#wow my mind goes dark places sometimes

[angelcent]

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 — S. GOJO

older, professor gojo who couldn't resist his darling student assistant.

contents. age difference (picturing him in his late 40s), university au, slight manipulation, power dynamics, reader idolizes gojo. 900 wc.

an entire weekend with professor gojo.

all expenses paid for by the university and in a major city you've only seen in your dreams. you almost can’t believe it, but the words were clear as your professors eyes. it’s a big step in your academic journey, one that could potentially affect your future career. but it’s school—business—professional.

so why were there butterflies roaming around in your belly? why was your heartbeat picking up the way it did when your crushes would smile at you?

"oh, wow. um, that's—" you stammer, mind all over the place. caught between excitement and anxiety. while you think you already know the answer, you just have to ask. for whose sake, you're not sure. "will it be just us? or will the others come too?"

professor gojo smiles, easy and relaxed as always as he sits behind his desk; his broad shoulders dwarfing the width of his overpriced leather chair. in his tailored dark button down and slacks that don't fail to hide the pure muscle he holds despite his age.

his smile should settle you, and while you admire the man's effortless confidence, it makes you uneasy at times. makes you feel small—like a wide-eyed little girl before her hero.

eager to please. to obey. and you're afraid that you like it.

"nah. just you and me, kid. you're my assistant and you're all i need, right? you can handle everything?"

"well, yes, but—"

"but what? what's the problem then?" he frowns in confusion, looking up at you from beneath his reading glasses. the faint lines of his age are more prominent when lips turn down in displeasure, and it's not fair how he's still so handsome. "this is the biggest conference of the year. y'know, big opportunity for you and all that. thought you'd be more excited."

suddenly, you feel silly for being anything but excited. the shame and sting of being reprimanded burns at the back of your neck, even though professor gojo has never raised his voice or talked down to you. he'd been so excited about it just now, and you feel guilty for upsetting him. all because of—what, exactly? girlish fantasies that involve someone like him possibly being interested in you? the thought brings you back down to earth. it reminds you that this is an opportunity you'd be stupid to miss out on and satoru gojo wants you to accompany him.

as subtly as you can, you click your phone on, tapping away to your messages. "n-no. i am excited and very grateful, sir. please, i can't thank you enough for asking me to go. this will help so much with graduate school or maybe a doctorate program." you bite your lip, glancing down quickly at your boyfriend's name and messages opened. "i just..."

the desk chair squeaks slightly as professor gojo shifts back on it, sharp blue eyes catching your phone. the corner of his full lips raise up in a slight smirk. teasing. "I see. gotta ask that boyfriend of yours for permission first?”

permission. your cheeks flood with heat, all the way to the tips of your ears. it’s difficult to not squirm under your professors gaze, but there’s a reason he's the tenured head of the department. why he occupies one of the best offices in the entire university, a view of the school's famous grand courtyard and library right behind him. his words sting deep in your gut because he's right. essentially, you want your boyfriend to be okay with this first.

professor gojo watches as your mouth opens and closes a few times, unable to put any words together. your shoulders draw in slightly, as if trying to hide away from him and any judgement.

it pulls at his heartstrings, makes him want to kiss the wound he inflicted. while he likes to tease and sometimes goes a little too far, he’d never want to make you uncomfortable. his eyes soften. “hey. I’m only joking, kid. but don't let that brat make decisions for you, got it? you’ve gotta live your life for yourself.”

you nod obediently with a soft smile, warm from his morning sun eyes. "i won't, i promise! thank you again, sir.”

"atta girl." professor gojo murmurs, gaze lingering on your lips. “you can call me satoru from now on.”

the thing is, satoru knows exactly what it does to you to by being open and understanding like this. mature. the way a man of his age and prestige should be—nothing like an immature boy who probably doesn’t clean his ass. your boyfriend who’s jealous of all the time you spend with satoru, despite the fact he’s never openly shown any interest in you.

openly is the key.

because satoru wants it on record that he did attempt to keep his feelings to himself and his dick in his pants. in his decades long academic career, he’s never crossed a boundary with a student, no matter how many gorgeous girls and boys threw themselves at him. back when you were just his student taking his class—he only offered you to be his TA because he appreciated your intellect, wit, and easygoing personality. nothing more.

but you were just too charming, too pretty to resist. and you're just so eager to please him that soon enough satoru found himself sharpening his fangs. that predatory hunger for you has him insatiable, using your own insecurities against you in order to make you his.

starting with this weekend together. away from that boyfriend who doesn't deserve you.

#starring: satoru gojo #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #starring: gojo satoru

[virgo-dream]

Flowing

based on this lovely post and @softest-punk’s ficlet on the reblogs. it scratched my brain so good I actually wrote something!!! this miracle took at least 76 lazari.

dreamling, t4t, fluff, all that good stuff. not beta’ed we die like Hob doesn’t yadda yadda yadda, idk how many words it’s 4:30am and I’m eepy and hungy wow

Dream’s fingers run over the keyboard on his laptop in a staccato rhythm. He feels his fingers clicking against each individual key clumsily, almost as if for a moment, he’d forgotten how words should be strung together. He hits the backspace, once, twice, holds it like he means to suffocate the words on the screen. Like they scare him, like his chest is being torn open by a fictional claw.

It’s not flowing, he tells himself. It hasn’t been flowing for a while now.

Still, he pushes through, typing away, forcing the words out, until a hand much warmer and steadier than his own reaches out, stopping Dream in his tracks.

“Dove, I can hear the cogs turning in your head. What’s the matter? You’ve been jumpy all day.”

Dream’s eyes stay focused on the screen, and time starts to dilate in his mind. He’s not sure why, but his chest tightens. He’s not sure if he’s ready to bring a name to that feeling either. Still, it’s impossible not to look at Hob, whose expression is full of warmth and kindness, and unlike Dream, seems to have his chest open and ready to bring his wreck of a lover into an embrace.

Hob wears the scars on his chest like a badge of honour. A body of his own making, a body Dream could sense from afar even before Hob had started growing into it.

“I… I’m not sure.” The words to describe his anxiety are there, Dream knows that. He’s trying to reach out for them, but he falls short.

Hob’s lips curl into a soft smile as he carefully reaches for the computer resting on Dream’s lap. “That’s alright. But maybe you’ve done enough writing for today. No point in frying your brain like that.”

Dream feels his heart climb up to his throat, hands gripping the sides of the laptop as if his life depended on it. “—I’ll stop. You’re right. There’s nothing more I can put on the page for now.” He shuts the laptop down, pulling it away from Hob and placing it on the nightstand.

He’s got nothing to hide from Hob. He’s got plenty to hide from himself. Dream can tell from how Hob’s eyebrows raise that whatever it is, he’s going to have to face it sooner rather than later.

“…ooookay. I wasn’t going to look, you know? I only want to read what you want to show me.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Silence fills the room as Dream and Hob look at each other. He can tell Hob is not going to push, but oh, how Dream wishes he would. Maybe a push is just what he needs. Maybe Hob is the only person who can do it for him.

Dream looks at Hob’s chest once more. Open, welcoming, light. Free. At his eyes, loving, wanting, sincere. At his arms, reaching out for Dream, wanting to bring him closer, to protect him, to give him strength. “Duck, is there anything you—“

“—could you use they for me sometimes? I don’t think I’m… I don’t think I’m a he. All the time. Maybe.”

Silence now sucks the air out of Dream’s lungs. They stare at each other as his— their words move through both Dream and Hob’s brains. For a split second, Dream feels a surge of fear and shame, the horrifying possibility that everything went wrong and somehow a line was crossed. A line he cannot possibly ignore now.

Before he can dive into any more assumptions, Hob’s arms are around him in a firm embrace, almost crushing. A hand goes to rest on the back of their hair, fingers tangling with the soft, dark strands. Hob holds Dream like they are the most precious thing to ever exist. “—oh duck, I’ll call you whatever makes you feel good. Thank you for trusting me, I know how difficult this is. Thank you, Dream. I love you.”

Hob’s words feel like a soothing balm to Dream’s crumpled chest, that now opens up as they take a breath, as if the weight of the world had finally been lifted off their shoulders. Hob’s embrace feels like permission, like comprehension, like support. And love, so much love, so much that Dream doesn’t know what to do with it other than let their hands go to Hob’s softly stubbled cheeks and direct his face to meet Dream’s in the middle, lips crashing clumsily at first.

When Dream opens their eyes again, they are rimmed with tears. It’s okay, though. Hob would not denounce him for crying. Hob accepts it, celebrates their moments of emotional release.

“I know. It’s scary. You did something very big right now. I’m proud of you.” Hob presses a gentle kiss to Dream’s forehead, and doesn’t let of them. Dream is not bothered by it, in fact settling into Hob’s arms, like their bodies were always meant to rest against one another.

Dream wonders if Hob knew all along, like they somehow sensed Hob’s truth years before it came to light.

The next morning, their words are flowing again.

#Dreamling #dreamling fic #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #amazing art #t4t dreamling is somethin else #hob gadling #my writing

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Depression

Alien: Can you explain something to me?

Human: Sure.

Alien: What is depression?

Human: *Stops to ponder question*

Human: I think I can explain, but you must follow me somewhere.

*Pair walk the streets of a dark city*

*Human stops in front of a window and shines a light at it*

Human: What do you see?

Alien: *Looks upon an intricate work of stained glasses depicting some form of human religious scene*

Alien: The work of a master craftsman whose beauty outshines their time.

Human: Wow; wasn’t expecting a deep and meaningful answer.

Human: I would have accepted “a work of art” or “beautiful glass” as an answer.

Alien: How does this help explain what depression is?

Human: Watch.

*Human turns off the light*

Human: Look at the window again.

Alien: *Looks up at the window*

*Where once there was beauty now there was a haunting image*

*Gone were the bright colors and shapes, and what remained were abstract shapes that blurred together in the darkness*

Alien: I see….sadness.

Human: Exactly.

Human: Depression is the creeping darkness in the corners of our minds.

Human: Always present, always waiting for a moment to swallow us whole and leave us shadows of our former selves.

Alien: But that can’t be.

Alien: When the light was showing things were beautiful, there were no shadows.

Human: No?

*Turns light back on again*

Human: What do you see; and look carefully this time.

Alien: *Looks a second time but is confused*

*Things appear the same as first time he shun a light on the window. Only after expanding his gaze did he notice what the human was implying*

Alien: The light is surrounded by shadow…..

Human: Exactly.

Human: Think of the light as our internal happiness.

Human: Even when we feel happy and carefree just as the window appears in the light, the shadows of depression can still exist just at the edge of our being.

Alien: *Looks at the flashlight*

Alien: The light will eventually die, so does that mean your people will always succumb to depression?

Human: Some people do.

Human: Sometimes the light just goes out and never comes back.

Human: Other times they do find the light but it is flickering so they spend the rest of their lives trying to find it again.

Human: Everyone is different with how they handle their own depression.

Alien: Are you depressed?

Human: *Shrugs* I’ve had my bad days; when the weight of the world felt like it was driving the air from my lungs.

Alien: You seem well rounded, so I take it you found your light?

Human: The trick is to not rely on external light, but to find the one inside of you.

Human: That way you’ll never be in the dark.

Alien: Is that even possible?

*Pair of them turn to see a new light coming from inside the building*

*Someone inside had lit a candle and placed it under the stained glass*

Human: Nothing’s impossible.

#humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #inspiring #depression

[esilher]

Collaborative December klaine challenge 2023 between @esilher and @mynonah

The Great Bikini Incident by @mynonah "Kurt," Blaine calls as he walks through the door. He frowns. The apartment seems suspiciously dark and quiet. He glances around the hallway to see if he can spot any of Kurt's clothes from today, as a sign that he's home, but immediately realizes it's a futile attempt. How could he tell if any of the 65 pairs of boots and at least 30 different coats were there or missing? Before he can finish the thought, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.  Kurt.

To: Blaine They kept me here for a meeting, I won't be home until later. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you tonight.

To: Kurt Hm... That sounds like a fair offer ;) But really, don't worry about it, Kurt. I love you!

To: Blaine I love you too! Oh, and when I ran home to get my sketches earlier, I left you something special. I can't wait to see you wear it!

Smiling, Blaine walks into the living room and immediately sees a white paper bag on the coffee table with Vogue written on it. The grin slowly spreads across his face. When Kurt brings him something, he always feels like a little kid at Christmas. After photo shoots, they sometimes get to keep the things. The offer is open to the models in the first place, but the accessories are less popular - much to Kurt's delight. Last month, he brought Blaine a pair of designer sunglasses and a beautiful silk jacquard scarf for himself. Blaine peers curiously into the bag and furrows his eyebrows at the surprisingly small amount of red fabric. "It's not even enough for a scarf,"he thinks. "Is it a neckerchief? Maybe a pocket square." He pulls it out of the bag and stares at the small piece of cloth in amazement. Well... Two pieces.   "What the hell?! Is this some kind of joke I'm too tired to understand?" He takes out his phone again.

To: Kurt Kurt, honey. Are you serious?

Kurt replies almost immediately.

To: Blaine I know it's a little wild... but you know... This is fashion! It only works if it catches the eye. It didn't really fit the model, but when I saw it... I knew if it would suit anyone, it would be you! You'll be gorgeous. You already are. I can't wait to see it on you.

"Wow. That's... new," Blaine thinks. He lets out a deep sigh and twirls the tiny red bikini in his hands with a slightly desperate expression on his face.

Soon, though still a little hesitant, he begins to undress to try it on. He goes back to the mirror in the hallway and takes a closer look at himself. After a few minutes, he comes to a decision. "Well... It's weird, but..." turns around and looks at his butt in the mirror,"not that bad..." he says proudly. And damn. If his husband thinks it's sexy, then fuck, he IS sexy! Armed with this newfound confidence, he marches into the kitchen to make dinner. He doesn't change, decides to surprise Kurt, his heart pounding at the thought.

When Kurt arrives an hour later and walks into the kitchen, the first thing he sees is Blaine's curvy butt in a tiny red bikini bottom as he moves delicately to the music filling the room, the string of his apron swaying gently. His mouth hangs open in shock, and he has no idea how long he stands there before he finally finds his voice and speaks.

"Um... Sweetheart?" his voice is much higher than he expected, but at this point he's not surprised.

Blaine turns and gives Kurt his warmest smile. "You're home! Surprise!"

"It... is. Um... don't get me wrong, but... What the hell are you doing?"

"Cooking. Pasta. For dinner."

"No... honey, I mean... what are you wearing?"

"Your surprise gift, obviously. You were right, it's quite wild, but..." Blaine interrupts his own sentence and suddenly throws himself into a seemingly well-rehearsed sexy (or intended to be sexy) pose. Kurt can't believe his eyes, his brain racing wildly. Is it possible to get heatstroke in February? And if so, is it actually him and he's hallucinating, or is it Blaine and he's out of his mind? Suddenly he realizes that Blaine has been calling his name for some time. "Kurt?" He shakes his head and closes his eyes for a moment. Then he grabs Blaine's hand and leads him toward the bedroom. "Wow. This bikini really works," Blaine thinks proudly as he follows his husband.

Once in the bedroom, Kurt guides Blaine to the bed and stops abruptly. On the bed, right in front of Blaine, is another Vogue paper bag.

"THIS is yours," Kurt says simply. "Oh." Blaine's smile slowly fades as he realizes what this means.

Kurt waits patiently, but after seeing Blaine is completely frozen and hopelessly in shock, he reaches into the bag and pulls something out. He shows Blaine a colorful, striped, beautiful shawl-collar cashmere cardigan. The colors are a little too wild, it's almost childish, but still beautiful, and it looks extremely soft and comfortable. Blaine's beautiful face flushes with horror - first white, then almost immediately red.

"I got this bikini for Rachel," Kurt says, unable to hold back the laughter rising in his throat. "But..." he adds, finally catching his breath and running his eyes up and down his beautiful, incredibly embarrassed husband, "you can keep it. It's actually kind of... hot," he says, pulling Blaine closer and kissing him deeply until he feels Blaine relax in his arms.

#december klaine challenge 2023 #Bikini #klaine #klaine fan art #klaine fanfiction #Thank you to my dear copirate!! #myno's stuff #esilher’s drawings

[zegrvshvghes]

You’re so familiar to me- AX72

He’s actually the sexiest man in the nhl

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You can't believe you have to see him every day. Arber Xhekaj, your ex-boyfriend, is now your hockey coach for the girls' hockey team. When you first heard the news, you were over the moon. You thought it was a sign that he still cared about you and wanted to be a part of your life. But as you started attending practices and games, you quickly realized that couldn't be further from the truth.

Arber always finds ways to keep you off the ice. He gives you fake chores to do during practice, or he singles you out during drills, making sure you're the last one to participate. You can tell he doesn't want you there on the ice, and it cuts you like a knife. It's like he's punishing you for something you didn't even do.

You try to approach him about it, to ask him why he's doing this to you, but he always brushes you off, telling you it's for your own good. You know he's lying, but you don't know what to do. You're so hurt and angry that you can't think straight.

One day, after practice, you're in the locker room, changing out of your gear. You're sullen and quiet, not really talking to anyone. One of your teammates, Sarah, notices and asks if you're okay.

You try to put on a brave face and tell her you're fine, but she doesn't buy it. "You've been acting weird ever since practice started. What's going on?"

You shake your head, not wanting to get into it. But Sarah persists. "Come on, you can talk to me. I'm your friend."

You look at her, and you can tell she's genuine. She cares about you, and you feel like you can trust her. So, you take a deep breath and spill everything. How Arber has been treating you, how he always finds ways to keep you off the ice, and how it's driving you crazy.

Sarah listens intently, nodding along as you talk. When you're finished, she puts a hand on your shoulder. "Wow, I had no idea. That's really messed up."

You nod, tears stinging your eyes. "I don't know what to do. I just feel so...worthless."

Sarah looks at you, her eyes softening. "You're not worthless, not even close. You're an amazing player, and you deserve to be on that ice as much as anyone else. I'll talk to Arber, see if we can't work something out."

You're grateful for her offer, but you don't hold out much hope. From what you know, Arber is stubborn and doesn't like to be told what to do. That was part of the reason you two broke up those few years back. But you let Sarah go, hoping that something positive will come out of this.

Days go by, and you start to feel more and more isolated. Your once-close relationship with Arber is now non-existent, and you feel like you're the odd one out on the team. Your mind goes to dark places, wondering if you should just quit the team altogether and spare yourself the pain.

But then, something unexpected happens. Arber pulls you aside after practice and tells you he wants to talk. You're hesitant, not sure what he's going to say. But you follow him to his office, wondering what's going on.

When you get there, he motions for you to take a seat. He sits across from you, his hands folded in his lap. "I owe you an apology," he starts, his voice quiet.

You're surprised. You've never heard him apologize before. "For what?"

"For how I've been treating you," he says, his gaze steady. "I know it's not fair, and I know it's not right. But...I can't stand to see you on that ice, happy without me. It tears me apart, and I don't know how to handle it."

You're taken aback. You had no idea that he still had feelings for you. "Arber, I...I didn't know. I thought you hated me or something."

He shakes his head. "No, I could never hate you. I just...I don't know how to deal with my emotions sometimes."

You nod, understanding what he means. "I get that. But you can't keep punishing me for something I didn't even do."

He looks at you, his gaze intense. "I know. And I promise I'll try to be better. I want to be your coach, but I also want to be your...friend. If that's something you're open to."

You look at him, and you can see the sincerity in his eyes. You know it won't be easy with him, but you also know that you miss him too. So, you nod, reaching across the table to take his hand. "I'm willing to try."

He smiles, relief crossing his face. "Thank you. And...I'm sorry."

You smile back, feeling a sense of relief yourself. "Me too. But we can work through this. Together."

As you leave his office, you feel a sense of hope for the first time in a long time. You know it won't be easy, but you're willing to try. For the team, and for yourself.

After practice later that evening, you were pushed the the edge. Tired and upset about how you played. You sat alone in the locker-room after everyone had left.

The door swung open as Arber walked into the empty locker room , searching for you. He knew you didn’t leave with any of the other girls. He spotted you immediately, dressed in your regular clothes, sitting quietly with your head down. The sight of you sent a wave of different emotions through him. He felt guilty for how things ended between you and him and wanted to make amends.

As he approached you, he could see the tears welling up in your eyes. You hadn’t noticed him yet. “Hey” he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Tough practice today, I understand.” He said, sitting next to you on the bench. You moved over slightly so your thighs no longer touched.

“it’s not that.”

You sniffled and wiped away your tears, turning to face him. Your eyes locked and for a moment, everything around you both seemed to disappear. It was just the two of you and the weight of your past hung heavily in the air.

“I miss you.” You spoke suddenly, “I cant stand to sit here- or on the bench out on the ice. Have you as my coach and not miss what we had. It’s so hard.”

He nodded. “I know.”

Arber slide closer, unable to resist the pull of your gaze. His hand reached out and brushed the hair from your face, his thumb tracing delicate circles on your cheek.

With every touch, the tension between you grew thicker. You were both trembling with desire and regret, wanting to take back all the hurtful words you had spoken and the moments they had missed in the past two years.

Unable to hold back any longer, He pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply. You responded eagerly, your hands clutching onto his shoulders as if you never wanted to let go. All the pent-up feelings surfaced and it was clear you both needed this moment.

Breaking apart, you looked at each other, both breathless. There wasn’t much talking needed, you knew what you wanted and nothing would ever be the same again. Arber leads you to one of the lockers and presses you against it, kissing you passionately while running his hands over your body.

Your fingers grabbed onto the front of his jeans, pulling him even closer to you. You continued to kiss, your bodies pressed together, until you couldn’t contain yourselves anymore, tearing off pieces of cloth, exposing skin underneath. This time, there will be no holding back.

The sensation of skin on skin sends shivers down your spines, it’s been so long since either of you have felt this way. Arber lifts you up, wrapping your legs around him as he carries you to his office.

He sets you down on his desk, not really caring about anything except being inside of you. You are right there with him, taking charge, guiding his lips, his hands, everywhere else.

It doesn’t matter who walks in or what anyone thinks because for those few stolen moments, you are the only two people in the world. You reach up, running your fingers through his dark hair as he kisses your neck, your breasts, your hips. Everywhere he can reach, he explores, it’s been years so he takes time learning every inch of you all over again.

As he slips inside of you, it feels like a homecoming. This is where you were meant to be, finally, after all these weeks of denying your feelings and hiding from each other, him hating you. Nothing matters now besides the rush of pleasure that threatens to consume you both. You move together, faster and slower, switching positions, experimenting, trying new things.

In missionary, Arber holds you close as he gazes deeply into your eyes, showering you with sensual kisses and caresses, whispering endearments in your ear, calling you beautiful and telling you exactly how good it feels to have you. His movements are slow and methodical, building an intensity that shakes you both to the core.

Arber’s breathing deepens, becoming more erratic as he approaches climax. The tension in his muscles increases, straining against yours as waves of ecstasy roll through his body. With a short cry of release, he reaches the peak of pleasure, his semen spurting out in powerful bursts as he collapses onto you, spent and satisfied.

“i’m not finished with you yet”

Each thrust is slow and deliberate, the power behind them increasing with each stroke. He adjusts his angle, hitting your sweet spot with precision, sending shockwaves throughout your body. The friction between you both becomes almost too much to bear, and you gasp for air, begging him to keep going.

Words fail you as you experience an intense orgasm, leaving you unable to form coherent sentences. Moans and groans escape your lips instead, accompanied by wild, uncontrollable movements as your body trembles. Despite being unable to talk, you manage to convey just how much you love this intimacy with Arber.

Your nails dig into his back, your hips grind against him, and your voice cries out his name over and over again. As your body convulses with orgasm, a loud scream escapes your lips and tears stream down your face. You feel like you’re drowning in pleasure, unable to stop or control yourself.

“And you wonder why I tried to keep my distance.” He wipes the tears from your cheeks and hold your head close to his bare chest.

“Because of this?”

“I’ve wanted to do this since I found out you were on this team. If I didn’t send you away to do stupid things during practice I would’ve tore your gear off right then and there and fucked you in front of everyone.”

“Oh.” You breathlessly chuckled.

#hockey #nhl #arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj x reader #habs #smut #arber xhekaj smut

[uzumakiramen]

✯ the akatsuki with an artist s/o ✯

gender neutral! reader.

NOT PROOFREAD!!

a/n; this is a bit all over the place but it spent months rattling around in my drafts and I finally finished it!! enjoy<33!!

pain

he always knew you were an artist becuz pain knows everything about everyone in his presence

and he honestly could care less

it’s not something he really focuses on and never brings it up

he’s very 😐 about the whole situation

deidara

upon finding out deidara was quite salty ngl

becuz in his head there can only be one artist in the relationship and that's him😤

he lowkey didn’t want you steal his thunder as the “artist” of the akatsuki cuz he’s a big bby sumtimes😭😭

every time he sees you working on a new piece he huffs out of his nose and crosses his arms with a childish pout on his face

but he can’t help but admire your art

he loves how expressive it is and how true it is to you

and he tries his best to compliment you in his own slightly backhanded way💀💀

“you know what? it’s no destructive explosion of passion or anything 🙄 but it’s pretty nice y/n”

“awww thank you dei dei🥰!!”

sasori

ah yes the other artist of the akatsuki

as we all know sasori minds his damn business so he didn’t even know you were an artist at first

he ended up finding out when he looked up from working on his newest puppet to see you completely covered in red and blue ink on the other side of the room

he’d only ever seen you so concentrated on something when you’re in battle and he found it very intriguing

sasori honestly doesn’t mind having an artist s/o

sometimes he even comes to you for input on his puppets because how much he trusts your artistic skill and taste🥹

and also because he’s in love with you too but he doesn’t want you to know that just yet🤩

“y/n what do you think I should do with this one?”

“oooo umm🤔🤔 you should paint purple lines that swirl all the way down the arms and add poison covered senbons to the fingers!!”

and he looks at you with most blank and lovestruck😍 expression because wow that’s actually an amazing idea why didn’t he think of that

“i like the way you think.”

kisame

kisame thinks it’s adorable that you’re an artist✨

in this dark ninja world it’s nice to see someone create such beautiful scenes yk?

watching your face scrunch up every time you spot a small mistake in a sketch

or seeing your eyes light up when two colors you put on the paper look wayy better than you expect makes him so happy

you just looked too cute🥰 how could he not be happy

he’s always very interested in what you’re working on too so he likes to just sit next to you and watch you work

he never speaks in these situations tho

he doesn’t want to interrupt the process and ruin anything

so kisame just smiles while you register the fact his eyes are boring a hole into your side

you don’t mind it tho✨

itachi

so he’s in love with you right

itachi is severely in love with you

and falls more in love with you finding out that you’re an artist

watching you create beautiful pieces of art just makes him 😍🤩❤️🥺🥺✨🥰🥰🥰😫😫

you look so at peace and comfortable

and so so happy!!

he can’t even express in words how much he loves it

something about seeing you so happy and calm and focused when you create makes his heart burst and his head spin

he’s a lovesick idiot ik

one day you gave him a sketch that you drew of him in your last mission and this man folded like an omelette😭😭

“hey ‘tachi I made this for you🥰”

“i- wow y/n. it’s amazing🥹🥹”

he loves loves loves receiving little sketches from you

he takes them everywhere he goes

they’re his most prized possession🥰 besides you that is

hidan

now hidan.

hidan’s different

becuz like he loves you so much so he loves that you have an activity that you love

but he also doesn’t really care enough to make a whole thing about it yk

however there is one thing that hidan simply can’t get enough of when it comes to you being an artist

and that is when you paint on him

especially on his back

feeling the coolness of the paint combined with the warmth radiating off of you and your hands was very umm …. enjoyable for him if you know what I mean👀

and as much as he would love to act on that feeling he knew you would be mad if he ruined your masterpiece

“come on y/nie, it’ll just be one kiss, I promise😔🙏” no it won’t be mister

“no hidan! it’s not dry yet!!”

“ugghhh fine🙄!”

and as grumpy as he is about this, hidan doesn’t mind being your canvas

kakazu

similarly to pain, kakazu doesn’t really care that you’re an artist

it isn’t something that he pays attention to because as he so frequently says to you

“silly drawings can’t pay the bills y/n.🙄”

but little does he know that when ever you go into town, people pay you to draw a caricature of them on the spot🙃

so whenever you come back from an outing with several wads of cash 💵 he’s extremely confused and surprised

“where’d you get all that from?”

“oh don’t worry about it. you’d think it was silly anyways🙃.”

tobi

he doesn’t shut about it omg😭😭

everywhere you go tobi will make it his mission to brag about how talented you are to other people

he will tell anyone and everyone about your paintings 🖼

and your genius when it comes to color selection🎨

or how steady your hands are when you use ink🖋

to the point where it’s a little embarrassing 🙈

but no matter how annoying he can get with it you know it’s out of a place of love

he just admires you and your talent so much man

he’s just in love with you dawg idk what to tell you🤷🏾‍♀️

konan

she loves it!!

she loves it so much omg‼️

similar to itachi, konan just loves watching you create art

you just look so mesmerizing when you’re focused and happy, she can’t help but look at you with heart eyes

her favorite thing is painting with you

it starts out normal with you two sitting in comfortable silence focused on your own pieces

but somehow at the end you end up throwing paint at each other completely abandoning the canvases in front of you

and as messy as it gets, seeing you covered in a swirl of different colors with a smile on your face just makes her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside🥰

© 2022 copyright. all rights reserved. @uzumakiramen.

#naruto headcanons #akatsuki headcanons #naruto crack #naruto fluff #naruto angst #naruto x reader #itachi x reader #akatsuki #deidara x reader #kisame x reader #naruto imagines #sasori x reader #obito x reader #pain x reader #faithwrites🌱 [anime vers]

[fearowkenya]

Digimon Survive Week Day 1: A New World

Winds of Change - Chapter 7: Winds of Change - Part One

“Most everything we know about ourselves and our world—it tends to be based on gut instinct,” Dracmon continues with a huff. “Anything else is whatever partial information we’ve managed to glean and put together on our own. Sometimes it’s both, and sometimes the damn pieces are upside down or backwards.

“That sounds like…” Shuuji can’t even begin to wrap his mind around it. He supposes that’s exactly the problem. “…a very confusing way to live.”

“It’s all we really know,” says Dracmon plainly, “Bits and pieces, scattered between memory and instinct. But even though I don’t know what goes where or which way’s up, I’ve still got a bit of a sense of what it’s all supposed to look like, somehow.”

Desperate to not be left in the dark, Shuuji seeks answers. But those answers only raise more questions, and it turns out that there's so much about this world that he does not understand—far more than he could have ever possibly imagined.

@surviveweek WOW DIGISURVIVE WEEK!!! it's my first time participating. it felt a little like... cheating, maybe, to post a chapter of a fic i was already working on, but it turns out the prompt for day 1 fit this chapter pretty well.

as usual, link is in the source so that tumblr doesnt kick me from the tags, and extended post-chapter notes are under the cut!!!

part of me is really glad i split this chapter in half. like i said, the original edit would have been close to 10k words, and there are so many ups and downs in the combined chapter that i was giving myself whiplash rereading it. the good news is, the second part is already mostly edited, and with it being survive week, i am going to try my best to accelerate the rest of the editing and get at least chapter 8 out this week.

i got really lucky that today's theme for survive week matched up with today's chapter. i was really struggling with how to interpret "a new world", because that's the entire game, isn't it? how was i going to choose just 1 thing about this new world to talk about? ultimately, the way i interpreted the prompt was in the realization that shuuji has, that this world is confusing not just for himself, but for the creatures that call it home. from the way dracmon describes it, it's just as harsh and dangerous to the kemonogami as it is to the humans.

on the topic of dracmon--he's my favorite to write. back when i was outlining this fic, it was already solidly in place that dracmon would be doing a lot of heavy-lifting in terms of lore. why dracmon? i'll keep that to myself for now. all in good time (:

i had such a fantastic time writing shuuji and dracmon interacting. on one hand, he's good at recognizing shuuji's sudden bursts of anxiety - kaito's anxiety manifests in a way that is much more explosive and angry than shuuji's, but it's still a powerful emotion that he's dealt with before. that said, obviously the way dracmon navigates kaito's emotions is not going to fit shuuji, and it was fun writing dracmon trying to get a feel for what kind of response does or does not work for him.

i also think lopmon would be SOOOOO INTERESTING as kaito's partner. you've got this timid little guy who is SO completely different from kaito, but would be able to tell that there's a gentle side to him that's buried super deep down. kaito would absolutely frighten him with his outbursts, though, and i wonder if seeing the direct consequences of his anger would help him understand its full impact. on a more cheerful note, i think kaito would not know what to do when lopmon says saccharine, kind things about him that are undeniably true, and i think that this would be very cute!!! it's almost as confrontational as the way dracmon interacts with kaito - lopmon wouldn't be snarky or bluntly honest with kaito the way dracmon is, but i think the sweet, innocent flavor of honesty that lopmon would use instead would hit him just as hard. much to think about.

this is going to be a much shorter extended authors notes this time, because the bulk of what i have to say is about lore stuff, and the rest of that is in part 2.

my answers for reader questions!

do you think dracmon is the most knowledgeable of the main digis about how the kemonogami world works?

as i mentioned on ao3, my answer is no, but i won't say why. however! i CAN say that i think the kind of knowledge varies super widely from digi to digi. dracmon may know a lot about what happens when digimon get destroyed, but i dont think he's got the more, social, i guess??? knowledge that agumon has, where he seems really familiar so many other digimon, knowing them by name despite never having met them before.

what do you think the superpower pineapple tastes like?

i think it never tastes the same! one could be sweet and another could be salty, but it's always really good. the texture is like chewing on drywall though.

thanks for reading!! hopefully i'll have part 2 up in the next few days. i'll have to check the prompt list for survive week to see if anything fits… if not.. well, since it's mostly edited, i'll try to get it posted early anyway.

#digimon survive #digimon survive week #survive week #shuuji kayama #kayama shuuji #dracmon #digimon

[safety-writes-noms]

AU Ask!

Have you seen any of the Drider!Miguel fanart? I love that concept as an AU for him since it's basically just a reimagining of him being 50% spider in a much more visually striking way.

Any thoughts on Drider versions of Miguel and/or other Spiderpeople? What spiders would you imagine for the spider-half of their bodies? (If you don't like spiders, feel free to ignore this part - or this whole ask - LOL!)

Hi moot!! :D I haven’t seen any of the fan art actually :( very sad but I’ve done some research and wow, I love the idea of Miguel being a drider.

I’d like to think that his lower body would be some sort of mix between a wolf spider or tarantula? Maybe? And it also being a striking dark-ish blue with red markings patterned on his legs and abdomen. Or a black widow, but only the females have that red hourglass marking so idk.

I was originally going to go with wolf spider for the bottom half but then I saw that they don’t make webs since they hunt and I kinda liked the thought of Miguel lounging around on a giant web doing his usual monitoring of his society so I just thought it would be fine to make him a mix n match of a bunch of different spiders since it kinda fits with his origin in the comics.

(I’m deathly afraid of all and any spiders so :D tried my best to avoid looking too much at them on google.) since he’s physically half spider now he’s going to be a whole lot bigger. Obviously. He’s already huge without the spider half but with? That man is massive and completely more in tune with his spider side. He kinda has to be since he’s spider from the lower half down.

for something so huge he’s disturbingly quiet. Eight legs proves for insane mobility and stealth. He’s more balanced than a four wheeler on concrete and probably stronger than one too. The horror element is strong in this one.

I feel like he might be a bit more instinct driven when it comes to people he cares deeply about. They’re like a constant stream of secondary thoughts underlying his usual human rationale. A quiet blip of hey, some of the kids are injured, you need to bundle them up and store them away or Peter is trusting mayday to us, keep her safe always, she’s going to fall, why did he give her webshooters, hold her close etc. it’s basically a very mixed muddle of semi organized human and spider instincts/thoughts threading together to form coherent words in his head. Sometimes one side is more in control than the other. It just depends.

since Miguel really doesn’t like being Spider-Man in the comics and also probably the movie, he probably hates being half spider too. He hates being inhuman, feeling like some sort of monstrous being who’s made for nothing but the lowest form of sentience and bloodshed. His fangs don’t retract like they do in the movie, his claws are longer and sharper, but he still tries his absolute best to seem human to people. Poor guy can’t catch a break.

he gets kinda clingy in certain times of the month when his spider instincts start going rampant with the need of being close as possible to whoever he’s currently fixated on. Or multiple people. And the fixatipn never goes away, it just gets a little more easy to ignore during other times. Any of the spider kids or his closest second hands (Peter, Jess, etc) are all up for grabs in his mind. It’s even worse if he knows one of them are hurt or emotionally troubled. To his spidery side, he’s the main protector, he’s the one who’s meant to make sure everyone’s still alive, still in one piece. After all, his precious spiders are… not as spidery as him. They don’t have the necessary amount of limbs, they’re much smaller than him, they don’t even have claws like him! who’s going to protect them if he’s not there?

When he’s in that kind of mindset he’s not really too bothered by the idea of nomming them either. After all, he’s just making sure they’re safe and warm, tucked away in his belly securely. And what other place is safest in the world than with him? Besides, some parts of his human side agree too. They’ve already had one precious spider slip out of their grasp, disintegrating into thin air so… y’know, can’t have that happen again. He’s calmer when he knows where they are constantly. He’s like a helicopter parent. Except ten times bigger and grumpier. But yeah. Any spider that manages to worm their way into his heart will inevitably land under the umbrella that is the mess of his protective instincts. I’m so sorry for not doing the second part of ur ask 😭 I hate spiders a bunch and I don’t really want to research more of them so I can find which ones would match each spider person. Maybe a black widow for miles since they’re usually red and black?

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #spidervores #S: spidervores #spidervore #nonsexual vore

[9w1ft]

Hi 9. I hope you are well. Your blog has been a balm for my soul in dark times, read your comments full of confidence it's like fresh air.

I would like to ask if recently or in the past, you have received unpleasant comments saying that we are wrong in what we believe in addition to adding insults, etc. How have you learned to deal with it and if at any point have they hurt you emotionally?

aw heyy thanks for saying that!

oh yeah over the years i’ve had my share of flack and insults in my inbox or maybe i’ve had an altercation here or there, and sometimes you can put a bandaid on and go about your day but usually it’s still a cut you can feel. i guess the tl;dr: would be, i think that over the years ive learned to find the right blend of environment and outlook that sets me up to have it hurt less. also i think being able to contextualize hate dismantles its power greatly.

the big thing that youve got to have the ability to laugh at yourself. this is such a wild situation to be in! embrace it. a little self deprecation goes a long way. if you let go of the need to be understood by everyone and you recognize how wild of a situation it is that we are in, and if you can laugh about it, it cures most things imo.

next you have to keep the context of the hate in mind. a lot of things i’ve had said to me just dont hurt because i know the people saying them just don’t understand what they’re talking about 😆 maybe this comes with time.. like maybe if you hang around long enough it will click, but people from different parts of the fandom are speaking from completely different languages of meaning and beliefs and so i’ll see a comment and just be like wow that’s so fascinating how this person got compelled to compose that and say it with their whole chest. couldn’t be me!

another thing is just, it has a lot to do with where we are at and what i believe or what other like minded people do. to us, we have kiiinda already reached a kaylor win condition. i know people would disagree and i get why, but to me, in the grand scheme of things, i don’t feel the need to argue or defend because we’re already there. we’ve already made it! all the rest is a bonus to me. and so what this outlook does is it makes any hate seem really really quaint. like don’t care if rude people don’t understand. why would they deserved to? 😆 they should stay right where they are.

i think hate can hurt more when you at a point where you are less confident of what you think or if you want to listen to everyone and make sense of everyone as a way to uphold ‘fairness’ or a sense of a greater community but, when you are around long enough and get a better sense of each groups’ different motivations, you come to realize that your good intentions to involve and convince everyone is a bit of a fool’s errand because at the tops of each group is a core that will never move from their position. in the end it’s just more about a personal journey, i think. and i think usually you pick a lane or a group and just stick to it and most of the drama feels different because when you stop feeling the need to litigate, hate becomes confrontation for confrontation’s sake, and then the hate stops being about you, and you can see it as a part of a bigger thing.

also one key thing… i think it’s eons easier to avoid everyday conflict on places like tumblr than on twitter. it’s easier to curate what you have on your blog and its not a very public facing platform so things are more quiet and don’t spread to the general public. this filters out a ton. and there’s less eyes on your stuff and like people can screenshot and bitch on their own space but it’s not a quote tweet so you don’t really have this sense if you’re being talked about. you can block and even block individual IP’s, or on the flip side you can monitor activity on statcounter and see patterns of where messages come from and it kind of dismantles the mystique of them. tumblr makes it a lot easier to just do your thing. it’s not always in your face. and i would have a different persona and talk differently if i was on a different platform.

and i think people in general are better at staying in their lane here than on other platforms. over the years we have all sort of found our pockets and in general we stay in them, i think! so the stuff i do get is just always worded and delivered in the same way so i know its from the same people so it’s a little bit like kramer popping in on any given episode of seinfeld. it’s just part of the routine at this point 😆

#sorry this got kinda long!

[zettatoad]

rating every kirby villain-turned-ally by how evil they are after becoming an ally

dedede: gotta start with the classic. if he were an actual king i might have to judge him for the sins of his ancestors but since he's consistently called a "self-proclaimed king" he's fine. he probably just found an abandoned castle and went "woah... my castle now" and then the waddle dees went "wait we have a king? that's so awesome i'm gonna follow this guy forever." anyways he's a rival and a selfish hedonist but not actually evil. arguably not ever evil but that's a philosophical debate i'm not going to get into. while not the first to help, and still sometimes a troublemaker, he's a dependable companion when it counts

meta knight: look he was attacking dreamland in revenge of meta knight for, reasons??? because he thought they were too lazy??? kind of a lame reason meta knight. the point is he counts. meta knight spends most of his time as an honorable fight seeker, like if vegeta was never evil and his goku was a baby, but he'll step up to the plate when it's time to protect the planet or whatever. he is certified Not Evil. a reliable ally whenever he shows up

dyna blade: that's right, dyna blade counts too. as we all know dyna blade was just trying to feed her kids in super star. beyond that, i believe birds are like ghosts and just sort of do things arbitrarily. rating: Not Ever Evil

marx: okay this freaking guy. i don't think marx has changed literally at all after being beaten by kirby. like in star allies he's still got his powers. the only lesson he learned is to not pull any shenanigans while kirby's around. he is probably waiting for a villain to actually defeat kirby so he can swoop in and steal all their power, and every time kirby beats some horrible god he goes "wow~ you're such a great hero, kirby~!" while being more mad than anyone has ever been

shadow kirby: hold on i'm checking the wikirby page because i needed a refresher on his lore and was reminded that he was never actually a villain in the first place. he was always helping out. my bad

dark meta knight: okay i gotta show everyone this image before i begin my analysis

look at him. he is full fist gripping that crayon. he is holding it like a child would. he's drawing his cool badass epic sword. he's having fun. he seems like he's a threatening villain ("what if meta knight were evil... that would be so sick and twisted") but really he does not know a single thing. it's gap moe

this may be controversial but my rating is: he was never actually evil in the first place. like, he was serving dark mind, and might have had some influence in turning sectonia evil and huge (maybe??? possibly???), but he is not evil. i think he's more like that one image where he doesn't have empathy and goes into a dissociative state and commits atrocities. this of course does not imply that he is good. but the potential is there

daroach: on one hand, daroach was kind of never actually evil, since all he did was steal a slice of cake and get mind controlled. on the other hand, he IS the leader of a gang of thieves, and stealing is sort of evil. like marx, he has clearly learned not to get on kirby's bad side and will help out on occasion. but if kirby needs to grab a treasure i doubt daroach would hesitate to take it first. all in all: not a good guy exactly but in the grand scheme of kirby villains, he's pretty small-scale. not much to worry about. he can't even destroy a planet

bandana waddle dee: thought i was done talking about characters who briefly opposed kirby during super star? think again. this guy's pretty much just loyal to dedede with all that entails but he seems to have a better relationship with kirby than his king does. a nice guy who likes to help out. we all love him

magolor: i've 100% completed the magolor epilogue and minimal spoilers here but that basically confirms that he's still a little bastard. like he seems to have gone "wait, losing all your friends because you betrayed them sucks," and if you want to get speculative he could have been influenced by the master crown a bit since before KRtD's opening and that might have upped his evil rating for that game. outside of that he learned nothing. he just decided that selling gem apples and running theme parks would be more fun. he loves making an attraction where close friends throw explosives at each other. his continued pseudovillainy is of course obvious, given that he has performed the most dastardly deed of all kirby characters: Selling Real-World Microtransactions. perhaps it would be better if he got defeated once and for all but unfortunately evil wizards give kirbies lots of enrichment. unless he teams up with marx and ends up in some sort of betray-off, we're stuck with him. to be clear i think he's awesome except the microtransactions

taranza: on one hand, even in triple deluxe he wasn't exactly evil, he just wanted to help out his huge, evil friend. on the other hand, kirby did kind of kill his friend. like there were some circumstances there but it'd be understandable if there was some resentment

claycia: does it count if she was only a villain because she was mind controlled and is only an ally during the final boss fight and ending of her game? i'm going to say yes because i've already included bandana waddle dee. obviously if you were being mind controlled you probably were never evil in the first place. but we don't know much about claycia's inner life. it could go either way

hold on i was on claycia's wikirby page and i noticed that drawcia shows up alongside her in some illustrations: i've played it pretty fast and loose with my criteria but i'm going to say this doesn't count as being a villain-turned-ally. documenting my process

^one of the images in question. sectonia is also there and not only has she also never been on kirby's side in a video game, i'm pretty sure she died. so this is debatably canon at best

back to your regularly scheduled programming, it's susie: susie is like. still a capitalist. i had to review her star allies pause screens and apparently she wants to bring back her dad's evil company and keep doing colonialism? like come on susie don't be this dumb. don't make kirby take you to the guillotine

addendum: kirby-polis pointed out in the tags that the original japanese star allies pause screens do not reference mechanizing planets which opens the much more sensible possibility that she went "i want to make this company be how it was before my dad got thralled by a big evil computer." but said original pause screen text also quotes her saying "i will exterminate the uncivilized." which is... questionable at best. updated verdict: susie will be spared for now but she maybe still has some learning to do

the three mage-sisters and hyness: i guess technically hyness hasn't helped kirby out yet but he's part of the package. we do not get a great deal of insight on what the lower-end believers of their religion are like so i'm optimistic about the possibility that the whole "reviving an ancient god of destruction" incident will result in religious reforms, where the sisters take on leadership positions while hyness is reduced to having more of a figurehead role where he can't revive any more ancient gods of destruction. but they might not do that and instead continue being a weird evil cult. hard to say

the beast pack: the beast pack was only being evil because their leader was mind controlled, and presumably they would feel a great debt to kirby for saving both him and their planet. but they're also a rowdy bunch. i wouldn't be surprised if they went and caused a ruckus

elfilin: hey, wait a minute! you're not a villain! you're just a little guy! you don't belong in this list! get out of here, you scamp!

#kirby #kirby's return to dream land #kirby and the forgotten land #kirby star allies #kirby planet robobot #kirby and the rainbow curse #kirby triple deluxe #kirby squeak squad #kirby and the amazing mirror #kirby super star #king dedede #meta knight #dyna blade #marx (kirby) #shadow kirby #dark meta knight #daroach #bandana waddle dee #magolor #taranza #claycia #drawcia #susie (kirby) #three mage sisters #hyness #leongar #elfilin #long post #video games #mine

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Teach Me

Eddie munson x reader.

Summary; Y/n wants to learn about D&D so Eddie offers to help her and in return, she can help make sure he doesn't fail Mrs O'Donnell's class so he can graduate.

Things have been slightly rocky between them since they first met, she thinks he's rude, and he thinks she's a princess but feelings soon begin to change.

Warnings; Fluff, falling in love, there's only one-bed trope. Au S4

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 😍💞 I don't give anyone permission to copy my work or post it elsewhere 💞💕

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Gareth was the one to tell her all about Hellfire in the first place and she was curious about it.

She knew of Hellfire, everyone did. Knew of the leader Eddie Munson and half the school thought he was a freak, the rest torn between interest and fear.

Fear of what she didn't know, she heard about Jason's theory that Hellfire was a cult, sacrificed virgins and all that rubbish then warned her that she would be one of the sacrificed if she joined the group.

Y/n told him that he was an idiot, she knew some of Hellfire, heck she babysat Dustin and Lucas when they were younger and she's grown up with Jeff and Gareth, Eddie being held back was always older and they didn't see each other much.

She knew the things people said were untrue, just silly rumours.

Gareth has offered for her to come and oversee a campaign and decide if it's something that she would like to get involved with.

The only thing is as soon as she goes into the Drama Room and Eddie is setting up she doesn't expect to feel butterflies as she took in Eddie's form.

Wow, sometimes she forgets how handsome he is, the tattoos, those big brown eyes and dimpled smile.

Then he spoils it by opening his mouth and scowling at her.

"Could have said you were bringing your girlfriend man". She frowns at his tone and Gareth shakes his head.

"I'm not his girlfriend"

"Nah, she's not but she's interested in D&D man, brought her here to oversee the game".

Eddie raises his eyebrow.

"And what's your D&D character's name? Stats? Are you Chaotic good? An elf?". Her mind blanks because she doesn't know any of these things, she has only just grown interested in it.

"I don't know. I've only just started getting interested in it, she murmurs, Gareth suggested I come to see if it was for me".

He's still looking at her intently and she wonders what he's thinking about.

"Look princess, this is a group for established players, we are also in the middle of a huge campaign regarding the dark wizard, Vecna, we haven't got time to teach a rookie the basics".

She gapes.

"I'm not a princess, I'm also a fast learner, I could be taught the basics or read up on myself".

"Fine" he agrees and pulls up a chair for her as the others come in.

"Sit, observe and don't talk. We're in the middle of a very important campaign and as Dungeon Master I don't need any distractions" he snaps.

"Yes sir," she says to him still netted by his attitude, the air suddenly changes crackling with a strange energy and his eyes darken in a way that makes her lower body ache.

Her whole body heats up and she bites her lip, more of Hellfire comes in and breaks the tension between them.

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Hellfire Club was amazing, she really enjoyed the atmosphere and how everyone got into the campaign.

It went by so fast and she still has a million questions about the game.

The topic comes back up on Monday when she joins the boys at The Hellfire Club and Gareth suggests that someone teach her about the game so she can catch up, then offers himself.

"I can teach her, me and Jeff". Gareth suggests and Eddie shakes his head.

"No, I'll teach her. I'm the leader, she can learn from me, we can do an exchange"

An exchange?

"What could you possibly want from me?" That same charged air happens again as he locks eyes with her, that same tingle erupts in her body.

Then he looks away and she's left feeling an aching sense of need.

"You can help me pass Mrs O'Donnell's class and ensure I graduate, I need to do it this year, I have to". That seems fair, she nods and is happy that she can learn from the best.

The first time that she and Eddie meet up it's at her house and she has everything set up to help Eddie, charts and files and everything else.

He looks it all stunned, he's holding drawings and a large book called the dungeon master guide.

"Uh..." she grows flustered at his look and shrugs.

"Just wanted to be prepared". He nods and settles down beside her and they get to work.

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It takes a little while for them to get into the flow of things but she begins to enjoy her time with Eddie, he gets less tense and drops the defensive attitude he had up previously.

He's taught her about all the dice in D&D, about a D20 and the higher the roll, the higher the hit when in battle, she learns about demogorgons and Vecna who is a spell caster, a dark wizard.

It's fascinating and she's already decided she wants to be an elf, and use a sword as a weapon.

It was a toss up between that and a spell caster and Eddie has told her to take her time in deciding.

The most fascinating of all to her in D&D though is The Dungeon Master and she listens in awe as Eddie tells her about the campaigns he's done in the past and she gasps.

"Eddie that's amazing" he shrugs and she places her hand on top of his trying to ignore the way his skin feels against hers, that spark she feels.

He looks at her hand on top of his and swallows hard.

"Eddie, you think these campaigns up from scratch, do the drawings for Hellfire, plan everything. Your creativity is incredible. You should be proud".

He blushes flustered and she practically glows with happiness when he lifts her hand up and kisses it.

Butterflies fill her belly and she grins.

"Thank you milady" the rest of the night passes with a lot of studying and a lot of laughter too.

That's the first time she knew he was falling for her.

💞💞

As much as she loves being at home with Eddie she also loves being at his trailer with him.

It's nice and cosy and Eddie's uncle Wayne is lovely too. He's made her and Eddie some pasta before he heads out to work and she brought banana bread and muffins for him and Eddie to have.

She gets stuck into helping Eddie with his homework and he asks her if she's read Lord of the rings.

"No, no I haven't". He heads into his room and comes back with the book.

"Do you want me to read some to you?" she beams at him and puts down some of the work.

"Will you speak in your Dungeon Master voice?" he grins and begins to read to her. His voice is so soothing and she listens enraptured when he does different voices for every character.

The wind is howling outside and the rain is fierce as it batters the windows she doesn't realise how bad the weather has got until Eddie stops reading the book and looks out the window.

"Fuck, it's really wild out there princess". she looks at the time and swears.

"Shit, it's getting late. I need to get back home", his eyebrow raises and he shakes his head.

"You're not going out in that yn. No fucking way! You'll get hurt" he is being extremely protective and it makes her heart flutter.

"Eddie I'll be fine", he shakes his head.

"No, no I couldn't stand it if you got hurt or something princess" he strokes her cheek and she feels that spark crackle between them again.

She looks at how wild it is outside and shivers, then she hears a clap of thunder and her heart begins to hammer hard in her chest.

She doesn't like thunder, she never has so the thought of going out in that weather terrifies her.

"Yup, I'm staying"

💞💞

As night approaches she is grateful when Eddie finds her some clothes she can wear for bed and she changes in the bathroom.

Then it's the discussion of who takes the bed and the argument goes on for a while.

"Eddie it's your bed you take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor" his eyebrows raise and he shakes his head.

"No, hell no what kind of gentleman would I be if I told you to sleep on the floor? You take the bed and I'll take the floor" realising that this will go on forever she sighs.

"Look, why don't we just both sleep in it? we're adults. We can sleep in the same bed for one night"

His cheeks turn pink as he mulls this over then he nods and heads into the bathroom to get changed into a Metallica shirt and his boxers.

Butterflies fill her belly and she tries to not let it show how much she wants to cuddle in his arms, to kiss him.

To tell him how badly how she wants him, how she is falling for him.

They settle into bed and she closes her eyes frightened when the thunder rumbles outside again. She lets out a whimper and suddenly she is wrapped up in Eddie's arms.

His brown eyes search hers worried and he holds her closer.

"You should have said you were scared of storms sweetheart" she cuddles deeper into his chest and gently plays with a strand of his hair.

Eddie's breath hitches and when she looks up at him, she sees he is gazing at her with contentment and reverence.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She never let herself believe that he could feel the same way as she does but the way he looks at her at times makes her question everything.

"It's mainly thunder that I'm scared of it's scared me since I was a kid", he runs his hand up and down her arm soothing her and she begins to relax.

He's still gazing at her with that sweet expression and she smiles.

"What?"

"You're so beautiful you know that?" his hand reaches up to stroke her cheek and she melts into him.

"I've been falling for you for a long time princess, for so long. I've never felt this way before ever" she wastes no time in telling how she feels.

"I've fallen for you too, for a while now", he smiles warmly and leans closer to her, their lips meet and they both moan, the feel of Eddie's lips on hers, it deepens and his hand caresses her thigh as she peppers kisses over his jaw and to his neck.

They break apart breathing heavily, both giddy.

"I'd love for you to be my girl sweetheart, to be yours".

"I'd love to be your girl, for you to be mine" he kisses her again and the storm is driven out of her mind.

💞💞

When she wakes up wrapped in Eddie's arms the sun is shining and there is an autumnal chill in the air.

Eddie moans and wakes up, smiles happily and tugs her back to him.

"No, come back here princess, sleepy time" he mumbles and gestures for her to snuggle back in his arms which she does and buries her head back in his chest being lulled to sleep by him stroking her hair and his soft snores.

💞💞

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things eddie munson

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Dead Friend Forever ep 8

I had started a re-watch of eps 1-4 - I got half way through ep 1 over breakfast this morning - but I came home tonight to a message from @kayatoasted which implied that I should finish catching up with the eps before I do my re-watch. So, here goes!

Let's see how Non can fuck his life up even more!

I like Tee's shirt, it's not one I've seen before and I want to see it again.

I wonder why we haven't seen any of the repercussions for the tutor because of the leaked video...

Am I supposed to recognise that man who walked out of the Tee's Uncle's place when Khun Keng sat down?

He was not being subtle at all. No wonder they went after him...but running him down is a bit of an extreme reaction to someone just looking a bit shifty in their food stall.

Ok so Khun Keng is dead.

Wow this is really hard to watch. Poor Non. Not only is he second/youngest child but he has to live up to his older brother who's doing well, and Non just keeps fucking up. And both parents should take equal responsibility not just blame the other.

I'm wondering if we're going to be seeing Non without his medication...

'JRPP' posted the video (What if it was Non? What if Non has split personalities? But then how would he have gotten the video from Jin? 🤔)

So Tee kind of has a conscience...he's an ass to Non but doesn't want him killed.

Non has snapped, obviously, but I wonder how much of that is to do with him not taking his medication. I'm leaning more towards it being for a mental illness and this is all really exacerbating it. I love unhinged Non though.

It is funny how Jin and tee have reversed roles... And that framing was delicious - Jin trapped in the situation.

Another BANGER of a t-shirt for Non - 'We all get lost sometimes' - that's both metaphorical and physical isn't it? 😂

And oooo is that the knife he's putting his that bag?

I loved the contrast between the first episode - when they arrive at the house they sound pleasantly surprised it's not that far/long but now they're moaning about how long it took to get there. PERSPECTIVE.

Oh and that water is going to be spiked, isn't it?

🤣 I'm actually laughing at their very real fear of Non. I can't see how it's going to end but this is brilliant! Yes! they all get to hear how awful Tee is 👏🏽

Damn, Fluke, I want to shake him - 'I have no part in this', when his passiveness is actually a choice to allow the bad things to happen to Non, therefore he absolutely does have a hand in it.

I love that Non's dad, who has been accused by Non's mum of caring too much for Non, is in a dark blue shirt showing his support, and Non's mum, who has been accused by Non's dad of not caring enough, is in the cream top.

And Phee is also in a dark blue shirt! And he's still wearing the red bracelet! DELICIOUS! So he still cares about Non...and I think he will be avenging Non in the future.

Love the parallel of making Jin drink the beer and making him drink the alcohol in the first ep. I don't know why Jin sticks with them when he clearly doesn't like them or agree with what they do...and yet he's still there in the future. But also, maybe this is why he's going abroad. To get away from them.

I also love the ambiguity of whether Tee's uncle killed Non or not, and that Tee really wants to know.

Oh is that watch Khun Keng's that Tee's uncle is wearing?

Yay! Phee's still in blue!

Ohhhh what if everything in the future is more about Tee's uncle and Phee's father?! So Phee gets in with that group because of Tee and wanting to help his dad somehow to get Tee's uncle and in the process discovering what happened to Non and avenge him...? That's a long-ass ploy because the future events are at least 2 years after what we're seeing now...

Oh poor Phee. Yes! avenge your pookie!

WHAT. WAS. THAT?! Is that Tan maybe?!

In my ep 1 rewatch, I was wondering about how Phee and Tan got to know the group and wondered if they (Phee and Tan) knew each other before and both transferred together with a purpose in mind...and now after that trailer for ep 9 I'm leaning more towards exactly that. One thing I am a bit confused about though is that the way Non's mum talks implies that she doesn't work but the first time we saw her she had on what looked like a police uniform, no?

#dead friend forever #NO SPOILERS PLEASE! #I'm nearly caught up!...but then I'll continue my eps 1-4 rewatch #that was a lot of rambling thoughts #ep 7 was still the best ep so far

[monstersinthecosmos]

May I ask you at what point it's clear Anne wrote/decided that Armand was physically a teenager? He doesn't seem to be written specifically as one during IWTV (especially) or even QOTD -- possibly why he's portrayed as a grown man in the early comic books and in the 1994 film?

Okay hahah full disclosure I’m writing this at work instead of working and I don’t have books with me to pull quotes so use your imagination or if anyone wants to jump in with some quotes please feel free!

So in IWTV he’s just described as a young man, and Louis doesn’t go crazy telling us too much about what he looks like. I have a few thoughts about this, and about how it influenced the movie and other incarnations of Armand:

Louis has spent most of his vampire life with a grown woman who looks like a 5 year old, so BIG FUCKIN DEAL LOL, wow ur 17? Get in line.

The movie specifically made him older & more spooky old world looking for the visual contrast, also to sidestep Louis’s rebound love interests both being children/young.

I don’t think we should get too nitpicky about the comic books like let’s, just. Lmao. Let’s leave that one.

By the time he shows up in TVL is when he goes from being described as “young man” to “young boy”.

I lied I do have this one quote:

This was a boy, as I had said, and he had a head of long curly hair, and he walked very straight and very simply through the silvery light and into the church. He hesitated for a moment. And by the tilt of the head, it seemed he was looking up. And then he came on through the nave and towards us, his feet making not the faintest sound on the stones. He moved into the glow of the candles on the side altar. His clothes were black velvet, once beautiful, and now eaten away by time, and crusted with dirt. But his face was shining white, and perfect, the countenance of a god it seemed, a Cupid out of Caravaggio, seductive yet ethereal, with auburn hair and dark brown eyes.

So there’s like, 12 years or whatever that she took between books and that gives her a lot of time to let her mental image and idea of the character to evolve, but also just her writing style is so different. I remember Anne saying that she also had Stella from The Tales of Hoffmann in mind when she wrote Armand, so he evolved from “ageless & androgynous” to “gleaming manikin of a young boy” !

For a visual reference, this is Moira Shearer as Stella, which Anne said was Armand in her mind:

And this is the painting Lestat mentioned:

But I think we are all aware of the tonal shift phenomenon between IWTV & TVL where IWTV is this like, heavy melancholy Gothic tome and then Lestat just shows up and fucking wrecks the place.  I don’t recall ever hearing her talk about this aspect of Armand and I don’t know if she had it in her mind the whole time, even if Louis didn’t take the time to describe it in detail the way Lestat does. I’d love to know how much of this was in her mind the whole time and if anyone has clues please let us know!!!!!!!

TLDR to answer your question, it’s ambiguous in IWTV and obvious in TVL.

HOWEVER.

I have this crack theory lmfao. !!!!!!!!!! About how Prince Alexi in The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty is also an auburn haired teenager, and how it was written in between the two VC books.

I mean like. Anne can say anyone has auburn hair but it’s just such a staple for Armand 2 ICONIC so how are you NOT gonna wonder about it when she’s writing BDSM porn? Idk.

There’s really no evidence for this except me with my Charlie Day board but sometimes I wonder if that break between books influenced her idea of him at all, and what impact it had on her prose for when she returned to Lestat, and I always wonder if they’re connected at all. IT JUST SEEMS SUSPICIOUS TO ME.

Like I mean. I think, there’s lots of teenagers in her books, so maybe this isn’t really much of a coincidence. But. I must wonder!

#vampire chronicles #armand #interview with the vampire #the vampire lestat #the claiming of sleeping beauty #anne rice #tvl quotes #vc quotes #moira shearer

[plutobutartsy]

ohoho i shall be (evil face)

di i demand to be the first to be informed about new oc developments!!!!! >:(

but in the meantime i'm kicking down your door and making you listen to my oc rambles (also tagging holly @swanconcerto cause she seemed interested hehe)

for one i found a drawing of Briar c:

this is like his fancy special occasion outfit he doesn't normally dress like that (to Evie's chagrin). he usually dresses in like a casual dark academia style? lots of sweater vests and black but also red sometimes!

i only have old drawings of Evelyn that don't match how i imagine her anymore so :((

okay anyway i wanna ramble about them being cute together so !!! first meeting!!!

they first met at the grocery store that Briar works at and like. it was a mess.

yes, Briar usually pretends to be very arrogant but he's still at the very least polite to the customers

so imagine the crisis his manager goes through when Evie comes in and Briar is just unbelievably rude to her😭

she comes up to him and asks if he can show her where the flour is and he's like "find it yourself or ask somebody else" and then he fucking bolts to the break room

it's not on purpose okay he's a loser and saw a pretty girl and his mind just shut down so he acted on reflex

meanwhile Evie is all like "okay wow this is the first time i worked up the courage to ask a worker for help and this happens. what if i die."

Briar's manager jumps in and helps her and then immediately rushes off to scold Briar

the only reason he didn't get fired on the spot was because this is the first time this happened and also Briar just looks like he's ready to pass out right then and there so the manager takes pity

Briar is panicking because "nooOoOOoooo i was a dick to the pretty girl i have no chance now" and Evie is panicking because "omg i must have said something wrong oh god this dude hates me now i can never come back here"

they're so fucking stupid i love them

Evelyn avoids the grocery store for a while because she's absolutely MORTIFIED but her efforts all went to waste because Briar shows up at HER place of work

total accident btw because he was also completely mortified, but his sister is a regular there and recommended it to him

(it's his 3rd sister btw!! the 20ish one who likes bugs, she's probably the closest with Briar out of all 4 siblings)

Evie sees him come in and almost fucking explodes on the spot

Briar sees her behind the counter and goes through 25 stages of grief at once

it's right after lunch rush so they're basically alone safe for the old lady sitting in the corner and Makena in the back room

Briar wants to apologize but he just can't lol but he does manage to not be inncredibly rude again

it's like really fucking awkward i can't lie HAHAGDD

but when he goes to order he asks for Evie's recommendation and she's like :O so he doesn't hate me??

he actually sits down at the counter even though he finds it terrifying

and anyway he really likes the pastery she recommended him so he's like "wow these are rly good do you guys get them delivered or do you make them yourselves?"

and Evelyn fucking loses it because !!!! i made those!!!!!!!!! and she's just so happy and goes on a ramble about how she tried a new recipe and these are a bit of an experiment and oh she was just so scared nobody would like them

and then BRIAR is in his head all like "!!!! if i come here again!!! i get to talk to her AND eat delicious stuff she makes!!!!!!!!"

like he doesn't even care that it has no nutritional value for him lol

more silly shenanigans once they get closer/start dating

so much food omg he cooks for her and she bakes for him

words of affirmation is deffo a love language they share

Briar's is also gift giving and remember his family is loaded

Evie can't go into any store with him because the second she looks interested in something he already bought it

Evie is big on physical touch. ALWAYS holding hands. a billion forehead kisses. like thank god they don't go to the same school because they would make everybody SICK

they're both so impressed by the others powers

Evie makes something float and Briar loses his mind because WOW THSTS SO COOL!!!!

Briar and vampire speed. he's like a 10 year old trying to impress his crush in p.e. like "look how fast i can run!!!" it's very silly but Evelyn still claps for him

there's like a lake near them in the woods and Evie is like "hear me out what IF you throw me across all the way to the other side of the lake and then you run there and catch me can you do that??" and Briar's all like girl you are insane

but they do it anyway and it's Evie's favourite thing

Evie takes him to broom races and he almost died when he saw just how fast she actually flies on that fucking stick with no safety nets whatsoever

also takes him with her on some regular flights and he likes the view but the height is also scary. like he trusts her fully but GOD

Evie was devastated when she found out that vampires can't turn into bats

#cosmic communication #stella's super cool ocs

[purplefox-writes]

A Game of Chess (Tom Riddle x you)

Summary: You join a Slytherin party and end up playing chess with none other than Tom Riddle.

Word-count: 800

Content warnings: none

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The sound of music and laughter echoes through the stone halls of Hogwarts as you make your way towards the Slytherin common room. You're nervous, your heart pounding in your chest as you wonder if you made the right decision to come to the party tonight. You're not even sure why you were invited in the first place, but when two handsome Slytherin boys approached you in the library earlier that day and asked you to join, you were intrigued.

You take a deep breath and step inside. The first thing you notice is the opulence of the room. The Slytherins have outdone themselves once again, with velvet curtains, plush couches, and an enormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The atmosphere is lavish, yet eerie, with dark shadows flickering across the room.

The party is already in full swing, and you're immediately struck by the intensity of the music and the volume of the laughter. The Slytherins are dressed in their finest clothes, and many of them are already quite intoxicated. You try to blend in, make small talk with the people around you and sit by them while they play drinking games. As the night wears on, you realize that this isn't the kind of party you enjoy. You're more comfortable in the quiet of the library or the peace of the Ravenclaw tower.

As you peruse the bookshelf of the common room, touching delicately the spines of the books, you pause when your hand brushes against an intriguing title on charms. Suddenly, you feel a presence towering behind you.

“Not your scene?” A soft voice addresses you.

You look up and meet Tom Riddles onyx eyes, his hands held behind his back. You've seen him around Hogwarts before, but you've never really spoken to him.

"No, not really," you reply, returning the book to its place on the shelf. "Not much of a party animal."

Tom Riddle nods thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the books on the shelf.

"I understand the appeal of books," he says, his voice smooth and measured. "But sometimes it's good to break out of our comfort zones and experience new things."

You raise an eyebrow at his words, surprised that he seems to be offering you some sort of advice.

"Are you suggesting I stay at the party?" you ask skeptically.

Tom Riddle smiles, a small, enigmatic smirk that makes your heart skip a beat.

"I'm not suggesting anything," he says, his eyes meeting yours. “Follow me” he directs, turns on his heel and begins walking away without checking to see if you're following.

Curious, you follow Tom as he leads you through the crowded common room and up a flight of stairs to a small, dimly lit room. The room is sparsely furnished, with only a few chairs, a fireplace and a large chessboard set up on a table in the center.

"Have you ever played chess before?" Tom Riddle asks, gesturing to the board.

You nod, feeling a bit more at ease now that you're away from the raucous party downstairs.

"Yes, I have," you say, taking a seat opposite him at the table.

Tom Riddle smiles, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Good," he says, leaning forward to make the first move. "Then let's play."

The two of you engage in a tense game of chess, the pieces clacking against the board as you make your moves. Tom Riddle proves to be a formidable opponent, his sharp mind and strategic thinking evident in every move he makes.

As the game goes on, you find yourself getting lost in the thrill of the competition, the noise and chaos of the party downstairs fading away into the background.

It's only when the game is over, with Tom Riddle emerging as the victor, that you realize just how much time has passed.

"Wow, that was intense," you say, stretching your arms and legs after sitting for so long. "I had no idea chess could be so exciting."

Tom Riddle smiles, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Chess is one of my favorite games," he says, standing up from the table. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. "I wouldn't mind having a repeat of this experience," he says, extending a hand to help you up from your seat. "But only if you promise to give me a run for my money."

You take his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at the touch.

"I will do my best," you say, grinning up at him.

"I look forward to it," he says, his tone playful. "I have a feeling you'll keep me on my toes."

As you both make your way back down to the party, you can't help but feel excited for what the future might hold between you and Tom Riddle.

#tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x you #tom riddle #tom riddle x ravenclaw #hp fandom #hp fanfcition #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle fic #tom riddle imagine

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Fic title: Vesemir's Bunny

I cackled so loudly my cat left, Leaf. For this, as tempting as it would be to put him in bunny ears, I'd probably write a mature sugar daddy AU, Vesemir/Guxart:

Modern AU, Vesemir is still a Witcher.

It's several years since Mignole passed away. Vesemir always knew it would happen, but it still hit him like an absolute freight train.

He's now extremely wealthy, but lonely as all hell.

Lambert, annoyed by his moping, jokingly suggests a sugar daddy service. At least Vesemir would get laid (not that Lambert wants to think about that: fucking yikes).

In a moment of weakness, Vesemir searches for it on the internet and falls down a rabbit hole.

Most of the "sugar babies" looking for someone are far too young and he closes the window at least four times in self-disgust.

Then, he happens upon a website where all the pictures are of older people. People like him, sometimes a little younger.

One photograph in particular catches his eye: a tall man with tawny skin and bright green eyes. His hair is lightly curled salt and pepper, and he looks absolutely dashing in a three piece suit.

The biography offers a name: Guxart, or Artie to loved ones.

The biography tells a familiar story: Guxart worked hard all his life, but he's looking down the barrel of a penniless retirement, because every Crown he made went to his extensive family.

(wow, Vesemir thought his family was large; Guxart has children and grandchildren in the double figures.)

Vesemir tells himself it's foolish. But he keeps returning to Guxart's page. Over and over.

Vesemir writes his number down and stares at it for several days.

And then he calls.

The man that picks up sounds tired, but brightens when Vesemir explains why he rang. They talk for a little bit: Guxart is funny and charming, and Vesemir loves the sound of his voice.

The words call out of Vesemir's mouth before he can stop them: would Guxart be available for dinner next week? The answer is an enthusiastic but surprised 'yes'.

They meet at one of Vesemir's favourite restaurants: an old Ofiri place just outside Novigrad.

He arrives first and orders a nice red wine for their table, and watches the door. He half expects to be stood up. After all, he sent a picture of himself so Guxart could spot him upon arrival.

But Guxart arrives. He tugs nervously at his jacket as he appears in the doorway, and straightens his tie. He looks even more dashing than in the pictures, his dark curls neatly arranged, his short beard trimmed.

He shakes Vesemir's hand and smiles warmly, but Vesemir can tell he's nervous. He touches the cutlery like Lambert does when he's straightening them to avoid eye contact, he touches his face once or twice and chooses a salad off the menu.

After a while, Vesemir can't stand it any more. He asks Guxart why he's so worried.

Guxart's lips press together tightly, the laughter lines around his eyes crease a little: he doesn't want to ruin it. The last few appointments didn't go so well. He was too old for one, too loud for another, the third was... well, he doesn't want to talk about that one.

Vesemir tells him that he's looking for a companion. Someone who he can talk to, share a bottle of nice scotch and fall asleep by a fire with. Most of his friends are dead; he lost his best friend several years ago.

It's hard to make new friends at their age. Vesemir's just desperate for a friend. He will pay, of course. That's how the whole thing works.

Guxart blinks once or twice, and then the tension melts away with a single breath. Yeah, he wouldn't mind a friend.

After that, the meal goes well. Vesemir takes Guxart back and they share that scotch on his balcony. Vesemir buys Guxart a cab home, and they agree to meet again soon.

They message each other in the days in between. Vesemir feels a warmth growing in his chest.

The next time, they play chess and discuss botany.

The time after that, they go to a beer tasting and end up snoring on Vesemir's sofa.

After that, they attend a theatre performance and there's another meal, then a country walk, then a horse trek, then a poetry reading, then...

...a kiss. On Vesemir's balcony. Guxart cradled against Vesemir's chest, a hand in his hair and another at the small of his back.

Guxart damn near purrs, and Vesemir asks whether he would like to stay a little longer than an evening.

Guxart ends up staying a whole lot longer than an evening. Forever, in fact.

#vesemir #guxart #vexart #guxart/vesemir #tw3 #the witcher