’s work, i was thinking of “masterpiece theatre i” as the next best example to “ever after”

like, a thesis statement for an album what could be better?? the performer (i am consciously separating the art from the artist, josh ramsay et. al., but i am also kissing you directly on the mouth) feels the curse of the performance as much as he can’t live without it.

- the line every word is calculated because the closer i look, the more i see the loving care with which every creative choice in the band’s discography was made so like. say👏 that👏

- the soft plosiveness of this is just a part i portray and how it makes the refrain really fun to sing along to, as well as all the more powerful as the performer’s greatest plea to his audience, that they recognize the divide between authentic self and performance

“all to myself”

- the punch to the face that is the transition from “masterpiece theatre i” to this song

- how it belongs among the ranks of the band’s most danceable numbers, i never can sit still listening to this one

- i’m half asleep, and i am wide awake because, yeah. constantly, forever.

- ostensibly, the way it’s about a romantic relationship, but like.

you can just as easily read the chorus in the context of the performer speaking to his audience. the push of “isn’t the very act of creating art asking for attention, we’re only giving you what you want”, the pull of “if i’m constantly performing for you, when does the mask end and my truest self begin?” we - audience - are literally making the performer feel like someone else.

- this isn’t what i wanted but / i can’t keep my filthy fuckin’ mouth shut firstly because it fucks!!! but also because of how it fits into the album’s larger theme. fame isn’t what the performer wanted, but quite literally he’s not keeping his fucking mouth shut! he is in the act of making music for us! biting me biting me biting me

- chorus variation to round out a song, my beloved

“cross my heart”

- the way this song bewitches me into doing some bastardization of the hand jive every freaking time

- however you would describe these three bad bitches and their contributions to the structure of the song

- just the whiny, slutty energy of this one in general and how well the little bursts of guitar string feedback build up this feeling throughout the number

- the way and i do want to show you, i / will run to you, to you, til i / can’t stand on my own anymore sets the stage (theatre!!) for the speaker/performer/narrator’s pervasive attitude toward relationships and how he’s constantly swept up in the capital R-Romance of this conception of love while simultaneously having to unlearn it for the sake of his beloved, album in and album out

- how the clapping and then the music phases back in during the bridge

“beside you”

- y’all ever croon?

- this is not going to be accessible to anyone else but it’s my list so. the lyric when it’s in your spine like you’ve walked for miles because so much of my logged marianas trench time has taken place while i’m working, moving between my silly lil dog walks and i’m literally walking for miles and do occasionally very much feel it in my spine

- the words you want are out of reach, but they’ve never been so loud for the way it captures something so small and yet so profoundly true about being a person

“acadia”

- nostalgia!!! and how this song is the album’s first attempt to unpack the authentic self in the performance vs authenticity dynamic. is who i was when my childhood home was my one and only home my one and truest self?

- just like. the way i wonder about the names dropped and how my curiosity necessarily plays into the album’s theme. if they’re real people the performer knows, then he’s shilling out something intimate in an attempt to heighten his art - though, to be fair, he’s doing it in a way that’s not completely accessible to us, there’s only so much to a name itself - but if the names are completely made up, then the performer is merely playing at authenticity to bait us into reading intimacy in his art. and doesn’t that make your brain want to eat itself?? biting me biTING ME BITING ME

- god, the way this song is so well-accomplished at bottling nostalgia because like every memory comes on / when i hear that old song / that we used to sing / with the words all wrong immediately evokes thousands of moments that have tied me back to my childhood. this song really said ‘the power of music!!’ and then repeatedly knocked me on my ass with the truth of that screaming crying throwing up etc.

- not to keep harping on this, i know you guys get it, but like, the way ran out of gas on the highway / we walked there, and i gave / drunken speeches / on sobriety makes me feel like i’m part of this anecdote! i’m there, recalling that stupid speech alongside the performer. stop pulling me so close if you don’t want more kisses directly on the mouth!!!

“masterpiece theatre ii”

- the way the first verse reads as a direct response to “acadia”

after giving us so much of himself, the performer’s inclination is now to draw back

- the way the whole movement feels almost bashful compared to its powerhouse counterparts because more than the other two, “masterpiece theatre ii” is about the performer considering his performance from the audience’s perspective, about his understanding that he’s beckoned us closer but, regrettably, still can’t bring us all the way inside for how that’d destroy him.

- the refrain i’ll burn out and slip away posing the questions to the audience: can we forgive the performer when, eventually, he no longer has more art to offer us? can we turn around and recognize his humanity like he’s acknowledging ours?

“sing sing”

- how the brash opener - can i have your attention? - reads particularly cheeky coming off “masterpiece theatre ii”, where the performer just cautioned us that too much of our attention causes him to slip further and further away, and sets the bratty tone of the whole number perfectly, perfectly

- nothing captures the performer’s feelings about his relationship with his audience as succinctly as the “sing sing” chorus

this is destroying his health, but he still wishes that he were an endless well for us, full of freshness and vitality and all that we need

- just, obsessed with hear the sad little sounds as they fall from my mouth because i DO i AM

- the way the song’s brattiness comes out especially in the bridge. i’m partial to the whininess of gets very hard to drink to my continued success because like, boo hoo. i can’t toast to how popular i am :( it comes at the cost of being adored by you :(

- don’t you ever tell me i’m not loving you best because i WOULDN’T you DO

“good to you”

- GOD but the way they literally invited an audience member (i.e. a fan) to join the performance?? the way that heightens the tenderness this song has for the performer-audience relationship, even as both parties are actively getting a lil messed up by it?? gonna just drape myself on a fainting couch for a minute

- the way the chorus reinforces this read, especially when the performer and the audience sing it as one

hello????

- the way looking at the song through this lens literally just reframed the lyrics i thought i saw a sign / somewhere between the lines for me. here we are, experiencing recognition of the self in the performer’s art and thereby forging an intimacy he has no access to. AHHH!

- so yeah, every love song on this album is actually about the complex love between performer and audience. we are the object of our favorite band’s affection!! we are corrupting each other with our codependency!! ain’t love grand?

“celebrity status”

- they didn’t have to make our return to bitterness for the way performance muddles identity so sexy, but they did and they did it for me, to make sure this album never stops BITING ME

- the PANTING and how evocative it is and, like, yeah, you got me josh ramsay et. al. put me in horny jail, i am once again fuckstruck by your music. but you’re the ones who made it this way so do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars

- the lyrics trading in who i’ve been for shiny celebrity skin / i like to push it and push it until my luck is over because once more with the succinctness of this album’s theme but also because it builds on the drunken speeches on sobriety moment in acadia by making me feel like i know the performer being invited as i am to share a wry laugh over how Much he is at any given moment

- the way i wonder why, why, wonder why, why i oughta / let you wreck, resurrect whatever you wanna tastes

- for all the sexy sardonic tone of this number, there’s a beautiful little ray of hope in the line there’s a piece of me they’re throwing back at us if only for the way it builds on fix me (2006)‘s refrain of the speaker losing bits of himself (see: “say anything”, “september”) by implying that the performance, despite the sea of inauthenticity he sometimes finds himself drowning in, offers the performer the chance to know himself better. it’s a refracted image because of the audience, but he does get to experience recognition of the self in his art, too.

- the way hope also lives in the i’m trying refrain. overwhelmed and cynical about the odds, the performer is still putting forth the effort to be authentic, still putting forth the effort to create art. you gotta keep running up that hill, bitch!

“perfect”

- the seamless fade of “celebrity status” into this song

- if the point’s to never disappoint you / somebody’s got to tell me what to do because it’s very real and it makes me want to pull my hair out in chunks!!!

- i love how pointed the inclusion of this bit

feels because, on one level, “perfect” is about cultivating your image and your art until it’s as appealing as it could possibly be to the masses, and so borrowing a line from the far less polished and palatable (affectionate) “sicker things” builds on that in a delicious way

“lover dearest”

- first of all, shoutout to their ‘live from inside’ concert for unlocking the power of this number for me and, like, i am once again unwittingly roped into active participation in this album’s theme but!! can we grapple for a sec with how watching a performance - seeing the performer laid raw, specifically - is what woke me up to the emotional core of this number?? 😬

- so. you know how some words can be used often enough in a sexy enough context that you can’t help your pavlovian response to them? they lowkey get you hot no matter how they’re brought up? josh ramsay et. al. are responsible for making ‘taste’ one of these words for me (this time that we waste, but i still love your taste)

- the way i’ll just try to hide it, or i could slip into you / it’s so easy to come back into you builds on the “masterpiece theatre i” refrain of you’re beautiful / can i hide in you awhile? and how in general this song really shines a light on the codependent nature of the performer-audience relationship. the fact that this song is also about struggle with addition is like - woof - the performer traded his old vice for the thrill of the performance and amassing an audience and have i mentioned lately? BITING ME BITING ME BITING ME.

- the leave me wail. reblog, you agree.

- how the bitter in you and the quitter in me / is bitter in you and the quitter in me being reminiscent of the “shake tramp” bridge makes my brain go brrrr

“masterpiece theatre iii”

- the way the tinkling xylophone (??) intro automatically brings the drama. i am once again on the edge of my velvety seat!!

- the i’ll wreck this if i have to / tell me what good would that do / i’ll wreck this if i have to refrain being followed-up by a creeping couple bars of i’d be so good to you and how it’s a call and response between the performer and his audience. consenting to the wreckage of the masterpiece is how we, the audience, can be good to the performer. it’s how we could show our most unselfish love.

- how weaving “celebrity status” into “cross my heart” continues to highlight the album’s interest in the act of creating art being essential to the performer’s personhood while the audience’s act of consuming the artist alongside the art turns around and cheapens the performer’s identity all in the same breath

- and then also how the outro makes explicit the connection between “lover dearest” and “masterpiece theatre i”

and the way it all adds up to acknowledge the codependence without resolving it??

- and then these motherfuckers have the audacity to sprinkle on a dash of “say anything” (that’s the thing i’m sensitive about!!!!!!)?? the way i never took you for a trick but sometimes i don’t know what you want serves as the performer’s last acknowledgement that he needs to hold the audience at arm’s length because our want for his art is so monumental that it threatens to overshadow him???? the way i could take it if you need to take this out on someone beckons us closer one last time, invites us to use the art as a mirror????????? UNFAIR, I AM GNASHING MY TEETH

*in conclusion: all these songs being in conversation with one another gives the album a really satisfying cohesion and sets up what’s to come in the band’s later works, though it ironically lacks the rising and falling action that’d convince me to count it among the more theatrical pieces in their discography. it’s my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy, and either my second or third favorite marianas trench album, depending on what day you ask me.

#marianas trench #masterpiece theatre (2009) #to anyone who left tags on the ever after post - i love you #to anyone who listened to ever after after reading the post - i am kissing you directly on the mouth

[try-set-me-on-fire]

As an apology for killing Bobby here’s a happy bit with him from proposal fic

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady as possible. He must not succeed because Bobby sounds tight and panicked when he responds.

“Buck, are you alright? Is everything ok? Did the doctor -“

“No, hey, no- it’s alright! Everything is good, it’s good news.” Fuck, he didn’t even know Bobby was aware of the current medical scare. One day he will stop breaking this man’s heart. “It’s not doctor news, it’s uh- it’s, uh… You know Eddie?”

There’s a beat of silence long enough for Buck to decide to move to the Mariana Trench. “Do you know Eddie” are you kidding me, that’s what you came up with?

“Yeah,” Bobby says, laughter in his voice. “Yeah, I know Eddie. What about him?”

“He, uh- we…” His stomach is doing somersaults. Maybe they should just elope and never tell anyone. That works well with the Mariana Trench plan. Hopefully Eddie doesn’t mind submarines. Fuck it, fuck it- “We’re gonna get married.”

There’s silence again and Buck finds himself suddenly incapable of breathing and worries once again about the state of his central nervous system before Bobby’s voice is back. “I am so proud of you.” His words are thick, suddenly nasally. “I am so happy for you.” Shaky breathing. “For both of you, he always-“ he’s laughing again “I should have known, the two of you-“ laughter, and Athena’s voice murmuring a question in the background. “Is this a secret? Can I tell her?” Joy, pouring through the tinny speaker.

“Yeah,” Buck’s voice comes out quieter than he meant it to, like he’s smiling too wide for his vocal chords to work right. “Yeah, not a secret, you can tell her.”

There are muffled exclamations over the line, and Buck presses his hand over his mouth to feel his own grin. Eddie pauses moving between the bedroom and kitchen, one boot in the crook of his arm, and raises his eyebrow. Buck makes a grabby hand at him, and he crosses the room to take it.

“I made you food,” Bobby says over the phone, and Buck laughs. Eddie’s eyes crinkle at the sound. “I made you dinner. I’m gonna bring it over. Athena would like to come too, if you’re up for visitors?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice, yeah.” He swings their hands back and forth between them, and Eddie shakes his head a little, eyes so completely fond, and leans down to kiss his forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

#wip #thats his dad thats his dad #proposal fic

[sunshinesteviee]

oooh for the celebration, how about everywhere, everything with robin? with maybe this line from cross my heart by marianas trench “And I do want to show you/I will run to you to you till I/Can't stand on my own anymore/I cross my heart and hope to die” for soft gf!robin?

this took me fucking forever i'm so sorry ugh. wc: 870. post-season 4, not canon lol, mentions of injuries. fem!reader.

-

Being separated from Robin had never been part of your plan. You’d wanted to go with her and Steve, back into the Upside Down, but nobody was listening to you. Someone needed to stay with the kids. You couldn’t exactly argue with that logic, but when all hell broke loose and Hawkins literally split in half, you began to panic. 

The panic didn’t fully set in until you knew Max was being taken care of by doctors, but as soon as she was safe, everything felt like it was coming crashing down around you. A gigantic earthquake and rift through the town couldn’t be a good sign, and your walkie talkie was long gone; you had no way to communicate with your friends. Realistically, staying put in the hospital was your best bet for finding them, but that didn’t stop your leg from bouncing uncontrollably as you sat in the hallway outside of Max’s room.

At first, you didn’t hear it. You were too wrapped up in your thoughts and anxieties to notice that the entire group from the Upside Down was standing down the hallway, all but yelling for help and for more information. Of course, it wasn’t that out of place, given the chaos in the hospital at that moment. 

“He needs help right now!” Dustin was frantic, helping Steve hold a nearly-lifeless Eddie up between them. 

Nancy was doing her best to remain calm, trying to ask a nurse about you or Max, or Lucas and Erica. Robin, however, couldn’t hide the sheer panic in her voice as she asked for you over and over. Her voice saying your name finally broke through to you over all the commotion, and your head snapped up, eyes zeroing in on your friends. 

Without a second thought, you jumped up and out of your seat and began running down the hall, ignoring the disapproving stares as you shouted your girlfriend’s name, “Robin!” 

Relief washed over Robin’s face immediately at the sight of you running towards her. She took off towards you, too, meeting you in the middle of the hallway, nearly knocking the two of you over from the force of colliding with you. Her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close as possible as she breathed your name into your neck, “You’re okay.” 

“Me?” you asked with a breathless laugh, shaking your head as you pulled back just enough to actually see Robin. “You… you’re okay. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Figured the giant hole in the middle of the town was a bad sign, I thought maybe it didn’t go well, and I—“

You’re not one to ramble — that’s usually Robin’s thing — so when you couldn’t seem to stop talking, Robin realized just how worried you’d really been. She softened, hands coming up to cup your cheeks gently, her thumbs brushing out under your eyes to wipe away the tears that had started dripping down your cheeks. All she wanted was to kiss away your tears, but that wasn’t exactly an option in the middle of the busy hospital, so instead, she grabbed you by the elbows and gently pulled you off to the side. 

Once you were out of the middle of the hallway, she rubbed the pad of her thumb across your cheek again, voice soft as she spoke, “Hey. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay.”

You let out a shaky breath, throwing your arms around her neck again to hold her close. It was quiet for a few moments, until you noticed Eddie being whisked away down the hall, surrounded by a million doctors and nurses. Startled, you pulled back to look at your girlfriend. Though you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer, you asked quietly, “What happened, Robin?”

She sighed, a heavy, broken sound, “Eddie decided to play hero. It… it worked, but he was nearly dead by the time we found him. The demobats had attacked him. And we— we were able to stop vecna for now, but w-we almost died, too.” Robin shuddered, tears welling in her eyes as she thought about the vines constricting around her neck. “In the Creel house, the vines got us. Steve and Nance and I were trapped against walls, and the vines were getting tighter and I couldn’t breathe, and— That’s when Eddie unknowingly saved our lives.”

It was your turn to wipe away Robin’s tears as everything began catching up to her. As she processed that she’d nearly died. Curling an arm around her shoulders, you pulled her into you and let her press her face into your neck as she sniffled. She was still talking softly, muffled against your skin, “I just kept thinking we were going to die. I-I was never going to see you again, a-and it terrified me. I just knew I had to get back to you. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing that kept me going.”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart skipping a beat, and you hugged her tighter. Just like she’d done for you, you murmured, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, Robs. We’re safe. I’ve got you, always.” 

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x f!reader #blurbs #robin blurbs #my blurbs #8k celebration

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

TWST boys crushes on you as Marianas Trench songs

Still love Marianas Trench so here we go!

Requests are open

Riddle

Porcelain

You are perfect Porcelain

He thought, by now, you'd have it figured out, you've been trying to help Riddle with Dorm Leader work recently, bringing you two closer together, Riddle's side of the friendship eventually blossoming into love for you. You, on the other hand, feel the same way, but are oblivious to how much harder he's fallen for you.

Most recently, he's been struggling mentally, the words of his mother still linger in his mind. You are the only person he needs right now.

"Riddle... your mothers words shouldn't matter to you anymore, you're grown up now, her rules don't apply to you anymore. You are perfect Porcelain to me, no matter what."

Deuce

Fallout

On the edge, while you're so, god damn polite and complused.

Its an empty room, he feels empty too, until you walk in. His world immediately lights up, the light to his world has returned...

He's on the edge today, he's planning to confess his love for you today, but the rumors around the school state that you've already gotten yourself another man, after hearing this, he figured its best to get it off his chest.

Poor baby, doesn't realize the rumors are fake...

"Reader-San..."

"Hm?"

"I want to tell you something... it may ruin our friendship... but..."

"I like you, Reader-San..."

"I like you too, Deuce. and yes, I know what you mean by that."

"H-huh? but I heard you already had someone!"

"Hahaha! those are false rumors, love, I love you!"

"Really?"

"Of course I do, silly!"

Ace

Stutter

Stutter, Stutter, Stutter, d-d-d-d-did I?

Just another normal day, hanging out with Ace, Deuce and Grim on campus.

Or well... it was normal, until something happened to Ace.

"S-so... uh... r-Reader-san! d-do you... have any plans t-tonight?"

"No, why?"

"N-n-no reason! Just... c-curious! yeah!"

"Ace, are you stuttering?"

"S-Stutter? d-d-d-d-did I?"

"Awww... what happened to the confident Ace we all know and love?"

"Er... uh... H-he's still here! S-see? confident!"

"He's nervous because you're here, Reader-san."

Ace shoots his head in Deuce's direction.

"Deuce! Don't muck this up for me!"

"Oh? Mind explaining?"

"He has a crush on-" Ace immediately puts a hand over Deuce's mouth with a red face.

"Too late, Acey boy. I knew the whole time anyways." you laugh as you give him a kiss on the cheek and then leave.

Malleus

The Killing Kind

I know my love can be, the killing kind

"Tsunotarooo!~"

Malleus looked into they eyes of his crush, he loved them so, but unfortunately for him... His love was the killing kind... it would be too dangerous for them.

"Greetings, child of man."

"Can I... tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I... like you!"

He stood there, shocked, then, it turned to an evil grin.

"I do as well, love... but would you really want to rule my home with me? Royalty is a big title and job..."

"Of course, my love!"

You had fallen under his spell.

Kalim

Who Do You Love

I'll say goodbye to my demons, and all my break evens forever yours.

Kalim was in a good mood today! Bevause he was with you, obviously!

He loves you with all his pure heart, he buys you so much, even though you tell him it isn't necessary, not that it doesn't make you happy, of course.

You were going out on your first date together to a fancy resturant that Vil recommended after he confessed a week ago.

"We're almost there! Are you excited, love?"

"Very! Thank you for this, by the way."

"No need to thank me!"

you soon arrived, and had a fantastic first date.

He's already got plan for your marridge

#Spotify #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola x reader #malleus draconia x reader #kalim al asim x reader

[banannabethchase]

Desperate Measures - also on AO3

~

Adam's had it with Matt using his boo boo eyes and hair to flirt with everyone, so he makes him wait to get what he wants. It backfires.

~

Written for the kinkmeme prompt, which probably didn't need to be posted anonymously since this feels like it screams me. Title from Desperate Measures by Marianas Trench, and I'm so excited I FINALLY have gotten to use this song for a fic!

~

Adam first notices it when they’re in the hotel, for fuck’s sake. Matt catches the eye of the bellhop and bats his dumb fucking eyelashes up the elevator. It lasts until they get outside their room, when the bellhop drops Matt’s bags and stammers out an apology.

“It’s cool, man, I got it.” Adam glares at Matt, who tries the booboo eyes on him. Adam rolls his eyes.

“Are you sure?” the bellhop asks, looking between Matt and the bags.

Adam hands him a twenty. “We’re good. Sorry for the trouble.”

His eyes dart over to Matt with a little smile on his face. “It was no trouble at all.”

“Thank you,” Matt says, all moony eyed, and Adam has half a mind to grab him by the hair and yank him into the hotel room.

“Just get in the damned room,” Adam says, hauling all the bags in as he unlocks the door. Matt floats in after him.

“He was cute,” Matt muses, like he has no idea what he does. “Wish I’d gotten his name.”

“Why, so you could fuck up his head even more?” Adam asks. He chucks the bags onto the bed.

Matt tilts his head and starts playing with the ends of his hair. “What do you mean?”

Adam sighs. “You’re the worst.” He yanks Matt in and kisses him long enough to get Matt whimpery and needy, then pulls away.

“Wait, no,” Matt says, giant eyes searching Adam’s face. “Come back.”

“Nope,” Adam says. “You can wait until after Dynamite.”

Matt frowns. “Dynamite’s ages away.”

“Yeah.” Adam may be a cowboy, but he’s also a bit of a scientist and more than a bit of a dick, and he wants to know what Matt will do when he’s riled up and desperate.

Matt shifts and wiggles. “But we got the nice room and everything!” Matt whines Adam doesn’t think he’d be surprised if Matt stomped his foot. “That – we got the king bed!”

Adam shrugs. “You can wait until after Dynamite or you can get nothing at all.”

Matt’s eyes widen, and Adam thinks he might just be getting what’s going on here. Matt pouts, then licks his lips. “Nothing?”

Adam stares at him. “Nothing.”

~

Surprisingly the first person Matt runs into is Mox as they walk into the venue.

“Hey, douchebags,” Mox says, lighting a cigarette as he leans up against the door.

“You’re in the way,” Matt says. He flips his hair over his shoulder. “Move.”

“Nah.”

Adam decides to hang back and let it happen. Matt’s been bitchy ever since Adam told him he had to wait, and he’s interested to see how Matt handles it.

Not well, is the answer. Matt stalks up to Mox like he has anything on him, and Mox shoves him into the wall. Adam slides out of the way and watches as Matt blinks up at Mox.

“What, you’re not gonna defend your boy?” Mox asks, forearm across Matt’s chest.

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Now why on earth would I do that?” He nods to where Matt’s blinking up at Mox like the horniest baby cow on the planet. “He’s having fun.”

Matt’s cheeks turn pink.

“You are, aren’t you,” Mox laughs, leaning in a little closer. Matt’s eyes flicker over to Adam for the briefest of seconds, then back to Mox. He looks like he’s about to lean in for some sort of kiss, but then Mox steps away and laughs. “Fuck, Cowboy, you got a handful.”

“You don’t gotta tell me,” Adam says with an eye roll. “Jesus, Matt, you could be a little less obvious.”

“Hmm?” Matt mumbles.

Adam has to grab his shoulder and shove him into the venue after Mox steps aside.

~

“You’re, like, so strong,” Matt says, sitting on the table in front of Kris. Adam glances over from where he’s getting a cookie from the dessert tray. Matt’s actually swinging his legs. Adam laughs and shakes his head, and decides to watch.

“Thanks!” Kris says, beaming. “I had to work really hard to come back after the knee.”

Matt nods, all his attention on Kris, turning on the baby cow eyes. “And you’re a champion now,” he says reverently. He slides his hand to bump pinkies with Kris. “That’s, like, so impressive.”

Kris’ cheeks turn pink. “Thanks. That means a lot, from an EVP.”

Matt shifts so he can rest his hand on top of Kris’, and Adam might have to intervene if Matt keeps going. “I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”

“I could probably squat you, easy,” Kris says. She puts down her fork. “Come here.”

Matt looks like a kid on their birthday when Kris straight up grabs him and throws him over her shoulders, squatting him like it’s nothing. Matt giggles, one hand on her bicep and the other on her waist as Kris squats like it’s nothing.

“Oh, my god,” he says. Adam’s pretty sure he’d swoon if he were standing. “This is –”

“Hey, Matty, we have to get ourselves back to get dressed.” He wraps a hand around Matt’s waist and hauls him off of Kris’ shoulders. He knew what the next two words were, and telling a coworker who is technically an employee that her squatting him is his fantasy might cross a line. “Sorry, Kris. You are cool as hell, though. Send me that squat routine.”

“Yes,” Matt says, nodding emphatically. “Please send it to him.”

Kris grins and giggles. “You two are cute. Come hang out with Best Friends some time, okay? Now that you guys aren’t mean anymore, I think Orange might forgive you.” She cartwheels away.

Matt turns to Adam, frowning. “Why’d you do that?”

“Because you were about to get inappropriate.” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s temple. Then he drops his lips closer to Matt’s ear. “God, you can’t even keep it in your pants at work. How shameless.”

He laughs at the whole body shiver that floods through Matt’s body.

~

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Adam mutters, dropping his forehead in his hand.

Yuta’s got Matt pinned up against the wall with a hand around his throat. “Say that again,” Yuta growls. “I dare you.”

He’s pretty sure nobody else would notice, but Adam can see the barest hint of an outline of Matt’s hard dick in his jeans.

Matt stares at Yuta with gigantic eyes, then flutters his eyelashes.

“Let him go, Yuta,” Adam says, prying Yuta’s fingers off of Matt’s throat. Matt whimpers, and Adam does not want him to reveal why.

“He told me I wasn’t tough enough for the BCC,” Yuta says, glaring at Matt. “Make him take it back.”

“He’s goading you,” Adam says, trying to push Matt away. “Matt, dude, take it back before Yuta kills you.”

Matt looks over at Adam like Adam’s stolen his candy. “Why?”

“Because you probably want to keep your head on your body,” Adam says. “Please, keep it in your pants when it comes to people who are actually lethal.”

Yuta lights up. “You think I’m lethal?” Then the rest of the sentence process. “Wait, keep it in his – oh.” His eyes widen, and he looks over at Matt. “I, uh. Really?” He gets a soft little smile on his lips and he reaches out to bump the back of Matt’s hand with his.

“Back away from my boyfriend before I kill you,” Adam growls.

Yuta looks Adam up and down, like he’s trying to decide if it’s worth the fight. He shrugs. “Alright. But you know where to find me.” He winks at Matt and Matt giggles.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Matt.”

Matt beams and slides his hand into Adam’s. “Yeah.”

~

Matt squeezes himself between Nyla and Claudio during a companywide pep talk right before the start of Dynamite. Adam counts how long it takes before Matt starts being inappropriate. He doesn’t even get to double digits before he starts playing with Nyla’s hair.

“Matthew, you fucking idiot,” Adam mutters. “HR is right there.”

“But I was just –”

“Nope,” Adam says. He grabs Matt’s arm and yanks Matt in front of him. “Not in front of the whole company.”

“But Nyla –”

“If you say she started it, I’ll make you wait until next week.”

Matt shuts up.

~

Adam watches, almost embarrassed, during the Bucks vs. Danny and Sammy match where Matt straight up caresses Danny’s face mid match.

“He’s really at eleven tonight, isn’t he?” Kenny mutters. “What’d you do to him?”

“How the fuck is this my fault?” Adam asks. “He’s the one out there, like, presenting on live television.”

Kenny raises an eyebrow. “Because I know you, and I’m pretty sure you’re doing one of the Matt experiments you used to do back in New Japan.”

Adam opens his mouth to argue, but very quickly realizes he has no defense.

“Exactly,” Kenny says, patting Adam’s arm. “Good luck, though, Dr. Frankenstein. Have fun with your monster.”

~

Matt comes offstage and practically drags Adam into the first locker room when he’s done with the match, kissing him like he’s dying for it.

“Uh.”

Adam breaks away only for Matt to go at his neck like a horny leech to see Luchasaurus and Christian staring at them blankly. He pokes Matt’s ribs. “Matt, babe, this is the wrong room.”

“Don’t care,” Matt mumbles against his skin.

“I care,” Luchasaurus says, sounding surprisingly affronted.

Matt pulls away and blinks, and it appears at least some sense starts to return to him. “Right,” he says slowly. He grabs the handle of the door and backs away. “Right. Sorry.”

Adam smiles apologetically and follows Matt out of the room.

“We need to go to the hotel now,” Matt says, tone as urgent as if there was a bomb they had to diffuse. “Seriously. I’m gonna do something stupid.”

“Working up Yuta wasn’t stupid?”

“Shut up.”

Matt works in a furious frenzy as he packs up his stuff in the EVP room while Adam casually puts his things together. He’s done before Matt, because he’s not running around the room like a chicken with its head cut off.

He’s on his phone playing Tetris while Matt digs for a shoe when Nick comes in.

“Matt, where the eff did you go?” Nick asks. “We got backstage and you ran off. You okay?”

“He’s fine,” Adam says. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

Matt turns around, raising something black and blue triumphantly. “Found it!”

Nick looks between the two of them. “Yeah. Yeah, don’t tell me. I’d rather not be scarred today.”

Matt shoves the shoe into his bag and grabs Adam’s hand. “Come on, back to the hotel.”

“Later, Nick,” Adam says. “Don’t make any stupid choices like your brother.”

With a frown, Nick asks, “Does that imply my brother is making stupid choices, or that my brother is the stupid choice?”

“Yes.”

~

Adam sends up a quick thanks to the big guy that the cute bellhop isn’t working tonight, because Matt doesn’t get distracted the whole time through the drive, the lobby, the elevator, and the hallway. The door closes behind them and Matt’s hands are on Adam so quickly it feels almost impossible.

“Christ, let the door shut all the way,” Adam laughs. “So fuckin’ desperate.”

Matt whines, sliding his hands up Adam’s shirt. “I – yeah. Desperate.”

Adam licks his lips and grabs Matt’s hands, forcing them still. “Just can’t control yourself.” He shifts his voice a little lower, a little darker. “Can’t get enough of it, can you?”

Matt shakes his head. “No. Gotta – want your cock.”

“Not sure if you deserve it.” Adam puts his hands on Matt’s hips and pushes him toward the bathroom door. He turns Matt so he’s facing the mirror. “Look at that slut. Does he deserve to get fucked the way he wants?”

Matt bites his lip as he looks at himself in the mirror, considering the question so seriously Adam fights a smile. “Maybe?”

Adam laughs. “You tried to get it from so many people.” He trails his fingertips up and down Matt’s arms, drawing goosebumps. “Couldn’t wait for me. Maybe you don’t get it because you were so impatient.”

Matt’s lip juts out in the pout of the century. “I tried.”

“Not as hard as you should have,” Adam laughs in his ear. He grabs Matt’s hip, pulling him back against Adam’s own cock, which is already embarrassingly hard. “Mox, Kris, Nyla,” he presses a kiss to Matt’s neck in between each name, “Yuta, Danny, Claudio. And that’s only the people I saw,” Adam growls into Matt’s ear. He slides his hand into Matt’s hair and pulls it back to see Matt’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth fall open. “Who else did you whore yourself out to, huh?” He drags his lips across Matt’s cheek until he turns Matt’s head to meet his lips. Matt whimpers into his mouth, grinding his ass back against Adam’s cock. “Who else did you try to open yourself up for?”

“N-nobody else,” Matt gasps. “Only those ones. Only when you were looking.”

Adam laughs, harsh, as he moves his mouth away to bite at Matt’s earlobe. “Desperate and performing. As always.” He sighs. “Such a slut.”

Matt sighs at the word. “Mhm,” he murmurs. “Always. For you.”

“Any of them as good at is as I am?” Adam asks, sliding his fingertips into the waistband of Matt’s pants. “Any of them got a taste of what I got?”

“No,” Matt gasps, goosebumps breaking out over his skin. Adam slides his hands across Matt’s abs, up his chest to tweak nipples. “Nobody. Nobody like you.”

Adam hums in approval, rewarding Matt by sliding his hand down and cupping Matt’s hard dick through his sweats. Matt whines, hips pushing forward like he can’t stop himself, and Adam takes his hand away.

“You’re so mean,” Matt pants, dropping his head until Adam lifts his head to meet his eyes in the mirror. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You like it, though, don’t you?” Adam slowly pushes Matt’s pants down his hips, careful to make them catch on his dick. “You love it when I’m mean.”

Matt lets out a weird, wordless whimper, something drawn from deep within him, and it turns into a sob when Adam kneads his ass. “I do,” Matt whispers. “Fuck, I – I do.”

“Who do you belong to?” Adam turns Matt’s head so he looks into Matt’s blown pupils. “No matter who you go parade in front of, who do you come home to?”

“You,” Matt breathes. “Always, only you.”

“Good,” Adam laughs into his year. “Brace yourself on the counter, baby. And don’t you dare look away from that mirror.”

Matt nods, mouth still open.

Adam pulls the lube off the counter where he’d put it earlier today. He slides a finger in easy, always so easy, Matt is for him, and Matt cries out.

“Eyes open,” Adam snaps, and Matt obeys. “You take a finger so easy. Just like a whore to be so open about it.”

Matt whines, and it’s clear how hard he’s fighting to watch himself in the mirror. His eyes meet Adam’s in their reflection. “Please. Please, Adam, I want – only your cock, forever.”

Adam bookmarks that for later, because interesting, and slides in a second finger, scissoring to open Matt up further. Matt makes a choked off sound. “Yeah?” Adam asks. “That what you want? That what my good slut wants?”

Matt shakes his head. “No,” he gasps. “No, not enough, you know. You know I want you, Adam, I want you.”

He runs a third finger around Matt’s rim. “Yeah?”

Matt nods, and shouts as Adam slides the third finger in. He’s half sobbing in desperation now, fucking himself back on Adam’s fingers so relentlessly that Adam wonders if he could get off just watching it.

And he slides his fingers out without warning.

The noise Matt makes is almost a hiccup, and he glares, burning red, at Adam. But he doesn’t look away from the mirror.

“Good boy,” Adam murmurs, lips to Matt’s temple. “Look at you, following directions for once. What a good little slut.”

Matt nods, mouth so red and wanting that Adam has to turn his head to kiss him. He slicks himself up with one hand while he slides the other around Matt’s neck.

“Mine,” he growls into Matt’s mouth.

Matt pulls back, eyes huge and sweet. “Yours.”

He shifts Matt back to the counter. “Lean over, baby, you better hold on.” And he slides home.

Adam has been doing a damned good job of pretending the whole day wasn’t riling him up, wasn’t bringing him to the brink of sanity to fuck Matt in the middle of the ring. But now, feeling that slick heat clench around him, seeing Matt’s ecstatic expression, Adam finally admits to himself that he’s been just as desperate this whole time. He and Matt go a little wild with it, as he pounds into Matt without a second thought and Matt grips the counter with white knuckles.

“Don’t stop,” Matt whimpers. “Don’t you – give it to me like the whore I am.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Oh. Interesting.”

Matt nods. “I – I’m a slut, right?” He smiles at Adam in the mirror, but it falls away for a particularly devastating roll of his eyes. “So fuck me like one.”

Adam’s never been good at saying no to Matt, especially when he gets so gone that he’s swearing. Adam feels surrounded by Matt, his scent, his scorching heat, his noises, and thinks he could do this forever. Matt’s practically singing for him, from Adam’s name to desires for more to pleas to go harder. Adam does his best to oblige.

“Matt,” he gasps. “Matt, god, I love you.” He curls a hand around Matt’s hip and another around his cock.

“I thought you were being mean today,” Matt teases, grinning at him in the mirror.

“Can’t,” Adam whimpers. “Not now.”

Matt giggles and tangles his fingers with Adam’s at his hip. “I – god, so close – I love you too.”

Adam comes without warning, so hard his brain spins, deep within Matt. He has the sense to keep stroking Matt’s cock until he feels Matt’s cock spurt, hot and wet, all over his hand and the counter. He rests his head between Matt’s shoulder blades, coming down from somewhere near Neptune, and stays there until he can breathe steadily again.

“Did you mean it?” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to Matt’s tanned skin.

“Mean what?” Matt asks. He wiggles so Adam’s cock slips out of him and turns so he’s facing Adam. “You know I love you.”

Adam looks up and smiles at Matt, at his wrecked hair, at his red face. “The forever part,” he murmurs, brushing a rogue lock of hair off Matt’s face.

Matt looks away for a second, then turns those absurd eyes back on Adam. “I did.”

“Good,” Adam says, grinning. He thinks he must look just about as wrecked as Matt. He turns them around to look in the mirror. “I think forever works for me.”

~

Mini Playlist:

Desperate Measures - Marianas Trench

Take Me on the Floor - The Veronicas

Instigator - Kaci Brown

Mirrors- Natalia Kills

#HangMatt #Look at me being a HangMatt mark like always #I regret nothing but also everything #You know how it is #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson #Check the tags on this one I went a little bonkers here #the matt experiments

[shivunin]

✨9 Ship Songs✨

Rules: List nine songs for one of your ships

Tagged by @brother-genitivi---Thank you so much! I am always delighted by any opportunity to talk music c:

I didn't want to pick one ship, so here are three songs for each of my canon DA ships instead (I have great playlists for all of them that I want to show off haha), so nine total split across the three.

So:

Arianwen/Zevran

The Killing Kind by Marianas Trench (YT link)

The ghost in me was true but you were haunted too just didn't see it all along. Nevermore to leave here, nevermore to leave here You should never be here I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know my love can be the killing kind.

Howl by Florence + The Machine (YT Link)

If you could only see The beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your bleeding heart

Got Weird by dodie (YT Link)

I got weird when we made out What a goddamn kiss to think about Poured a drink all over my wiring Short a fuse, all cylinders firing It got weird when we made out Clearly I've got shit to figure out Baby, baby, please don't hate me Call me up again, I won't get weird

Maria/Fenris

Francesca by Hozier (YT Link)

Now that it's done there's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm since I was born How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'd tell them "put me back in it." ... I would still be surprised I could find you, Darling, in any life

reckless driving by Lizzy McAlpine (YT Link) (with Maria singing the man's part)

Now we're at 180 and I can finally see but then it's over in a second, crashed the car into the tree Yeah, I can see it all happen You'd rather die than take your eyes off me

Lose Myself by Lera Lynn (YT Link)

Don't want to talk Don't want to listen You'll just convince me That you're what I'm missing If I stay longer, I know what I'll do I'll lose myself in you

Emmaera/Cullen

Dark Doo Wop by MS MR (YT Link)

The world is gonna burn, burn, burn, burn As long as we're going down Baby you should stick around It's all gone to shit; it's out of our hands Baby if you could, I know: you would hatch a plan That's my, that's my man

You and Me on the Rock by Brandi Carlile (YT Link)

I'll build my house up on this rock, baby, every day with you There's nothin in that town I need after everything we've been through. Me out in my garden And you out on your walk Is all the distance this poor girl can take without listening to you talk I don't need their money, baby Just you and me on the rock

Photograph by Cody Fry (YT Link)

If I wished myself a superpower I would make this moment last for hours If I had my will, time would just stand still Wait for me until I find some magic film To take a photograph and live inside I need some way to prove that this was real A memory is not enough I'm scared that I'll forget the way it feels To be young and in love Let me stay right here---just a moment longer The picture is so clear Please let this last forever

Tagging (no pressure): @greypetrel @demandthedoodles @star--nymph @vakarians-babe @scribbledquillz @zenstrike @gaysebastianvael @transprincecaspian @ndostairlyrium @gvnseylike @idolsgf @layalu @bitchesofostwick @jtownnn and YOU

Tell me what music you like for your fellas!!

#music #tag game #zevwen #maria/fenris #cullemma #arianwen tabris #maria hawke #emmaera lavellan #this took me longer than it should have lol. like which songs best exemplify them? there are sixty some songs on the maria one #had to discard three songs about devouring your lover in favor of howl for wen #also man. i need a better ship name for maria and fenris :/ #i just hate throwing these things in the main tag you know?

[thotkiing]

A PLAYLIST TO MY FAVORITE PERSON.

@thriveinthepanic

( song list below the cut. )

ONE. home sweet home / motley crue !

--- " take me to your heart ! feel me in your bones ! "

TWO. waiting for superman / daughtry!

--- " falling apart, waiting for superman to pick her up ! "

THREE. chokehold / sleep token !

--- " even if it hurts me, even if I can't sleep, show me the way ! "

FOUR. endlessly / the cab !

--- " I'm not perfect but I swear I'm perfect for you ! "

FIVE. kiss me slowly / parachute !

--- " taste your lips and feel your skin. "

SIX. if it means a lot to you / a day to remember !

--- " tell me something sweet to get me by ! "

SEVEN. you found me / the fray !

--- " lost and insecure, you found me. "

EIGHT. good to you / marianas trench !

--- " and i do want you know that I'll hold you above everyone. "

NINE. into your arms / the maine !

--- " let me back into your arms, into your arms. "

TEN. beside you / marianas trench !

--- " and if your heart wears thin, I'll hold you up. "

ELEVEN. be your everything / boys like girls !

--- " I'll be your shelter, I'll be your storm. I'll make you shiver and I'll keep you warm. "

TWELVE. I'm with you / avril lavigne !

--- " won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new? "

THIRTEEN. follow you / bring me the horizon !

--- " promise me you'll never leave my side. "

FOURTEEN. yellow / coldplay !

--- " look at the stars, look how they shine for you. "

FIFTEEN. I wanna be your slave / maneskin.

--- " I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric. "

SIXTEEN. I was made for lovin' you / kiss !

--- " tonight I wanna give it all to you. in the darkness, so much I wanna do. "

SEVENTEEN. leave a light on / papa roach !

--- " but when I see you fading in the dark, I'll leave a light on for you. "

EIGHTEEN. no matter what / papa roach !

--- " we're indestructible, we are untouchable. nothing can take us down tonight. "

NINETEEN. wait a minute my girl / volbeat !

--- " summers almost over and I want you to know that I won't live a moment without ya. "

TWENTY. your guardian angel / red jumpsuit apparatus !

--- " seasons are changing and waves are crashing and stars are falling for us. "

TWENTY TWO. with me / sum 41

--- " cause it's true, I am nothing without you. "

TWENTY THREE. my heart I surrender / I prevail !

--- " I have a thought of you for every star in the sky. "

TWENTY FOUR. daylily / movements !

--- " and I think it's time you had a pink cloud summer cause it's been too long since you've smiled. "

TWENTY FIVE. heaven sent / movements !

--- " I can hear you singing my songs in the shower when your soft and hazy. "

TWENTY SIX. empty with you / the used !

--- " you can be empty and I can be right here empty with you. "

TWENTY SEVEN. fell in love / blink 182 !

--- " I don't miss the days before I fell for you. "

TWENTY EIGHT. my love mine all mine / mitski !

--- " nothing in the world belongs to me but my love mine, all mine, all mine. "

TWENTY NINE. touching yourself / the japanese house !

--- " now I'm picturing you and your touching yourself. "

THIRTY. call me little sunshine / ghost !

--- " when you feel all alone just me, little sunshine. "

#// this took two hours and i refuse to do it again thank u #rb.task2

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Confessions of an Imperial Concubine

Chapter Ten: I Promsied Myself I Wouldn’t Let You Complete Me

AO3 Author’s note/glossary/info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

I know a love like this will end in tragedy. You know every kiss suspendin’ gravity. Burns us both to love this close; we lose ourselves and I know we won’t get out alive.- Marianas Trench, Only the Lonely Survive

Since her accidental mental confession, Sera had been very careful about not giving voice to her feelings towards Paul. But four months into pregnancy, it was… difficult.

She hadn’t meant to fall in love with him. Truly, she hadn’t. There were still parts of him, parts of his life, that she was disgusted with— the concubines and the war, namely, though she understood the reasoning behind the two in a way she hadn’t before. As it happened, emperors couldn’t refuse concubines without insulting their families and were gifted them upon his ascension to the throne. As for the war, she’d learned that Paul had seen the future if he were to not take the throne, and apparently, the path he’d chosen had less death than the alternative. She was Hetaera now, and he never so much as looked at anyone else, that was true, but she knew he’d tire of her before too much longer and return to Caroline and Annette and the others.

He didn’t love her, and that was fine. Sera didn’t mind, not really. Well, alright, she did to an extent, but it was nothing she hadn’t expected. She’d always known he would never love her. It was only after she’d gotten to know him, truly know him, that she’d wanted otherwise from him, that she’d wanted him to love her. 

Paul doted on her a great deal, that was true. She had the finest gowns in existence, and more jewels and soostones than she knew what to do with. He gave her rare books and, after he’d discovered her pregnancy, had had one of the rooms in their shared suite turned into a library for her. He only wanted the highest quality foods for her, and it had therefore taken a great deal of convincing for him to allow her to eat street food when she was craving it. The savory delicacies he so enjoyed feeding her by hand were lovely in their own right, but sometimes, she just wanted the stew her grandmother used to make, or the deep fried sweetbreads she’d occasionally managed to swipe when the markets on Beakkal were busy enough. Her parents used to feed her a great deal of bread, true, but nothing like the honey-sweetened fried wonders that street vendors sold, and she’d been craving them all the more in her pregnancy.

Each time Paul gave her a new dress, he took great pleasure in stripping it off her, kissing and sucking bruises into her bare skin as he went. He liked to hold her at night, tell her he’d never let her go, never let her leave him. When he thrust himself inside her, he would get so close to her that she sometimes forgot where she ended and he began. 

So yes, he doted on her a great deal, but he didn’t feel for her as she did for him, and truth be told, that was for the best. If he did, it would hurt all the more when he lost interest in her and returned to her sister concubines. But still, she adored him. 

She was disgusted with him, though. He’d fathered children with other women. Children she’d grown to care for. She’d grown to care for the women, too—women he owned—, and that made her feelings for him all the more difficult. 

But if she could only have him for this short time, she might as well enjoy it, she decided. So she cherished the sweet words he whispered to her, the nights he held her against him, kissing her bare skin and telling her how lovely she was, how pleased he was that he had her for his own, to be the one to father her children.

The thought of him with anyone else made her stomach churn and her skin crawl, but he was Emperor and could do as he wished. And anyway, she’d known what she was getting into when she’d first allowed him to kiss her.

Paul was still inside her the first time he’d asked her.

Or commanded her, to be more accurate.

His head was between her breasts, his lips against her skin. “Sera,” he murmured. She felt him prop himself up on his elbows as he gazed at her.

She hummed softly in response, not bothering to open her eyes. She was tired, the way she always was after he took her.

Cupping her cheek, Paul said, “Look at me, darling. Please.”

She adored when he called her that— darling. It made her feel tingly and content. She opened her eyes to find him smiling softly at her. “Sera,” he said again.

She looked at him expectantly.

“Be mine.”

She smiled contentedly at him. “I am yours.”

He shook his head, curls falling in his beautiful face. “No,” he murmured softly, “I want you to have a title no one else has. I want you as my High Concubine.”

Sera must’ve heard him wrong. She’d heard from the others that High Concubine was essentially a step down from Empress— the Emperor’s favorite, but with a title and headdress to go along with it. There was only ever one of them, and it was generally for life. There were even instances—rare instances, to be sure, but they certainly existed—of some of Paul’s predecessors marrying their High Concubines eventually. 

Many emperors went their entire reign without a High Concubine. Paul was well into his sixth year without one. He was the Emperor of the Known Universe. He’d been born into a Great House, had his family and status stolen from him— seen the death of all things and fought and bled his way to the throne to prevent it from happening, or so Sera had been told recently. And now he was telling her—a nameless little nobody from an insignificant little planet—that he wanted her for the rest of her life?

Unlikely. 

So yes, she must’ve heard him wrong.  

Her breathing stopped and she froze for several seconds before her eyes widened in shock.

“W— what?” she stuttered.

“I want you as my High Concubine,” Paul repeated, his smile widening.

Overcoming her shock and realizing what was happening—he was overtired and had lost his senses—, Sera rolled her eyes. He said the oddest things sometimes. “Oh, hush, Paul,” she scoffed. “Go to sleep. You know how illogical you get when you’re tired.”

He frowned. “I’m perfectly awake, thank you. I’ve wanted to ask you for weeks.”

“You didn’t ask me,” she pointed out, “you told me. And it’s nonsense anyway.”

“It’s not nonsense,” her lover insisted, taking her hand in his and pressing soft kisses to her knuckles. “I want you to belong to me, my darling.” More kisses. “My everything.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” she snapped.

He sat up, pulling out of her in the process, his frown deepening as he looked down at her. “I’m not. I want to be with you. I want you to have a throne next to mine so that I can hold your hand. I want everyone to know what you are to me, to know how precious you are to me.”

“The last few are already the case,” Sera reminded him, “and as for the first, you have me sit in your lap most of the time anyway, whether you’re on your throne or not.”

He shook his head. “That’s not enough. I want to introduce you as my High Concubine. I want to see you bear my children.”

“You already introduce me as your Hetaera,” she reminded him helpfully, “and I will bear your children, you know that. I’m very obviously pregnant, as you can see,” she gestured to her stomach before continuing, “but I’m not the first woman to fulfill that role, and I certainly won’t be the last.”

Paul’s frown morphed into an expression of shock and offense. “I would never be unfaithful to you!”

She blinked at him. “I’m your concubine, Paul,” she said slowly, as if he were a child. “You have thirteen more of those, if you’ll recall. You can’t be unfaithful to me by sleeping with them.” The bitterness in her voice when she spoke of this possibilty betrayed how truly awful it made her feel. 

“I haven’t touched half of them,” he reminded her, “and you’re the most important one, you may as well already be my High Concubine—“

“Oh yes,” Sera cut in sarcastically, “Just over half. Very impressive restraint on your part.”

“I thought we were past this,” he told her. “I thought you understood that it meant nothing to me, that you’re the only one of them who’s ever been special to me in this way—“

She scoffed, looking off to the side. “Special to you? They’re the mothers of your children.”

“And you’ll be the mother of my heirs,” he said firmly. “More than that, you’ll be the mother of the only children I’ve truly wanted. I love my daughters, of course I do, but... With them, or their mothers, at least, it was an obligation and nothing more. I want children with you.”

“And you’ll have them,” she told him. “I’ve said as much. I’ll give you as many children as you please for as long as you want me.”

“For as long as I—“ Paul cut himself off. “Do you think I’m going to stop wanting you?”

Sera grimaced, considering his words. “I suppose you’ll probably summon me to your bed on occasion even after you’ve tired of me for the most part,” she mused. 

“No,” he said vehemently. “I want you. I don’t want anyone else, and that’s never going to change.”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “You’re never going to look any older than you do now, glow-eyes,” she pointed out. “I’m going to age. You’ll lose interest by the time I’m forty at the absolute oldest. And even if you didn’t, you’re going to live a good two hundred years longer than me. So, like I said, this is ridiculous.”

Paul stared at her for several seconds before he spoke again. “Do you honestly think I would ever let that happen?”

“Even the Emperor of the Known Universe can’t control the aging process.”

“I absolutely can,” he informed her seriously. “I never intend to be without you. You must know that I wouldn’t allow you not to take spice.”

“Wouldn’t allow me? Since when do you tell me what I can and can’t do?” she snapped in irritation. 

“I’m the Emperor,” he reminded her. “I have the right to tell anyone what they can and can’t do. I could command you to be my High Concubine if I wanted to.”

“How dare—“

“But I would never do that,” he went on, reaching for her hand. She tried to snatch it away, but he was quick, his fingers wrapping around hers firmly. “I want you to want this just as much as I do. I want you to want me just as much as I want you.”

Sera sighed, closing her eyes on the frustration his face brought. “Paul…”

“Don’t you want to be with the man you love?” he asked softly, his voice barely even a whisper.

She froze, her eyes slowly opening.

“What?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t be able to tell?” He was smiling softly at her, threading his fingers through hers. “I can see the future, the past, the present, and into people’s minds without even looking at them, and you thought I wouldn’t know when you fell in love with me?”

Well. That was true. He could do those things. Sera knew he could. Of course he’d be able to tell that she loved him. How could she have forgotten? She had hoped he wouldn’t be able to tell, wouldn’t notice how she felt. All this time, she’d been hoping that if she just didn’t project her thoughts of love at him, he wouldn’t figure it out.

Flushing and looking away, she said nothing for a moment. “How long have you known?”

He was silent for a beat. “Since Eden was born.”

God, he’d known how she felt for months. He’d known how she felt when he’d kissed her, when he’d taken her to bed… Sera clenched her eyes shut, her face flaming in humiliation. 

“It’s alright,” Paul assured her gently, cupping her cheek and turning her face to look at him again. “I knew you would.”

She frowned. “What’re you talking about?”

He paused as if in thought before seeming to come to a decision. “I knew you would love me long before I met you.”

“You had visions of it?” she breathed, eyes wide in shock.

He nodded. “I knew you were meant for me. I knew you’d love me.”

“So…” A nervous gulp. “That future you told me about. The one you described, of us together years from now, with children, that…”

He nodded silently.

“Paul, I—“

“Don’t you want that with me?” he asked insistently. “You do, I know you do, I can feel it.” Then, after several seconds, “Say yes, Sera. Say yes. Please.”

She sat up, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders. “I can’t,” she whispered, staring down at her lap.

“Why not?”

“It’s a lifelong contract, isn’t it?” she asked tentatively. “Agreeing to be High Concubine is for life?”

He smiled slightly at her, glancing briefly up at her hair where the headdress would sit if she accepted. “It is.”

“Then I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Paul frowned. “Why?” 

“Because you’ll tire of me eventually,” she whispered miserably. “I know you will.”

“I won’t,” Paul insisted firmly. “I’ll never have enough of you.”

Sera sighed. She didn’t know how else to get this across without being blunt. “I cannot pledge myself to a man who has other women at his disposal. I cannot pledge myself to a man who will father children with other women after I’m bound to him. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

He took both her hands then, lifting them to kiss her knuckles again, his blue-blue gaze boring into her. “Have I been with anyone else since I promised you I wouldn’t?” he asked softly, seriously. “Since our first night together, I have spent nearly each one after with you in my arms. You know that.”

“Yes,” she agreed, “for now. And soon, you’ll grow bored of me.”

He shook his head. “I’ll only ever want you.”

How can you possibly know that if you don’t love me?

“I know about your time with the Fremen,” she said softly, looking away.

She heard the confused frown in his voice when he spoke. “Everyone knows about that. I was with them for years.”

She shook her head, her curls falling in her face. Things were different on Beakkal. No one shared a bed if there was no emotion between them. It simply didn’t happen.

“Sera,” Paul cut into her thoughts gently, “what is it, darling? Tell me.”

He could be so stubborn when he wanted to know something.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she finally gave in. “The rites they have,” she explained, “I’ve read about them. I know you…”

“If you mean when they take spice,” Paul told her quietly, “I was present for that, yes, but I didn’t have you yet.” He reached for one of her hands again. “I didn’t love you yet.”

All thought left her mind, all breath her lungs.

“What?” she finally managed to choke out.

“I hadn’t fallen in love with you yet,” he told her, his gaze never leaving hers as he lifted the hand he held to press a soft, gentle kiss to her knuckles.

Now you’ve gone and mucked it up, she thought furiously. It’ll hurt like a bitch now, dammit.

“What’d the hell you go and do that for?” Sera demanded. 

Paul seemed amused at this. “Was I not supposed to?”

“No,” she hissed vehemently. “No, you weren’t.”

“And why not?”

“Because— because—“ she sputtered, “because it’ll hurt that much more when you decide you’re done with me!”

He crawled back on top of her, kissing her deeply. “Sera,” he said firmly when he pulled back to look at her, “hear me now: I will never be done with you. Never.” His hand slid between her legs again, stroking where she was still wet from how good he’d given it to her before.

“Don’t be jealous of anyone from my past,” he murmured. “As if any of those women could hold a candle to you, anyway.”

She huffed a wet, somewhat sardonic laugh. “And the men? Could the men hold a candle to me?”

He exhaled through his nose, the sound almost a chuckle. “There were no men,” he told her. “At least, not with me— but if there had been, it wouldn’t matter now.”

She didn’t say anything. Couldn’t say anything.

“Sera,” he said softly. “Please, darling. Tell me what I have to do to get you to agree. Please.”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“Please,” he was practically begging. Despite this, he teased her with the tip of his cock at her entrance. “I’d give you the stars if you wanted them.”

She gasped, lifting her hips in an attempt to take him inside her. Desperate, her inhibitions gone, she admitted, “I just want you to love me back.”

That seemed to be too much for Paul, because he immediately thrust himself inside her to the hilt, leaning down to capture her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. “I do,” he swore, beginning to roll his hips into hers. “I swear. My darling, my Sera. My love.”

She moaned and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, lost to sensation. 

“I love you,” he insisted as he rocked his hips into hers. “I never want to be parted from you.” He stroked her cheek, nuzzling her nose with his. “I love your laugh; how loud it gets when you can’t keep it in.” Another thrust. “I love how the green in your eyes is only visible if you look closely, as if it’s for me and me alone.” Another. “I love that you spend hours reading and sometimes you don’t even notice how much time has passed.” Another. “I love the way you look at me, like I’m not the Emperor, but instead just a man you fell in love with.” Another.

“Paul—“ she gasped, her eyes filling with tears.

“Shh,” he hushed her gently, wiping the tears off her cheeks before they could fall. “Say yes, darling. Please. Say you’ll always belong to me.”

Sera reached up and tangled a hand in his hair, pulling him down to kiss her.

“I was yours before I even existed,” she told him ardently, needing him to understand, truly understand, how deep her feelings for him ran. “I’ve been yours since before time began, and I’ll be yours after it stops.”

He reached down with one hand and held her hip tightly, squeezing the flesh and kneading the skin there. “If you’re mine,” he growled into her mouth, “if you’ve always been mine, then why do you refuse me?”

“I’m afraid,” she admitted.

“Why?” Paul demanded, kissing her neck, her collarbones, her breasts. “I want nothing more than to take care of you. Why do you fear that?”

“I’m terrified you’ll hurt me,” she confessed tearfully. “You’ll break my heart, and I’ll let you. I can’t help myself.”

“Sera,” he groaned, holding her close as he rocked his hips. “I’d never hurt you. I’d slaughter anyone who tried to hurt you, tried to take you from me.”

She frowned at that.

“I told you that first night that I wanted every piece of you,” he reminded her, thrusting a bit harder now. “Do you remember how you pledged yourself to me? Promised you’d never leave me?”

“Yes,” she gasped, lifting her pelvis to meet his. 

“I want your heart, too,” he practically growled. “Give me your heart, Sera.”

“You have it,” she whimpered, clutching at him, needing him closer. “I never wanted you to, but you have it anyway.”

Paul cupped her cheek and kissed her with such passion it was almost terrifying. “Don’t regret what we have,” he begged. “Please don’t tell me you regret this. That you regret me.”

Wrapping her legs around his, she breathed, “I could never regret you, Paul.”

He groaned at her admission and slid his arms beneath her to pick her up slightly off the mattress and hold her against him. “Then say yes, my love,” he pleaded. “Don’t deny me this. I’ll give you anything you ask for. I swear it.”

Sera bit her lip anxiously, considering. He clearly wanted this with her. He wouldn’t have asked otherwise, nor would he be so insistent. He didn’t even seem to mind that she loved him— in fact, he seemed thrilled by it. She wanted him for the rest of her life, of course she did, but did he really love her?

“Paul,” she said softly, and he hummed against her neck in acknowledgement. Taking a deep breath and trying to find the words she needed over the exquisitely distracting feeling of him moving within her, she finally asked, “Have you ever been in love before?”

He froze, and she realized he hadn’t been expecting that question.

Pulling back from her to look in her eyes, he searched her face. Finally, “Once.”

Jealousy churned in her stomach. “What happened?”

“I left for Arrakis,” he informed her. “She married another man.”

She took a deep breath before speaking. “Did she love you?”

“Yes,” he admitted, “but she’s happy with her husband now.”

Sera sighed, closing her eyes and nodding.

He pulled her close again, his bare chest against her own. “Don’t be jealous, love,” he murmured into her mess of curls. “I haven’t thought of her in years.” A kiss to her hair. “I only want you.”

She couldn’t help it— tears filled her eyes again. She’d gotten so goddamn emotional after getting pregnant.

“Say yes,” Paul begged once more, rocking his hips slowly into hers, his length moving deliciously inside her. “Please, my darling. Please. Don’t deny me this.”

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck softly. “Okay,” she finally acquiesced. “If you really do love me, then… okay.”

Paul held her tighter, driving into her a bit harder but not faster. She moaned low in her throat, and he kissed her breasts.

“I never would’ve let you leave me regardless, you know,” he informed her, each thrust harsher than the last. “You were always meant to belong to me, and I to you.” 

Joy filled Sera's heart, and he peppered her face with kisses.

“But now,” he went on, “now everyone will know that you will always be my woman, that no one can take you from me. One look at you and they’ll know you are above all others. You will be the mother of my heirs, of the next emperor. You will be by my side until I leave this world, and I will follow you wherever we go after that.”

She was outright sobbing by that point, overcome with emotion, and he stroked her hair reassuringly. “I love you so much, Paul,” she sniffled. “I can’t hold it in anymore. I’ve tried, but I can’t. I love you too much to keep it in.”

“Good,” he growled, taking her lower lip between his teeth and tugging gently as he drove into her. “Never hide it from me again. Never, you understand?” When she nodded, he went on, “I want to feel it. I want to hear it. Let me feel your love, my darling, and I’ll shower you with mine.”

Sera smiled through her tears, planting her feet on the mattress and lifting her hips to meet his. 

“I love you,” she breathed. “I love you, Paul.”

“And I love you,” he growled, grasping her hips and taking her roughly now. “Oh, Sera,” he moaned, her name sounding like a prayer on his lips. “I’m going to cum, darling. I want to cum inside you.”

“Fill me,” she encouraged.

“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching between them to rub at her clit while fucking into her harder. “Cum for me first. Please.”

Paul was always so sweet with her, so generous. He kept thrusting and rubbing her clit with that expert precision that drove her wild, and it wasn’t long before she burst.

Her walls were still pulsating and clenching down on him when he moaned her name against her neck and came inside her.

Afterwards, he wouldn’t let her go, not even for half a second.

“I’m gonna stay right here,” he told her, stroking her stomach affectionately as they traded slow, lazy kisses. “I’m not pulling out. I’m going to stay inside you until I want you again.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “At least let me turn over so I can sleep, would you?”

He frowned but allowed her to do as she’d asked, spooning her with his softening cock still buried inside her.

A few hours later, he hardened inside her and woke her up with his thrusts.

Sera had never been so content in all her life. 

Yes, I know, finally they confessed! Yay! I’m so proud of them.

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3, 5, 7, 9 for the fic asks? as a treat??

Always a treat! I am so pro-treat!

3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from 5 times Tyler and Taylor had wicked bad sex (and 1 time they got it together)? 

Ooooh, I'd probably say the entire final chapter? If that's not cheating? It was great to write them essentially unpacking their emotional vulnerability and I really tried hard to layer it in their words, their actions, and the morning after. It's not just about them having good sex for the first time, it's about them opening up to one another, and I wanted it reflected in how they make eye contact, have sex face to face, and kiss/cuddle a lot more tenderly. And, of course, the intro of my beloved Mr. Snugglebug.

5. Do you listen to music when writing? 

Sometimes! It depends on what mood I'm in. Sometimes I'm big into lyrics I feel fit with the theme (like the new FOB album for some of my current WIPs, The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel for my Marcheron WIP, and Honey by Lovers Electric for my Winner's Room verse), but a lot of the time I listen to Christmas instrumental piano music or Christmas ambiance? I find it really helps me get in the writing zone for some reason.

7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of? 

A tricky one! Obviously I was super proud of publishing my first ever fic in 2021 after decades of being too scared to post anything fandom-related, so that's a kind of pride. But I'd change a lot about that fic now, to be honest. I love all of our headcanons and I hope to make them fic someday, but I feel really different about headcanons than fic (probably because I feel like it's so much easier and more fun to write headcanons than it is to write fic – no pesky editing). I think maybe overall proudest is either we can't accept (what we do not get to choose) or the tide is high (but i'm holding on) because they're two fics where I think I really kind of found my voice as a writer outside of strictly porn without plot – they're definitely porn with plot/feelings.

9. If you had to assign a theme song to 5 times Tyler and Taylor had wicked bad sex (and 1 time they got it together), which would you assign? 

From a pure hilarity point of view, Haven't Had Enough by Marianas Trench. From something a little bit softer, Can't Help Falling in Love With You by Elvis.

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Marianas Trench Lyric Prompt List

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- Shut up and kiss me

- Im losing, and this is my real life

- I’ve been blaming mysel

- I want you all to myself

- I can’t keep my fucking mouth shut

- Make me feel like someone else

- I like to push and push it until my luck is over

- I pray at the church of asses in the seats

- I can’t depend in the end I thought you were my friend

- You and I might not be the best thing

- I just wish we could go back one more time and begin it

- I still need ya

- Dont mean to tease ya

- We've been stuck now so long

- I could spill my guts out, wearing my best little girl pout

- This is not the man I hoped to be

- All my faces are alibis

- Theres nothing familiar here anymore

- Maybe you wont be able to recognize me now

- Make me skin and bones

- It only hurt a bit and i still feel like shit

- You’re fucking pushing me

- Another piece of me is gone again

- I’ll burn this palace down

- I wont see you a while

- I spoke to you, in cautious tones

- My silence is self defence

- I breathe disaster

- I could be your perfect disaster

- Please, theres a better bit of me to see

- We’ll toast to what could’ve been

- At least tonight we’ll still pretend

- Already taken me forever to try

- You can take or leave me, but I wont ever be anywhere but here

- Just can’t get away from myself

- Wide awake that i feel like someone else

- But I came back to you broken

- Can’t get where i belong

- Who do you love

- If your heart wears thin i will hold you up

- I’ll be right beside you

- Can we just say the rest with no sound

- Maybe I only see what I want

- I miss the stupid things

- Take me with you

- Is it bad enough to call it off

- I kinda got arrested

- I’m the king of second chancing

- This is where youre dead wrong

- Kiss me, just once. For luck

- Just come back to bed

- Now i wake up and i forget that you are gone

- Is your face still sore

- What a cheap perfume

- I know what you scream about

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