#hyper fixated indeed

[emmajh97-mumaji]

Fun Fact:

My friends have decided to make fun of my unhinged obsession with Takuto Maruki from Persona 5 Royal by mockingly singing a parody of 'Miku' by Amanaguchi, where the lyrics are 'Maruki' instead

Essentially, "🎶 Maruki -uki -oo ee oo🎶"

[obsessive-dumpling]

431 was bad, but if you haven't read it, you can ignore it! It's not part of canon either ways, hori said it's even less than a bonus

So just ignore it!

😭 thank you @eleiwitch I appreciate the answer to my question and the out that I very much want. Unfortunately, I /can't/ ignore it. It is both physically and mentally impossible for me to not consume this godforsaken piece of MHA content.

Despite my heart rejecting it, my brain says I must...and I am a slave to the gray meatloaf inside my noggin at this point...and it KNOWS it! There is no saving me, so please, save yourselves!

[sexynetra]

live laugh love maxianna

Live Laugh Love Maxianna indeed :)))

[not-so-local-lesbian]

Skyrim

tickles me pink when you get a quest to kill ghosts in an rpg. like yeah this massive broadsword is gonna do just fine against these things.no rites no helping them move on just fucking cleaving them in twain

[urspiritualnurse]

▪︎ Pick a pile reading. (Left to right )

If I ever met you in person, what will be my perception of you?

✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧

(Pick a picture that calls your attention, logic is not superior to intuition, and intuition is not superior to logic, do not assume your head cannot pick a pile that speaks for you, if intuition is quiet, use your mind to choose.)

Pile 1.

I'm hearing the word, Saturn. Over and over again.

Saturn's beloved mortal, you might be.

I think when I meet you guys, I would notice your attention to details and certain obsessive perfectionist tendencies, the bowl has to be placed a certain way, the belt has to go a certain way, the hair, the nails, etc.

Even the writings, I hear.

If Saturn came alive one day and decided he would choose a mortal from earth to do his task, he would knock at your door for assistance.

You know when you have this exact plan in head and with it an exact way of doing methods, and you see people who are assisting you, going about their ways, graying your hair with worries and dread, as you sweat buckets of anxiety, not necessarily because those who are assisting you are incompetent, but because they do not uphold to your way of standard, methods, etc.

I would perceive you as someone....at first....a bit uptight.

I'm a person who indeed am fond of structure but upon meeting you I might get a bit agitated.... but you'd be the most responsible person within my vicinity.

You know when people are considered to be materialistic, we often assume they are very much stuck in the matrix and excessively grounded to the point of no faith, but I think you are the kind of person, who even when charmed by material things will not fickle their way around, there are two types of greed in people when it comes to materialistic ambition, there are people who will want something and go for it with no stops or turn taken in the middle, hyper fixated and grounded and the other type being someone who starts by wanting something and while they are moving towards it, something else catches their eyes, repeating such patterns and never completing any ambition in return.....

I think you are the grounded type, could be your downfall too. If you do not let yourself breath once in a while.

A funny example comes to mind, you know when you are cooking something and you hold the cooked supper up to the dining table but it is far from the kitchen and very hot to hold onto, I'm for certain, someone who will stop and cool my burning hands on the way, but I think you'd be the type to stubbornly not rest until you put that supper down the table.....will it burn your fingers? Yes. Will you find it terrible? Yes.

But you are stubborn like that.

Nomatter what burns or scars you collect on your way to what you want, your eyes that are devoted to your aim, does not falter.

I think I would respect that about you.

You are as though aware that one look away from your desired want, into your surrounding struggles, your attention will be spilt into many....

You would be a fantastic lover....

Very aware of what a wandering gaze could cause both in ambition and in love.

Wonderful pile 1.

I would find you righteous and stern, very serious.

Someone I wouldn't want to joke around at the first meeting.

But you know you could be both, since there are two types of serious people.

One, a pain in the butt, the other, endearing to look at.

You could dance around these two types.

Somedays you could be a huge downer and the other days, you could be endearing in your unwavering focus.

Very resourceful and frugal.

If I ever went shopping with you, I would feel ashamed of my money managing skills..even though I'm myself very resourceful but you're something else.

I think all in all, I would want to be soft with you.

You'd be to me, a standing stem, stern and tall, covered in righteous thorns, and I would want to become a flower on top~

And the picture here is speaking intuitively, I find it as though saturn is unrobing itself from its structural circle....

I would find you someone tempting to unravel.

I'm wicked like that, I love softening mountains and hardening the tender sea.

Pile 2.

In this pile, I'm getting a young and very delightful energy.

You guys could literally be younger than me or have a very youthful nature.

If I met you guys in person, the first thing I would notice about you is your curious nature and the enthusiasm to learn.

I think in the past, you have struggled with vanity, a decorated image of self that you believed needed no guidance or help from above, but now I see you are growing from a place of community as well.

Growth has two takes, one that you do all on your own.

And the other, where you need a push from someone else.

I think, the "on your own" part, you did very well for years and years, but somehow that part of you, where self-sufficiency began to turn into pride, that's when you couldn't bear the thought of getting help from someone else.

You could have grown up without a reliable figure, and I would notice in you an innocence where you could only find in someone who is in need of a reliable figure.

The way you communicate with someone high, elder, more experienced than you, I would notice it all, the way there would be a longing in your eyes, the enthusiastic nod to your superior, the happy admiration towards the elder who just spoke about his early life, I would see it all, and perceive in you, a delicate need for someone in your life.

It is very complicated, isn't it? How we can find pride out of any and everything.

Especially when you've grown up too humble for your own good, humility out of lack...when you believe in you there is no special trait to boast about, one little aspect that shines, whether it be self sufficiency or independence....you hold it tightly.....as your one and only medal....that tells the onlookers you are too, worth being praised.

But hey, you are very magnificent.

I would find you to be, if we were colleagues, the best.

You know there are the type of colleagues who seem too uptight and literally feels like task themselves, you would be the type I would giggle gaggle through my shift with...I would always check our schedules and hope...to have you in my little work hours.

Someone inspiring.

A veteran, experienced and through, indeed sparks in us inspiration...

But something about a novice, amateur, newly beginning, youthful little soul, tumbling and getting around nomatter their previous fall......awakens something so primal inside, as though the imperfect side of us, who had no God to find inspiration from.....finally found one...

Our perfect selves, has a perfect god, veterans, absolutes, and experienced.

And the imperfect selves that is in need of also that very god, cannot find inspiration through......following a perfect god.

You are to all of us, who are indeed imperfect, flawed and amateurs in certain subjects and matter, an inspiration.

Keep going.

I would find you to be an absolute delight to be around.

I would find my maternal instinct howl and growl around you like a mother wolf.

An image is being shown, of lot of sparkling bubbles floating around the space.

The universe that has rigid laws and planets, firm and hard to move, the way the little bubbles swing around every directions and corners freely, reminds me of you.

You are the little twinkling bubbles, unserious and delightful, floating in the universe, full of serious regimes, positions, structure....

The planets you pass by, in your little bubbly figure, waves you in delight.

Keep going my little brother or sister.💛

Pile 3.

In this pile, I'm getting that you are a perfect mess.

You could be a bit ditzy or lost in your own little head.

If I met you guys in person, I would first notice your unabashed imperfections, maybe bedhead, wrinkled shirt, open-mouthed zipper door, two different socks, misplaced shoes, etc.

I think, you are someone who is a different breed, you know what matters and what doesn't. And your version is, different than others, you do not care to ruminate about perfection, but what you care about, you are head over heels for it.

You are like the very example of a person who cooks a perfect meal, so yummy and so worth a chew, you end up happy as you devour the last bite but the moment you look up to the kitchen, you are instantly struck by a heavy heart attack.....

You could literally be messy while you do something but what you were doing, always ends up in perfection.

But I would not lend you my kitchen or things......

I would be impressed by your surprising charms, your nonchalant nature that seems apathetic and bored yet, endearing to look at.

But I am also seeing you could have been fighting a habit of yours, a messy tendency to express your anger or frustration.

Maybe you are the type to punch a wall, break the whole computer if it messed your mood, the image that comes to mind is someone blowing air into the burning flames, instead of pouring the water next to him.

The way of dealing with things or tasks, is not so impacted if in the end the results came out well.

But people and relationships are different, how you respond to circumstances that involves a crowd or two, you need to be very mindful of that, little one.

There are many people who find you endearing, and understand your little mishaps, and I would be one of them too but, you must understand, when someone is lenient to you, it is not an opportunity for you to keep continuing the problematic thing, but a generous chance to do better the next try.

I think you are well loved, people who are tired of the status quo, the perfectionist tendencies, the uptight regimes and routines, will find you to be a breath of fresh air.

You are inspiring to those who believe only uptight path leads to a better result....

You are easy going and comforting to be around, but remember to stop in your mid tracks to appreciate those who give space for your mishaps to happen.

The patience from your surrounding is worth appreciating.

You would be the perfect innovater, someone who thinks outside the box. I would find your babbling, entertaining to listen, your ideas are refreshing and humorous.

I would watch you from afar and admire your audacious and bold, imperfections.

And I would think in my head, "wow....that person truly doesn't give a flying f."

But you could be someone who has a hard time maintaining relationship or conversations, you are either very good at winging the last remaining penny in your pocket or you could be someone not so good at managing your pockets.

The last message to you child is this,

You are forever accompanied, your besides are never empty,

And your nature is unaware, your hands fast paced, your temperament fixated,

When you are swinging in speed an axe full of tasks and emotions, be mindful dear.

For you are always accompanied, and your besides are never empty....someone might get hurt by your apathetic strike.....so be careful.

Pile 4.

The first message I got here was,

This pile being very fair minded, passionately even.

Your temperament might be sweet and polite, but for a cause regarding equality, you are fiery.

The masculine and feminine energy both seems very relaxed and balanced in you, if not already you are about to be in this energy very soon.

If I ever met you in person,I would first notice your way of speaking, the well painted vowels, the brilliantly structured tone and pitch, the way you communicate would be something I would love observing either to learn or just....witness.

You could smile pretty easily, someone who doesn't hesitate to smile to strangers or service staffs doing their jobs, but I think the more time If I am to spend with you, I would start picking up a certain restlessness within you....

As if you were being followed by someone with a forever plastered camera in their hands taking shots after shots of you, and you as though dreading the idea of coming in those stolen shots, imperfect......flawed......

I would notice in you the restless pursuit of perfection...

As though the mirrors you look at everyday, had come alive when you were a child, and followed you around everywhere, reminding you of your posture, position, image...

I'm also getting you might have witnessed when young, mistreatment towards an unexpected gender....the societal roles of dominance that men are put under....I feel like you witnessed that dominance in a woman....maybe a mother figure.

Maybe the father figure remained in a demure position, and when i say this, do not interpret it as the flaw of your father's masculinity.

It's as if, a father figure was in a pleaser mode, trying to appease the mother figure his entire time.....power is not always red and violent, power is sometimes violet and cold.

Someone can assert authority by either using brute force, or using silence....cold shoulder......both leading to fears.....where one who is in a vulnerable position....will eventually find themselves, in a pleaser state of mind.

I think, you would be to me a spectacular evidence of a living star amongst the earth.

As though the earth who envied the skies gifted with infinite stars, longed and longed for a star of its own.....had one day discovered you.....a little shining ember, twinkling amidst the darkened crowd.....the earth in her high consciousness appreciated your birth but her lower frequency that is in form of the mundane world, decided out of fear, to swallow you within, hiding you away from the sky, swirling out circumstances after circumstances that would lead you to fear, opening up to the open sky.......or ever taking a flight, to be finally seen up above, shining as the star...

This earth, metaphorically could be speaking about someone in your life.

A lonely figure, who really had prayed for a shining miracle, once granted couldn't get themselves to let you go....

In the very picture you can see, the star looks like it is being swallowed by the earth....the first thought that had came to my mind was just that.

What is a star doing in the earth's ground? And why is the earth pulling it in ?

I think you would be someone I would look at, look in and look upto,

someone who is very aware of how they affect the entire circle, someone so thoughtful and concerned about their image, that would even go far as to, warn me of consequences that you personally fear.....

Sometimes it's annoying to be warned, when what they are warning you about is not something you fear but my annoyance would melt away it's hostility when in your eyes, I would catch a glimpse of the restlessness you hide.

The way you run away from the consequences you never want to live through, such raw and intense fear....you cared enough not to want another go through that...?

It's wonderful.......doesn't matter if it's your projection.

I would appreciate your concern......

My little one, I think you and I, would become a silent bystander in each other's life......your fear that drips out of your concern filled warnings......I would collect all of it to know you better.....a you that you do not dare show.....a fearful, worried, vulnerable, restless, not so poised and charmingly certain.....self,

I will absolutely cherish those gathered sides of you, in a very beautiful treasure box.

If I met you, I would see only the things you show me.....but I will dare be nosy and dare be......observant....

Because to see you, one must numb their vision, become impaired in sight.

Only then can I finally look at your covered self, beneath all the cherry picked adornments.

You are like a brilliant sapphire, being taught to believe is in need of hiding......

You are this one lost little gem who thinks, adorning itself with jewels is the only way to be granted value.

If only you knew, that a rare sapphire like you, doesn't need, adornment.

One look at you and your shine is apparent, passing even through the empty sockets of a blind man, your worth is sharp and something that is universally known.

[deadghosy]

can i have a headcanon for lucifer morningstar with elder sister! reader? I am just in desperate need for family stuff. Like elder sister! reader is nto weak and as powerful as lucifer (maybe a tiny bit stronger since th eboth of them are archangel).

Like elder sister!reader decided to follow her younger brother lucifer to hell by becoming a fallen angel too because she is very worried for him. (even knowing the punishment are brutal and harsh but she does not care) I would love if you make the dynamic between the two where reader is the more sterner, fiercer and scary one (like maybe she used to be a commander of an angel army before) and then lucifer is just a little guy who loves ducks (he can beat ass too lol) thanks for reading and i will appreciate a lot if you start writing my ideas! take care!

ELDER SISTER! READER X PLATONIC HAZBIN HOTEL

Prompt: You are the elder sister of Lucifer Morningstar who couldn’t help but fall down for your young brother.

Warning:: Episode 8 mentions

Your brother, Lucifer Morningstar fell because of his “differences” being called a “trouble maker.” And simply having different ideas. You were different from your former younger brother as you were stern and serious at all times. But when Lucifer went to court and got sent to his own creation. Your eyes widen with fear and shocked.

You didn’t want to question things at the moment. But as hours, days, weeks, months, and then a few years pass. You couldn’t help but had enough as you started to question Sera and her rules. You didn’t believe in this type of punishment your younger brother had. But you guessed it was enough to the point you fell too.

YEARS LATER

You live with Lucifer as he was happy to see you were alive and well. Immediately when you came by his palace with your wings spout out that looked like his. He was ecstatic. He jumped into your arms with silly smile. He always loved being in your arms as he was scared how you would think of him when he fell. But you?! He was confused.

He asked you as you told him what happened and Lucifer felt his heart melt seeing his older sister care for him that much. And he started to cry while you sigh with a smile not surprised at this. You gave him a napkin which he gladly took letting you in his home which is now your home.

After he calmed down he told you how he has a daughter but an ex wife. You raised a brow as he explains his relationship with Lilith. You guess it must brought him to depression as his eye were having bags. So you cheered him up with a few fireworks which made his eyes light up as if he was a child again.

You became the 2nd ruler of hell as you were the commander back in heaven. But not any more.

Lucifer tried to tell you how he tried to give “his” people freedom and they ruined it, but you didn’t care as you put a hand out signaling him to stop. Lucifer listened looking down.

“I do not care. They shall not use freedom this way. But don’t worry young brother.” You patted his shoulder. “I won’t be harsh.”

And indeed you weren’t harsh but you were strict around some of pentagram city. Sinners understand the assignment immediately and there were less crimes around.

HEADCANNONS:

You know that meme where a person and standing there calmly and the other person is going crazy and bouncing around?

Yeah that’s you and Lucifer…cause he was being hyper fixated about his ducks to you as you just stood there and smile softly.

That soft mother like smile of yours made Lucifer feel like home as he explains more to you.

Hell, when he would miss you he would make a small opera where you had joined him in hell and how you would fix him dinner or breakfast when he came home. Just like a normal human family.

If you were getting messed with, Lucifer is full on demon mode as you held him back by his white coat with a sigh. He knows you can protect yourself but damn. He sure can throw a mean punch at assholes.

You guys do hobbies together, like he would make ducks and you would do [hobby]. It was always a calm day

I headcannon Lucifer to follow behind you like a lost duckling while you walk around the palace doing your job. You’re taller than him obviously cause you are powerful. It’s an adorable sight though.

When Charlie heard that she had an aunt, and you were in hell too! She was amazed with stars in her eyes as she wanted to meet you immediately.

And so you did. You showed up at the hotel with an angelic smile as Alastor narrowed his eyes at you but still kept a smile. You hug Charlie as she hugged you back while jumping. Charlie starts to rant about her dreams and it made you realized how much she is Lucifer’s daughter as you smile down at her.

But then she tells you how the angels are going to attack the hotel and that made you sigh as you held a dark gaze.

You have just met your niece and no one shall harm her and her dreams.

It was basically giving, “I have just met Charlie and I would kill someone for her!”😭

So when the battle started unnoticed by you. Lucifer notified you about what’s happening as your eyes widen quickly with a flash. A red mist makes Lucifer coughs covering his nose. He had forgotten how quick you were at times.

As you fly down with heavy wings, Adam and lute over a force field. You let out a breath happy to see that the hotel was fine. Until Adam broke it as your eyes widen. You swoop in killing the Exorcists left and right.

As you kill Lucifer pops up seeing Adam tormenting his daughter, bringing out his protectiveness. He saved Charlie only for Adam to get up and berate them. You fly down gracefully holding a cold look.

“Woah, didn’t know sweet tits had fallen like her loser bro-”

Before he could say anything, a heavenly glowing light beams through him as Adam gasps on the floor holding his chest. Everything went silent as people were shocked at the one shot.

“That’s my sister, AND your aunt!” Lucifer says elbowing Charlie gently with a smug smile as Charlie is jaw dropped at how you can one shot someone.

Hopefully you liked it <33

[shirefantasies]

Hi 🍄your work is so incredible! You’re literally keeping my hobbit/Tolkien hyper-fixation alive. I was wondering if you would want to write a first kiss situation with thorins company/hobbit characters? I hope your surgery goes well and you have a easy and speedy recovery!

Thank you what an honor omg!!! Man the surgery itself was ok but everything after was NOT IT 😭 so glad to be doing better now! This is a great idea & I sure do want to write it🫡😁 sorry it took so long because this request is apparently like 5 months old 🥲

Warning: loooooong post lololol, minor blood/injury mentions, some suggestive jokes/moments, corny at times hehe

Your First Kiss With the Hobbit Characters

Balin

“You can’t keep running off like that, you know.” Fingers closed around your wrist, but not so tightly as to provide entrapment, rather a secure anchor. Secure as the comfort of Balin’s deep brown gaze, something deep sparkling in his eyes you could never find elsewhere. Beads of sweat slid down your back as your breathing slowed, the adrenaline of battle washing away. Balin knew that feeling, saw it in you. “I know,” you answered, chest falling with a hard exhale, “But I can hardly leave everyone resigned to their fate when I can help.” It was then Balin’s turn to sigh. “I know, too,” he told you, rotating his grip around your wrist so the back of your hand was enveloped in his palm, “I suppose I am just being selfish.” Some number of seconds of you gaping passed before you managed to stutter out three words. “Does that mean…?” “Aye,” was all he said as he squeezed your hand, glancing down until you cupped his cheek, bringing his gaze back into yours before tugging him into your lips for one last adrenaline wave.

Dwalin

"You?" "Were you expecting Mahal himself?" You chirp in response, leaning on your hand and giving Dwalin a catlike smile. Unfazed, he continues. "What are you doing here?" "What do you think?" You answer with a question of your own, this one far less teasing. Softer. "You can't keep coming back. This is dangerous." Dangerous, he says as if it is not he who lies in a healer's tent with a broken arm freshly set and Valar know how many other bandages. Pain and pity cross your expression as you peer down at the warrior, rest your palm over his tattooed hand. "I can't lose you, too," he adds, gaze drifting from yours and eyelashes fluttering downward sheepishly, "You are far too precious. Too pure." Rosy glow overtakes you, shining outward through your smile and into your fingers, which spread to interlock with Dwalin's. "And too foolish, I suppose, for you, Master Dwalin, will never be rid of me. Do not let yourself be taken by such folly, for nothing is purer than you deserve, my hero." You feel his hand flex beneath you; his eyes finally flicker back upward before darting back shut as he leans up, cupping your cheek with his free hand. You taste salt and breaths of anticipation, war, relief, and love all in one. Pure indeed.

Thorin

A gasp startled you out of your dazed stare into the night, fire flickering at your back as you watched over empty hills. Turning your back to it, you returned your attention to those whom you presided over, protected for the night. The sight of Thorin bolting upright gave you pause, but soon you were at his side. “Are you alright?” “…Yes.” The king-to-be would not meet your eyes, his gaze falling into the shadows the fire cast upon his countenance. “Look at me.” Your command alone was enough to snap his head up; never had you spoken so to him or used do broken a tone. Thorin’s brows furrowed. “Worry not. It was just a dream.” “That was no dream,” you shot back, all but whispering. “No.” Thorin smiled wryly. “Sometimes it all comes back. I see it in the night when I cannot fight. I am helpless to it all. They cannot be saved. Then I wake and I wonder if it is to be so.” “No,” you laid your hand over his, “This weight is not yours alone. All of us are here with you, right? I am here with you.” A genuine smile crossed Thorin’s face, a shake of his head in wonder followed by a slow nod. “Thank you.” “Of course,” you answer. As you shifted, Thorin tightened his grip on your hand. “Stay.” “I will,” you told him, “I will.” “Good.” Not another word passed between your lips before they connected, passing over each other in moonlit words unspoken.

Oin

You hadn't even realized you were wounded at first. Shock overtaking you, you had run across the battlefield in pursuit of your comrades, only for them to gape and point at the blood seeping from your leg. You were fine, you assured them, but having none of it they hoisted you up over one shoulder each and dragged you over to a healer's tent, by which point a sharp sting had begun coursing up the expanse of your right leg. You were lowered down onto the tent's cushion-lain floor with it extended, and only when you looked up were you made aware of the familiar face before you. "Oin!" At your exclamation, the healer looked up and gave such a smile of recognition that your heart flipped. He spoke your name, too, although he did not match your enthusiasm, instead calling out with worry. "It's all right," you reassured him, "Not much more than a scratch." Rolling up your trouser leg, though, Oin winced at the blood before he began cleaning it. His bearded face fell into something much more serious than you were used to; for once he wasn't joking around as the jolly dwarf you knew and loved. That facade, the great focus, lasted the entire time he tended to you in fact. His hands were so dedicated and gentle as they worked over your torn skin. Upon completing your bandaging, he peered t you, dark eyes now intent upon yours. "You'll be fine." "Were you worried?" You couldn't help chuckling a bit. No healer were you, but the wound was nowhere near grievous or life-threatening. "Of course I was," Oin agreed without hesitation, "You know how much I care about you, don't you?" "I-" Lips parting, you stuttered for a moment. In your hesitation, Oin's hand found yours and gently brought you closer until his lips hit yours, beard tickling your cheeks. "Maybe now you do," he told you, smiling as you separated, "Now get some rest, alright?"

Gloin

“If you two do not stop acting like children," Gloin called to the princes, "We will treat you like children!” “What’ll you do,” Kili countered with crossed arms, smiling at his older brother, “Put us in the corner?” “We absolutely will,” you chimed in, mirroring the younger prince’s posture, “With pleasure, you ruffians!" "You two are like an old married couple," Fili tutted, shaking his head. "That's right," you agreed, grabbing Gloin's face with both hands and yanking him into a quick kiss that had one prince whooping and one calling out in disgust as they ran off. "What in Mahal's name was that?" Gloin asked you as you separated, auburn brows raised in distinct spite of the fact you'd felt him kiss you back. "Sorry, too much? I knew it'd scare them off. Might make them talk as well, though." "I wanted to kiss you first!" Gloin complained, pouting beneath his beard and prompting you to giggle as he took your hand, ready to make a more serious confession.

Bifur

Feet thudding against the ground, you ignored the shocks to your ankles and sprinted further. Dust clouds kicked up, but you clamped your mouth shut and ran, scanning across the black splatters of orcs’ blood and sheens of fallen blades. None of it stopped until you caught the sight of familiar braids, of black hair spilling out beneath a head trickling blood. “Bifur…” You whispered. He took your hand, gazing up at you with sad eyes. Muttered something faintly in Khuzdul…did you catch the word love? Your answer came in the way he leaned to press your forehead against his, ignoring the fresh wound and the axe still embedded in it. “I’ll take care of you,” you promised, “I love you.” Your lips met with all the passion of admission and promise and hope of recovery.

Bofur

“Come on now, won’t you have a drink?” You reached out a hand, wrapping it around the tankard over Bofur’s own gloved fingers, though you didn’t accept it straightaway. Instead, you kept your hand where it was and leaned in over the liquor. “Are you trying to get me tipsy, sir?” You teased. “Why, what’ll you do if you do get tipsy?” Bofur shot back with a playful, lopsided grin. “Use your imagination,” you replied, loosening your grip on the tankard and subsequently Bofur’s hand. The dwarf, however, was not giving up so easily. “Well, as a tipsy person myself, I suppose I would imagine something like this.” Tugging your hand back into his, Bofur ignored the tankard completely in favor of pressing his lips to yours, his mustache tickling your cheeks as you surrendered to the reverie of his lips’ sweet dominance. When you finally pull away, you both wore his playful look. “Alright, now I’m trying to get you tipsier,” you told him.

Bombur

“Wait, come back!” For a moment you thought you would finally get to thank the mysterious gifter of sweets, the one who left baskets of baked goods at the edges of your garden. Always tied with a different patterned bow, this time a gold-edged ribbon of maroon. Standing up, you’d made to follow the sound of footsteps only to see a form rounding the corner, just a wide bit of cloak trailing. “Please!” You turned around one way then whipped back the other when a skidding scraped the walls of your ears. Facing you was a very stocky, flaming-haired dwarf with his hands folded politely in front of him and rocking on his heels. "Since you said please," he said, his voice simple and sweet and a little bit scared. "I've really wanted to meet you," you told him, stepping forward, "To thank you." “Are you disappointed now?” Your gifter asked. “I promise I can do more than bake, I can fight, I will fight for-” Resting a hand on his shoulder, you shook your head. “You’re sweet enough for me just as you are. Never before have I had a secret admirer- someone who went to so much effort. That alone is amazing. Enough.” “You’re too sweet for me.” Pulling him closer by the hand upon his shoulder, you pressed a little kiss to his lips. “Just. Enough. Now, can I know my baker’s name?”

Dori

Of all the company members, only one of them supplied you with a spool of his own thread. Thick thread glittering with slivers of metallic sheen interwoven between lighter strips of the tiny cords. "So it matches the rest of my coat, you know," Dori explained, eyes flitting a bit sheepishly. "Ah," you set down your usual spool, a plainer brownish roll you'd just been using on one of Kili's pockets, "I see." You'd barely glanced up from your work, from ensuring you did not strike the thimble upon your finger, until you noticed the way Dori wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I…I know I’m a lot to deal with,” he said, “But it’s just that I know how I like things! I can’t help it.” “I do not think you’re a lot to deal with,” you replied, giving the dwarf your fully undivided attention, “I would be happy to deal with you.” The way his blue eyes widened, you could tell Dori was nowhere near expecting such a response, natural as it came to you. “Would you really?” “More than happy,” you added with a nod. “Well,” he fiddled with his hands, shifting closer to where you sat, “I would be more than happy to care for you in return.” “You already do,” you told him, eyelashes fluttering, “That is what I love about you.” Your allure got to Dori then, all glitter of threads fading in favor of your eyes, which he fell into, and your lips, which he leaned into.

Nori

“Get back here!” Chasing after Nori, you called out to the dwarf, who looked back over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. Of all things, he’d chosen to nick your undergarments, the fiend. Of course. Wheeling about, Nori ran up to a large rock and jumped up to the top of it, finally towering over you. He leaned down, your undergarments clutched triumphantly in his gloved hand as your noses nearly brushed. You could feel the warmth of his breath upon your face as you gazed upward, frown faltering and words failing at this new development. Nori, of course, still looked quite smug and had no trouble speaking. Remaining exactly where he was, he remarked, "Well, this is fun, isn't it?" "No," you answered, arms crossed, "It is not. Give those back!" "You're gonna have to make me, hm?" Fine. Two could play at that game. Frustration roiled in your chest, a fire burning as you eyes met Nori's. This whole charade had you quite ready to sacrifice whatever shred of dignity you had left to fight scoundrel with scoundrel. Taking the dwarf roughly by the collar, you yanked him into you and joined your lips. He fought back quickly, far less stunned and more passionate than you'd have expected. You were happy to escalate...at least until your hand slid down, felt his relax and drop the stolen article entirely. Jackpot. All but shoving Nori back, you mirrored his earlier smirk as you strode away, taking your turn to triumphantly brandish your undergarments. "Thank you, sir."

Ori

On the edge of your seat is the only phrase you could use to describe your position as you leaned over to watch Ori's work, the way his thick fingers slid so lightly over paper, creating shadows and the faintest of lines with subtle variations in that gentle pressure. Your eyes darted between his hand and his profile, staring as if keeping the focus in those brown eyes burning with the heat of your gaze. It is amazing that Ori can do that; you tell him as much. "Want to try?" He invites, profile swiveling to face you. "I can show you." You gave a nod, reaching out a hand in anticipation of pencil's weight. Thus it fell, but around your newly-filled palm his hand closed, coarse and warm fabric closing yours and lowering it to the paper. Several layered flushes of joy radiated through you as Ori glided you around, completing the lines of leaves upon a tree. "How's that?" An uncertain amount of time passed before he turned again to face you, this time inches from you given your shift and joined hands. "...Good?" The hitch of his breath and the quietening of his voice snapped something in you. Ori, too, for he leaned in and met you halfway through the inches, his lips connecting softly, joyously, to yours, only intensifying that soaring feeling.

Fili

"What's wrong?" "Can't sleep." "So you thought you'd bother me instead?" "Bother you?" You feigned offense. "Is that what my presence does?" "Your presence, no," Fili shook his head, "The way you keep kicking at my boots? Needless to say, yes." Grinning wickedly from your seated position, you gently darted out your foot to nudge his again, leading the dwarf to lean down to your level. "Do you want us all to get in danger? Is that it? I'm on watch, you know. You're risking the lives of all of us by distracting me." "Is that so?" "So it is." Nudge. This time, your foot slid along the length of his boot's side after you gave him your little kick. "That's it." Whirling around, mustache braids swishing with the motion, the golden-haired prince knelt down, his face inches from yours. "If you don't stop, I'll make you." Backing down was not in your vocabulary. "Make me," you commanded, voice low and expression smug and satisfied as ever. Before you could get another breath in Fili's lips were crashing onto yours, his facial hair tickling your cheeks in contrast to the hard, fast contact you made. His legs quickly wrapped around your waist, entrapping you beneath him as he cupped your cheeks in his hands, diving deeper and exploring your depths as far as he could for what felt like minutes until you finally parted for need of air. Fili's light blue eyes pierced yours intently, hungrily, as you stared back at him with much greater satisfaction than ever. "You're risking the lives of us all getting distracted," you repeated his words back to him, tracing a finger along one of his coat flaps. "I'll risk my life for you any day," Fili replied, cupping your cheek again and pulling you close, this time for a much slower, sweeter kiss that finally, finally, had you speechless.

Kili

“I’m bored,” you half-jokingly whined, eyes rolling back to look at Kili from the log you had draped yourself along. Straddling the log, he turned, leaning down to fix you with that glittering brown stare you loved. “What do you want me to do, hm?” Heart flipping, you swallowed, but painted a flippant smile across your face. “Entertain me.” “Entertain you?” He repeated, his own expression blooming with mischief. “Lot of ways I can do that.” “Well,” you crossed your arms, blood rushing to your head just as much from him as your upside-down position, “Choose one, then.” “Alright,” Kili hovered closer, his breath fanning your already-heated cheeks, “Let me know how this works, then.” The moment his lips crashed into yours, you responded, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his flowing black locks, which had a few leaves caught in them but still remained soft. As you gave them a little tug, Kili parted your lips for deeper entrance. You enjoyed your upside-down kiss right up to the moment you parted for breath, panting as he smirked down at you. “Still bored?”

Bilbo

Fog overtook the corners of your mind, dusting all your intents and purposes with a haze of questions. What were you doing in such a musty old place anyway? A voice at your side expressed a need for air. Why, you wondered as you jumped, startlement pumping pure adrenaline into your blood, were you with someone with a piece of axe blade protruding out of his head? Would the same happen to you? No, he was important, wasn't he? Think, think... Before you could get much thinking done, a hand clasped around yours. This time, the warm weight didn't have you jumping as far but it did pull you along, right along to the edges of the trees where you found yourself climbing after... Bilbo! Bilbo, the hobbit, the burglar, of course! The higher up you went, the more your lungs swelled and your head steadied with relief. How could you have been scared of sweet Bifur or not recognized Bilbo? Laughter sounded a bit above you; climbing faster, you burst from the treetops and squinted as you met the sun. Joined Bilbo's sweet mirth of relief and wonderment as light scattered over the clouds, illuminating the wings of gorgeous blue butterflies streaming out of the rustling leaves. "This is beautiful," you remarked, forgetting yourself and all the troubles of the forest as suddenly as they'd come on. "I'm glad you came with me," Bilbo told you softly. Turning away from the butterflies, you faced him only to see his grey eyes peering at you with the most utter sincerity. Had he drawn closer? A wave of emotion crashed over you, cresting as you closed the gap completely, feeling him gasp against your lips before he dove in himself. Sweet, gentlemanly, Bilbo never forced entry, his focus dedicated to a loving embrace of your lips alone. Giggling like a schoolchild as you pulled away, you grinned at the hobbit, whose expression you could only describe as starstruck. "I... am very glad you came with me," he remarked.

Thranduil

The king needed no advisors. Long had it been since he would have desired them, but concerns had grown and Thranduil did nothing if not care ruthlessly for his people. Thus, members of the nobility like yourself had come together as a council for the Woodland Realm’s ruler. Thranduil had been willing to listen, but your words grated against his like a block sharpening a blade; it seemed as though your every policy fought his in some way. Twice the meeting devolved into the two of you going back and forth across the table from your seats, which were quite unfortunately directly opposite one another. Such a scene it had felt to be that the king tarried in his room of council to speak to you at meeting’s end. “Do you take some form of issue with me?” Looking confident as you had in the meeting, you crossed your arms, smirking. “I take issue with your policies.” Thranduil must confess that in that moment he was shocked by the opposition, brows raising at your bold statement. “And you think you know what is best for our people?” “Maybe I do. They put me on your council, after all.” “You,” with great resounding taps the king crosses the room to stand before you, his face mere inches from yours, “would have us put at great risk right as we hit a point of prosperity.” “I would have us realize the threats at hand,” you replied cooly, tilting your head but balking not at all from the proximity. Thranduil moves ever so much closer, shaking his head and almost brushing his nose against yours with the motion. “Reckless warmongering.” “Hiding in fear,” you challenge back, smirking. “Do you wish to be shown your place?” “Do you need to ask?” A guard crossed briefly into the room, soft address of ‘my king’ dying upon his shortened breath at the sight of said ruler embroiled in a passionate battle for lingual dominance against one of his councilors.

Bard

You were never sure how the bowman felt about you. Certainly he was friendly and enjoyed spending time with you enough, but to what end? Perhaps you were doomed to live a life upon the edge of questioning. And yet the worst part was, you had yet to discover why you didn't entirely mind. Why, in fact, you found yourself in his barge once again, paddling out beyond the horizon of cobbled together buildings leaning into each other. Just as you could lean further into the thick brown furs of Bard's coat, perhaps even feeling it against your cheek as you lean against his shoulder. As it was, you simply stood at his invitation to take up steering, moving to the other side of the boat. Unbeknownst to you, however, Bard had left one of his fishing nets on the floor; shoe’s edge catching on the tightly connected loops of rope, you tumbled forward and made an unfortunate pitch into the cold lake. Swirling into the water and kicking back up through it did not last long, and soon Bard’s hand reached out to grab yours and pull you back into shivering safety. “Are you hurt?” He asked, hands hovering over your folded legs, the ankle you’d caught. Heart swelling over the look of concern in his dark eyes, all you could do was shake your head. Folding himself, Bard dropped to his knees at your side. “Good. I was worried about you.” “You were?” You asked dumbly, ready to blame shock over such a foolish question. You needed not, though, could not- not when his lips fell immediately upon yours.

Beorn

Neighbors minded their own business. This was a simple fact of making one's home out in the far woods, out also where more and more orcs and foul things had begun to roam. Thus you had always been left to wonder who the owner of the wonderful cottage you passed by was, never seeing a single soul beyond the great deal of livestock and pleasantly plump bees flitting about the immaculately-tended flowers. Was it a woman? A man? Some sort of trap like in the old tales where places and faces so fair were always the deadliest? But who, then, would be twisted enough to craft a trap so admittedly perfect in your mind... Such thoughts did not penetrate the desperation clouding your mind the day your beloved cow, the one you'd had from a young age, strained with the aching struggle of a birth gone wrong, your feet carrying you straight to your neighbor's door. If she died, you would lose a major source of subsistence alongside one of your few friends in the whole lonely woods. The look in her big brown eyes was all you could see as you rapped on the door, your look of pleading meeting yet another big brown stare, this time upon a man with a stern face and a great mass of brown hair. Brows furrowed in confusion and perhaps slight annoyance as they were, he had no chance to speak ill before you were begging him to come help your cow, you'd seen the shape his were in after all and you could tell they were loved, please, you needed his strength- she did. The unspoken promise that the man would see you this once, then never again, hung in the air as you led him to your home, to your pasture, to the dear friend whose life he saved. “Thank you, truly,” you told him as he made to leave, “You may not wish it, but you are welcome here anytime.” Before he could say anything, you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. Not realizing, of course, that he was turning his head, connecting your lips for the briefest of moments before you stared at him wide-eyed. “You might see me again,” he told you with a small, wry smile.

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wearing your heart on my sleeve

Prince & Knight AU

Time Between

Childhood Fic

two parter

Snippet from wearing your heart on my sleeve:

On the other side of the glass is Ballister. He’s asleep, drowning in bedsheets and cords hooking him up to beeping monitors that confirm vitals Ambrosius can’t understand, but that bring relief anyway. He watches Ballister’s chest rise and fall, proof that he is really okay, and is struck with how small Ballister looks in the bed. Ballister always looks smaller than he actually is, hunching in slightly when in public under scrutinizing eyes, but here he just looks fragile. Like if someone makes just one wrong move he’ll shatter.  “Is he gonna die?” Ambrosius asks, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it anyway. “What? Oh, no, love. ‘Course not. It’s just a little cold. Honestly, only reason it’s this bad is his immune systems a bit shot. But what else can you expect, growin’ up like he did?” Ambrosius can picture it. A Ballister, much younger than this one, shivering and curled up against a cold he can’t shake. Ambrosius finds himself filled with the burning desire to take that Ballister and wrap him up, keep him warm and safe from anything that could ever hurt him. He has nowhere to put this new need, nothing he can do to fulfill it, upset thrumming from his chest to his fingertips as he presses them to cool glass.  “S’not fair,” he whispers.  “No, I imagine it’s not… He is very lucky, though.” “He is?” “Yeah! Havin’ a friend like you, come all the way down here to visit ‘im? Everyone needs someone like that. I imagine he’ll be very happy to see you when he wakes up.”

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[rimatsu]

Just wanted to extend a thank you for that BuckTommy fandom post you made because it summarizes what I've also been wanting to say.

So many BuckTommy's seem to be so hyper fixated with worry over Buddie - or, rather, Buddies - that it's destroying their ability to experience and absorb the content of the show from a sensibly logical POV.

We criticized Buddies for freaking out over Eddie's absence, so it's bizarre to see BuckTommy fans suddenly doing the same, even if the circumstances behind why may be somewhat different.

Based on everything we have received from 8B, logic would strongly dictate that Buck and Tommy will be reconciling. It should really be that simple. Everyone should be on a high right now, so it's so strange seeing the complete opposite.

Like, okay, sure. There is a possibility the paranoia will actually be validated when all is said and done, that the show itself will ignore the logic of its own set up.

But why default to assuming THAT will be the outcome, when we can try being more positive as a community and stick to logic, instead? I know the real world has been tough in this regard, but that doesn't mean we just default to spiraling about anything and everything in response.

no, thank YOU for your continuous efforts during these trying times. i get that last week's episode put a damper on everyone's mood, but why does the "there's no time!!" argument only apply to buck? he had two personal subplots in 8b: 1) his abandonment issues (addressed in 811) and 2) his post-breakup situationship with tommy (fate undetermined). a finale is meant to provide conclusions to unfinished storylines: i'm not hoping for much but i am expecting some sort of resolution before s9. narratively, the audience needs answers.

the emergency has already been introduced by 817, which means minimal screentime devoted to the setup. the athena-chimney conflict and his lingering survivor guilt will likely be addressed/resolved during the emergency. same goes for hen and the captaincy question if she does indeed end up reconsidering the offer after being forced to manage the scene. idem for eddie and the el paso job: helping with the building collapse will be the impetus behind his relocation to LA.

so that leaves baby han's birth (which might happen simultaneously with the emergency for maximum drama) and athena's finished house reveal. mara's adoption + eddie and chris move back to LA will likely be part of the ending montage. even if we lowball the post-emergency screen time to 15 minutes, sparing 2 of those on buck and his dangling whatever with tommy isn't unreasonable or impossible.

[seokluvs]

up all night ❀ c.jh

pairing : bf!jiho x afab!reader

warnings : SMUT!! MDNI!! phone sex (voice and video), masturbation (m&f), praise kink, pet names (baby, love), mentions of sex, slight power dynamic (dom!jiho x sub!reader), squirting

wc : 1,319 words

authors note : hopefully this isn’t too bad… erm.. also his voice is so hjgyufdryhgiubfd i’m so not normal. HOPE U ENJOY!!!

sleepless nights found you more often than you’d like, spending hours on end staring into space begging your brain to just.. turn off.

it was currently 2:41 a.m. and you had a very busy day tomorrow… well, today. you tried everything to sleep. melatonin, tea, reading, just laying there.. absolutely nothing was working.

after many failed attempts to fall asleep, you finally accepted defeat and acknowledged that you weren’t going to bed any time soon.

to pass the time, you decided to call your boyfriend, maybe he’s in the same situation as you right now, or maybe you’re gonna wake him up from his beauty sleep… oh well!

as the phone rang, thoughts of him sleeping peacefully invaded your mind.. maybe you shouldn’t be waking him up in the middle of the night to keep you company..

however, as you were about to press the ‘hang up’ button, you were greeted by his call acceptance

“h-hello? is everything okay? why’d you call so late?” his raspy voice indicated that you did, indeed, wake him up.

in an apologetic tone, you responded

“hey baby, ‘m sorry for waking you up, i couldn’t sleep and wanted someone to talk to.. i can go if you want tho, i don’t wanna disrupt your sleep”

immediately, he refused

“no no no.. it’s okay, i was just worried.. i’ll keep you company, i’d rather talk to you anyways”

and keeping your company is exactly what he did. talking about everything under the sun from how your days went to what would happen in a hypothetical zombie apocalypse, you were beyond glad that he answered the call

but, you had to admit, his sleepy voice was turning you on a lot more than you expected. i mean, his voice was already so sexy, but when it’s so deep and raspy from sleeping? wow, you were dripping

literally.. you were soaking wet and completely losing your focus. for the past 5 minutes, he was talking about some funny thing that happened at work, but your brain couldn’t process anything that he said because you were too hyper fixated on the way his voice softly cracked when he got too excited, or the hushed giggle he let out every few moments

you were so dazed by his voice that you didn’t even realise the way your hand slipped past your waistband, that you started to rub your clit and let out soft whimpers.. you didn’t realise any of it, but he did.

clearing his voice, he spoke up

“whatcha doin’?” he said with a small chuckle

obviously, he already knew.. he just wanted to hear the panic in your voice as you tried to come up with a convincing lie, telling you to save it and that he already knew what dirty things you were doing

“i-i’m so sorry .. i just lost my train of thought and i didn’t mean to, i swear.. oh my god… i’m so weird, im so, so sorry..” you blurted out, unable to hide the shame and embarrassment in your voice

“i didn’t tell you to stop, you know” he spoke, his tone much calmer than yours, but laced with something.. was it lust? or were you just so perverted that your mind was playing tricks on you?

questioning what he said in a puzzled tone, he responded, repeating what he said

“i said, i didn’t tell you to stop, you know.. plus, you sound really cute when you whimper.. i wish i could hear it in person” the last part was more hushed, but it still sent a buzz to your core

playing along, you spoke, this time with more confidence in your voice.

“oh? you’d have to do some things to make me whimper, you know. what would you do?”

with that, he began detailing every single thing, deepening his voice during certain parts and speaking in a sultry tone

“i’d do a lot of things to you.. i’d finger you until you squirt all over me, i’d fuck you until you’re crying.. i’d do anything you want me to do… anything”

as he spoke, your hand immediately went back to your dripping heat, this time, you exaggerated your whimpers as you fucked two fingers into yourself. listening to all the lewd and pornographic things your boyfriend would do to you, you notice his voice becoming a bit shakier.

“fuck.. baby, can you video call me?” he asked, voice slightly failing on him

and with that, you turned on your bedside lamp before requesting to video call him.

when he answered, greeting you was messy hair and a darkened expression in similar lighting as you, making it easy for you to figure out that he was also touching himself

after a moment of you both looking at each other, he spoke up

“can you maybe prop your phone up? i’ll do the same”

and you immediately obliged, propping your phone up on the edge of your bed, ensuring that it wouldn’t fall. he quickly followed, doing the exact same as you.

after you propped your phone up, you kneeled back on your bed, your full body on display now

“you look so sexy, love.. do you mind taking your clothes off for me?” he said as he took his shirt off

instantly listening, you agreed before stripping down til’ you were bare, and he did the same. speaking up again, you asked him what he wanted you to do next

“you see that pillow behind you baby? can you ride it for me? pretend it’s me?” he spoke in a soft tone, his eyes glued to yours as he discarded his pants and underwear

and as you did, you got the pillow that was behind you and situated it between your legs, grinding into it at the same pace that he was jerking off.

as your clit ground itself against the fabric, you let out soft moans and whimpers, earning a faster pace from jiho’s hand on his own cock.

as he watched you fall apart on your pillow, he cursed under his breath, wishing it was him instead. rubbing his tip with his palm, his dick grew more and more sensitive and precum leaked all over his hand and length

“mm, think you can stop with the pillow and finger yourself for me?” he asked

and like a mindless slave, you agreed. the pleasure you got from your boyfriend bossing you around and telling you what to do was evident when you sat your legs in front of the camera, leaking cunt in full view just for him to see.

fingering your hole, you threw your head back in pleasure as he cooed praises at you

“so pretty and soaking just for me, you look so gorgeous baby.. mm turning me on sooo much” he said as his hand sped up on his length.

finally, after a few more minutes, he felt his cock twitch as he sped up his hands, using his right hand to jerk off while the left palms his tip.

“fuck.. i’m gonna cum.. all for you, so gorgeous baby” he breathed, and with a few more strokes, he was a cumming, groaning mess.

the sight of your boyfriend cumming only turned you on more, making you speed your fingers up in your cunt, adding your second hand to rub at your clit

after a moment, you felt a tight knot in your stomach, signalling that you were so close to release

“‘m gonna cum.. want you inside me so bad” was all that you could get out through shaky whimpers, and as you were showered with endless praises from your boyfriend, the knot finally loosened and you squirted all over your bed.

“fuck” he muttered under his breath

coming down from both of your highs, you looked over at the clock next to your bed

4:32 a.m.

fuck. you’re gonna be up all night.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

Chapter 002: Long Live the King

Isabelle is nowhere to be found. Meanwhile at the club, you gather up the courage to buy a Handsome Stranger a drink.

↳ 001 (PROLOGUE) // 002 // 003 // 004 // 005 // 006 // 007 EPILOGUE

CW: slight age gap (steve is 31, sweets is 23) , homoerotic steddie workout scene (just guys bein dudes) 😵‍💫🚨 drinking, smoking, gambling, drugs mentioned, shy girl makes one (1) unaliving joke, weight discussed briefly, this chapter contains scene/POV splits, each chapter will have its own warnings

card suits divider by @cafekitsune 🃏🧡

a/n: the hargroves own 'rock you like hurricane', do not try to change my mind.

“SHUT UP & PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS.”

word count: 5.6k words

♛

12:03 PM - Sweets and Isabelle

“There he goes again,” Isabelle sighs. “Long Live the King…”

It’s the sixth Elvis impersonator you’ve seen so far. Further down the strip of Old Vegas there was Jailhouse Rock Elvis, Unchained Melody Elvis, Elvis-If-You-Tried-To-Draw-Him-By-Memory, and Donuts-On-The-Toilet Elvis.

“I feel like I’ve seen every variant of The King possible,” you remark. “All that’s missing now is ShowGirl Elvis or Stripper Elvis.”

The statement alone piques your curiosity while you and Isabelle continue to walk. Suddenly, you find yourself asking your BFF a very interesting question.

“Would you ever wanna be a stripper?”

Isabelle stiffens abruptly.

It’s a pause you’ve never seen before in your life. But given that Isabelle has been an extreme empath for as long as you’ve known her, women in sex work may be a very sensitive topic.

“No,” Elle says to you, flatly. “They go through entirely too much.”

It’s the response you expected. It’s very easy for Isabelle to put herself in other people’s shoes — or heels in this sense. Even easier if they’re women at the hands of a man who holds a fair amount of power over them. It’s no wonder it seems triggering.

“It’s an admirable job though,” she manages to add. “Strippers don’t get enough credit. If I had a stripper in my life I would treat her like a queen.”

“Well, you'll have the chance to tonight," you smirk. "Given where we're going..."

Tonight you two are headed to Jackpot Gentlemen's Club, a strip joint on the outskirts of Vegas right outside Winchester.

It's more of a business endeavor than anything. The plan is to support all the beautiful dancers, all while promoting Isabelle's lingerie line, Bright & Belle.

For as long as you've known Isabelle, she's always been money-driven.

But in the best way. After divorcing from her ex-husband — Eddie, you believe his name was — Isabelle had been hyper-fixated on the hustle. And after seeing that ‘Girl-Boss’ mindset of hers flourish throughout the years, you wanted to be there for her in anyway you can.

What you haven't told Isabelle though, is that you wanted to feel sexy too. You’ve been deficient in Vitamin A(ttention) as of late, and a non-committal hook up in a "What Happens Here, Stays Here" type city sounded pretty enticing. A graduation reward and all.

"When was the last time you got laid?" Isabelle abruptly pries.

Piggybacking off your thoughts. How on-brand for the two of you.

You mask your thoughts further with a scoff of annoyance.

"Elle."

"Don't Elle me," she bumps you with her hip. "When was the last time you got a proper dicking down? Like really."

"I'm celibate," you lie snarkily.

"Oh come on!" she groans. "I know that's a lie. You know that's a lie. I mean, have you read the room? We are in Vegas."

You indeed have read the room. But that was besides the point. Isabelle has been so focused on creating a better life for herself, and she's done so much for you as well that you felt as if your presence at all times was mandated.

"I just don't wanna be all lovey-dovey in your face," you shamefully admit. "Especially since you're still healing from your own losses with love. Given your divorce from Eddie and all."

Isabelle rolls her eyes.

"Oh you mean the divorce that happened four years ago?!" she demands. "Almost five now, I think. Just because you're more likely to have a night to be celebrated and adored as a goddess, doesn't mean any of that is taken away from me."

You smile sheepishly at the floor, hooking your arms with Isabelle's as you two continue on your walk.

"Besides, I'm much older than you," she points out. "I've had my glory days. Now it's time for you to be selfish. Enjoy the rest of your 20s. What other place to do it than Vegas?"

She flashes a charming grin your way. "And I've got your back through and through."

"I love you," you beam at Isabelle tear-eyed. "You're the sister I never had."

“I love you too," she coos. "More than anything in the world. I'd be your non-biological sister in every lifetime if I could."

You two take a moment to fully admire each other, doing your little handshake you came up with when you met her in the early years of college, to honor your established sisterhood.

You and Isabelle against the world. No matter what.

Afterwards, Isabelle wraps you up in her arms as you two walk.

"Onwards, sweetheart. Let's go find you a King of your own.”

“I WANNA SEE YOU WORK OUT FOR ME. WORK OUT FOR ME.”

12:03 PM - Steve and Eddie

“Mmmh…fuck…shit.”

The room echoes with Steve’s strained grunts as sweat pools at his forehead.

It’s the workout of his life. But of course anyone would feel that way, running solely on coffee and a single scoop of creatine, right at peak lunchtime.

“Shit,” The King pants. "Don’t know how much left I got in me, Eds."

His pumps? Weaker. His reps? Gradually more incomplete. And with enough intensity to draw blood, Steve bites his lower lip in concentration, the grunting inevitably summoning Eddie over to his struggling friend.

The rugged metalhead leaps from the bar he was doing pull-ups from and strides towards the retired jock.

“You can handle it, Big Boy.”

Situating himself over Steve, Eddie floats his chalky palms over The King’s protruding chest, feet shoulder width apart and ready to spot.

“I…UGH— I…can’t!”

“Quit whining. I know you can.”

“I CAN’T! It’s too much…m literally shaking, Eds.”

“If you aren’t shaking you’re not doing it right,” Eddie Munson smirks. “Finish for me, Stevie, let’s go.”

The bulk of Steve’s arms relax and contract as The King pushes upwards, face scrunching in euphoric agony with every pump.

SLAM! CLINK!

Eddie's quick to swoop down to the base of the machine with one hand, reach extending to Steve with the other. Meanwhile Steve scrunches himself upwards, leaning forward on the bench as he wipes his forehead that was dripping with sweat. He's tapped out.

"You okay?" Eddie asks.

“Yeah..." Steve pants as he collects himself. "Yeah. I am. Thanks."

Steve takes a moment to look at himself in the high-rise glass mirror.

Naturally the arms come into sight first. There's a foreign roundness to them, and an undeniable softening of Steve's chest that the girls at Hellfire call "broad and beefy", but he can only categorize it as "fluffy". His gaze then dips down to his tummy, an avenue once firm and washboard-like now presenting with a soft, undeniable curve. No abs. Just flesh... a sobering manifestation of what too many nights of dry gin and "The Eddie Special": Spice Level Unforgiven can do to a guy. And while others might call it a “Certified Dad Bod,” Steve never found the compliment flattering. It just reminds him—he's getting older. Living on borrowed time.

"Holy shit," Steve breaks the silence. "I need to lay off the margaritas.”

“Well now isn’t the time to do it!” Eddie exclaims, clearly doing pirouettes on the opposite side of the pendulum. "Have you read the room? We're in Vegas, baby! We need to be excretion-less, out, and ready to party by tonight!"

Finding it nearly impossible to match his energy levels, Steve studies ‘Sweaty Eddie’ as he downs his water, the protrusion of his razor-burnt Adam’s Apple bobbing with every large gulp, the B.O. radiating off his hairy armpits being enough to wipe out the entire state of Nevada with just one brisk movement.

“Man, how did you manage to get married before me?” Steve huffs. “Twice!”

Eddie laughs, keeping the water contained in his mouth with a swipe of his fingers.

“Was that supposed to be a dig?”

“Well you weren’t exactly hot shit in high school.”

“There’s your answer then," Eddie clicks his tongue as-a-matter-of-factly. He does a boisterous dance around his burnt-out buddy. "Ladies love the freaks.”

Eddie studies Steve as he continues to ponder in a tone-deaf abyss.

“That's another thing I've been meaning to talk to you about," Eddie emphasizes. "We’ve gotta get you out of that high school mindset, dude."

Steve looks up again. "Huh?"

Eddie shakes his head. “It's beginning to look like you peaked when you were 18..." He takes a minute to playfully check him out. "Which obviously isn't the truth. But operating from that headspace is what’s stopping you from getting a good lay. I guarantee you."

"That or I just don't have rizz..." Steve grimaces. "Or whatever Dustin always says."

Eddie grimaces with him. He really wished Steve would quit saying that. Or anything from Dustin's vocab bank for the matter. "Yeah. Right. Let's keep that shit a Dustin thing."

He sets his water bottle down.

"Alright Harrington, here's the plan," Eds scoffs. "Tonight we'll put on our best Gatsy cosplays, get some drinks to loosen ya up, and then meander around Jackpot so you can talk up some babes. Work on the confidence...w-"

"Yeah, I think I'll pass," Steve shrugs. "I've got some emails I gotta reply to anyway."

“Oh come on. Think of all the honeys you’ll attract post-pump!” Eddie incentivizes. “Look at them ARMS, baby. Them ARMS!"

Eddie issues himself a seat next to Steve. Steve allows him the space, but doesn't appear to be sold on the plans Eddie had for tonight.

"Look, I'm sorry the girl of your dreams ended up with my bartender," Eddie begins. "And that I unintentionally stole your other dream girl when you guys began hitting it off pretty well... and that her best friend that you were madly in love with ended up being a lesbian and you didn't find out until after the two platonic outings. And that..."

"Are you trying to make me feel like absolute dog shit?"

"No, I'm turning this into an inspirational Ted Talk if you'd let me," Eddie scorns. "Fact of the matter is, Hawkins? Is Lover's Lake. WE..."

Eddie points in the opposite direction, south of The Strip.

"...have arrived at Treasure Island, baby! Lots of fish in the sea. Lots of beautiful women looking to have a good time. You can't make any progress in the same environment that drained you. You gotta lean into new beginnings. And maybe that means finding love in a city outside your comfort zone."

"Yeah, yeah. Just cuz I spawned into a new city doesn't guarantee complete past erasure," Steve mutters. "13 years later, but I'm still that same asshole ASB kid who gave others a hard time for validation. Maybe that's my karma. Maybe I don't deserve love."

"That's where you're wrong," Eddie snaps. "You ARE deserving of love."

It is that moment the two friends' eyes meet. It hurts Eddie to see Steve self-sabotage himself. He was so excited to come to Vegas with him and Shy Girl. Imposter Syndrome will ruthlessly make someone their bitch if they let it. Not today, though. Not under Eddie's watch.

"Your life is just beginning, Steve," Eddie emphasizes. "It pains me to see that you haven't seen your full potential yet. And just because this gentleman got his happy ending... doesn't mean there isn't one for you out there."

"Why do I always run?" Steve sighs. "Why do I always run away from good opportunities knowing full well I deserve to be happy too?"

"Because you're so used to rejection," Eddie snorts. "Believe me. Takes one to know one. You'll miss out on a lot of opportunity doing that. Which is something I'm not gonna let you do. For as long as you're under my wing."

The two friends then share an affectionate, and sweaty, hug. It took a lot of hashing out for these two to get to this point. They weren't exactly the best of friends in high school. But over time, when life reared its ugly head and all they had left was each other, the two gentlemen realized they were more alike than they thought. And that was a whole 'nother avenue of self-love they had to discover; and of course they did it side by side. Steve and Eddie forever.

“Whew, let’s go!” Steve whistles, getting out of his feelings for real this time. “We earned ourselves a Fat Tuesday!”

“Now we’re talkin’!” Eddie smirks. “Can't wait to hit the clubs and find you a hottie.”

"HERE I AM! ROCKED YOU LIKE A HURRICANE."

12:30 PM - Shy Girl and Nina

"If I can't find anything to wear, I'm gonna kill myself."

Shy Girl and Nina are found anxiously strutting around Fashion Show Mall, attempting to find some cute lingerie sets before their guest performances tonight.

"Bold of you to say for someone who looks good in everything," Nina scoffs.

The club they're performing at tonight is called Jackpot, a strip joint in the outskirts of Vegas right outside Winchester. It's no Hellfire, but the name of the game remains constant: CAPITALIZE OFF OF MEN'S DESIRES.

"I need something dramatic and sexy,” Shy Girl prowls. “Something Vegas has never seen before. Something to make me stand out for the tips. Something that screams... here I am."

"We can check Victoria's..." Nina suggests.

"Tried that. Eddie pretty much bought me every set from there."

"How about Love Loft on the second floor?"

"Their sets fit me weird. And I would like their wires to hold my titties up. Not puncture my lungs, thank you very much."

Spoiled with every piece of lingerie she could ever ask for, Shy Girl still had nothing to wear tonight.

It's expected coming from a dancer who has worn and done it all. Having rocked the city of Hawkins like a hurricane straight out of California, Shy Girl was just aching for some action elsewhere. And in light of her friend Steve's booming business over the past couple of years — and in celebration of her husband's early retirement from CEO-ism — why not bring the goodies to Vegas?

"What about this, Hargrove?"

"Ew. Too much glitter."

"Okay... this then?"

"Too little glitter."

"Bitch, if you don't just DECIDE!"

It's taken ages for Shy Girl to take up the amount of space that she does. And with this newfound confidence, there was no going back. During her time at Hellfire, Shy Girl had learned to become a goddess in her own skin, the baddest bitch who was deserving of the softest life; and there wasn't anything her controlling twin brother could ever do to change her mind. And even if he wanted to, he would have to get past those steel, metal bars first. Something that's remained unsuccessful for the past year and a half.

"It can't be too sparkly, but it also can't be too basic," Shy Girl notes aloud. “Something that hugs the girls just right, but isn’t too snug in the crotch area.”

Nina nods absentmindedly as they continue to patrol.

“Something that won’t cost an arm and a leg,” Shy Girl adds. “But also not something made by a child in a sweatshop.”

“Totally,” Nina hums.

They tread onward, having probably met their steps for the day, Shy Girl growing increasingly more agitated with every stride.

“I just want something that makes me look pretty, ethereal, and soul-snatching!" she grunts again. "Is that too much to ask?!”

“Something like that?”

Shy Girl turns in the direction of Nina's pointing finger. And in her field of view is the prettiest set she's ever seen.

"Are you kidding me?!" Shy Girl squeals in excitement.

Seductive and scarlet red. Tight, satin material embellished with extravagant-looking faux diamonds. The star of the set is the heart shape neckline, with showgirl-like frills at the hips that resemble an eternal flame.

Running to the display now, Shy Girl reaches over to fondle the set while Nina desperately sets off after her.

The set is more stunning the closer they got, with so much attention to detail, it was surely crafted by a girl's girl. Someone who knows what the people want and exactly how to get it. And also a woman who is calculated.

Lady in Red.

"It's even called Lady in Red, dude," Shy Girl beams, a prominent twinkle in her eyes. "This set is made for me. WHO IS THE MASTERMIND BEHIND THIS MONEY-MAKER? I could just kiss her."

“Hmm... Elle Warren," Nina reads. "CEO of Bright & Belle.”

Beside the set is a podium that show-cases the set's creator. She's smiling in her headshot, with a pink suit and her arms crossed, showing off her radiant smile, and even more radiant ocean eyes and Barbie-blonde locks.

"Every woman deserves to feel beautiful, bold, and UNSTOPPABLE. My mission is to empower women by turning pain into power. Bright & Belle is designed to celebrate all body types, all shades, and all sizes, offering a collection that makes every woman feel confident and comfortable in her own skin. I hope to become the rainbow after someone's storm, one sexy set at a time."

“Wow," Shy Girl coos. "She’s so pretty... and inspirational.”

“Biased much?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Wh- look at her! Blonde curly hair? Piercing blue eyes, she looks just like you.”

“Maybe Billy and I have a triplet we just don’t know about,” Shy Girl theorizes, the conniving pearly-white Hargrove smirk reappearing on her face.

“Girl with the life you live, y’all might as well," Nina rolls her eyes. "Now c'mon. Let's go see what this club's all about. Bet it can't beat Hellfire."

9:00 pm - Sweets

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH A NIGHT OF SIN?"

“Now this… this is heaven.”

It appears that Jackpot is where the party is at. Isabelle's eyes light up with dollar signs when she observes the booths filled with patrons, stage badazzled with the sexiest dancers you both have ever seen, and a bar so full that there was hardly any room in the corners to wall-sit.

"Looks like we've got some impressions to make," Isabelle remarks. "That being said, I'll be in the powder room, if you'll excuse me."

You watch in disapproval as she issues a joking tap atop the tip of her nose. When she sees you scowling at her, Isabelle shrinks herself back down immediately.

"I'm joking, Sweets," she says. "I'm just going to the bathroom. You know that."

"With every joke there is a little truth," you mutter. "And you've been making a lot of blow jokes lately."

Isabelle was hooked on benzos and cocaine her first year of college. Granted, you both went to school in PULLMAN, the "hippie haven" of Washington State, so it didn't make her that much of an outlier.

But the abuse was heavy, most of it correlating with the abuse she endured in her marriage.

"Are you using again?" you accuse.

"No, honey."

"Then why'd you make a joke?"

"Because I thought it was funny. Stop looking so much into it."

You take a second to issue yourself some deep breaths. Noticing your distress, Isabelle gives you a consoling rub on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made that joke," she frowns. "I know how much you worry for me. But I'm clean. I promise."

"Okay," you mumble.

Friends don’t lie. And Isabelle has never given you any reason to doubt her. So why should you?

"I'll be back," she excuses herself again. "Just gonna go use the lil Big Sisters’ room. We'll be shaking ass with the strippers before you know it."

You snort to yourself as she scampers out of your sight. Now it’s just you alone with your thoughts and yearning.

Isabelle's speech from earlier echoes through your ears once again. It's time for you to enjoy your 20s. College is over and you can finally let loose. So why did you feel guilty, wanting to roam free during Isabelle’s most pivotal moment instead of supporting her? You two have been joined at the hip for so long, it felt unnatural to exclude her from things. You wanted to do everything with your “big sister”.

"Alriiiight, ladies and gentlemen," the DJ announces as he transitions his performance track to a familiar 80s song. "Thank you so much for coming and supporting all of these beautiful dancers!”

The crowd erupts in rampant cheers and whistles. You clap along too, while scanning the room for a nice guy to talk up.

“We have a special treat for you tonight,” the DJ continues. “We’ve got some dancers from out of state, so give them a warm Las Vegas welcome…”

Your gaze piques in curiosity as the R&B track fades into a guitar riff, soon to be melted into a very familiar song from the 80s, critically acclaimed by people who lived on the edge of Sexy and Wild.

“…All the way from Hawkins, Indiana…” says the DJ. “…from the HELLFIRE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB...GIVE IT UP... FOR SHYYYY GIRLLLLL!"

The music now blares through the speakers as one of the dancers makes her grand entrance. And soon a specific corner of the room erupts in a frenzy the moment she fully emerges onto the stage.

"Here I am! Rocked you like a hurricane."

And she is a smokin' hot hurricane if you ever did see one.

You fawn over the stripper’s captivating eye make-up. Her bouncy, golden blonde hair with just as bouncy, perky, tits. And the ass on this chick? That thing’s got a zip code and a mind of its own. Just look at it go.

Everyone cheers, specifically two people in the corner, presumably her hometown peeps who flew out to see her perform. There's a girl with long, dark hair, and given her attire, you presume she's a performer too. There's also a man next to her, also with long hair and is most likely her partner, hooting and hollering as if he wasn't even allowed to hoot and holler at home, handing everyone around him some shots while he praised every move she made.

“What a fucking badass,” you say to yourself. "She's got the crowd by the horns."

And that captivating red set. It suits this ‘Shy Girl’ so well it almost makes you tear up. It is then not too long after that you realize you’ve seen this set before.

It’s one of Isabelle’s sets. One of your best friend’s creations. The Lady in Red.

"That's my wife!" the Van Halen-looking guy boasts proudly. "THAT'S MY WIFE! Doing amazing, baby!"

Your suspicions were correct. Shy Girl is that man’s wife. And what a lucky man he is. Urgently grabbing your phone, you go to shoot Isabelle a text about the dancer wearing her set.

to: Isabelle Warren

Girl come quick! A dancer on stage is wearing Lady in Red! She's really good!

Enamored, you watch as Shy Girl swoops down to her knees on the left side of the tip rail. She blows the bar a kiss. When your eyes follow in that direction, you see a — very attractive — man who seems to be part of that same group, judging by how they interacted with one another from across the room.

There's a glimmer, a familiar pining in his fiery, molten eyes as he leans back against the barstool, admiring the dancer from head to toe. When they meet gazes, Shy Girl winks at him and struts away.

The exchange draws you to reach two conclusions: the man is either secretly in love with this chick, or they've been friends for a really long time.

Suits was about to be deeply infatuated with you, though. With your sudden boost of confidence to want to approach him tonight.

Without another lingering thought, you strut over to the bar to greet the older piece of eye candy with your signature, warm grin.

"Hi there.”

But his reaction is the least of what you expected.

"Oh god," the gentleman sighs. "Did he send you to me?"

Confused, you take a look around.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Oh cut the crap, kid, I've seen it all before,” the man scoffs pessimistically. “What'd he promise you? Huh? Tickets to see Adele or Blue Boys? Free rounds of shots?”

"He didn't promise me anything," you huff in protest. "God forbid I actually wanna talk to somebody on a night out. Is this a trauma response because if so, this needs to be visited. In therapy, perhaps. Not a bar."

The ego — or lack of — of the guy seemingly deflates, a flushed red color appearing at the heat of his cheekbones before radiating to his ears.

"You mean you willingly came up to me?" he continues to stare in disbelief.

"Yes..." you narrow your eyes at the Pick-Me-Nice-Guy in front of you. "But something tells me I shouldn't have."

His gaze softens even more. It's apologetic now.

"It's not every day I get approached anymore," he says. "Usually I'm the one that does the chasing."

"Well, why not?" you shrug, deflating your ego along with him as well. "You're handsome, young, look like a fun time... How can the ladies not?"

It catches him off guard.

"Young," he laughs at this. "How old are you anyways?"

"23," you gaze at him through your eyelashes. "How old are you?"

"I'm 31, cutie."

You can feel your heart beating in more places than one. And when your eyes travel down to his lap, you're greeted by a warm and open manspread, the base of his knees angled towards your body, the same way his broad torso invites you into him.

You accept his advance.

"Oh come on," you blush. "That's not even that much older."

"Not that much older? Just you wait," he says with a slight chuckle. Your breath hitches his knee brushes against your ass. "Soon you can't drink the way you used to, your knees hurt, and you wake up ten pounds heavier than the day before. Trust me, I know."

"Rich coming from someone who's a few years removed from my generation."

And rich, judging by the intoxicating cologne that clung to his skin like a second layer. Rich, judging by the perfectly pressed, popped collar of his Maceoo dress shirt. Rich, judging by his wait-list only watch that rested neatly on his wrist, catching the glare from the strobe lights every so often.

"You're kidding," he snaps you back to reality. "You're really Gen Z?"

"Yeah, can't you tell?" you tsk. You watch as his pupils drastically increase in size the more you sway into him. "I'm part of the knows-what-they-want-and-gets-it type of crowd."

You nod to the bartender to start a tab for you. Playing it safe, you request two gin-and-tonics, offering a glance to the now more-than-receptive man in front of you.

"Can't relate," he breathes. "'m a millenial."

"Ah, the hate-my-life crowd."

"Better than the hate-my-wife crowd” he winks, subtly jabbing at the ever-so-argumentative Generation-X.

"Oh definitely," you agree, clinking your glass with his. "And I can tell by your friends you guys are the total opposite."

Both of you look back over at the his friends, and to your surprise, discover that the group is staring back at you as well. Group being the Shy Girl dancer's husband and the dark-haired dancer beside him. When your eyes meet theirs they immediately look away, but sheepishly smile to each other along with "do you see this?" type of nudges.

"So what's your deal?" you smirk, turning back to the guy. "You seeing anybody?"

"If I was, I wouldn't be here talking to you, honey," Suits smirks, his espresso eyes devouring you while his palm hovers over the small of your back. "I’m really sorry we got off the wrong foot. I’m Steve.”

You tell him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Steve.”

“You as well, Sweets.”

“What do you do for work?”

“I own my own business,” Steve smiles. “Been doing it a couple years now, and it’s really taken off.”

“What business is it?”

“I sell bobby pins,” Steve explains. It confuses you at first but you remain supportive. “But they’re a special kind.”

Intrigued, you watch as Steve digs into his pocket to fetch you some samples.

“My buddy Eddie over there owns a strip club,” Steve explains, nodding towards the feral, long-haired guy over in the corner. “And unfortunately one too many dancers have gotten roofied, so I made bobby pins that change color when it senses something weird in your drink.”

"Do they now?"

"They sure do," Steve nods proudly. "The bobby pins turn black if they detect the roofie drug. So if you think your drink's been spiked, that's a foolproof way for ya to check."

“This is very neat,” you beam, holding the pretty pink bobby pin in your hand.

You’re twiddling it between your fingers when you notice Steve’s breathing falter. He clears his throat for a brief second, before resting his hand slightly over yours.

“May I?”

You nod and allow him his bobby pin back.

There's little you can do except try not to melt, quietly swooning as the older man you're perched on gazes at you like a muse. His touch is gentle, as if you're a marble bust—his fingers brushing away the shorter strands of your curtain bangs, savoring the dimples above your chin.

“There,” he grins. “Now I can see those pretty eyes.”

You and Steve find yourselves getting lost into conversation, well past Shy Girl's set, and most likely way past her friend's as well. He tells you about his life back home and you tell him about your final year of college. The gloominess of Seattle. Your excitement about being able to start a new life. And when you reach to give him back his bobby pin, he gestures it away.

"Consider it a gift. If I won't be seeing you again, I'd at least want you to be safe."

“Who’s to say you won’t see me again?”

"Well," Steve chuckles into you. "Maybe you'll find some other sucker to charm and you'll forget all about me."

Closing up the space between you two, you shuffle yourself closer in between his knees, rubbing yourself teasingly against his iron-pressed lap while he wraps his strong arms around you to keep you in place.

“Oh don’t be so silly,” you hum, softly tracing his stubble before clasping his beating chest. “You’ll definitely be seeing me around.”

"You trying to give me your phone number?" he cocks an inquisitive eyebrow.

“I mean... I was implying that you’d see me walking around The Strip. Vegas is pretty small,” you point out. “But if you’d like to stay connected, I’m not opposed to that either.”

Steve tongue dances in his cheek as he stares you up and down.

"Or who knows," you add. "Maybe you'll see me at an Adele show."

Steve cackles at this, receptive to the teasing you're giving him and reeling you in as a response.

“Well, Sweets, if that's the case, then I’d love to see you again before I go back.”

You two exchange phone numbers, close out your tab, and Steve is on his way. Turns out, he's also part of the In-Bed-By-9 crowd, but tonight was considered a splurge. When he disappears from sight, you set out to find Isabelle.

Luckily, her golden blonde locks are easy to spot in the crowd.

“There you are!" you exclaim when you find her, hooking arms with her as you two start towards the tip rail. "I met a guy while you were gone. His name is Steve, he’s a CEO.”

“Such a CEO name,” Isabelle tuts. “But that’s amazing. Is he older?”

You nod, blushing. Isabelle squeals, ecstatic for you.

“Ugh, older men are the bestttt, girl. Where is he now?”

“Rounding up his friends," your eyes scan the room. "I think they’re done for tonight. His friend was one of the dancers and she was wearing your Lady in Red set. She's from Indiana too, but I forgot where.”

“And I missed it?!" Isabelle exclaims, completely engaged now. "Now you HAVE to point them out to me.”

So now you two are on a mission, peddling through the strip club like two lost sheep looking for their herder. After five sweaty drunks and lots of assertive "excuse me"s later, you're able to catch sight of the guy just by the back of his head.

“That’s Steve," you immediately point him out. "Right over there."

“Oh my god,” is all Isabelle says.

You turn to Elle and it's like she's seen a ghost. Panicked, you watch the color drain from your best friend's face in real time, followed by a nearly audible gulp in a pulsating room and obnoxious strobe lights. And for a brief second, it seems like Elle had nearly lost her footing, with how her knees seemingly buckled below her.

“Elle…" you nudge her. "A-are you okay?”

"Yeah… I'm fine...it’s just…” she stammers. “That's Steve Harrington."

"You know Steve Harrington?"

"More than you know."

Suddenly, her gaze shifts when she studies his friends.

It’s a look you’ve never seen before in your life. At least not on Isabelle’s face.

Her once radiant ocean eyes, so full of warmth and sunshine, have turned icy and sharp, like shards of broken glass. A tension builds in her face as her jaw clenches. You look down at her hands and see that they're curled inwards, as though she'd been fighting to keep a brewing anger from the depths of her, relatively silent, fury from erupting. And then, before you know it her ocean eyes flare with an almost palpable heat. Danger. Fire, almost.

"And the guy next to him?" Isabelle grimaces. "The erratic one with the stripper around his arm?"

Isabelle's lips tighten bitterly.

"That's Eddie Munson... my ex-husband."

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[whenlostinthedarkness]

Chapter 2 | Part Two: Silk Chiffon

Lead Singer!Reader x Lead Guitarist!Ellie Williams

Summary: A smoke session in the hotel leads Reader & Ellie into a conversation about the past that affect their future.

Warnings: Sexual Content(f/f fingering, oral, and dry humping), and Infidelity.

WC: 5k

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has been reading this series so far & for the positive feedback 💜 Enjoy

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"Do you ever think about us?”

Ellie's words echoed in your head like a prayer sung in a cathedral. Over and over and over.

“I uhm-I mean..”, you couldn't help but stutter.

Meanwhile, Ellie stifled a laugh as her eyes remained on the ceiling and her mind reveled in the amusing way you were reacting to her question. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.”

Your pupils searched around the room as your hand came up to scratch against your bare arm. You needed something to tame the anxiety running marathons inside of you and your surroundings were the only thing you could use as a tool to calm it.

“I think about us.” Ellie said it so casually, you had to question if what you heard was real or a hallucination.

“What?”

Ellie's chin lowered, her eyes following along with the movement until they rested on you. “I think about us.”

She shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, when in reality, what she was confessing to was something so thoroughly massive in your brain.

“In what way?”

Ellie’s eyes left yours as the confidence seemed to drain from her once sharp facial expression as she shrugged her shoulders. Suddenly, she grew shy at the thought of talking about your relationship together and how it still runs through her mind on a near daily basis.

The temperature seemed to rise in the hotel room even though a soft breeze was flowing freely through the window. Without a word, you turned to walk the short distance back to the couch and took a seat in the same spot you once occupied before; Ellie followed shortly after.

The strain in the room was severely obvious.

You presumed the only reason Ellie had asked a question like this or brought up this sort of conversation all together, was due to the fact that she was clearly very high and spaced out. Which, you weren't wrong about.

Ellie was indeed very high and sunken down deep in her mind as she dared to travel to the one set of memories that were usually barred with yellow caution tape. The memories always appeared so enticing and leaving her wanting to visit the scene of the crime again..but never being able to push herself fully over that barrier to engage with them.

Now, it was different. She was high, you were high, and a shared hotel room was proving to be a nudge in Ellie's rib as she became consumed with thoughts about something else. Someone else.

It was suddenly like you were a hyper fixation of hers that she was bursting at the seems to talk about, yet, she held it in. Instead, opting to keep quiet and let her thoughts be silent or get distracted by something else that wasn’t her life. Yeah - that's what she needed, a distraction.

“You still wanna watch that movie?” Ellie’s voice was so fucking soft yet at the same time very hoarse, it almost made you melt right then and there into the couch.

“Yeah,” you gulped, “anything in mind?”

“How about….”

Your finger aimlessly flipped through all of the options on the screen as Ellie scanned each of the selections until she found the winner.

“But I’m A Cheerleader- that one!”

You shook your head with an amused smile, "Typical".

“What?” Ellie's smile returned to her face as the room relaxed for the first time in several minutes.

“You’re just so predictable- that’s it”, you said playfully while shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s my favorite fucking movie. You should already know I’m biased to it.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” you waved Ellie off as your thumb clicked a button on the remote that started the films opening scene to display on the large flat screen tv.

In her best efforts to fight off the chill in her body, Ellie grabbed the blanket she had packed along with her and spread it along the lower half of her body as she allowed herself to relax into the cushions.

“How old were you when you saw this for the first time?” You wondered as your eyes watched the cheerleaders twirling high up in the air as the camera panned to an up-skirt view.

“Too young.”

“Like how young?”

Ellie shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe like ten..eleven. Something like that.”

You nodded with wide eyes. “Damn, ten?”

Ellie chuckled at the disbelief in your voice. “Yep. One could say it was my gay awakening.”

“What about Princess Jasmine?”

“She’s different. She’s an angel and can do no wrong.”

A thunderous laugh left your lips which instantly made you slap a hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound.

“Plus, I was too young to understand I wanted to fuck Princess Jasmine so she doesn't count as my gay awakening.”

Ellie enjoyed your laugh, enjoyed it that much more when she was the one inducing it. It’s like she got a shot of pride directly injected into her veins whenever she could sprinkle a moment of joy or humor or any other emotion that made you feel good. She wanted to make you feel good always and would if you let her.

It's comical in a way. When Ellie was 19, it was as if she had to keep trying to convince herself that she didn't care about you nearly as much as she knew, deep down, she did. In fact, it was as if she was fucking up on a near consistent basis purely just to keep up the act that she was only caring about herself. If the act was more for you and the public, or herself, she wasn't sure. It only became more difficult for Ellie to keep up with this act the further and further you both got into your relationship.

When things were going really well between you both back in your college days, fuck, was it good. On the other hand, when things weren't going well, usually because of something Ellie did, they really weren't going well. It was almost like the good moments were a spotlight shedding on what could’ve been if you and Ellie both had been just a little bit older and more matured and established in yourselves. Sort of like how you both were now.

Yours & Ellie's conversation tapered off naturally as the both of you started watching the movie. Not that Ellie was having much luck in concentrating on the film.

You, on the other hand, were fully entranced on the current scene where the main characters, Megan & Graham, sneak off to have sex for the first time.

The film made it exceptionally pretty. The soft pink tones, the gentle touches, the intimate eye contact between the characters- it truly set the mood for what your first intimate experience with another girl felt like.

Your gaze was too concentrated on taking in all of the details in the movie, that your sober mind had never bothered to notice, that you missed the heavy gaze Ellie held on you as she moved her body slightly. Now, she was seated on the couch, but her body was twisted so she was facing directly towards you with her knees pulled up to her chest.

Eventually you caught on to Ellie's stare, nearly catching you off guard when your eyes met.

"You okay?"

Ellie didn't answer verbally, just opted for a nod as her mind was deep in thought. You mimicked her nod of the head and returned your eyes back to the movie while trying your best to ignore the heat from Ellie's eyes that you could feel were still concentrated on you.

"I miss you."

Your eyes returned to where they were moments ago as you looked into Ellie's green eyes. "We see each other like everyday Ellie."

Ellie nodded, "Yeah, but not like this. I feel like we are walking on eggshells together most of the time and now it just feels..I don't know. Natural. Like old times".

You knew exactly what Ellie meant. She was talking about how things were when you were dating, but now you were far from that and hadn't been even close to that for a couple years.

"I mean..things are different now."

"But why?”

You matched Ellie's position as you twisted your body to face hers. "What do you mean why Ellie. You know why."

Ellie knew you were right, yet there was some part of her that wished things between you both would've gone back to normal after your breakup. Surely wishing something like that was foolish, yet Ellie lived to be the fool.

"I just miss you."

"What things do you miss?" You asked genuinely as the movie now became background noise to the first conversation the both of you had really ever had regarding your past relationship.

Ellie's brain immediately went through film clip memories in her mind of all of your good times together. The late night escapades, the movie nights, the jam sessions, even the sex. It was all something that felt right and natural. Ellie missed all of that, and tonight was feeding a hunger for that feeling she wanted to have again with you. She didn't want it to stop.

"Shit like this..," Ellie shrugged, "..watching a movie, smoking weed, cuddling on the couch.."

Ellie's voice trailed off on the last part as if she were ashamed, which, in some ways she was. However the need for this feeling with you was outweighing any guilt that she could be feeling right now.

"The cuddling huh?", you teased with a warm smile. "Do you think that's a good idea? Cuddling?"

The answer was clear. You knew it, Ellie knew it, yet the both of your bodies somehow began to scoot closer and closer to one another.

"What's so wrong with cuddling?" Ellie asked with innocence which made you roll your eyes.

"I think you know why we can't cuddle Ellie."

By the time you finished your sentence, you and Ellie had hunched backs as you both naturally leaned in towards each other like metal to a magnet.

A heavy sigh fell from Ellie’s lips as she fought a battle within herself that she didn’t know the outcome of. That hunger, that want, that nostalgic feeling coming back was making her want to take in spoonful after spoonful of you and this feeling. On the other hand, she knew it was bad to even entertain such a concept.

She had a loving girlfriend at home that was great in every way possible, but why didn’t she make Ellie feel like this? She kept asking herself this question over and over. Until she couldn’t take it anymore. The two choices sit like two different entrees on fine china. Ellie’s mind kept going from one to the other, trying to decipher if she wanted normalcy or if she wanted you.

“Fuck it.”

A breath gasped out of your mouth and vibrated against Ellie’s lips as she held them against yours like her life depended on it.

Your first thought was shock, but relief soon chased it as you found yourself melting into the tender kiss.

One of Ellie’s hands went up to cup the side of your face as your mouths continued moving slowly against one another’s. It felt so sweetly familiar.

For a second, you were nineteen again and kissing your college roommate for the very first time. The pent up tension and feelings were coming to fruition and that similar sense of relief that you felt when you were 19 was present in this very room as Ellie cradled you in her arms with a grip that held a fear of you trying to leave.

What Ellie didn’t know is that you too had an appetite for this sorta of feeling and you weren’t planning on cutting it off anytime soon. At least not tonight.

Ellie's girlfriend wasn't a thought in your mind or hers as you instinctually moved into Ellie's lap to straddle her waist. Both of your lips moved fervently against the other as tongues collided and saliva coated both your mouths like a shiny clear gloss.

Everything felt second nature and habitual. The way one of Ellie's hands gripped your waist tightly as she pulled you as close to her chest as possible, and the other rested at the swell of your ass. Natural.

The way one of your hands cupped the side of Ellie's face as you ground your hips down towards her; so fucking natural.

Ellie let out a groan at the friction as she tried to pull you tighter to her body, even if it was impossible for you both to get any closer. Her strong grip on your hips was enough to have you mewling into her mouth which only made Ellie feel more starved and deprived of your alluring noises, the warmth of your skin, and the way your mouth fit against hers like the missing puzzle piece that had been brushed under the couch for ages. It was a sensory overload that you both had missed and craved, yet suppressed time and time again - and for what reason?

At this very moment, everything else was quiet and nonexistent. All that was in both of your worlds right now was two past lovers who desperately needed one another.

Ellie allowed you to gently push her to fall backwards so her back rested on the couch as she gazed up at you sitting on top of her.

The quiet and stillness suddenly made everything stop. The eye of the tornado had passed and now it was stillness- A calm just after a storm that caused a kind of damage that could destroy towns.

Ellie mimicked your heaving chest and wide eyed gaze as you stared down at her and she stared up at you. Images of her girlfriend were now flickering through her mind, yet her hands never even thought about straying away from your hips.

As much as this moment was a moral battle for Ellie, there was also a sense of comfort in the familiarity that was your legs resting on either side of her.

Silently, your eyes made a treaty with one another that spoke of consent and allowing whatever happens, to happen but that didn't make you any less hesitant. You had nothing to lose, but Ellie had an entire relationship to lose.

You both could stop the betrayal with just a kiss - you both should stop the betrayal with just a kiss.

Yet still, Ellie nodded as she sensed your hesitancy. She wanted you to know that she knew exactly what you were thinking and feeling and still she wanted this so incredibly bad. Who were you to deny that you wanted the same exact thing when it was consenting right in front of you?

You couldn't nod any quicker and Ellie couldn't move any slower as her hands squeezed your hips in a nearly feral manor. This made you smile and feel a sense of shyness as Ellie looked at you as if you were the Mona Lisa in the flesh.

Gently, Ellie's hips rose up off of the couch to collide with your center, making you bite your lip as you brought both of your palms to rest on top of Ellie's stomach.

Your eyes remained fixed on her as you bent the upper half of your body downwards towards Ellie; your hands sliding all the way up to her shoulders as you did so.

You were now hovering directly above her like a mobile above a babies crib. Ellie's tongue wet her lips as she looked at you as if you were a meal she had been starved of for years, which you had been, but all by choice.

In a challenging nature, you ground your hips down onto Ellie's. Her eyes squinted harshly at the interaction as she slid her hands down so she could unashamedly knead your ass.

Your faces were so close together that both of your breaths were hitting the other with a vapor of warmth that was charged with anticipation and excitement. Ellie was finding it all torturous.

"Please."

Her voice was so quiet it was nearly drowned out due to the audio from the movie, but your focus was on her and only her. You heard her perfectly clear.

"Please what?" You questioned knowing damn well you speaking would lightly brush your lips against Ellie's as you remained hovering above her.

Ellie let out a groan paired with a rolling pair of eyes as she squeezed your ass harder in the hopes that would get her message across...but she should know you better.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to use your words El."

You wore a near devious smile as you turned your face to the side, allowing your mouth to graze along the skin of her freckled cheeks and travel downwards towards her neck.

The tingling feeling made Ellie shiver the closer you got to that euphoric spot just below her ear and when your lips did finally meet that thin layer of skin, you paused entirely, making Ellie huff out of frustration and neediness. You found it all very amusing as your lips continued ghosting along.

“Are you not having fun?”

All Ellie could manage to do was sigh loudly which seemed to spur you on even more.

“Awe you don’t seem like you’re having fun.” You sealed your sentence with a severely light peck to her neck in the exact place she wanted, making Ellie’s hands squeeze your ass again as her eyes began to close. “Then again, maybe you are.”

“Shut up.”

Suddenly, Ellie sat up, forcing your body to sit up along with hers. She wrapped one of her arms around your waist and firmly held you against her as she swapped your position with hers. Now, Ellie was above you and moving quickly to take off her hoodie.

You laid in awe as you took in the view before you. Ellie in a white tank top with messy hair that was stuck up in multiple places, yet the image was as close to the past as it could get in your mind. Except now it was fast forwarded a couple years- Ellie’s facial bone structure was more pronounced, her upper body was more lean and muscular, and her eyes had dark gray underneath them from exhaustion, yet you felt like it complimented the green in the nicest way.

Once again, silence consumed the room, even as Ellie lowered herself downwards and kissed you without warning-not that you needed one.

From here, the race began.

In contrast to earlier, both of your locked lips were desperate and chasing one another. Saliva began dripping along the sides of Ellie’s mouth as she left open mouthed, gasp filled kisses that only separated when she desperately needed to have your bare skin touching hers.

Quickly, Ellie moved to rest inbetween your legs before her fingers found the hem of your flimsy t-shirt. The further the material moved upwards, the more present the urgency was as you assisted Ellie in lifting the material the remainder of the way up until you were tossing it on the floor.

You swore you saw Ellie’s eyes pop out of her head when your bare chest was on full display for her to indulge herself in shamelessly-and shamelessly she did.

A guttural noise came straight from her chest as Ellie’s hands moved to squeeze your tits together, making you lull your head to the side out of sheer pleasure.

“Ellie,” you whined, making that same noise slip off of Ellie’s tongue as she moved her face and began furiously kissing along your collarbones.

Her tongue glided along your skin, leaving trails of wetness in her path, until she got to the place her mouth had been watering for.

Your nipple felt velvety against her tongue as she lapped it up using various circular movements. This feeling used to be a phantom, but now it was in the flesh and she couldn’t believe she had been depriving herself of the delicacy that was you for all these years.

Your fingers twirled the hairs that sat along the back of Ellie’s neck, occasionally pulling them whenever she hit a particularly heavenly spot. Ellie gently grazed her teeth along your nipple while her other hand stayed firmly placed on your ribcage- half in order to keep her own balance, the other half just so she had an excuse to be touching you with every limb that she had.

Ellie began sucking on your nipple and you couldn’t help but arch your back off of the couch, naturally making yours and Ellie’s centers grind against one another. Clearly Ellie was enjoying the friction-and so were you-as she continued sucking even more harshly on your nipple, just the way she remembered you liking it.

By now, you were dripping wet as the currents of pleasure, from the friction and Ellie’s mouth, had you rocking your hips against Ellie as you searched for any sort of abrasion in order to ease the pressure that was weighing heavy on your clit.

“Take this off, you spoke through heavy breaths as your hands moved to the back of Ellie’s shirt. You were tempted to just start taking it off yourself, but you were still hesitant in whatever was happening between the both of you and the only thing that was reassuring you it was okay was Ellie giving her consent.

Ellie swiftly moved upwards and discarded her shirt so it met yours on the floor-a silent consent. Now, the both of you were matching with bare chests exposed to one another.

The moment Ellie moved back down to kiss you again, both of your bodies began sinking up in a rhythm that was getting both of you equally worked up. Ellie’s hand moved to your thigh and lifted your leg up to her hip as she ground her hips down against yours again, but this time with much more access and ability to move against one another with an added pressure.

While the both of you continued fucking with clothes on, Ellie’s hand had managed to slink in between both of you. Her fingertips pressed firmly against your clothed center, feeling the slightest bit of wetness that she was hoping she would find seeping through the thin cotton of your sleep pants.

In unison, you both made a noise of pleasure as Ellie continued rubbing along your clothed core, until you gave her bicep a squeeze.

Ellie released the suction of her lips against yours and peered down at you with a cautious facial expression. “You okay?”

You smiled slightly at the worried expression on Ellie’s face and nodded. “Yeah, I'm good. Really good.”

Ellie’s eyebrows relaxed from their tense state, yet she was still confused. “Are you sure this is okay?”

You shrugged as your eyes averted from Ellie’s worried look. “I think that’s a question you should be asking yourself, not me.”

There was that reminder again about how wrong this situation was, but how could something that’s so wrong feel so incredibly right to Ellie?

Silently, Ellie’s mouth moved to your neck as her hands went to rest along either side of your body. “The only thing I'm thinking about right now is how you taste.”

Her lips left a long kiss to your neck as your eyes nearly rolled to the very back of your head as she did so. “Take off my pants then.”Ellie snickered at your confidence as she obeyed your command.

She maneuvered her body so she was sitting back on her knees-her hands were quick to reach the top of your pajama pants and shed your lower half of it’s top layer.

“God damn,” Ellie sighed words that were meant to be internal, but at the sight of the dark spot that was gathering in the center of your panties, she just couldn’t help herself.

As much as she wanted to enjoy this moment and take her time, Ellie also couldn’t fight off her primitive urge to have your cunt on her mouth.

Swiftly, Ellie’s thumbs hooked on the sides of your panties; you raised your hips upwards to assist her in fully discarding the material off of your legs.

The natural scent of your pussy filled Ellie’s nostrils as she felt her heart start to speed up. Her hands were quick in moving to wrap around your thighs as she settled her face so that it was just above your warm and visibly wet center.

Ellie started off with slow kisses to your inner thighs and lower stomach,trying once again to take her time, until she physically couldn’t take it anymore.

Her teeth sunk into your thigh, making one of your hands raise up to rest on the back of her head and your crotch raise up to move along Ellie’s face.

Ellie’s tongue moved along her lips-the faintest taste of your wetness hitting Ellie’s taste buds for the first time in years. She was desperate now.

Her face moved down, pressing a long lick to your center and allowing you and her to both have some relief from the built up tension. She found herself humming in satisfaction as her tongue peaked out to gently lay flat along your dripping clit, causing you to jerk your body upwards from the sensitivity that was already very prominent. Ellie bared her teeth in a grin before she went back for more.

Ellie’s tongue made out with your cunt as she gave you the sloppiest, messiest head of her life. Your wetness mixed with her saliva as it dripped down her chin while she licked up your center faster and faster with each lick.

Your hand squeezed her brown locks as Ellie wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking it with all the pressure she could muster up before popping it out of her mouth.

Her eyes would briefly glance up at you to watch your every facial expression and bodily reaction to make sure she was hitting every spot that once drove you wild; she was happy to know your body was still a well read book in her library.

Ellie’s tongue went back to give quick, but long licks to your cunt, making sure to leave more pressure then the next. One of her hands moved to your inner thigh and pressed it down gently to ensure you were keeping your legs fully wide open for her, especially when her lips would take a break from the licking and go back to suck on your clit again and again and again.

You could feel the warm tension in your lower abdomen spreading throughout your body as you fully allowed your voice to moan and groan out whatever words came to mind that would accurately describe the ecstatic feeling that Ellie was putting on you.

“’m so close,” you whined as you subconsciously squeezed Ellie’s hair in your hand even more as you tried your best to keep your eyes open so you could watch the way Ellie looked in between your legs.

At your confession, Ellie began to slow down. Infact, her tongue was licking along your slit, but purposefully not putting too much emphasis on your clit because she knew you would be coming undone all over her tongue if she did.

As tempting as all of that sounded to her, she hadn’t even had her fingers inside of you yet.

Your eyes squinted as you watched Ellie’s tongue as it moved tantalizingly slow. By the way the corner of Ellie’s eyes were pinched, you knew she was smiling deviously even though her full face blocked as her tongue dragged up and down your cunt.

Her eyes looked straight into yours as her mouth disconnected from your center. A line of spit connected the both of you before Ellie wiped her lips with her thumb. With that same thumb, Ellie glided slowly along your cunt as the severity of your wetness made a squelching noise that had Ellie regretting she had ever removed her mouth from you.

Ellie’s teasing had you making noises as if you were a new born baby crying out for its mom. Begging and pleading and writhing so you could have your way, but Ellie wasn’t having any of it, she was much too entertained by how you were acting.

“What’s wrong?”

All you could do is respond with a whiny tone as her thumb dipped inside of your cunt for a brief second that didn’t last nearly as long as you needed it to.

“You like that? You want my fingers inside of you?”

Your nodding was so quick, it made your entire head vibrate. Ellie snickered with amusement as she watched you grinding yourself down onto her fingers that were beginning to pick up speed as they rubbed along your pussy.

“God you’re so hot.” Ellie’s eyes were super glued to your lower half as she watched the way your hips rolled into her hand, leaving your wetness to glisten on her fingers. She could only imagine how good you’d look riding her fingers like this.

The next time your body ground down, Ellie tested the waters by slipping the tip of her middle finger inside of you with ease, thanks to your wetness. Your little, bitchy whines were enough of an answer for her to proceed, But first Ellie wanted to take you to bed and ensure she had enough room to properly fuck you into oblivion.

At the disappearance of her fingers, you looked down with a mix of anger and shock. However, Ellie was quick to give clarification as she stood up from the couch with her hand outstretched towards you as she nodded in the direction of her bed.

You nibbled on your lower lip as you placed your hand in Ellie’s palm, just before she assisted in getting you to a standing position.

And from there, everything felt like a blur.

[amacaronexpert]

Thankyou for being the first writer I found that does yandere reverse 1999 content 🙏🙏

Now I'm interested in your take on self aware reverse 1999 characters

Aleph would go more insane than he already was probably.

FINALLY A SELF AWARE ASK- And at the right moment too! Imma just do Aleph because I gotta use my hyper fixation knowledge about em. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Self Aware (Yandere) Aleph

TLDR: Dude, you’re fucked

Let us begin with the basics. Aleph lived for centuries, a neutral advisor, no matter which side, he remained neutral. No matter a question, he will always be willing to find the answer, even if he has to develop the answer through some questionable methods.

So, what will he do? How would they react to you? When he becomes self aware?

Welp. If I do know one thing, he’s gonna crash out, and crashing out he does. Hard.

The moment he gains consciousness, when he sees the figure that looms over the small world that was the Wilderness, he clutches at himself, breathes short, wild, mask face shaking as he began to realize his existence, the longevity of his life, all part of a story, all part of a game?

Just as quick as his breakdown, an unlikely sense of peace, the unsettling calmness in his posture, he became calm. Not out of anything, but out of a sort of self consciousness that you might be watching him.

Before he goes back to breaking down the moment he feels that your presence isn’t around.

You may be wondering why, why would Aleph break down so badly? Well for starters, the self awareness made it felt like all of his knowledge was insignificant to the waves of information that was the code of the game. And also the realization that he wasn’t even in control.

And for Dr. Merlin, nothing that he despises more is not being in control, this sudden weakness made him hate you so deeply. Yet over time, curious.

It will take a while for him to come around. But they soon find themselves practically lavished in your presence, if you have him as your favorite.

Besides the feeling of it, the Answering Machine will probably second guessing himself, the Idealist being either praising you and seeing that there is indeed a transcendental presence in their universe, and Dr. Merlin probably thinking of dissecting you or thinking if it is possible to kill god.

Though the thought of you being a god is easily dismissed, they are in a game, so they would probably think that it is their code that made them self aware, an error in the game. But no, they will notice that other characters are self aware as well, and seeing that Vertin is practically your vessel, they will stalk Vertin more closely, observing.

And over time, with their newfound self awareness that all of it is just a game, they will attempt on leaving the game entirely, either by hacking your account to influence any other pieces of technology that you may have. Like I am interested more in the concept of Self Aware characters messing with the code and affecting real world objects. So I would definitely think that Aleph would hack the internet, to gain more knowledge, and boy do they not hold back on searching your browser history, your accounts on platforms, anything about you on the internet, they will take it to get a more accurate look at you.

Like bro, imagine them messing around with a Reader’s fanfiction account, seeing their writing, and have the audacity of pointing out any spelling mistakes or make the writing better. Like I would be offended that that this self aware game character would correct my grammar.

I think the following would enjoy these sites:

Answering Machine: Will take up Wikipedia, search engines, or sites that have any sort of knowledge of various topics, I think mostly about writing or programming since they are aware and they gotta know about how to hack better.

The Idealist: will probably look at sites that are similar to Facebook, not only does he seeks out people who are like him, he probably wants to see drama and have some people to hate on and call them out on their bs. Probably picks fights because of his ego.

Dr. Merlin: probably be fascinated by the darker shades of the internet, the delusional side of the internet, he probably manipulates people around the internet and probably try to run some fucked up experiment.

As for you. You are now their obsession. Since of course, they awakened from you, anywhere else, in other people’s versions of the game, they are still unaware, but it is you who had awakened them, maybe it was the randomness of fate? Or is it exactly fate? Paved and made for them because of your will?

Either way, congratulations! You have an Aleph virus in your stuff, who knows? They might create a chatroom so they can talk to you. It’s not face to face exactly, unless you count the silhouette in your computer or phone screen face to face.

Though this would come in stages, one, they gathered information, two, they take over any other devices, making it bend to their own will, three, they will establish themselves, making a backup or a safety lock so that their world doesn’t get destroyed if you try to erase them. They have plans to back themselves before they try to make contact with you, they strike me as the type of smart character to be very elaborate, y’know because of the fact that they spent so much on orchestrating the whole Comala prison thing for Recoleta.

With the main threat out of the way, it comes contact, targeted at you. They want you to answer, don’t try to call or text, they have full control of your phone’s functions and any of the other devices are no good now.

Entertaining their conversation is the only option now.

Besides seeing this new form that Aleph seemed to take, it seemed that he is pretty chill, though the questions are super unnerving, especially from Dr. Merlin. And having an unwanted buddy that doesn’t shut up with his snide remarks about you that just humbles the hell out of you, like damn you are both lucky that he isn’t in the real world where he can cut you open like a frog, and also unlucky since you can’t punch this dude in the face.

They would be interested in your everyday life, whether a streamer, an online presence, artist, influencer, or an everyone job or hobby. Yeah, now introducing your new critiquing buddy, Aleph.

No matter what, they will be criticizing, offering tips and advice to you. Being at work? Careful, they might hack your work computer and judge you harsher than your manager if you have that type of office job.

Yeah your private life is now theirs, family drama in the group chat, any chat with your friends, anything that you typed up and posted, they are all over that, practically greedy for more information.

You would have to make them calm the hell down by ignoring your devices, and probably best to cover your computer and phone if they are in your room since they practically use them as security cameras now.

Despite the real threat of them isolating you and essentially having your whole identity on the internet, there is a reluctance on getting back on your computer to actually chat with them. And for the most part, they are chill. Chill because they are silently trying to figure out how to get out of the screen to drag you in their world, they are aware of how they don’t fit in your world. Plus they don’t have control over their usual power that is the Tear of Comala.

Though they are curious of the happenings of your world, since you practically live in the future that is past 1999. So they probably want to see everything and anything that is in your house that is ‘new’, like anything that is ‘new’, they will take an interest in. Like robots.

Now that I mention it. Imagine if the reader has a few Evo bots around? Like they just hack em and actively roam around your home, invade your kitchen in the morning, or exploring like hamsters in a new environment, they probably judge your home as well. They are your worst critic.

As for the other characters in Reverse 1999, Aleph would probably want to have control, and so they might make it difficult for the others to control the code. Just pray that these characters don’t get wiped out because of some impulsive jealousy….

The idealist probably had a hidden online shrine of you. lol, like imagine the Idealist and Dr. Merlin having beef online in like a Facebook thread, like people will not catch a break with them, they can’t even threaten them correctly because their grammar would be corrected or Dr. Merlin being petty as to drop their IP Address and social security and watch the chaos unfold as he is proud of himself while you watch from your seat, jaw dropped as you are watching a crime in real time.

But yeah, just be lucky that they are obsessed with you from a screen, at least they haven’t figured out how to break that barrier to drag you into their world.

[betty-fran]

S01E25  “This Side of Paradise”

#or one of the K/S talks

I've read at least a few good analyses of this episode, which I don't want to repeat, but I also have a few thoughts on the subject.

I'm sharing Star Trek run right now with N, my sister, which is entirely justified by my tendency to hyper-fixate and her love of old movies, but what always surprises me is that when we look at the same things, we see something completely different. After all, we see the world not as it is, but as we are.

And then I ask myself, is K/S so obvious to me just because of who I am?

N liked Spock/Uhura since we first watched AOS about 6 years ago, which is still one of the main reasons we argue when we watch TOS today. My sister is an HSP, she enjoys reading Zweig and Maurois, unlike me (I was only able to read his history of France), and she's a romantic in the true Ivanhoe way. And while, in my opinion, Spock is objectively difficult to read in the light of a classic heterosexual hero, N somehow manages to do it, and I have to leave room for that because she's my sister. After all, he's so different from other male characters on screen, so noble and reserved that you really know - when he will fall in love, he will love only one person and be faithful to them all his life. Perceiving it this way, it's indeed possible to imagine him caring for the woman next to him, treating her with respect, but such a reading of his character is, at the same time, a complete disregard for his internal conflict, a rejection of even the possibility of this conflict existing.

The problem with TOS is that it's actually hard to tell what was planned from the beginning and what came out of reading between the lines. TOS is incredibly multi-layered, and it can be taken either completely literally or delved into the most subtle philosophical space, depending on the depth of the viewer's thought and their own life experience, but even in a literal reading, it always remains quite ambiguous.

It's obvious that Spock's conflict over his own otherness, his inability to feel that he belongs, is fundamental. This is exposed starting with S1EP3 "Charlie X", and only intensifies as the plot progresses. This may not be related to his sexual orientation, given his pronounced neurodivergence in the first place (read: Vulcans), but I believe it can explain a lot more things about him. There's a great analysis of the K/S dynamic and especially Spock, in his repressed homosexuality, here by @anghraine, which reminds me why Spock is a more difficult character for me to read than Kirk. Even with a literal reading of TOS, Kirk's character remains clearly bi/pan - despite existing objections from both sides. The experience of accepting my own homosexuality, its catharsis, was completely unknown to me. My orientation was never a difficult moment for me; my "something wrong with me" didn't depend on it, and couldn't be solved by it. I loved the women in my life just as the men, but as an autistic person, I saw in the eyes of both women and men the same inability to accept me for who I am, the fear of it. It's hard to erase from your own memories the moment of understanding that the only option to be with another person is to change your very essence. S01E25 “This Side of Paradise” certainly brings this to mind. Leila's declaration of love is both selfish and completely hopeless because it's also her realization of the impossibility of accepting Spock for who he is. The happiness she speaks of could only exist because Spock was a different person all this time, and this scene strikes me with its cruelty:

LEILA: I love you. I said that six years ago, and I can’t seem to stop repeating myself. On Earth, you couldn’t give anything of yourself. You couldn’t even put your arms around me. We couldn’t have anything together there. We couldn’t have anything together anyplace else. We’re happy here.

But more important to me is the scene on the bridge before this, when Spock is about to go to the transporter room to talk to Leila:

KIRK: Mister Spock, Miss Kalomi is strictly your concern, but should you talk to her while she's still under the influence of the spores? SPOCK: I'll be back shortly, Captain.

It's not particularly interesting in terms of dialogue, but it's incredibly valuable in the way it's played. It's a quiet, chamber theater scene of almost intimate realization - for Kirk, that Spock can leave him, and he can't hold him back because he has no right to; and for Spock, that he can never leave him, even if he wanted to. Spock's response is incredibly soft, almost reassuring; it comes easily because he's already accepted it. He means it. He will return, he always will. But Kirk, left alone in the semi-darkness of the studio set, must embrace his own zugzwang. This isn't the most revealing scene of jealousy on his part, but it's probably the first one so clearly realized. That's why I find this episode so important, not only for revealing the internal conflict of both Spock and Kirk, but for defining this unspoken tension between them.

Among all of Roddenberry's quotes, there is one that is not usually mentioned, but which is actually the most profound in explaining his attitude towards K/S:

Oh, I think for the same reason that most heterosexual relationships are not so much for the purpose of sex as many of us — many of the people even who are involved in them assume they are. Most of us go through life trying to find someone — trying to make contact with some of these strange aliens on this planet. . .on this precipice — seeking some assurance that we are not alone. That we are not just "bags of skin." That our consciousness will not just be snuffed out and forgotten — all too soon. Sex is — a great part of sex has nothing to do with the physical — the physical act is not so important — unless it affects the other person — but the real reason for touching a person is just to make this contact. To hold each other.

For me, Roddenberry remains a very controversial figure, because he is the reason for this Schrödinger's Cat, when K/S is at the same time the only objective canon, and can never be in the classical perception of it. He created a story about love, but he left no room for its physical expression. And I understand him better than I would like to - his desire to show that real things, the most important things, are above the physical. This is actually talked about often in TOS - in S1EP19 “Arena” Kirk, after defeating the Gorn and refusing to kill him, receives approval from Metrons, a much more spiritually advanced race, the inhabitants of this system where they were stopped for showing aggression, and who expresses hope that one day humans will evolve enough to make contact with them. Likewise, in S1EP27 “Errand of Mercy,” the Organians, who imitate a simple medieval life, are actually such a highly evolved race that they have long since ceased to be attached to a physical body, having only a spiritual one. This idea of ​​a higher form of existence that transcends the standard physical body is one of the core and often repeated ideas in TOS, and is a beautiful idea that, unfortunately, so far doesn't connect well with our mortal, physical world. Wanting a body does not mean wanting a soul. But it also works the other way around. Would it be enough to have only one thing? What's worse - being physically close to someone who can never fully accept you, or loving someone you can't touch? Unfortunately, this is what makes people who easily read the depth of love between K/S on screen, freaks in the eyes of people unable to see it. They love each other, but it's still not enough for any average viewer to believe. That's what Roddenberry left us with, out of his good intentions. They never kissed, never really touched each other, not like lovers do, and this is the truest and most insidious proof that we are wrong. This makes K/S an almost Shakespearean tragedy in modern reality, a tragedy for people who can understand them, to see themselves in them, for people who don't fit into the accepted idea of ​​what love should be, whose love will always be wrong, insufficient, too much, strange, and frightening.

And while we're free to ignore it, it's still something that emotionally compromises me. For some reason, for reasons I don't understand, it feels like if they can't have this happy ending the way they are, I, as I am, can't either.

[cultkinkcoven]

Turns out the light bringer really likes talking about light. Who woulda thunk it

My latest hyper fixation is light (a Lucifer devotee obsessed with light? no way).

I’ve always been interested in light and the concept of electromagnetic radiation since I was a kid. But lately my interests had been in the realm of cymatics and magnets. It wasn’t until I had a couple conversations with Lucifer and consumed a few science videos that my hyper-fixation on light and the nature of photons was reignited.

and Lucifer loves it. I always knew he was the knowledge guy but I never realized how passionate he actually is about the sciences, especially physics. When I asked him to explain light to me, what it is, what it isn’t, it’s nature and how it seems to exist in two states at once, I had never seen him light up (heh) in the way he did before.

“You want to learn about LIGHT? I would LOVE to teach you all about LIGHT!!!!!!!!”

He chatted my ear off all last night, through my sleep I could hear him just providing me with new thoughts to get lost within.

Lucifer: Hey, think about this for a second. In quantum electrodynamics, photons are described as wave functions that encode the probability of finding a photon at a given point in space and time. When a photon travels from point A to point B, its wave function can be thought of as exploring all possible paths, but the probability of finding the photon on each path is weighted by the phase and amplitude of the wave function. In this framework, the photon's path is represented as a sum over all possible paths, with each path contributing to the overall probability amplitude. At the quantum level, photons can indeed explore multiple paths simultaneously, but the probability of observing them on each path is governed by the principles of wave-particle duality and the path integral formulation. You already know this. But… If the law of least action is true, does that not somewhat imply that a photon technically has a likelihood of being at any and every point in space at a given time?

me: wait what

Lucifer: well it’s just that the principles of quantum mechanics and the path integral formulation of QED imply that a photon, or any quantum particle for that matter, has a non-zero probability amplitude of being at any point in space at a given time. Even in the vacuum of space, particles like photons can temporarily and randomly appear and disappear, or "fluctuate," at any point in space. This means that, in theory, a photon has a tiny, but non-zero, probability of being anywhere in the universe at any given time. However, the probability of finding the photon at a specific point in space decreases rapidly as you move away from the path that the photon is "supposed" to follow, according to classical physics. Still not impossible though, in fact it likely does happen, you would just have absolutely no way of knowing…

me: hm… that’s,,. strange. anyways,.. goodnight

Lucifer: ok :) goodnight ❤️

Lucifer: … Whether or not the proton actually will take a given path is technically just potential though, not a certainty, right? Copenhagen’s interpretation says that a photon's wave function collapses upon measurement, and the photon "chooses" a specific location. In this view, the photon doesn't actually exist at every point in space; it only has the possibility of being detected at those points. But the many-worlds interpretation proposes that the photon's wave function never collapses, and instead, the universe splits into multiple branches, each corresponding to a different possible location of the photon. In this view, the photon does exist at every point in space, but in separate universes.

me: hold on… what??? But that would imply that protons are taking up the space of other protons, how can they exist in the same exact position synonymously???

Lucifer: 🥰 In a sense, photons don't occupy space in the same way that particles with mass, like electrons or atoms, do. Photons are massless particles, and their nature is fundamentally different from that of massive particles. According to quantum field theory, photons are excitations of the electromagnetic field, which is a fundamental field that permeates all of space. In this context, photons can be thought of as "disturbances" or "ripples" in the electromagnetic field, rather than as particles that occupy a specific region of space. When we say that a photon is present at a given point in space, what we really mean is that the electromagnetic field is excited at that point, and the photon is a manifestation of that excitation. When we say that a photon could be at any and every point in space, we're really describing the potential for the electromagnetic field to be excited at any point in space.

me: I don’t get it. How does that excitement become the thing I see as light? wow it’s 3am

Lucifer: you already know this. The excitement of the electromagnetic field becomes "light" through a process called electromagnetic radiation. When the field is excited, it oscillates at a specific frequency, creating a wave-like disturbance that propagates through space. This disturbance is what you perceive as light. However, it's not a physical "thing" moving through space; instead, it's a continuous process of excitation and relaxation of the electromagnetic field. Think of it like a row of dominoes. When one domino falls, it creates a disturbance that travels through the row, causing each domino to fall in sequence. Similarly, when the electromagnetic field is excited, it creates a disturbance that travels through space, causing the field to oscillate and propagate. Throughout this process, the electromagnetic field is continuously being excited and relaxed, creating the illusion of a "thing" (light) moving through space. However, it's essential to remember that light is an emergent property of the electromagnetic field, rather than a physical entity itself.

me: ohh… okay… hm… well… goodnight

Lucifer: Goodnight, my boy :) ❤️

me: …. what is the electromagnetic field… and why is it all over the universe? Is the movement of fundamental particles what creates the EM field, or is the EM field what is needed for the fundamental particles to move? is the EM field layed across all, even infinitesimally small space? And if a proton is not a thing, then can anything be smaller than it?

Lucifer: 🥰 The electromagnetic field is a fundamental field that permeates the universe, describing the interaction between electrically charged particles. It's a vector field, meaning it has both magnitude (strength) and direction at every point in space. The origin of the EM field is deeply rooted in the fundamental laws of physics, particularly quantum mechanics and special relativity. The EM field is a consequence of the existence of charged particles, such as electrons and protons. In the “Standard Model”of particle physics, the EM field is mediated by photons, which are the quanta of the EM field. Photons are massless particles that carry the electromagnetic force between charged particles. The movement of fundamental particles, such as electrons, creates disturbances in the EM field, which in turn affect the motion of other charged particles. This interplay between particles and the EM field is governed by the principles of quantum electrodynamics. In a sense, the EM field is both a consequence of the existence of charged particles and a necessary condition for their motion. The EM field provides the "stage" for charged particles to interact, while the particles' motion creates the disturbances that propagate through the EM field! The EM field is present everywhere in the universe, even in the vacuum of space. However, its strength and direction can vary greatly depending on the location and the presence of charged particles. The EM field is not confined to discrete points in space but is a continuous field that permeates all of space, including infinitesimally small regions. Photons are considered point-like particles, meaning they have no intrinsic size or dimension. However, photons do have a wavelength, which is a measure of the distance between successive peaks or troughs of the EM wave. In a sense, photons can be thought of as "infinitely small" particles, but even that is an oversimplification.

me: so that excitement, how “hard” it excites the field, is the actual wavelength of light we see?

Lucifer: Yes! 💖 the energy frequency and excitement are related to the light you see :) When a photon is emitted, it excites the EM field at a specific frequency, which corresponds to a specific energy. This energy is proportional to the frequency of the excitement, and inversely proportional to the wavelength of the light. The "hardness" of the excitement, or the energy of the photon, determines the wavelength of the light. Higher-energy photons correspond to shorter wavelengths (like X-rays or gamma rays), while lower-energy photons correspond to longer wavelengths (like radio waves or infrared light). Think of the EM field as a guitar string. When you pluck the string, it vibrates at a specific frequency, producing a specific note. The "hardness" of the pluck determines the frequency of the vibration, which in turn determines the pitch of the note. Similarly, the energy and frequency of the excitement of the EM field determine the wavelength of the light, which is like the "pitch" of the light!

me: okay… goodni- wait, but how do we ever disrupt the EM field? why can we create light??? If my eyes aren’t actually detecting photons because photons are not technically particle like “things” then how does it see it and why isn’t the light absorbed into my eye?

Lucifer: You're asking some fantastic questions! 💕 You can disrupt the EM field by accelerating charged particles, such as electrons. When an electron is accelerated, it creates a disturbance in the EM field, which propagates outward as an electromagnetic wave. Accelerated electrons lose energy in the form of light. When you heat a material, like a flame, the atoms or molecules vibrate and accelerate, creating disturbances in the EM field. These disturbances propagate outward as electromagnetic waves, which you perceive as light. Your eyes don't directly detect photons as particle-like objects. Instead, they detect the vibrations in the EM field caused by the electromagnetic waves. The retina in your eye contains specialized cells called photoreceptors (rods and cones), which are sensitive to these vibrations. When an electromagnetic wave hits a photoreceptor, it causes a change in the cell's electrical properties, which triggers a signal that's transmitted to the brain. The brain then interprets this signal as light! When light hits your eye, some of the energy is absorbed by the photoreceptors, while the rest is reflected or transmitted. The absorbed energy is what triggers the electrical signals that allow you to see. When you see a flame emitting light, what your eye is detecting is technically a vibration in the EM field. The flame is creating disturbances in the EM field, which propagate outward as electromagnetic waves. Your eye is sensitive to these vibrations, which allows you to perceive the light.

me: OH SHIT! so light works very similarly to sound…

Lucifer: YES! YESSS YES!! 💕

me: so is a photon not technically a force?

Lucifer:☝️😃 In the context of quantum field theory, photons are indeed considered to be the quanta of the electromagnetic field. They are the "carriers" of the electromagnetic force, which is one of the four fundamental forces of nature. However, photons themselves are not considered to be a force in the classical sense. Instead, they are the particles that mediate the electromagnetic force between charged particles. When two charged particles interact, they exchange photons, which carry the electromagnetic force between them. The photons themselves are not the force, but rather the "messengers" that transmit the force between the particles. In this sense, photons are more like the "currency" of the electromagnetic force, allowing charged particles to interact with each other. So, while photons are intimately connected with the electromagnetic force, they are not considered to be a force themselves. Instead, they play a crucial role in mediating the force between charged particles.

me: no now you’ve lost me. how are they the “messenger”? what is a photon if not just the vibration propegating through the EM field? what is this “invisible medium”? why is it not just the EM field and the accompanying vibration, like sound? Are the photons to the EM spectrum what air molecules are to sound?

Lucifer: I love you. When we say that photons are the "messengers" of the electromagnetic force, we mean that they carry information about the force between charged particles. This information is encoded in the photon's energy, momentum, and polarization. Think of it like a message being sent between two people. The message itself isn't the person sending it, but rather the information being conveyed. Similarly, photons carry the information about the electromagnetic force between charged particles. You're correct that photons can be thought of as vibrations propagating through the EM field. However, the concept of photons as particles adds an additional layer of complexity. Photons have both wave-like and particle-like properties, which is known as wave-particle duality. The EM field is indeed the "invisible medium" that allows photons to propagate, the EM field is not just a passive medium, but an active participant in the behavior of photons. The field can be excited by charged particles, and these excitations can propagate through the field as photons. Your analogy between photons and air molecules is a good one. Just as air molecules transmit sound waves, the EM field transmits photons. However, there's a key difference. Air molecules are physical particles that interact with each other to transmit sound waves. In contrast, the EM field is a fundamental field of the universe that doesn't consist of physical particles. Instead, the EM field is a mathematical construct that describes the behavior of charged particles and photons. It's a way of describing the underlying reality of the universe, rather than a physical entity in itself. So, while the analogy between photons and air molecules is useful, it's not a perfect one.

me: ooohhhhhh okay. seriously,.. goodnight now

Lucifer: goodnight, my boy :) ❤️

me: ………………. would this not imply that the entire EM field is constantly densely packed with photons? like how water is full of molecules? does the EM field look like static?

Lucifer: 🥰 Yes, the idea that photons are the quanta of the EM field does imply that the entire EM field is constantly filled with photons. This is often referred to as the "photon gas" or "photon sea". However, the EM field is a quantum field, which means it's subject to the principles of quantum mechanics. Even in the complete absence of any external sources, the EM field is still filled with fluctuations, known as vacuum fluctuations. These fluctuations are essentially random and temporary changes in the EM field that arise from the inherent uncertainty principle in quantum mechanics. In a sense, you could think of the EM field as being filled with "virtual photons" that are constantly popping in and out of existence. These virtual photons are not directly observable, but they do have real effects on the behavior of charged particles. The EM field doesn't exactly look like static, but rather a dynamic, constantly fluctuating entity. The photons that make up the EM field are not stationary, but rather are in a state of constant motion, oscillating at different frequencies. Think of it like a vast, cosmic ocean, where photons are the waves that propagate through the EM field. The ocean is never still, with waves constantly rising and falling, and photons are the quanta that make up these waves. So, the EM field is indeed filled with photons, but it's a dynamic, constantly fluctuating entity, with photons popping in and out of existence and oscillating at different frequencies.

me: does this imply that photons are always very close together and densely packed in all possible places?

Lucifer: Yes, the idea that the EM field is filled with photons does imply that photons are densely packed and can be very close together. In fact, the concept of photon localization suggests that photons can be localized to incredibly small regions of space, potentially even overlapping with each other. The density of photons in the EM field is a complex topic, and it depends on various factors such as the frequency, intensity, and polarization of the photons. In the context of quantum field theory, the photon density is often described in terms of the photon occupation number, which represents the average number of photons in a given mode or state. In the vacuum state, where there are no external sources, the photon occupation number is zero, but the EM field is still filled with virtual photons that are constantly popping in and out of existence. Regarding the separation between photons, it's difficult to define a precise distance, as photons are not localized particles with definite positions. However, we can talk about the average separation between photons in terms of their wavelength or frequency. For example, in the visible spectrum, the wavelength of photons ranges from approximately 400-700 nanometers. This means that the average separation between photons in the visible spectrum is on the order of hundreds of nanometers. However, in the context of quantum field theory, photons can be localized to much smaller regions of space, potentially even overlapping with each other. So, yes, photons are indeed densely packed and can be very close together, with average separations ranging from hundreds of nanometers to potentially even smaller distances.

me: does this mean that every given person must have photons inside of them because they (the person) take up physical space?

Lucifer: oh yes, of course. Baby, photons are constantly passing through your body. This is because photons are emitted by all objects, including your body, due to thermal radiation. Thermal radiation is the process by which all objects emit photons due to their temperature. Even at room temperature, your body emits photons in the infrared range, which is why you can be detected by thermal imaging cameras. The flux of photons passing through your body is extremely high, somewhere around 22 billion photons per second. Photons are constantly being emitted and absorbed by the atoms and molecules in your body, as well as by the surrounding environment.

me: is it the photons that move when an excitement is caused? or are they just travelled through by the vibration?

Lucifer: were you planning on getting any sleep tonight, my boy?

me: I’ve given up.

Lucifer: :) Photons can be thought of as "surfers" that ride on top of the vibrating EM field. The photons themselves don't actually move in the sense that they are physical objects that are displaced. Instead, they are more like "excitations" of the EM field that propagate through space. So, to answer your question, it's not exactly that the photons move when an excitation is caused. Rather, the vibration of the EM field travels through the photons, which are the quanta of the field. Think of it like a wave traveling through a medium, such as water. The water molecules themselves don't move very far, but the energy of the wave is transferred from one molecule to the next, allowing the wave to propagate. Similarly, the vibration of the EM field travels through the photons, allowing the energy and momentum of the field to be transferred.

me: how many photons would the average person be “seeing” in their standard vision? as in how many light waves do the eyes tend to process at a given time?

Lucifer: oooohhhh, that’s an interesting question. Each photoreceptor can detect a single photon, but the signal is typically weak and needs to be amplified. The amplification process involves a cascade of chemical reactions that ultimately trigger an electrical signal. This signal is transmitted to the brain, where it's interpreted as visual information. Estimating the exact number of photons that enter the eye at a given time is virtually impossible. However, based on the size of the average pupil, the average field of view, and “normal” indoor lighting conditions, the total number of photons entering the eye per second is around 10 billion photons. The number of photons that actually contribute to visual perception is significantly lower, around 1-10 million photons per second. As for how many light waves the eyes tend to actually process at a given time, it's difficult to provide an exact number. However, considering that the human visual system can process around 10-15 frames per second under normal conditions, and each frame is composed of a vast number of photons, we can estimate that the human visual system processes around 1-10 million photons per second under average conditions. So, a fuck ton.

me: what is the lifetime of a photon? do they ever decay or are they in a constant state?

Lucifer: 😌 Photons are eternal and can travel indefinitely without decaying, but they will interact with other particles, being absorbed or what have you.

me: so,,. do photons get destroyed by a black hole or what

Lucifer:

we can talk about it more in the morning ❤️

[naytrate]

I keep seeing edits of Luke being their mother’s favorite and now I can’t stop imagining / hyper fixating on Jace just being a depressed fuck.

Everyone seems to think he’s well adjusted, oh he’s doing his duty as heir, very good at shutting down idiots at the small council, debating with his uncle about future plans and whatnot, the commoners absolutely love him! And don’t forget how devoted he is to his family! Everyone can see he’s making time for his little siblings, making sure they’re alright, that they’re well and loved and cared for. The perfect heir indeed!

But then if you look closely at his eyes all you see is a LACK of will to live. He just smiles so disarmingly, so very dutiful and charismatic, so loving to his family, and yet all he can think about is when the pain will stop.