#I’m watching jons stream

[hatchetverse]

Do i find it hot that jon takes the acting exercise so fucking seriously

[algae-tm]

WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Author’s Note: there’s a lot going on in this fic and I should’ve probs split it into two so I could do the storyline justice, but I’m nothing if not slightly lazy so that never would’ve worked. If you notice any mistakes please do let me know! Rn it’s 2 am and my visions blurred so I’m gunna post and hope for the best

I’m actually gunna recommend songs for this fic!!tbh just listen to Willow’s entire discography (apart from that one song with MGK) and if you want to give unholy a listen it is by Hey Violet (though I don’t know if I like the song or not, but it says what I needed the fic to say) and of course All I Wanted Was You is paramore! I hope you enjoy

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youruser: thank y’all for the love on unholy, the last slide is how I feel now that I’ve been let out the house!! Hot gal y/n is back!

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user1: OH WE ARE SO BACK!

user4: IS RHIS CONFIRMATION ?? IS THIS CONFIRMATION?? IS THIS BREAK UP CONFIRMATION

— youruser: girl, if the song wasn’t confirmation enough idk what is

sza: welcome back y/n the streets have been waiting for your return

— youruser: tell the streets I’ll get back to them, I have other plans

— oscarpiastri: 👀 👀

— youruser: gtfo

— landonorris: trouble in paradise?

user32: who’s the song about???

— landonorris: yeah y/n who’s the song about??? 🤨🤨

— youruser: I will block you norizz

— landonorris: oh shiver me timbers

oscarpiastri: amazing song y/n! So proud to call you my best friend

— user22: bro 😭 😭

— user32: either brother doesn’t like her at all or he just has no rizz

— user44: god the friendzone must hurt extra hard after she just released that song about you.

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youruser: thank you all so much for all the love over the last month! I’m so glad you not only watched Queen Charlotte but that you loved it! As you all probably know I haven’t released much art in the last three years, but I never stopped making and art is forever. I’m now just so glad I can now share it with all of you. My new album empathogen is out now on all streaming platforms. Some familiar tracks on there, some not so familiar. Hope you guys enjoy!

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lewishamilton: 👏🏿👏🏿

— youruser: 🖤🖤

user10: can’t believe unholy isn’t on the album???

— user11: I mean I kinda can… all the other songs have much deeper meanings and the sounds are so much more complex…

— user13: that’s what I was thinking, unholy is giving forever 21 changing room, whilst the album is like, masterpiece level shit

—user17: thank god I’ve been arguing with people on twtr all morning about this,

— user32: it’s never that deep…

oscarpiastri: I’m in awe of what your mind can create 🧡

— youruser: couldn’t do it without my forever muse

— user21: 🤨🤨🤨🤨

— user32: y’all are we seeing this??

— user45: WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS????

— user67: lord help me I’m about to read too much into an interaction on the internet. But him adding a heart. Her not adding a heart. I’m drawing conclusions

— user76: please stop drawing conclusions 😭

jonbatiste: so much talent for someone so young, keep flourishing y/n

— youruser: thank you Jon for all your help 🖤

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youruser: I bagged myself an f1 driver y’all! I hear they’re in high demand good thing I got you, was scared I’d have to settle for Lando Norris.

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oscarpiastri: this is not the caption we agreed on…

— youruser: oopsie daisy… I’m just a girl?

— oscarpiastri: MY girl

— youruser: 🤤🤤 say it again

landonorris: now why am I in this??

— youruser: you saying you wouldn’t like to date me?? 🤨😔😟🙁☹️

— landonorris: What no I’m sure you’d be a joy to date

— oscarpiastri: hey watch yourself Lando that’s my girlfriend

— landonorris: I mean of course I would never date her

— youruser: ☹️☹️

— oscarpiastri: so you’re saying there’s something wrong with my girl Norris? Why wouldn’t you like to date her

— landonorris: I’m so confused

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oscarpiastri: making up for lost time, at least we have til the end of it

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user32: oh… his caption just called me single in 45 different languages

— user21: the difference between his and y/n’s captions is what had me cackling

youruser: can’t wait to spend eternity with you,

— oscarpiastri: unbelievably in love with you

— alex_albon: 🤮 gross

— youruser: @lilymhe come get your man

— lilymhe: @alex_albon why is showing affection gross albon? 🤨🤨🤨

logansargeant: I’m taking credit for this

— landonorris: hey now it was a team effort

— alex_albon: this is me erasure

— youruser: thank you all 🫶🏿 you could’ve done it like 4 years earlier but still thank you!

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[azzifudd]

streams

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary:

Jon Wanna explain why my friend asked me if it was true that you and Paige were making out at a bar last night

Jose WHAAAAAAT

four times paige & azzi were on tiktok live

rated: teen

2.8k words

disclaimer: you kinda have to know about the lore surrounding all those lives they've been a part of to fully understand this. this is based around existing events, but obviously a fictional interpretation of those events. also a warning that this is sappy as hell

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“Let’s go! Two more points!” Paige’s shout echoes through the room. She stands from the bed and howls at the top of her lungs.

Azzi is unfazed. She knows just how much Paige loves LeBron. In fact, to her embarrassment, she has spent countless nights staring up at his face as she laid in Paige’s bed.

She hears Amari proclaiming that she’s single and sees Paige go over asking to be dapped up.

“Someone said Paige has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend.”

“Paige does not have a girlfriend,” Inês protests, or maybe it’s Ice, Azzi can’t really tell, too distracted by Paige who has come back over to the bed and is leaning half over her with a smirk. Azzi rolls her eyes, but still returns the soft peck that Paige presses to her lips.

Then she playfully shoves Paige away, letting her get locked into the game again while she reclines on the bed. Almost immediately, she finds herself becoming extremely bored. Maybe she’d be interested in watching if LeBron was getting the record against Steph, but he’s not. Azzi didn’t even recognize the team he’s playing against.

She grabs Paige’s ever present iPad and pulls up her favorite game.

Paige stares back at her, eyes wide and incredulous. “Azzi, we can’t play- Are you serious? She wants me to play a game right now, when LeBron’s about to get the record?”

Azzi pouts at her, but Paige doesn’t give in. Instead, she jumps up, yelling, “Lock in!” as the game returns from commercial break.

But when not even half a minute later, a foul is called, Azzi takes advantage.

“Free throws! Come play,” she demands, and Paige flops back onto the bed without protest. Inês makes a whip motion with her hand, and Paige gives her the middle finger.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Azzi whines.

Eventually, the game starts again, and Paige stands up, shouting about the gameplay. LeBron finally breaks the record and everyone screams in celebration. They all watch the ceremony before Amari begins to wrap up the live.

“Only cuz of LeBron, not cuz of Azzi.” Paige says, when a viewer mocks them all for shutting up at Azzi’s complaint. But she still crosses back from the other bed, laying beside Azzi for some quick cuddle time before she has to go back to her room.

“Paige, someone’s gonna take you to breakfast,” Amari reads.

“Better not.” Azzi mutters, under her breath as the others laugh.

Amari ends her livestream, and they spend a little more time messing around, until they realize that it’s almost curfew.

Ice turns to Azzi’s bed which has been suspiciously quiet for the past few minutes.

“She’s asleep, already?!” Paige appears to be deeply asleep, mouth slightly open and face pressed into the pillow as Azzi cuddles in behind her.

“Shush, you know she has trouble sleeping sometimes.” Azzi whispers over her head.

“Well, she’s gonna have to have trouble sleeping in our room, because I’m not getting in trouble when the coaches come for room check and lover girl is missing because she’s over here being your little spoon.” Ice grabs a pillow from Inês bed and whacks Paige in the face with it.

“Bruh, what the hell?!” Paige sputters.

“Let’s go! I want to sleep too.”

“Ugh, fine.” Paige stands and quickly gathers her things before going to stand beside Azzi’s bedside. Without a word, their friends turn away as Paige leans down to kiss Azzi goodbye.

The next morning, a knock sounds at Paige’s door.

“Ice, answer it.” Paige shoves her head under a pillow.

“You’re closer to the door.” Ice complains.

“Freshman duty.” Paige fires back.

“I’m not even a real freshman!”

Knuckles rap against the door again. “Room service!”

Paige finally drags herself to the door and pulls it open. The hotel employee wheels in a cart full of food, transferring it onto the table in the corner of the room. Paige thanks him and he leaves.

A full breakfast spread covers the table. A small white card sits by itself on a plate at the center of all the food. Ice wanders over, drawn by delicious smells. She picks up the card, snorting out a laugh at its contents.

“Thank you, Azzi.”

Paige’s face scrunches up with confusion before she takes the card from Ice’s outstretched hand.

Enjoy your breakfast.

Love, Not Paige’s girlfriend

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Azzi wakes to the sun shining directly into her face and her bed moving beneath her.

It’s only when the bed groans in pain that she realizes it’s not the bed that’s moving, it’s Paige beneath her, burying her face into the crook of Azzi’s neck.

“Why do you sleep with your blinds open?” Paige hisses, clearly as hungover as Azzi feels.

“I do not sleep with my blinds open,” Azzi rasps, unable to raise her voice above a whisper as her head pounds. “I didn’t have time to close them after you threw me onto the bed and koala bear’d onto me.”

“You know I get cuddly when I’m drunk.”

It’s an understatement. Azzi is still foggy on some of last night’s events, but she can remember how Paige had spent half the night latched onto their teammates and the other with her hands glued to Azzi’s body.

Azzi throws the blanket over both their heads, hoping the darkness can help them recover before they have to wake up. But before they can get any meaningful rest, a knock sounds at the door.

“Hey, are you guys decent?” Caroline’s voice comes through the door. “I’m coming in, in three, two, one.”

She still gives them a few more seconds. She’s one of the only girls on the team that hasn’t walked in on them, and she wants to keep it that way.

Azzi has poked her head back out of her sheets, but Paige remains hidden, just a lump in the blankets.

Caroline places a bottle of Gatorade and a bottle of coconut water on the bedside table alongside some pain killers.

“Caroline, my angel.”

Azzi sits up, throwing back the pills with a deep swig of the coconut water. She nudges Paige, who simply rolls over and buries her face in Azzi’s stomach.

“Dude, drink the Gatorade.”

Paige cracks an eye, looking up pitifully. “Feed me.”

“Ugh.” Caroline makes a disgusted noise. “Well, when you guys are good, Ice brought breakfast. Not sure how much you remember from last night because you both were pretty gone, but something happened on Ice’s live that you’ll wanna see.”

“Um, that don’t sound too good.” Paige has finally propped herself up to take light sips of the Gatorade that Azzi has passed to her.

“It’s not a huge deal,” Caroline says, clapping her hands together. “Just something you should know about.”

“We’ll be out soon,” Azzi replies, and then Caroline exits, leaving a confused Paige and Azzi behind her.

Azzi sighs and reaches for her phone, shocked to see her group chat with her brothers has over ten unread messages.

Jon Wanna explain why my friend asked me if it was true that you and Paige were making out at a bar last night

Jose WHAAAAAAT

The rest of the texts are mostly them arguing about a clip on tiktok and asking Azzi if it means that she and Paige are coming out.

She tilts the phone to let Paige read the messages.

“What the fuck? Ice! Isuneh!” Paige gets out of bed, suddenly very awake and heads toward the dining area, Azzi following close behind.

A bunch of the girls are gathered at the dining area, some eating and some clearly waiting out their hangovers.

“Good morning, Paige and Azzi! I brought breakfast.” Ice says, her voice sounding falsely positive.

“What happened last night?” Paige questions, taking the last available seat next to Ice and pulling Azzi to sit on her lap.

Ice winces and slides her phone over. “Before y’all get too mad, it’s been wiped from TikTok and not that many people saw it.”

The video is only a few seconds long, a grainy snippet from Ice’s livestream from the night before. The camera pans along the bar, showing Jana, then Caroline deep in conversation with Azzi who is wrapped up in Paige’s embrace. They watch as Paige’s hands roam from low on Azzi’s hips, up toward her back as she turns toward Paige with a hand on her face. And then the camera is jerking and the frame fills with Ice’s shocked expression.

“Bro, you need to warn us when you’re on live. That could’ve been so much worse.” If Ice had kept her camera on them for even a second more, it would have been much worse.

“I’m sorry, but I did! It’s not my fault you can’t keep your grabby hands off!”

“You know I can’t help it. Did you see her last night?”

Even now, Paige’s arms are wrapped around Azzi’s waist, and her chin is tucked over her shoulder as they look down at Ice’s phone.

Ice rolls her eyes as Azzi smiles, pleased at the comment.

Suddenly, the smile drops as Azzi looks sharply at Ice. “No more lives. You’re banned.”

“What?! That’s not fair!” Ice looks pleadingly at Paige, always the more lenient of the pair.

“Let’s just chill on the lives for a bit, aight? At least until this blows over.”

Everyone agrees, and after Ice apologizes one more time, Paige and Azzi take their breakfast back to Azzi’s room so they can get some more sleep.

Paige only lasts three days before she lets Ice and KK back on live.

//

It’s nearing 11:30 PM when Paige tells Ice and KK that she’s heading out.

“Girl, boo.” KK shoots her a thumbs down. “I thought we were gonna play some more Fortnite.”

“Nah, I’m tired dude. Supervising y’all on live took a lot out of me.” Paige smirks as KK rolls her eyes and Ice, the main instigator in most of their slip ups, muffles her laughter.

Paige leaves them to their own devices, slipping out of the apartment. She doesn’t tell them the real reason she’s leaving early, that Azzi had made it clear that if Paige showed up at her door past midnight, they would both be sleeping alone that night. The girl takes her sleep seriously.

She can imagine how much shit she would get from the girls if they knew how she refused to even consider spending a single night away from Azzi, but she doesn’t care. She just wants to be near Azzi, always.

Paige lets herself into Azzi’s apartment, which is dark and quiet, with all its occupants asleep or on the way. She heads into the bathroom, brushing her teeth with the brush she keeps there, and gets ready for bed.

When she finally makes her way to Azzi’s room, she’s surprised to see light still shining from beneath the crack of the door. She eases the door open, as quiet as she can. She isn’t surprised to find Azzi asleep, with a book in her lap and her glasses falling off her face.

Paige doesn’t try to stop the grin that spreads across her face at the sight. She moves closer, putting the book on the bedside table and carefully sliding Azzi’s glasses off her face. Then, she turns off the light, flooding the room with darkness.

“Mm,” Azzi hums as Paige slips under the covers next to her.

Paige shushes her, trying to ease her back into sleep as she pulls Azzi’s head to rest on her chest.

“Go back to sleep, baby. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

Azzi murmurs something else into Paige’s neck, clearly more awake now.

“Watch out for my boyfriend.”

Paige has already closed her eyes, but they shoot open when she registers what Azzi has said.

“Huh?”

Azzi smiles lazily, stretching her body until she’s pressed head to toe against Paige’s.

“Y’know since I apparently have a boyfriend now, he probably wouldn’t like finding me in bed with someone else.” Their legs tangle together beneath the sheets.

Azzi’s words finally register, and Paige groans in understanding.

“What the hell? How’d you find out already?”

It couldn’t have been an hour since the moment where Paige had had a too visible reaction to KK reading a fan’s comment claiming Azzi had a boyfriend and that she was with him at that time. She hadn’t been able to stop her growing smile, and before she even realized it, she was scratching awkwardly at the bridge of her nose, trying to distract from her reaction and Ice and KK’s muffled laughter.

“Ice texted me, but I’m sure it’s all over Tiktok already.”

Azzi shifts again, until she’s seated astride Paige’s hips, hands splayed across the hard, flat plane of Paige’s abdomen. Paige inhales sharply as the other girl begins a slow glide in her lap, hands immediately find their place among familiar curves.

With a sure grip, Paige guides Azzi into a heavy grind, pulling their bodies together until they are both panting. Azzi dips her head to give Paige a searing kiss, tasting mint and something distinctly Paige.

When they part, Paige snarkily says, “What would your man say about you kissing someone else like that?” But the effect is slightly lessened by how breathless she is.

Azzi reaches down to tug her shirt over her head before leaning down again. She whispers, “Stop talking,” against Paige’s lips. Paige does.

//

When Azzi texts that she’s on her way over to the hotel, Paige drops Drew off with Ice and heads to the market next door. By the time she’s done, Azzi’s dad has dropped her off at the front.

It’s been just over a week since Paige has seen her, but Azzi is always a sight for sore eyes. She looks smaller than usual with the big brace over her knee, and when Paige hugs her hello, she holds on just a little longer than what might be considered casual, pressing her face to her favorite spot where Azzi’s neck meets her shoulder and sneaking a kiss there.

“I missed you,” Azzi breathes into her shoulder.

They text almost constantly, and are on FaceTime whenever they’re free, but it’s not the same as being together. It takes Paige back to the years before UConn, before she knew what it really meant that she would sometimes miss Azzi so much it felt like a wound.

She squeezes Azzi around her waist one more time before pulling back and leading her up to the room. She swipes the key to unlock the door and holds it open so Azzi can limp through in front of her.

Ice has taken Drew to bother some of the other girls, so they can have some much appreciated time alone.

Paige has barely shut the door behind her when Azzi is crowding her up against it, throwing her arms around her shoulders as her crutches clatter to the floor. Paige catches her around the waist, dropping her shopping bag on the floor, and lets Azzi kiss the hell out of her.

“You really missed me, huh?” Paige rasps as Azzi moves her lips down the line of her jaw, her neck. Her hands reach down to palm Azzi’s ass, pulling her closer and squeezing.

She knows something is wrong when Azzi pulls back, releasing a choked gasp. Her head ducks down to stare at her knee, throbbing at the sudden movement. When she looks up at Paige again, her eyes are wet.

“I can’t even kiss you without hurting myself.” Azzi lets out a bitter laugh.

Paige remembers the back and forth of emotions that came with such a big injury. How one moment it could be like nothing had happened, but then something would remind you and the world would feel like it was crashing down on you.

She pulls Azzi into the room, helping her to take a seat at the end of one of the beds before going back to the door to pick up her bag.

Paige comes back to kneel in front of Azzi handing her the bag with an uncharacteristically shy look on her face. Azzi pulls out an only slightly crushed bouquet, two family sized bags of her favorite chips, and a stuffed plushie.

Azzi stares at the gifts for a second. She shouldn’t be surprised at Paige’s thoughtfulness, not when she’s been this way for as long as they’ve known each other.

But she loves how Paige can still surprise her after this many years. She just loves her.

So she places the gifts gently to the side, cups Paige’s face between her hands, kisses her softly, and tells her just that.

💗 I love you, Pookie. 💗 9:13

😡🙄 9:14

love you too 9:15

[gaiusgoose]

I don’t think we’re seeing Smirke’s 14.5

First, I would like to point out that a lot of the point of season 4&5’s “mechanics” was that the fears are not really 14, or 15 but fingers and toes and eyes and teeth of Fear, the singular entity.

For a time it is helpful, understanding how these things function, like Jon’s smiting or how The Web does The Web things, but that’s like understanding that the nose smells and the brain thinks. Really, it’s a singular thing that humans have tried to understand and simplify, abstract and restrict. It’s wholly possible that in tmagp

Now notice how the current few statements have manifested:

First episode we have some more, fairly usual statements:

- the resurrection one, which I think we can all agree would fall into Stranger + Terminus

- Canary, who is definitely, solidly, Beholding focused.

Yet notice that the resurrection one has a blending of fear subtypes, without any distinct dominant type emerging (imo). See how Canary is a subtlety different interpretation of Beholding then we got before, focusing on a fear of the possibility of being seen and ridiculed and all that, while more classic ones are actually about being watched, the action is done. Overall, these points are stretches, and could fit within tma easily, but I think these subtleties are indicative of what is to come

Because next episode, about the artist, is really confusing from a tma perspective. We start with The Eye, focusing on self image then being streamed to the world, yet moving onto a Flesh esque mania of self reformation, but if they’re becoming something of an avatar (generating that fear in others such as their roommate, not themselves, I have another post on this) then they’re probably closer to becoming a part of the stranger. Essentially, the paints are muddled and we can’t just look at it and say “blue”.

Then with about the same level of muddling is episode 3. He’s clearly spiraling the entire time, delusional and fearful. I won’t chalk up his fear of being caught to the eye, that’s probably not strong enough nor supernatural enough to count imo. But as the statement progresses, he becomes more and more corruption + flesh. Corruption and flesh are often packaged together, even Jane Prentiss was the Flesh Hive, it’s honestly quite hard to escape The Flesh, but again like the resurrection from episode 1 it’s muddled to the point where no fear is dominant.

Finally notice the state of Chester and Norris. While I’m hesitant to jump to any conclusions about them, because we know next to nothing, but I suspect they’re some of the first cases of the stated theme of the show “what makes someone a person.” They’re clearly sentient, but they’re also clearly not wholly human anymore. Are they still people? Dunno.

I suggest that in tmagp we might be seeing emergence of a different categorization. I suspect they’re going to focus much more on identity and the loss of it, like tree man and the artist losing themselves.

So uh yeah

[tiredtogepi]

A Lady & Her Hounds

Chapter 9 (+18)

The Hound x Fem!Reader (Jon Arryn's daughter; Sabrina)

This chapter contains: Fluff | Smut

Word Count: 1161

A couple weeks passed and The Hound was finally walking again. You started to keep more distance from him, physically and emotionally. He noticed that, but he tried to stay active to distract himself, by chopping off wood and doing some more physical labor. He always watched you playing with your dogs from afar. He didn’t feel like he was hateful or negative anymore. He now thought you two finally saw each other as equals, without titles, promised marriages or royal guards. 

One day when you went down near the stream with your pup pack, Sandor observed you. 

“There he is!” Ray came up to him. “You know when I found you I thought you were dead!” he chuckled.  “Suddenly you coughed and me and your girl were able to take you to the cart.” He sat next to Sandor.  “The gods definitely have a plan for you Clegane.”

“It’s not the gods, I’m just a big fucker and I’m tough to kill.” Sandor didn’t really believe much in gods either.

“Maybe not just the gods. If it wasn’t for your girl I’m sure you wouldn’t be here… She took care of you day and night. In the afternoon she would skip the meal to keep looking for healing herbs, flowers to use on you.”

“She’s not my girl.” He mumbled.

“Well, then you must be fucking blind.” Ray smiled and left.

Sandor definitely cared for you. He was protective over you. He thought you were beautiful and he did want to have you in his life. But he didn’t know exactly what to do. He’s not the romantic type. 

At night you came back to the tent quite late. You saw a shirtless Sandor having a hard time with his stitches.

“Do you need some help?” You asked walking to him

“Fucking stitches.” He complained.

“These ‘fucking stitches’ are what kept you alive.” You started removing the stitches from the cuts near his ribs. You brought your little stool to sit in between his legs and have your eyes on the level of his chest as he sat down.

“I heard you did a lot for me when I was unconscious.” He mumbled.

“You’re a big man, you had big open wounds. Most of it would be fixed more quickly with fire…” You finished on his rib stitches and stood up to check the older ones on his neck. You were now standing just a few inches taller than him sitting. “But I couldn’t use it on you… “ He looked up at you, surprised that you would respect his wishes like that. “So I had to find a lot of natural healers for you.” You started to touch his neck to remove his stitches. You felt how he was warm, your cold hands made him jump at the touch.

“There, no more stitches.” You finished and took one step back to leave.

“Wait.” He mumbled as he stood up from the bed. He put one arm on your back pulling you closer to him. You froze. He took his other hand to your face, guiding you to look up at him. He leaned down and kissed you softly, almost as if analyzing what your reaction would be. 

You pushed him away. He looked at you trying to hide his disappointment.

“Sit on the bed, you’re too tall.” You smiled as you pushed him onto the bed. He sat there and pulled you in. One of his hands went to your lower back and the other on the back of your neck, pulling lightly on your hairs. Your lips touched and finally both of you were on the same page. He had so much desire for you. You devoured each other and his hand quickly slid down to grab your ass. Your hands rested on his neck and on his thigh. You started rubbing your hand on his crotch and feeling his cock getting hard made you remember how he didn’t fuck you the first time you asked him to back in Kings Landing. 

“Wait.” You broke the kiss, but he kept kissing and licking your neck. You were already wet, now you were melting as a whole. “I want to wait for your leg to heal…” 

“Fuck healing.” He mumbled as his lips were on the way to your breasts.

“I’m serious. You’re not ready.” You pulled his face up to look at him. 

“You have no idea how fucking ready I am.” That statement made you blush. You touched the scars on his face and kissed him again.

“Soon.” You whispered into his lips and took a step back from him. 

He kept his eyes on you. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back closer to him.

“Take off your pants.” His face was serious.

“Sandor, your leg…” You tried.

“Take it off.” He demanded. 

You did as he said. Your shirt still covered most of your body. He sat on the bed and pulled you to sit on his chest while he laid down. Your cunt was dripping, even pulsating with expectation. He grabbed your ass and pulled your hips towards his face. You placed your needs between his head and suddenly fell his tongue on your cunt. 

You cried out in pleasure. You looked down to see his lips engulfing your lips and the warmth of his mouth and flick of his tongue made you lose strength in your legs. You ended up leaning back on his torso. He stretched his arm inside of your shirt to feel your breasts. The wet sounds his mouth made while eating you out were loud and sloppy. He touched your hard nipples only sending more shivers down your body. 

His other hand held tightly on your ass so you wouldn’t fall off his bed. You felt a sensation building and everything got more intense, your hips started moving and your moans got louder. You were riding his face, feeling his tongue and lips all over your cunt. 

Finally one last cry and you were taken by an intense, and light sensation. Your hips stopped and you laid down in the tiny space next to him. You were still finding it hard to breathe. You looked at him to find that he already had his eyes on you. He was admiring how your cheeks and lips were red. You just looked at each other for a while. You noticed how his beard was wet from your fluids. 

“Oh gods!” You quickly grabbed a cloth to clean his face. He smiled. You wanted to touch him. You tried to feel his cock, but he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it. There’s enough time.” He wanted to discover your body and he wanted you to discover his, but at the right time. You nodded and sat next to him. You didn’t really know what to say.

“You should sleep. For healing” You told him before you went to your bed.

[ask-a-w]

Summary of RE4R cast meet and greet on Twitch

Finally had time to watch the twitch stream of the RE4R cast meet and greet that aired last week. Here's a quick summary. General: RE4R was made 2 years ago. Everyone in the cast has become one big happy family.

Genevieve Buechner (Ashley): Been acting since a young age. Changed agencies 3 years ago and requested for video game gigs, happy to have landed the role of Ashley. Had to use a lot of her imagination on set after being on TV for years.

André Peña (Luis): Forged a RE4 replica knife and gifted it to Nick on the stream. (Beautiful knife btw!) Did go to acting school, Luis is his first professional paid acting & voiceover role. He knew he was auditioning for RE4R as they forgot to change one name in the script and he saw the name "Saddler". The OG RE4 was the first RE game he played.

Marcio Moreno (Salazar): Is tall IRL, was on his knees to portray a short Salazar while the other actors were usually on stairs. Lived in Spain for 5 years and almost forgot the actual Spanish accent so he asked his brother's gf who is Spanish to record some lines in a Spanish accent so he could remember the accent again. Usually plays villains or "stereotypical Mexicans" in acting roles and was quite happy to play a Castellan role.

Also played the El Gigante, Verdugo, Dr Salvadore, the ganados, and one of the Bella sisters. He had fun playing monsters.

Christopher Jane (Saddler): Happy to play the villain. Was initially convinced that he was only hired for just the table read and not the actual game. The director had to tell him repeatedly he is playing Saddler for the entire gig.

Jon Bryant (Mendez): Is a singer and his actual voice sounds totally different from Mendez. He does sing in Mendez's voice near the end of the stream which is hilarious. Singing a birthday song in Mendez voice was funny.

Michael Adamthwaite (Merchant): Has English heritage on his mother's side so he channeled some British twang for the role. His maternal grandfather also sells real estate IRL (if I’m not mistaken) so “selling stuff” is in his blood. 😝 Had his 10 year old son on the stream and it was his birthday, what an adorable kid.

Mike Kovac (Krauser): Does stunts professionally, used to be a wrestler. Already had experience handling knives and brought a training knife onto set on the first day. The director was happy and open to more realistic knive movements for the characters.

Based Krauser’s voice off the wrestler Jake “The Snake” Roberts and also Metallica singer James Hetfield.

Lily Gao (Ada): This is her first time doing motion capture, had a fun time despite having all the gear strapped to all parts of the body. Got stuck to Nick via velcro on the mocap suit a few times lol. Mostly acted with Nick and "a few other people". (Other than sharing scenes with Saddler, cultists, Wesker, and chopper pilot, does this mean DLC on the way??)

Actually got booked for Ada in the WTRC movie before RE4R. Did research on Ada's character despite not playing any video games growing up and admires Ada's strong character. Her agent got an email from the RE4R crew to ask her to audition for the video game role 'cos the RER4 crew saw her role in WTRC. The crew wanted to finally cast an Asian actress in the role. Lily did see what the previous VAs did and found all variations to be beautiful. Lily sent in her audition and got the part.

Raylene Harewood (Hunnigan): Did not meet the rest of the cast while working on this. Was not familiar with the RE franchise. Did one audition tape for Hunnigan by pretending to be on a computer and talking to Leon, and then she got cast.

It's her first time doing motion capture as well. Was mostly in a booth with the camera gear and reacting to Leon's lines that were already recorded.

Craig Burnatowski (Wesker): Nick & Lily were the only two people he has met so far, saw some of the others briefly. This is his second time working on a RE game, his first RE game gig was RE Outbreak. The mocap for Outbreak was vastly different back then.

Did not know what franchise he was booked for until he walked onto set and asked what game it was. 🤣

Steve Kniebihly (Cinematics Director): Have been cinematics director for 20 years, recently did the direction for RE3R, RE4R, RE8. Mostly focusing on directing cutscenes. Did a balance between grounded & realistic scenes and also catering to the fans. The bingo line was actually something else during filming but he decided to ask Nick to try out the old line instead and it was kept in the end.

Even if someone screws up their audition, as long as he can vibe with them, he will go with them instead of people who read their lines perfectly. He also doesn't like assholes and can read people. He wants someone who is nice and can take directions well… Capcom also has a say who is cast for the role as well, not just Steve.

Nick Apostolides (Leon): Nick has not met the VAs for Hunnigan & Mike in person. Cooked meals for everyone on set and everyone was raving about his cooking, especially his barbecues. Was asked to come back to play Leon.

[karuvapatta]

so hey, remember when I said I wasn't going to write any more Jonelias? but then things happened, we started chatting about a fantasy AU on the Jonelias discord server, and, uh. I wrote a short ficlet set in said AU...?

***

Jon knocked on the door, once, twice; his hands shook slightly, so the rhythm of it was unpleasantly erratic. Should he knock again? He didn’t want to appear rude or impatient, but he also didn’t want to risk being too quiet. If the man didn’t hear him, if he thought Jon was running late—

“Come in.”

He took in a steadying breath and pushed the door open. Immediately he stepped into a patch of sunlight, streaming directly from the huge, ornate window on the opposite wall. He blinked, narrowed his eyes; the desk was silhouetted against the bright sky, and it took him a moment to adjust.

“Mr Sims, I presume?”

“I—yes. Jonathan Sims. Er.” Jon cleared his throat. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me, Master Bouchard. It’s an. An honour.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” Master Bouchard said smoothly. “Please, take a seat.”

He gestured at a chair in front of his desk. Jon took a few careful steps in its direction, and then sat down on the edge of the seat, taking care not to slouch. The bag he forgot to take off his shoulder dangled awkwardly. He had to shuffle around to remove it, and first placed it on his lap, before setting it down on the floor next to the chair. His hands were sweaty; he wiped them off on his trousers before he could think better of it, and then attempted to smooth the resultant creases in the fabric. His left cuff rode up an inch, so he tugged it down, and made sure it laid snug and secure around his wrist. Only then did he manage to look up.

Master Bouchard was watching him, the corner of his mouth twitching momentarily before settling into a polite smile. His steel-grey eyes flickered down to Jon’s hands, no doubt noting all the nervous gestures. His gaze felt—weighty. Not unsympathetic, just—

Jon swallowed.

“Shall we begin, then?” Bouchard asked. “Your resume is quite impressive for one so young, Mr Sims. Five publications across two journals…”

“Three,” Jon said. “I mean—I wrote three articles. For the other two, I was a co-author… mostly editorial input…” Again, he tried to clear his throat. He shouldn’t have interrupted a Master; he should have kept his mouth shut. Damn.

But Bouchard didn’t seem frazzled by the blatant disrespect. He opened a file on his desk – Jon’s file. Jon’s resume, his letter of recommendation, a printout of the articles, his diploma… Bouchard skimmed the contents. Had he read them before? He must have had. Or maybe he didn’t have time in his busy schedule to review every single applicant. But, then again – why invite Jon for a meeting?

“Why do you want to study Divination, Mr Sims?” Bouchard asked.

This question, Jon knew to expect. He managed to recite his well-rehearsed answer with no incriminating pauses or unnecessary repetitions. Finally.

“What about practical spellwork?” Bouchard asked.

Jon paused for a second. “I don’t—I’m not really well-versed in that area. I prefer theory to practice.”

“Did you take any of the relevant courses?”

Damn. Damn.

“I, uh,” Jon stammered. “I took one semester of the introductory module. It was—well—it wasn’t a subject I wanted to pursue.”

Let that be it, Jon thought. Obviously it came up; it had to come up. Very few people enrolled at the Institute to study theory.

“Can you show me what you have learned?”

“I didn’t learn anything,” Jon said sharply. He flinched, then, at the tone of his voice, and at the implications – that he was too lazy or too stupid to learn. It made him look exceedingly unprofessional. “I meant—I don’t see how this is relevant to the position I’m applying for,” he amended. Then, hastily: “Master.”

“A peculiar question,” Bouchard said. “You yourself wrote several paragraphs on the potential interference of errant magic on pre-existing enchantments.”

“I do not use magic,” Jon said. “I won’t be causing any interferences.”

“Even so. Accidents happen.”

“They won’t.” Jon grabbed his sleeve and shoved it upwards, exposing his wrist, and the thin, silver bracelet encircling it, with its webbing of faintly pulsating strands. “Whatever magic I might accidentally use will be fully suppressed. It’s not going to be a problem.”

Bouchard was watching him attentively, gaze flickering between the bracelet and Jon’s face. He didn’t seem surprised; was it written down somewhere in Jon’s file, then? Or did he have some other means of detecting such objects? Some mages were reportedly able to sense the subtle alterations in a person’s aura, the miniscule difference between absent and suppressed magic, even without the relevant spells or implements. But Jon could hardly believe those reports. They seemed rather far-fetched.

“May I?” Bouchard asked. His meaning became clear when he leaned forward and extended his hand, palm up, inviting. Jon examined it, warily. Was he expected to remove the bracelet? Bouchard wasn’t expecting him to do something that foolish, did he?

It seemed rude to keep him waiting, though. And Jon was on thin enough ground as it was. So, slowly, he placed his hand on the desk, within range of Bouchard’s touch.

He couldn’t help flinching in his seat when the man’s long, slender fingers brushed his bare skin. Bouchard’s hand was warm, textured with callouses, scars and imperfections; its movements were clever and purposeful, as he examined the bracelet. He wasn’t using magic, as far as Jon could tell. Or maybe he was, and it was too subtle for Jon to notice.

“Remarkable,” Bouchard said under his breath.

Jon slipped his hand from the man’s hold and drew back, tugging the sleeve down, nearly to the level of his knuckles, to make sure the thing was completely covered. He didn’t want to meet Bouchard’s gaze. Mostly, he just wanted to go home.

[ultfreakme]

I’ve honestly just learned to ignore and block all of Jay’s haters atp because all they’re doing is just trying to get a reaction out of people, mostly DC editorial. They literally message, tag, make essays and do all kinds of shit nonstop just so they can “persuade” the writers at DC to give them what they want, it’s like watching toddlers pulling a tantrum tbh.

If DC editorial cared even a little bit about what these people want or think they would’ve done something about it by now imho. But they probably see how disgusting, evil, and malicious the hate is that they refuse to give them what they want especially for a character who isn’t even a bad person. No one’s hurting them or stopping them from liking the things they like either so their hate really is unfounded.

It’s pretty sad especially for LGBT+ Asians to see so many people have such a vicious and scathing reaction to him simply existing but when people are that mindlessly hateful there’s really not much else you can do but ignore them, and I firmly believe is what DC editorial has chosen to do. I’m just glad Jay is still even present and being mentioned by name in the stories and I really hope they keep him.

Also people don’t realize Jon’s content is very scarce since he’s usually overshadowed by Clark just like how Bruce’s content overshadows his kids, so I hope DC will try to pump out a little more content for him.

I;m usually pretty good about blocking people, like my block list is super duper long and like in my head, I know half of this is just to get a rise out of Jay fans, but sometimes monkey-brain react. But yeah I totally get you.

DC is terrible at handling POC characters and if they didn't want Jay around, he'd be gone. But he's only becoming more prominent as the years pass and he's even part of an event now (a thing I thought won't happen for another 10 years). Like you have no idea, how much I was shaking, when I saw Jon asking for Jay right after coughing up blood and being brainwashed, and also saying "The Truth" is what's important to BQ. It feels especially significant to Jay because we got spoilers from the Nicole & Sina stream that Jay is very present in Absolute Power: Super Son, when Jon was fighting against the mind control. At least with Jon, it's a bit of a reference to Jay too, thematically.

On an objective level, I know Jay is here to stay. A lot of characters who were introduced around the same time as him, or even later than him have just kinda disappeared. But I am glad DC themselves have clearly chosen to ignore the haters regardless of the spam and the hate.

I think these days, there's people turning against the de-age Jon stans(especially on twitter and a lot on tiktok) primarily because they are.......the way they are......General comic fans who aren't particularly into Superfam are recognizing it. I think this is the best the atmosphere has ever been in terms of support and love for Jay and Jon.

And you're so right on Jon's content being scarcer. Other than Batman and Superman, no other character gets consistent books or a guaranteed, continuous run. The others who do have been around for decades, like Poison Ivy, Harley, Nightwing, etc. Even Wonder Woman doesn't have her Sensation Comics. In terms of a bigger picture, for how recent Jon is, he's doing pretty fantastic. He's always in events, he's got two independent runs, he's getting a new solo issue with AP: Super Son. I think we've been getting at least one solo Jon project a year since SOKE.

Relatively speaking, he's fine. And I think people also tend to assume he's being too overshadowed by Clark because the de-agers just dismiss any run where Jon shows up these days, unless it fits their perception of what he is now.

Like I had this argument with someone twitter, where they said you can't count Beast World, Lazarus Planet, Nightwing, Action Comics, and DC Pride appearances as Jon content because they aren't solo books. Which is frankly absurd. This also involves a lot of Jay mentions and appearances.

Jay, Nika and Nia are the only characters who were introduced around that 2021-2022 time that are still relevant, and they continue to grow. I think outside of Tom King, everyone else have also started to realize the Damian-Jon friendship just can't be taken back to the way it was so they're each getting stories very separate from one another. Even Jon's stories and themes are getting more divorced from Clark.

Thanks for the message!! Sorry about vent posting like that. I hope we get to see and enjoy more of Jay in the future! I think we might be getting a new run with Jon, or more of just Jon, Jay and Nia based on Nicole's projects and hwo she talks about their future (she called Jay 'Gossamer' so I'm hoping we get to see him function more a superhero in the future!)

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 10

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :) TW for references to past abuse.

On AO3

(behold the chapter that took me most of august, and billion x billion thanks to @wheneverfeasible for listening to my endless wailings about it--eeeeep! You are the bestest!!!!)

…

Chapter 10: my bad

When Eddie opened the doors, a young woman around his age barged in. She wore a white apron with some dubious stains and brandished that rolling pin.

“Where is he? Oh my God.” 

She dropped the rolling pin on the couch, along with Steve’s pack, which she'd had slung over her shoulder. She shook him gently. 

“Steve! Steve?” Then, to Eddie, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?”

“I’ve no idea how he got that way. I swear.” Eddie paced around manically, wringing his hands. “He crashed in, totally wrecked, and handcuffed himself to the pillar.”

Nah. I wouldn’t believe me either.

Aaaand, I deserve to lose a couple of fangs to that rolling pin?

“Where’s the key, fuckwit?” she snarled.

 “I… uh… not a clue.”

He grabbed up Steve’s pack, tipped it out and began rifling through the contents. It struck Eddie that this was probably all Steve’s belongings. His watch. A clean shirt and underwear, his skin-tight ripped jeans. Two inhalers and some blister-pack tablets.  A crumpled envelope with a couple of dog-eared photographs slipping out.

Steve was in the top one, aged maybe fifteen or sixteen, smirking beneath a pair of shades. He’d gotten his arm around a blonde woman holding a cocktail. She had to be his mom. His beaming father barbecued hotdogs by a pool, which was holiday-brochure levels of azure blue.

Eddie ripped his attention away. “I can’t see any keys.”

“Yeah. They’re in his pocket.” The newcomer fiddled to undo the handcuffs. “Didn’t you think to look? Jesus, you two dinguses were born for each other. I’m Robin, by the way.” Steve remained hugged around the pillar. “Some help here, shit-for-brains?” 

Together, Robin and Eddie got one each of his arms over their shoulders and hauled him to his feet. They dragged him between them toward the bed. 

He wasn’t exactly unconscious. He definitely wasn’t in the room either. His head drooped forward, and his flickering lashes cast shadows down his streaming makeup. Eddie’s heart panged, while his stomach twisted in knots.

Eddie was crazy about Steve. 

Seriously, crazy.

And he still knew literally nothing about him. 

Possibly my bad.

They guided Steve onto the bed. Robin propped extra pillows under him, then fetched a bottle of Evian from the minibar. Eddie hovered at her shoulder, chewed his fingernails, and wondered if he should call a doctor something.

“Steve?” She jostled him again. “Steve! Please say something. Please? You’re freaking me out now.”

His half-lidded eyes widened. “Robin? Eddie? Wha–”

“Steve! You scared the shit outta me!”

Steve looked… lost and totally bewildered. He took a sip of the water she menaced him with, vaguely dabbing the trickle on his chin.

“What happened?” asked Robin. “You know—ditching breakfast? Your little cognac party for one? Whatever unspeakable yuck I interrupted with Jon Bon Jovi here?”

Cognac party? That explained the booze on Steve’s breath. Eddie let the Bon Jovi comparison slip. Hadn’t she noticed Jon cut his hair for the ‘Keep the Faith’ album? 

Only true metalheads left at the big hair party, ma’am.

Robin came at Steve with a napkin to mop his face. 

“If you don’t quit fussing,” he hissed, “I’m gonna slap you silly.”

“Okay. Being a bitch. Back on form. When did you last eat properly?”

He threw his arm across his face. “Jesus, Robin, I don’t know."

“I might’ve got some pringles around here somewhere.” Eddie, desperate to be useful, scanned his half-packed mess. “Definitely a jelly donut.”

“Oh, real nutritious.” Robin jumped up and stomped toward the door, muttering to Eddie, “We need to talk.”

In the main lounge area, Eddie took one look at the fake marble pillar, shuddered, and snapped from his daze: “Look, I get it. You care about Steve. You and me both, sister. I would never—”

“You are NOT forgiven, numb-nuts.” She stabbed a finger at him. “I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt ONLY because he didn’t flip out when he saw you, so listen up. He’s sick. He’s not eaten today. I’m gonna get him a bowl of oatmeal and banana. Can I trust you with him, or will I come back to find him tangling himself in a sex swing?”

Ouch.

Once she’d gone, Eddie hurried back to the bed. Steve emerged from beneath his arm. His face was waxy, his vest and hair sweat-soaked and sticking to him.

He still looked lost. Haunted, even. And Eddie felt nearly as lost, stopping in his tracks a foot from the bed.

“Thank Christ she’s gone,” said Steve, then, “Eddie, you didn’t stare this much when I’d gotten your jizz all over my face.”

Those knots in Eddie’s guts wound tighter. “I’m really fucking sorry about last night. I’m sorry about smoking and never reading the runes, and…  about  a ton of shit, honestly.”

“Don’t be,” sighed Steve. “I’m sorrier. And about today. Christ, I’ve made a total fool of myself.”

Eddie shook his head, dared shuffle a little closer. “You’re fine, honey.”

“Yeah, we both know that’s a pile of steaming horseshit. I… I…” 

Steve’s face crumpled beneath his hand. Eddie’s right mind finally screamed, What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve literally shared this bed with him for weeks.

He bounced onto the huge mattress, muttered, “C’mere, you.” He felt stupidly grateful when Steve rolled into his opening arms. Eddie hugged him close, planted soft kisses on his hair. “I gotcha. It’s okay.” 

“I d-don’t remember.” Steve curled into Eddie’s side and his knee crept up into Eddie’s lap. “Oh God, Oh God. I’m losing my mind. I can’t even figure how I got here.”

Eddie found himself grinding his teeth. He didn’t know exactly how Steve got from that preppy, peppy kid in the poolside photograph to today—blundering into this penthouse then chaining himself to that pillar, locked in some twisted memory. 

No. Eddie didn’t know exactly. But he was starting to get the picture.

If I ever find the sick son-of-a-bitch who did THAT to you…

Right now, though, it was all Eddie could do to silence his own demons and simply hold Steve. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Stevie.” He planted a kiss on Steve’s temple. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

…

Steve was desperately trying to piece together what the hell just happened. 

Being here, with Eddie holding him like this, helped. Eddie’s heartbeat thrumming through him, and knowing he’d apologized to Eddie, helped too. He still felt beyond wretched. It proved an effort to slide his hand to Eddie’s shoulder, grip that baggy t-shirt, and cling.

After his encounter with Kline, he’d gone to empty ashtrays. Usual routine. Then he’d needed some water, because he’d inhaled a ton of ash, so he’d used the tap at one of the hotel bars.

Oh yeah, the brandy.

The cognac.

The dead posh sort that his dad used to drink. Steve had slugged it back, puked again, and then his memories got even hazier. He was pretty sure, however, that he’d done stuff that meant he was totally out of a job, and… No, no, no, no, no.

He’d pushed those sessions with Godchester into the darkest corners of his mind. As he’d stumbled around the hotel today, they’d kept flashing back. The feelings of helplessness, breathlessness, the swish of the cane, begging for more so it might be over sooner, and then… and then…

“Sssssh, it’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.” 

Eddie rocked him back and forth. Steve breathed deeply of Eddie, who, to be fair, didn’t reek of tobacco as bad as usual. He focussed on the pressure of Eddie’s lean body against his, on Eddie’s arms around him. That dark veil slammed down once more.

“I don’t remember,” he repeated, in a voice so small that he was surprised Eddie heard, let alone replied.

“You know what, Stevie?” Eddie exhaled, long and unsteadily, and somehow, reassuringly. “I have nooooo memory of the day I checked into his hotel. That shit went down with my flop record. I woke up here next morning, totally stuck.”

Steve chuckled, though it wasn’t even ballpark funny. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. I mean, I smoked a ton of weed. Not saying it’s identical to what’s happened to you, but… I dunno. I figured knowing that might help?”

Steve peeped up, his chin digging into Eddie’s breast. Eddie still looked sheepish as fuck. He smoothed Steve’s hair. Steve dipped his gaze again.

“Okay. This morning, I saw somebody from my past. From the worst time in my life, soon after my parents died. It made me remember stuff I usually forget, and I guess I got lost in that, and… and…”

Nope. No way could he say any of that out loud. It was all too near and too raw, and yet…

He twisted his fingers in the fabric of Eddie’s shirt. Maybe, just maybe, he could keep clinging like this long enough to tough this out, laugh it off. Or maybe he could do something far more radical. Maybe he could suck up being such a loser and ask Eddie for help.

“I’m so sorry,” Eddie was saying. “I’m so very fucking sorry.”

Steve squeezed his eyes tight, squeezed Eddie even tighter, and… Jesus, he was beyond done with today. Snuggling like this was weird and new, also totally natural and totally right. God, he loved being with Eddie… like this… Even his juddering pulse had settled, fallen into pace with Eddie’s beat. With his head tucked between Eddie’s chin and shoulder, Steve began to slip.

“Uh, Stevie?” Eddie brushed his knuckles down Steve’s cheek, wrenching him awake again. “Hate to do this to ya. I, um, have to clear out of here in, uuuuh… about twenty-two minutes.”

Steve gawked up at him. The words sunk in. Then their meaning. He lifted his head and scanned the slightly spinning room. It was half packed, in a very chaotically Eddie fashion, crap strewn everywhere.

Oh yeah. He knew about this. Another horror he’d pushed away. He rolled off Eddie onto his elbows, groaning towards the chandelier. “Seriously?”

“Steve, listen. Right now, I only care about you and—"

“Be honest with me. Were you really gonna slope off without a word?”

“No way!” Eddie hoisted himself from the pillows and raised his palms in surrender. “I’m going because I have no choice. I’m broke, okay? I’ve spent every dime I ever earned and then some. I gotta suck up my terror of the big, bad world and skedaddle pronto. Or another night in this place is gonna cost a winter’s worth of donkey feed.”

“Donkeys?” Steve blinked at him.

Eddie swept hair from his guilt-stricken eyes. “Long story.” 

He’s broke.

You’ve probably been fired. He was your last hope of keeping you in meds, keeping a roof over your head. 

You’re dumbass levels of crazy about him.

AND HE’S BROKE. AND HE’S LEAVING.

Steve threw himself at Eddie and buried his face in Eddie’s neck.

“Oh shit,” squeaked Eddie. “Please, I wanna keep seeing you! We’ll figure things out. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying, dipshit,” Steve got the words out between hiccuping giggles. “I’m laughing so damn hard. At you. At us. Jesus!” 

And he was. Sobbing his mirth into Eddie’s neck, till Eddie enfolded him once more and also totally cracked up.

“Okay, you win again, champ.” Eddie flopped his face to Steve’s shoulder, mirroring how Steve smothered himself in Eddie’s. “It’s insane and it’s tragic and it’s g-goddamn hilarious. We’re gonna get through, right?”

Part 11 on AO3 Part 11 on tumblr

Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs and comments much appreciated and will feed the bunnies🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :)

On AO3 All my ST stuff on AO3

[autisticempathydaemon]

Busybee Ships #6

Rarepairs are fun, I’m bored and/or procrastinating other projects, and the world could always use a little more chaos let’s gooo

Pairing(s): Baby (Ivan's Original Partner)/Hudson

tw for mild language

Also available on AO3!

DJAnxietyyy : chill_out_mix_#22.mp3

put this together this morning check it ooout

MissoulaBaby : I’ll check it out after work can’t wait man

Why are you like this

DJAnxietyyy : im a genius

MissoulaBaby : You’re a bad friend 

One that made me listen to a mash-up of WAP and the Pokémon theme song

DJAnxietyyy : im the funny friend and youre mad about it

MissoulaBaby : I’m not laughing 

DJAnxietyyy : youre laughing behind that computer screen i know you are 

MissoulaBaby : You know nothing, Jon Snow

DJAnxietyyy ; your got references arent gonna win you funniest friend try again 

how are you dude

MissoulaBaby : Alright

How about you 

DJAnxietyyy : sinnin and livin buddy

i went toe to toe with my therapist and came out a winner

and by winner i mean i got my ass kicked

MissoulaBaby : Relatable

Except the, you know, coping with terrible mashups part

DJAnxietyyy : thats because i cope with amazing mashups 

im the voice of a generation

MissoulaBaby : Then we as a generation are doomed

DJAnxietyyy : doomed and spoken for 

call me the lorax

MissoulaBaby : I don’t understand that reference

DJAnxietyyy : BABY

how have you not seen the genre defining CLASSIC the LORAX featuring DANNY DEVITO?

do you not have movies in missoula

smh

call and stream?

MissoulaBaby : Only if you take my hometown’s mouth out your whore mouth 

DJAnxietyyy : damn OW

MissoulaBaby : Don’t knock it till you’ve been here 

DJAnxietyyy : why the fuck would I ever want to go to montana 

the only thing worth seeing there is you and you could just come see me in Dahlia :)

MissoulaBaby : Flirt.

Fine- let me go get a snack, and we can watch your stupid movie

DJAnxietyyy : youre gonna be singing by the end of it mark my words

MissoulaBaby : Oh god, of course this is one of your musicals 

Brb, I’ve gotta grab a snack and a drink

DJAnxietyyy : can you get me one too <3

MissoulaBaby : You come to visit, you can have as much as you want

[study-with-aura]

Saturday, March 30, 2024

It felt weird doing school work on a Saturday, but I have done it before. I featured more of the yummy candy I received in the photo. I have eaten a little of it already, but I think it's going to last me several weeks, if not a couple of months. I do not eat candy much at all, which is strange because I love things that are sweet! Still, it's nice to have a treat at the end of the study day. I don't agree with giving food as a reward, but it feels that way, even though I would still eat it whether I finished all of my studying or not.

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Reviewed simple probability, basic probability terms, and sample spaces and tree diagrams + reviewed the counting principle + practice

Lit and Comp II - Read chapter 47 of Emma by Jane Austen

Spanish 2 - Listened to Spanish speakers + answered questions in Spanish

Bible I - Read 1 Samuel 1

World History - Watched second half of The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich + added to my timeline

Biology with Lab - Completed dichotomous key assignment

PE/Health I - Read a health article about lead and the body

Foundations - Read the definition of sincerity + completed the next quiz on Read Theory + looked at more advertisements

Piano - Practiced for four hours in one hour split sessions

Khan Academy - Completed High School Biology Unit 7: Lesson 3 (parts 6-7)

CLEP - Completed Module 11 reading "Europe: 1918-1945" 13.10-13.10.2 + Watched Module 11.4 lecture video

Streaming - Watched Hitler’s Circle of Evil episodes 3 and 4

Duolingo - Studied for 15 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

Reading - Read pages 109-157 of Beneath the Wide Silk Sky by Emily Inouye Huey

Chores - Deep cleaned refrigerator, stove and kitchen counters + put away groceries

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (1 Corinthians 12 + Week 6 reflections)

1 hour gaming

2 hours yoga/stretch (split into one hour sessions)

Journal/Mindfulness

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What I’m Grateful for Today:

I am grateful for smoothie bowls!

Quote of the Day:

Miracles happen everyday, change your perception of what a miracle is and you'll see them all around you.

-Jon Bon Jovi

🎧SUPERWOMAN - UNIS

[panelshowsource]

yes! here it is :)

does anyone know if this is their real home? i'm sure it's a set but i love imagining this is their home lmaooo

sure here ya go :)

yes, here is the complete series!

sorry that s02 isn't in hd :( if anyone has that and wants to send it my way bless you...

i fuuucking love meet the richardsons muahaha apparently a lot of brits are sick of jon's and lucy's faces because they're on repeat so much on dave, but since i don't have that problem i have ZERO!!! richardsons fatigue and ofc can't wait to see lucy on taskmaster!!!

it's been unhinged as always but i gotta say david and georgia tennant took me OUT, russell kane shitting on lucy every time cuts to him is one of my fave running gags, and is it just me or is richard herring, like, a good actor?

YESSS here are s29 & s30 of the new buzzcocks with greg davies!!!!!!!

here's hoping they announce s31 in august since it usually premieres in september! i am actually obsessed with the reboot it is actually INSANE

ps. "Speaking about the last recommission, Greg Davies said: 'I’m delighted that Buzzcocks is coming back. I can’t wait to give more musicians the chance to increase their cool by hanging out with fat uncle Greg and his three odd children.'" 💀

i wasn't planning on it just because it's so easy to find on youtube, but would it be helpful if i made a chronological youtube playlist of the episodes? is there one missing that you need? i was planning to do this with catsdown as well...

i also wasn't necessarily planning on re-uploading taskmaster to drive, though i might throw up the 1080p files i have in case they're better quality than what's on youtube. still, with youtube so readily available, most people will stream or cast that, right? i can definitely get the extras & outtakes organised though :)

—

ps. if anything can't be streamed because it's processing, just download to watch :)

[esther-dot]

I've been watching Alt Schwift X (Alt Shift X's evil twin) streams and he and Glidus did a ASOIAF theory ranking and I had to sit through like thirty minutes of umming and ahhing about Jon marrying Val, all of Jon's dreams of Winterfell, Jon getting what he wants in the worst way that he doesn't want anymore now he's a zombie etc. etc. and I was like

guys

guys come on

If you want to give him a cursed romance which makes him question his lingering humanity and can totally end up tragic/a 'you get what you wish for' scenario, his half-sister/cousin is right there

I don’t dislike Val, but she definitely captured the imagination of part of the fandom in a way she didn’t for me. She’s beautiful and brave, but her mindset is quite different from Jon’s, and on some very important issues like kid killing. 😐 Also, Jon’s already had a romance with someone from the FF, and now that they’ve formed a tentative peace, another relationship with a FF woman is far less conflicted ie interesting? I’m not sure what would make this dynamic worth exploring via a romantic relationship?

Jonsa is way more of a mind fuck while simultaneously offering Jon a far more compatible (re: personal values), compassionate (Sansa is the standout character that way) partner. It’s wild their dynamic can be healthier for the individuals personally while also offering lots of conflict because initially, it will seem very wrong. It’s a really shocking, and yet, rewarding, healing even, potential relationship. It messes with the characters, pushes them into unexplored territory. Rather than their previous relationships which were coerced, this time it isn’t external pressures forcing their hand, but their own horror over incest they wrestle with.

[aaknopf]

A multi-generational saga courses across the pages of Ædnan, by Sámi-Swedish author Linnea Axelsson, translated from the Swedish by Saskia Vogel. The verse epic follows an Indigenous Sámi family who have herded reindeer for generations, as the forces of colonialism and modern development of their ancestral lands threaten their culture and livelihood. The story is told by a small chorus of characters from the 1910s through the current day, and we become especially close to Lise, who left her Sámi family, following her brother Jon-Henrik, to be educated at a residential school for “Nomad” children. This excerpt from Chapter XII takes place in the early 1970s, along the Great Lule River Valley, where the state-owned Vattenfall company was developing hydroelectric resources, and Lise is graduating into a world unimaginable to her parents.

. .

The river climbed silently up the hills

as soon as Vattenfall whistled it came creeping:

–

Streamed backwards up its deep channel and drowned the earth

When the great Suorva Dam for the third time was to be regulated

–

Entreaty

shone from Mama’s eyes

–

She explained clearly to the Swedes 

that the fishing will suffer if the water rises

–

There was probably no one who understood what she was saying

– –

After the social studies lesson I went with the others to sit on the gymnasium floor

–

Almost all of Malmberget’s students had been dismissed from class

– To participate in the miners’ strike meeting

 –

Someone had heard that Olof Palme was coming

that he would travel all the way up here 

–

To the mining company’s and Vattenfall’s world the one that he himself had helped build

–

It is what he is guarding

It is all that he can see

–

The mine boss’s voice

flowed wildly above the crowded hall which was hot with bodies

–

His voice was so robust his conviction so intense

–

I glanced at Anne who was sitting beside me leaning against the wall bars

and she smiled back at me

–

Soon we would be leaving school too 

–

And could start working join the union

–

You took the job you wanted that’s all there was to it 

– 

Switchboard cleaner or cook

with the old folks at the Pioneer or the children in day care

– –

I spend the weekend up at Mama and Papa’s 

–

I stand with Jon-Henrik

 –

Watching the river flow murky across the slope

–

That brushy slope

where he and I used to go it’s underwater now

 –

How are our tracks ever to be heard Among the Swedes’ roads and power stations

–

It’s Jon-Henrik who says this he had also been drawn down to the dam

–

To work for Vattenfall as soon as school was done

 –

I’m surprised when he says

That he’d preferred to have taken up with the reindeer

–

Been elected into the Sámi community

And learned to guide that wandering gray soft ocean across the world of the fells

–

Just as the lot of us were once taught at the Nomad School that this is what the Sámi do

that this is how we all live

–

He laughs and says:

–

Who knows what the spring flood will bring with it

this drowned  earth may yet be fertile

More on this book and author:

Learn more about Ædnan by Linnea Axelsson.

Check out The Rumpus for a conversation between Linnea Axelsson and Susan Devan Harness about Axelsson's Sámi heritage and the decision to write Ædnan in verse. 

Click here to read Linnea Axelsson's op-ed piece for LitHub on Scandinavia’s hidden history of Indigenous oppression.

Visit our Tumblr to peruse poems, audio recordings, and broadsides in the Knopf poem-a-day series.

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[sweetjulieapples]

"Dear Commander" - Chapter Eight: Bold In Deed.

Cullen x Trevelyan

AO3 MASTERLIST

The potential of a mage alliance has everyone on edge.

full chapter below

TW: alludes to physical abuse.

Commander, We have arrived at Redcliffe Village and have met with Grand Enchanter Fiona . There is much to discuss on this matter. I’ll explain further in my report. We require more soldiers to maintain The Inquisition’s presence in the area . I fear that  

Streams of black soaked the parchment as it slowly flowed from the topped ink pot. Juliette hadn’t noticed her clumsy mistake, nor the stains on her hand that rested on the table.

“Uh, you might want to pick that up,” Varric suggested, watching Juliette closely with concern. The absent expression that she held was unfaltering while people spoke to her. Her gaze held steady across the tavern, fixated on a woman leaning against the wall.

The low chatter of patrons and the soft lull of music swirled around while her mind remained miles away. Her eyes saw in present time the ornate embroidery of the robes, her memory wallowed in their touch. Their heaviness while she ran through the halls, the laughter and girlish innocence in mild disobedience. It was as though she was back in her dormitory, the sound of the boar-bristled brush against her scalp, loud in her ears. The dim light of candles and the scent of rosewater, the memory so fresh it was almost real.

“Please can you talk to Jonathan?” pleading whispers echoed in Juliette’s ears.

“Not this again.” Juliette’s own voice so familiar that she almost felt it on her tongue.

“They share quarters! Perhaps Jon could slip a note to him or —”

“The templar with the black hair and blue eyes?”

“Yes!” Her guilty smile and rosy cheeks left Juliette without choice.

Reluctantly she agreed, “Are you crazy? If the senior enchanter finds out about this…”

Juliette stood slowly and looked down at the mess that she had absent-mindedly caused. She put the ink pot back in its upright position and used her coat to wipe her hand. Without a word to the others, she slowly began to walk across the room, as though mesmerized. Patrons danced and drank so nonchalantly that one could be forgiven for forgetting that this was a place of refuge. An intoxicated stumble triggered a painful memory when a man bumped into The Herald on her way past.

Piercing screams and cries rang out within the tower walls. The sickening slap as the girl was flogged for her disobedience, stirred panic within a young Juliette.

“Stop them!” she squealed. An Enchanter tugged at Juliette’s arm, ushering her away from the violent scene. “Why are they standing there? Do something!”

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be young lady! Do not think that I’m unaware of your involvement in this.”

“No! Why aren’t the Templars stopping him? They are supposed to—”

“They are supposed to ensure order. They are not to be bothered with foolish letters and childish games.”

The screaming was almost unbearable, until suddenly, the noise was no more. Silence.

Words that still haunt Juliette spoke of her friend’s fate. “When she wakes, see that she is made Tranquil and end this madness.”

The Enchanter hurried her footsteps, dragging Juliette along “Hush, if they know you’re here —.”

“Enchanter?” His voice was chilling and dark. They had been caught.

“Yes Knight Commander?”, the Enchanter answered.

“Take that girl back to the apprentice quarters at once!” With a nod, the Enchanter obliged. “…And for the love of Andraste, keep your Trevelyan away from mine.”

With a deep breath and a shiver, Juliette shook free from the memory and continued towards the woman who had piqued her interest. Her eyes were set on The Herald, like a hawk watching her every move.

“You’ve been staring at me. Why?” Juliette asked with folded arms.

“Of course you don’t remember me. I’m Linnea?” she rolled her eyes. “I’m staring because you are The Herald of Andraste,” Linnea replied sarcastically. “Shouldn’t you be used to it by now?”

Cassandra stood from her seat, flinging her chair back roughly. The squeak of the chair’s legs caught Varric’s attention, his eyes were no longer fixated on his drink. She watched closely, observing The Herald. Trying to focus on her conversation was challenging with the thrum of the tavern. Between the patrons that continuously stumbled in her line of vision, Cassandra could see Juliette using large gestures with her hands while she spoke. Her fists clenched and her head shook. The Herald’s hostility was evident and Cassandra was ready to pounce.

“Something’s not right,” she muttered before stomping off.

“A little early for a bar fight, isn’t it?” Varric remained seated. He figured Cassandra had this one handled.

The mage that appeared to be arguing with Juliette glared with distain. “Marked by Andraste, ordering Templars about. Must be nice.”

“That’s not what —”

“We’re with Tevinter now!,” Linnea yelled. “Where people respect every��mage.”

The argument was beginning to draw attention. All eyes were on The Inquisition from the start as they quietly retreated to a corner of the tavern. Now the people were listening.

“Surely you don’t believe that, Linnea! The Inquisition —”

“The Chantry says what they think will scare us, and your Inquisition is no better.”

“Will you stop interrupting me and let me speak?” Juliette spoke behind grit teeth in a hushed voice.

“You haven’t changed,” Linnea scoffed. “You always got away with things because of your name, now you’re throwing around Andraste’s.”

“I’m on your side! I want to make sure that we’re never locked away in circle towers again!” Juliette shouted. She took a deep breath, ready to add to her statement. The words died on her tongue when Cassandra snatched her hand, pulling her backwards.

“Are you mad? “ Cassandra growled. “You might as well have just signed our alliance by yelling that out loud.”

“No, I had it handled,” Juliette whispered, trying to pull her hand free. “She thinks that Alexius will save them. She’s from my circle, perhaps I could try to convince her…”

“I think you’ve done enough, Herald.”

Varric jumped up from his seat when he noticed Cassandra dragging Juliette towards the door. She glanced at him on the way past and snarled, ”We’re leaving! Now!”

Cullen slammed his eyes shut tight. The sun was reflecting from the snow and the light felt like it was getting more intense by the moment. His head ached as though he wore a helmet, getting tighter and tighter until it crushed his skull. He inhaled a shaky breath and pinched the back of his neck. His muscles were tight where he held tension. He wanted to lay face down in the snow.

“Commander, let me help,” a worker rushed to his side, grabbing hold of the cart that was loaded with building materials. Cullen had dragged it most of the way to its destination, only stopping momentarily.

“I’ll be fine,” he muttered, frustrated at showing signs of weakness. His strength wasn’t an issue, rather his ability to keep his eyes open long enough to see where his hands were. “Thank you,” Cullen added. He let the man help, realising that he may have sounded more annoyed than intended. Together they pulled at the cart’s edges, gaining traction.

“Many hands make light work. My mother always said,” the man spoke proudly.

“Horses would make for much lighter work,” Cullen replied. “These carts weren’t designed to pulled by people.”

“I can’t argue with that.” the worker laughed.

When the men arrived at the construction site, a messenger called Cullen aside. “Commander, a message from Sister Leliana.” He accepted the note and nodded to the messenger.

Cullen, Leave the trebuchet construction to the workers and come to the chantry at once. -L

“She couldn’t have told me herself?” he asked out loud and sighed.

When Cullen entered the war room, Leliana and Josephine were both deeply immersed in reading reports. “What is it?’ he asked impatiently.

“The Herald has sent news…It’s concerning to say the least.” Leliana handed the paper to Cullen as he took his usual place by the table, standing over Ferelden.

While Cullen skimmed over the report, Josephine remarked of the speed in which they had travelled. “It’s because she took all of the bloody horses!” he complained. “Our men are out there carrying building materials by hand, all the way to the Hinterlands!”

“Each horse had a satchel I believe,” Josephine explained.

“They didn’t need all twelve!” He handed the report back to Leliana. “The sooner they finish those watchtowers, the better.”

“There’s more worrying matters at hand,” Leliana spoke with concern. “The Venatori are a threat not to be taken lightly. We can’t let the mages fall to their servitude.”

“All the more reason to disregard an alliance.” Cullen sighed in frustration. “It’s just one thing after another. We must bolster our defence and focus on sealing the breach before it kills us all.”

“We can’t just charge in unprepared, Commander,” Josephine argued. “We need more allies and support from across all of Thedas, not just Ferelden.”

Leliana folded her arms, “If we lose the mages to this magister, Alexius —”

“We don’t need the mages!” Cullen interrupted.

“We certainly don’t need them against us.” Leliana's words were ominous. Neither Cullen or Josephine could disagree. 

The next morning, Cullen woke with the sunrise, grateful for a somewhat decent night of rest. Though not without waking several times, he found that the moments where he did sleep were an improvement. Perhaps Adan’s peculiar remedies were working.

The recruits were improving drastically with each passing day. There were many matters relating to The Inquisition that irritated Cullen, but his soldiers were not one of them. He was incredibly proud of their progress and his confidence in himself was beginning to improve as a result.

“Wonderful,” he praised as he weaved between drills. “Remember to angle your shield towards the ground, that way you will be able to deflect debris from explosives or magic.”

“Commander, they’re descending the pass now!”

Cullen looked over his shoulder and smiled. The Inquisition’s bannerman was positioned behind The Herald , perfectly aligned so that he couldn’t be seen. Just her , atop a horse with hair blowing in the wind and The Inquisition’s flag soaring behind.  He thought that if an artist were to depict The Herald of Andraste, this would be the perfect moment to capture. She was the vision of power, strength and beauty.

Juliette listened closely as the officers talked. The return to Haven was surprisingly pleasant. She loved riding her horse steadily paced while chatting with her companions. Juliette found comfort around the men and women that  served their travelling party , and took great pride in hearing their tales while on the road. Most were Ferelden, former farmers and hunters that were trained fast enough to serve in a convoy for The Herald’s travels. It was nice to be around good people and in that moment she felt truly happy.

Surprise took her when she noticed that The Commander was standing aside the path that led towards the base. He appeared to be waiting for their arrival which was unusual. Typically Cullen was busy elsewhere, over working himself in some capacity. As her horse approached at a trotting pace, she began to examine his posture. He stood with folded arms and an air of vigilance which seemed so very characteristic of Commander Cullen. This time however, his typical stoic expression was replaced with a dampened smile. Juliette’s hand hovered above Romeo’s reins, the temptation to slow her horse was strong. It felt like the polite thing to do, if he were indeed waiting to speak with her. She wasn’t looking forward to the discussions that would inevitably come regarding the potential alliance with Redcliffe’s mages. Cassandra was disappointed enough with Juliette’s willingness to make an agreement on first contact. Maker knows that Cullen would be less impressed. The options rattled through her head, each second her horse closing the gap between them. It seemed too late to pretend that she didn’t notice him standing there, but speaking with him wasn’t something she was prepared to do yet either. With a guilty smirk, Juliette tapped her foot against her horse and picked up speed.

“Herald, welc—”

“Commander,” Juliette greeted with a distant, formal voice as she galloped past leaving a haze of snow in the air. The soldiers and officers that accompanied increased their speed to keep up with their Herald. The thundering of hooves rapidly approaching made Cullen step back to avoid being trampled. Juliette glanced over her shoulder to witness The Commander standing alone with a crestfallen look on his face.

After reaching the entry to the base, Juliette remained saddled while she spoke with the officers that greeted her upon arrival. Her voice was calm and kind, her smile genuine. Juliette was mid sentence when she paused from the interruption of shouting.

“Herald!”

She turned her head and softly gasped at the sight of The Commander jogging towards her. His cheeks were flushed and his hair a little messy from the wind and snow. Juliette stared with wide eyes, wistfully watching his movements. She shuffled her thighs against the saddle and cleared her throat quietly. In her mind she prayed that the feelings of arousal stirring within would quickly dissipate.

“You’re back,” he said with a low, breathy voice.

“Cullen?” Juliette gave him a baffled look. “Did you just run after us?”

“No!” he exclaimed. “I mean…uh…yes.” He sighed heavily with a step forward before freezing at the sight of The Herald’s palm extended in an authoritative manner.

“Don’t come any closer!” she shrieked. Cullen looked around himself, trying to asses any danger. The soldiers watched her attentively, seemingly confused also. He glanced back up at her with questioning eyes. She held her hand out firmly and her serious glare softened into a smirk. “You’re here to knock me from my horse!”

“What?” Culled chuckled. The amusement in his laugh wavered when he realised that the soldiers and officers were eyeing him with suspicion. “No!” he yelled at them with a rising pitch to his voice telling that he took offense to such allegations. “Maker’s breath, Lady Trevelyan! These are my men!” She let out a victorious giggle and the soldiers relaxed. Cullen moved towards her, ignoring the request to stay away. “They’ve given you far too much power,” he mumbled. He extended his hand in gesture to help The Herald down from the horse. She hesitated for a moment, glaring at him with a wrinkled nose and a pout that couldn’t resist turning into a grin. Cullen released a deep chuckle from his throat when she finally surrendered and accepted his offer. Although they both wore gloves, the feeling of Cullen’s hand firmly gripping hers made Juliette consciously aware of her quickening heartbeat. She paused for a moment, allowing her eyes to linger. His touch made her feel delicate, when she noted the size difference in their hands.

Trying her very best to dismount the horse elegantly, Juliette asked “Why are you here, Commander?” As soon as both feet were on the ground, she snatched away her hand and turned her back to him. Her face was rapidly growing red from his touch and she tried to hide by pulling the fur lined hood over her head.

Why? Cullen had asked himself the same question. It was an impulsive decision to approach Juliette , more so to chase after her. A greeting at the war table would have sufficed for a professional relationship, yet there he was. The image of her descending the mountain trail had left him with muddled intentions.

Cullen was grateful that she had turned her back because he was becoming flustered while he desperately thought of an answer to her question. “Some people think it is polite to greet a colleague,” he replied cautiously.

“Oh,” was her response. Juliette turned to the side slightly, her face mostly obstructed by fur in a pristine white. “Do you not think of me as polite, Commander?”

While Juliette handed the reins of her horse to the sable hand, Cullen stammered half a response of “No, I…I—”

“Well, this is a fascinating surprise!” a voice sang out rescuing Cullen from his lack of words. “And there I was thinking that the charm of chivalry was lost on Southerners.” 

Cullen stepped back with folded arms, “You must be Dorian.”

Juliette spun around so quickly that her hood fell back, revealing her tangled hair. “Yes!” she answered with exaggerated excitement. “Dorian, this Commander Cullen - he leads the Inquisition’s forces and helps ladies from horses,” she paused and pursed her lips at the realisation of her rhyming statement. “Apparently,” she giggled awkwardly, placing her hand on Dorian’s arm. Juliette’s nerves were still heightened from the earlier interaction and she felt embarrassed by the way that she carried herself - a silly girl, giggling like a fool. “Inside the gate you’ll find the main building. Ask for Josephine and she’ll see that you’ve had a meal and are shown to your quarters.”

As Dorian walked away he asked, “Tell me that your people serve more than soup and watered-down mead?”

“I wouldn’t have too many expectations going forward,” Juliette laughed, falling back on humour as a defence mechanism.

The moment that Dorian was out of sight, Cullen remarked with folded arms, “He’s a mage.”

“Oh, what gave it away? The big stick strapped to his back?”

Cullen sighed in frustration, “You never mentioned that he was staying with us in your report.”

“He’s staying with me not us,” Juliette clarified , walking away. “Dorian is a guest of mine, Commander.”

“It’s irrelevant how he was invited, Herald. I think that we should exercise some caution when letting mages into Haven unchecked,” Cullen replied, following after her.

Juliette stopped and turned slowly. “So that’s why you’re really here. To ask about the mages?”

“No, not entirely.”

“Don’t worry about Dorian, he’s got a good grasp on his magic if that’s what you’re afraid of,” Juliette folded her arms, unconsciously mimicking Cullen’s stance.

“That is …never mind,” he sighed. “We need safeguards in place to protect people against possession. For that, we need to be prepared ahead of time.”

“ Safeguards? You’d have us all guarded?” Juliette asked with a glare.

“No, that’s not what I meant! We need to be watchful, yes.” Cullen tried to explain although he was beginning to see that his words were falling upon deaf ears. Juliette scoffed and turned her back to him, ready to walk away.

“Next time, tell me when you’re planning on bringing a mage home.” His voice was firm and loud.

A shrill laugh escaped Juliette’s lips. “Is that a command?”

“Yes,” he affirmed. Cullen watched her with a heavy gaze, conveying a sense of authority.

Juliette shrugged her shoulders and replied with a sarcastic “Yes, Commander.”

“If there was just one abomination amongst us —”

“Oh would you give it a rest, Cullen!” Juliette snapped. “Save the anti-mage bullshit for the war room. Maker knows you’ll have plenty of opportunity to oppose me.” She stormed towards the gate, turning to glare at Cullen one last time. He squeezed the back of his neck and stared at the ground, unsure how to respond. Deciding that it was best not to say a word at all, he unleashed an aggressive sigh and walked away.

[tiredtogepi]

A Lady & Her Hounds

Chapter 10 (+18)

The Hound x Fem!Reader (Jon Arryn's daughter; Sabrina)

This chapter contains: Smut | Angst

Word Count: 1092

The next days passed quickly and his leg was almost all healed up. During the day both of you helped out in the community, and at night there was always some tension in the air, you got closer because of lust, but you didn’t talk about the feelings. After that night you kept waiting for him to make the next move. He never did. In reality he was waiting for you to show some sort of interest in moving forward with him. You both were scared, stubborn and too focused on your own feelings to notice each other's. 

One day as you went down to the stream with your pup pack trying to find some mushrooms. A few barks alarmed that someone was coming. You found Clegane approaching with his ax. Your dogs started growling at him.

“Feisty beasts you have there.” He had to stop approaching

“I wouldn’t expect any less of them when seeing a big man coming to me with an ax” You gave them a command to back down. He sat on a fallen tree near you.

“They got names?” He moved his head pointing to your dogs.

“That’s Desert” You pointed to the fawn color dog. “That's Rain.” You turned to face the gray dog. “This is River” You patted the head of the brindle dog by your side. “And that’s Forest” You looked at the black dog that came to him. Forest sniffed and sat beside him. Sandor patted Forest’s head and gave him little taps on his side.

“He likes you.” You smiled. He had a shy smile as well. After all, it was funny to see a man called The Hound interacting so well with dogs just as intimidating as him.

 “What are you gonna do?” He asked, avoiding your eyes.

“About what?” You stood up to face him. 

“Now that I don’t need your care anymore… You’re free” He looked up to you. You were pissed. It’s hard to believe that after everything you did for him, he would have the nerve to ask this question. He thought you had been rejecting him these past few days because nothing happened after his last attempt.

“After everything I did for you I’m free? After what you did to me? After all this time? I'm free?!” With each question filled with anger, you took a step closer to him. He was serious but in a more soft way. You were standing inches from his face. 

“What about you? Are you free?” You almost touched your lips on his.

“No.” He closed the distance between you. He knew he would never be free from you or the feelings he had, but he believed it would be best for you to be free from him.

You kissed him softly knowing that he wanted more. You kneeled in front of him and looked up to see his eyes full of lust. 

“Take it off.” You talked to him the same way he did to you last time you had this much intimacy. He pulled down his pants. You commanded the dogs to watch the surroundings, this way you would know if someone was coming. 

You finally had your eyes on his cock. It was big and thick but not entirely hard yet. You took it in your hands and started stroking it while you slightly pulled down his face to kiss him. His cock grew in your hands and got extremely hard. You let go of it, stood up, and kissed him passionately. You moved down to his neck kissing, sucking, and licking, leaving purple marks on it. 

You removed his shirt and slowly went down his chest. As you stood between his legs you could feel his cock twitching and hitting your knee. It made you smile that he was hard like that because of you. You kissed his chest, and abdomen, tracing with your lips and tongue that happiness trail he had leading down to his thick cock. 

You noticed how he was trying not to make any sound, so you kneeled back down, grabbed his cock tightly, and licked the tip. He let out a low grunt and you could feel the salty taste of his pre cum in your mouth. You then looked into his eyes and put his cock in your mouth. He took a deep breath. 

It was definitely too big and you could barely fit half of it inside your mouth, but the way you flicked your tongue on his tip inside your warm mouth drove him crazy. He brought a hand to your head grabbing your hair and pulling it away from your face. If you wanted to suck his cock he had to see all of it.

You noticed he was taking deep breaths and grunting more often. You started to go faster, pushing it deeper into your throat, you could see his expression was getting more intense. You moved your hand up and down on the base part you couldn't fit in your mouth. All of his cock was lubricated with your saliva and his pre cum so your hands and mouth moved smoothly together. 

You could feel his breathing become faster. His grip on your hair was tighter. He was going to cum, just needed a couple more seconds. You looked deeply into his eyes and took his cock out of your mouth. You pushed his hand off your hair, stood up and wiped your mouth with your arm.

“What are you gonna do now? You don’t need my care anymore… You’re free.” You said in the nastiest way possible.

He looked at you in shock. He couldn't believe you did this just to have your bratty revenge on something he said to you. You walked away and your dogs ran to accompany you. He just sat there, hard and frustrated, processing what had happened.

That night you made your dogs sleep around your bed. You didn’t want Sandor to get close to you.

He didn’t imagine how deeply offended you would be by that question. You waited this whole time to have him admit that he wanted you in his life, that you had mutual feelings and wanted to be together. But you didn’t know the amount of insecurities he carried when it came to love. He always thought one day you would wake up and realize the big monster he is. He was a broken man and it would take a lot of exposing his vulnerability to finally be together the way you wanted to.