#There's stuff I want to show off but I'd rather wait until I I'm almost done

[skurlly]

sketches 2

I sometimes forget to post here too. Some (mainly submas) sketches

This song has been stuck in my head as of late.

I actually think I'll draw this more out, I like it.

i like this one too

I still want to finish akiba maid war

Vampire submas is still on the mind (kinda based on one of pjsk mizukis 4* card that I like)

I saw on tik tok, a guy that had a lot of ear piercing and I want to draw that on the vampire boys.

Sometimes I take a break draw what I'm thinking.

[justporo]

My new bestie, I honestly would love to see you write Father!Astarion 🤤🤤

How would he react to the news? Would he want a little girl or boy? How would he react when they are born, and they look just like him, but pre vamp eyes?

(Vampires can sire babies, with the highest chance after they are fully well fed)

Hello my tadpole bestie and thanks for the request! Astarion as a father really seems to be on people's minds, hm?

I get it, I like it too, but let me put this out there (yeah yeah, I know it's all fictional, but let's be real for a second): I would much rather imagine this when Astarion has done some much needed healing. This man hasn't had autonomy in two centuries and really needs to find himself again and work through trauma - with Tav on his side of course. And children are a huge responsibility - mentally, physically, emotionally, financially - I imagine (I wouldn't know, I'm not a parent...). I'd really wish for him to be ready for something like that.

But the thought is incredibly sweet, so let's go:

Headcanons about Astarion being a father

When Tav tells him she's expecting, he's truly speechless for perhaps the first time in his life; and then he can't sit still: swinging from delusionally happy to overthinking and being worried; but Tav takes his hand and reassures him that they'll be in it together

Has he thought about having kids? Yeah sure, but he'd never thought of it being possible until it happened, although when Cazador forced him and the other spawn to behave like a family he'd sometimes thought about what could've been

He's absolutely overprotective when Tav's pregnant: "Oh no, no, darling, you are not carrying that around, think of the baby!" "Astarion, it's A MUG OF WATER!"

Also he adores her body that is creating such a miracle: "You're glowing, my heart. You are truly a goddess!"

If he was handsy before there are now no moments where his hands aren't on Tav's body and on her belly

When he feels the first movements, he cries, and then Tav cries and then there's just a fountain of happy tears and lots of "I love you"s

He's taking such good care of Tav; especially when she doesn't feel well or when she's exhausted - she'll get all the herbal teas and massages

Birth though is scary - for both of them; but I'm sure he'll have some friends by his side (because think about the adventure troupe waiting with him while he's pacing the room like a panther: Karlach's biting her nails off, Gale's just blabbering to distract himself, Shadowheart is praying for everything to go well, Wyll tries to calm Astarion down (unsuccessfully), Lae'zel is unusually silent with crossed arms hoping everything will be okay, Halsin's keeping the group fed and all because "Nature will make it all right")

Boy or girl? Doesn't matter at all, all that's important is that Tav and the baby are healthy and ready to receive all his love

First time holding his child - he can't even cry because it's such a miracle; "This... this is the best thing I've ever had and created!"

The tears come later when you're alone - just the three of you

He's absolutely a very loving father, caring so much about his kid - and also equally taking on responsibilities and care with Tav

When the kid's eyes become their real colour and it sparks a memory Astarion had long forgotten, he's too stunned to acknowledge what he's seeing: the kid has his eyes - the way they were before he was turned

Later, when the child's already a little bigger he loves to show them stuff, teach them, read to them; also inciting them to go and annoy Mom - which makes Tav want to push him off a cliff but also hug him to death - because who'd have thought it would ever be possible?

Alright alright - I've gotten almost off the rails with this one. Because honestly, there's a lot to imagine there. Also maybe I wasn't prepared for the things that would make me feel (and I don't mean baby fever).

Alright, hope you enjoyed this headcanons, time for me to go to bed!

[mr-wrestlemania]

Hart-Break Hotel

The WWF superstars are staying at a nearby hotel for their upcoming show but two performers seem to be checking in each other's rooms on purpose. Will they check out of the hotel with their hearts in one piece? Or were they never whole to begin with?

Contains: Drug mentions(Allusions for the most part, reference to weed), Intoxication of one character

(its my first Hartbreak fic aaa enjoy the food)

Ao3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58070596

"Owen!!!" Bret kicked the room to his shared room with Owen but was only met with quiet laughter on the other side.

"Oh, so sorry, I guess there was no pizza guy." Owen hummed as his voice grew distant.

"Owen I swear to god, OPEN THE DOOR!" Bret tried to shout as quietly as he could. If his fellow athletes saw him half naked in the hallway, he'd ask Undertaker to bury him right then and there.

After a few minutes of silence, Bret sighed anxiously. "Maybe Davey will house me. Owen seems to think this is hilarious," He thought, "But what floor is he on?!"

Just then, Bret could hear a door open behind him, and there stood his on-screen rival Shawn. He yawned but suddenly looked wide awake when he noticed Bret's predicament. "Whats the matter, Bret? Having a bit of..trouble?" His cat-like smirk made Bret want to punch his lights out.

"It's nothing. Owen and I had a spat, now he thinks he's being funny." Bret pressed his ear on the door, only to be met by the sound of Owen lightly snoring. "Fucks sake.."

Shawn leaned on his door frame with his arms crossed, "I'd say cozy up in the lobby, but they might think you're some bum. I almost wish I had my Polaroid with me." His eyes drank in the scene much to Bret's annoyance.

"Good thing you don't." Bret sighed and picked himself off the carpet, "Look. Do you happen to know where Davey Boy's room is?"

"Mmmmmm, no." Shawn hummed, "Looks like you're shit out of luck."

"Dammit Michaels!" Bret whisper shouted, "Okay..Could I.."

Shawn perked and tilted his head, "Yeah? Could I what?"

Bret swallowed his pride best he could. "Could I just wait until morning in your room? Unless you'd rather be a dick this late at night."

"Say, please." Shawn grinned.

"What?"

"You heard me, c'mon."

"You're insufferable."

Shawn scoffed, "A simple, polite gesture is hardly insufferable. What's a simple please between friends?"

Bret sighed through his nose, "..Please Shawn?"

"No." Shawn started to close his door and laughed at Bret's expression. "I'm kidding lighten up. That was nice to hear, c'mon."

The fact that Shawn was actually letting him in was a surprise, but Bret was still on guard. Shawn's hotel room looked about how he expected. His gear was in an organized mess in the corner by the box TV, but his outfit for the next day was already neatly laid out on a table by the window. Not to mention, his hair care products littered the bathroom from what he could see. An odd yet familiar smell jolted his sinuses when Shawn shut the door behind him.

"Were you smoking pot in here???" Bret turned to Shawn.

Shawn snickered, "A little. Not enough to get me in trouble. Don't look at me like that it helps me sleep, not to mention it soothes the body, Hart." He opened the only window to let some of the air out. "Could you smell it from the hallway?"

"No." Bret sat down on the armchair, "I suppose it's better than the other stuff floating around the locker room."

Shawn shut the window and plopped on his bed, "Oh hell yeah, man. I'm trying to avoid some of it since I want to keep my smile perfect. Seen a few guys almost miss the tar in their teeth. Ugh."

"I know what you mean. It's sad to see, honestly. I've been worried about you, yknow. How deep you've gone into it."

The blonde's gaze drifted toward the ceiling, "..I know, Bret. I'm trying to play it safe. Keep things good for business."

"You're putting in the work. It's pretty obvious to me." Bret smiled lightly, and Shawn glanced back at the ceiling.

It was strange at how casual their conversation felt. For a while, Shawn was nearly impossible to talk to when he would say something that brought too much heat. Yet, in that moment, it felt like they could breathe.

"What? You're staring." Shawn rolled over to look back at Bret.

"Sorry. I just don't remember the last time we were this open." Bret stretched until his muscles felt less tight.

"Mm. Fair." Shawn looked up at the ceiling, "You caught me in a good mood. Or I guess a thoughtful one. I was thinking too much and couldn't sleep when I heard you like an angry moose out there."

"Was that a Canadian joke?" Bret raised a brow.

"A piss poor one. I can do better."

"Don't." Bret rolled his eyes and tried to shift into a comfortable position, but the armchair wasn't exactly a recliner. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Shawn was still glancing at him. "Is this funny to you?"

Shawn shrugged and threw a pillow directly at Bret's face. "You better not be this pathetic all the time. I expected better from someone almost as good as me." He teased with a smile.

Bret grunted but had a slight smile, "Almost??? It's too late to be cutting a promo Shawn, do you ever give your ego a rest?"

"Maybe. I let you in, didn't I?" He flipped over so his backside faced Bret.

The hum of the air conditioner in the room coated the room. Though, it only made the silence more deafening. Bret couldn't entirely tell if Shawn was being genuinely nice or just getting some entertainment from his situation. Yet it made him smile to see more of Shawn beyond his ego. The glamor. The 'sexy boy'. He was just Shawn in that room with him.

He looked down at the pillow, then back at Shawn. Shawn was already fast asleep, evident by his quiet snoring. It was rare to see Shawn so still and at complete peace.

Why would he care anyway? It didn't matter. He may have had Vince wrapped around his finger, but Bret refused to play into it. Yet part of him seemed drawn to Shawn. Was it his skills as a performer? He had little respect for the business at times, but did he really?

Even in their brief conversation, Shawn picked up on things that bothered Bret and didn't even comment on it. Yet he looked out for him. Why?

Bret sighed quietly and tried to get comfortable once more. The pillow helped his neck, at least. Before he knew it, he was out like a light.

Unbeknownst to him, Shawn rolled back over and opened his eyes to peek at Bret. He didn't know why. Maybe he didn't want to understand why. It was fun to toy with Bret, but to see him asleep was something else. His expression was so calm, and the way he laid out looked so vulnerable. If he would tell his friends about that night, he'd definitely leave this part out. They didn't need to know how it tore him up.

That morning, Bret woke up a little stiff but better than he'd be if he slept on the floor. He rubbed his eyes and was surprised to see Shawn asleep facing him. He quietly got up to check his reflection, call it paranoia from Owen's antics. Shawn didn't do anything to him while he slept. He sighed in relief and quickly decided to take a piss while he had some peace and quiet.

Shawn stirred and sat up to move his hair back. His eyes traveled to the armchair Bret was in and looked around. "Bret?"

"Still here. I'm taking a piss." Bret called back. He emerged from the bathroom and smiled, "What? Afraid I left?"

"Please." Shawn rolled his eyes, "I just wanted to make sure you weren't dicking around. You good?"

"Stiff, but I'm okay." Bret moved when he caught Shawn glancing, "Not like that, you dick."

Shawn snickered as Bret threw the pillow back at him, "We've seen you change Bret. It's nothing new. If you're so pissy about it, use the phone to call your room to wake Owen up and cover up your sharpshooter." Shawn stretched.

"Alright alright. Don't call it that." Bret used the phone near Shawn's bed and tried to dial up his hotel room. It took a few rings before he heard Owen's groggy voice on the other end.

"Mmhh.. hello?"

"Owen. I'm gonna knock at the door three times, and you better let me in." Bret growled.

"Oh shit. Look, I'm sorry I was going to let you in. I was just wiped. Did you find some place to crash?"

Bret glanced at Shawn for a moment, who was brushing his hair out, "You could say that. Just meet me at the damn door okay?"

"Okay, geez.."

Bret hung up the phone and got up, "Alright, I'm out of your hair." He paused mid walk towards the door and looked back at Shawn. "Thanks."

Shawn stopped and turned his head towards Bret. His mouth opened but quickly shut as he turned around. "Sure. See you."

"..See you." Bret left Shawn's room quickly and dashed to his room for Owen to let him in.

"You aren't mad right..?" Owen smiled sheepishly.

"We'll see after breakfast. I just really want to put some clothes on." Bret started slipping some jeans on as Owen watched.

"Right. Where did you stay anyway?"

Bret paused, his head turned away from Owen as he cleared his throat, "Not important."

The image of Shawn's sleeping face came to Bret's mind, but he quickly shook it off with a fury. "Did I miss breakfast? What time is it?"

"Shit!" Owen nearly ran him over to get dressed, "Come on! It should still be going! If not I'll treat you to Mckies! Promise!"

"Deal." Bret ran close behind him.

There were a few familiar faces getting food at the complimentary breakfast. The staff went a little extra considering how many celebrity wrestlers were staying there. Bret watched Owen practically beeline for some powdered donuts and chuckled. He nearly spilled his coffee from a guy being shoved into him.

"Oops! Sorry, Bret." Hunter laughed, "Didn't burn ya did I?"

"No." Bret replied flatly.

Shawn peeked out and beamed, "Whoops. No harm done, right? Especially after last night."

"Last night?" Hunter raised a brow as he glanced between them.

Bret nearly choked on his coffee and whipped around, "Shut your mouth, Shawn."

"No, Shawn, please elaborate. I'm very curious about what happened last night." Hunter could hardly contain his giggles.

"Nothing. Owen locked me out of our room, and..Shawn let me crash."

Shawn clicked his tongue, "Spoil sport."

"Really? Huh." Hunter hummed as he thought, "How nice of you, Shawn. Gonna invite him later for a second night?"

"Fuck you." Shawn shoved him again with a smile.

"Hey! Quit phrasing shit like that!" Bret grunted.

"Oh, how scandalous.." Dustin Rhodes chuckled as he walked past.

"Great." Shawn folded his arms, "If this turns into a new rumor, you're helping me squash it."

Hunter grinned, seemingly satisfied, "I look forward to it. Just be sure to let me have a turn-"

Bret broke away from them to sit with the rest of the Hart foundation as he seethed. He could still faintly hear Hunter and Shawn dick around and it seemed to get to him a little.

"Hey uh..Is it true you stayed the night with Shawn??" Owen whispered.

Bret laid his head down on the table as his face began to heat up, "Mention it again, and you won't have a bed to sleep in tonight."

Jim raised a brow and chuckled, "Don't let him get to you Bret. Owen just punked one of the staff by imitating your old man again. You on a streak Owen?"

Owen smirked, "Maybe." Bret narrowed his eyes at brother, almost wondering if Owen left him out of the room that night on purpose..

The shoot took a bit longer than some of the superstars would have guessed so when it was wrapped up, they scattered to either crash or celebrate. Bret decided he was sober enough to head to the nearest convenience store to get a few snacks for their next upcoming road trip. The crickets and the buzz of the streetlights were almost comforting to Bret. The street ambiance helped relax him as he walked into the hotel's lobby.

Strangely, the hotel's elevator doors kept opening and closing. The worker at the desk seemed to glance over now and then, too tired to actually do anything about it. Bret shared a look with her before he walked over to investigate.

Shawn was fumbling with the buttons, his face flushed but still stood perfectly upright. He glanced up and flashed his usual smile, "Hitmaan! Hey. I was just trying to get back to my room but this thing doesn't work."

"It does Shawn. You're just hitting the door button over and over," Bret squeezed in and hit the button for the third floor, "Are you that plastered?"

"I can still function," Shawn scoffed, "I'm just that talented."

"Enough to walk but not enough to navigate an elevator." Bret smirked as he leaned against the elevator wall.

Shawn rolled his eyes, "I just had some different stuff tonight. No biggie." He leaned against the wall. Whatever he did drink it was hitting him pretty hard.

Bret thought for a moment to consider his options regarding Shawn. When the doors opened, Bret used his free arm to help Shawn off the wall, "Come on. I'm not leaving you to stumble around the halls."

"What a gentleman. I can get around just fine.." Shawn grumbled but didn't fight Bret off as they walked down the hall.

"Don't lie to me. You got your key on you?"

Shawn dug through his pocket and handed Bret the key. Despite his protesting, he seemed aware he couldn't be precise with his hands.

Bret unlocked the door and helped Shawn to his bed. "Just be sure to not miss our morning call."

Something about the way Shawn looked at him made Bret hesitate leaving his bedside. He was celebrating with his group of degenerates, so why did Shawn look so sad?

"Are you okay..?" Bret prayed Shawn was just an emotional drunk but that didn't fit his character from what he remembered.

"You're a great guy, Bret. Everyone respects you y'know. I'm glad we have someone like you..in the locker room.. " Shawn turned his head toward Bret, his words hardly slurred at all.

"I-" Bret blinked a little, he was at a loss.

"My mouth can get me in a lot of trouble, I say shit I don't mean. But you're my favorite rival Bret. Makes me want to be better so I can kick your ass. Fact you use your time for someone like me.. I dunno.."

"You're a great man too, Shawn. I'd be happy to drop a title to someone like you. I mean that."

Shawn stared at Bret for a while until he glanced away. Bret's words stung in a way he couldn't verbalize. Bret respected him so much and yet..

"Will you be okay if I leave? I just wanna make sure."

Shawn took a deep breath, he wanted to say no. "Yeah. I'm just getting sappy I think. I'll just sleep this off..Thanks Bret."

Bret nodded, picked his bag off the floor and walked toward the door to Shawn's room. Shawn watched Bret leave with his eyes glazed over.

Instead of an empty hallway, Bret ran right into Hunter with the door. "Oh shit- Sorry Hunter. You alright?"

Hunter rubbed his forehead, "Yeah.. Damn Hart. What were you doing in Shawn's room??"

Bret shook his head, "Shawn was stuck in the elevator pressing the door button over and over. I helped him get back to his room. He told me he's okay by himself but..Maybe you can watch him?"

"Dammit. I thought he didn't walk here by himself. Thanks for helping him. That's partially my fault since Shawn is really good at managing himself while drunk. Guess this was one of those rare occasions. Did he say anything weird?"

"Kind of emotional. He looked close to crying." Bret sighed, "Something about me being well respected and downplaying himself. It's unlike him."

Hunter tensed and shook his head, "Got it. Sad drunk mode. I got him don't worry."

Bret nodded and left to go to his room. Hunter walked into Shawn's and shut the door.

"Hey buddy, Bret just told me what happened. You wanna talk it out or watch TV?" Hunter sat on the corner of Shawn's bed.

Shawn rubbed his eyes and shrugged, he was annoyed at how watery his eyes were getting. "Bret said he'd happily pass a championship to me man."

"Yeah? He'd put you over like that? Huh." Hunter scratched his neck, "Would you do the same?"

Owen was fast asleep with his leg dangling off the second bed and Bret moved it so he could walk through the room. As he undressed for bed, that moment with Shawn looking at him all sad eyed played through his mind. Part of him almost wished he stayed with Shawn. Falling asleep beside him didn't sound so bad-

"What the hell am I thinking.." Bret sighed and collapsed in his bed. He never noticed how lonely it felt, even if Owen was just in arms in reach.

Shawn had laid with Hunter in his bed, somehow it fit both of them but it certainly helped. He thought of the concerned look Bret had for him and how Bret openly expressed his admiration for him. It made his throat ache.

He looked at his sleeping friend with a quiet gaze, "Would Bret have done this with me..?" Shawn shook his head and laid it down on his pillow. "Doubtful. Why would he.." He found himself dozing off, ignoring his skin's hunger to be held.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

How do you think the circus troop would react to their s/o knitting them something?

aaaaa I'm a crocheter who's been making hats for my one coworker and her kids, my boss, and my boss' friend (coworker's had some bad luck lately so I thought I'd start making some cute stuff for her and her babies to cheer them up, my boss is going thru chemo, and her friend has hair loss from various issues so she loves wearing hats)

so I would TOTALLY make something for all these babes too <3 <3 <3

It’s… a shawl? Ah, Lord, they didn’t ‘afta do that f’r ‘er! It’s too much. Really, she can scarcely imagine the amount of work that goes into making an article of clothing. Into making anything from scratch, out of just fabric and time. She might be a little oblivious to the fact that they made it, at first; thinking perhaps that they bought it for her. Once it clicks that they made it, with their own two hands, just for her? She rarely takes the damn thing off. It makes her feel like she’s worth all the effort they put into it. Like (Name) wants to invest time into her and her happiness. She might wear it so much she wears it out, but, surely they’ll make her another after she does.

Aww, wot’s this, now… a little sheath f’r ‘is knives?! Noooo, that’s so precious! Oi, c’mere, in f’r a ‘ug, ‘e loves it. Just looking at that makes his head spin. He does a bit of woodworking with his knives, whittling and that, so he knows the amount of effort that goes along with creating something. He can’t wrap his mind around how long this took them to make, between figuring the actual pattern of it and then the actual manual work. It’s something he’s going to treasure until it wears out (and probably even after that), a material thing which makes him feel… worthy. His sweetheart made it for him. That makes it the most important thing in the world.

Eh? Somethin’ f’r them? Like a gift, ‘ey? … Wait, they made this?? (Name) is tellin’ ‘er they took some fabric, ‘n’ some needles, ‘n’ made a li’l ‘air decoration? Honestly, Freckles adores this thing. Not only does it look just perfect as to their sense of style, their S/O has somehow made it suitably unisex so that she can wear it whether she’s having a feminine or a neutral day. She thanks them about a million times, attaches it to her head immediately, and then runs around showing it off to everyone who will tolerate her. “Look at this, my love made it f’r me, ain’t that somethin’?!” She almost can’t believe someone wanted to do something like that for her. Now that they have, though, she isn’t going to let it go to waste!

Ah? Wot’s that? A gift f’r ‘im? Aww, sweet’eart, they didn’t need tae do that! … Huh, it’s a scarf, though. Because they noticed he has one he likes wearing, but it’s beginning to get a little threadbare. And of course, there’s really no spare money to replace something that isn’t necessarily essential. He laughs, as their solution was apparently to buy a cheap bit of yarn and knit him one themself! He finds that incredibly adorable, and… it’s so selfless, is the way he looks at it. Something of his needed replacing; rather than work themself ragged to raise money to buy a replacement, they simply got the materials and made one. He gives them a kiss and thanks them… before proceeding to put it on, and give them his old scarf, saying that if they think they can make something useful with the fabric, it’s theirs. He’s thoroughly grateful and in awe of their kind heart.

Hm? They actually made somethin’ f’r ‘im? ‘E would guess somethin’ smaller, since even somethin’ small f’r ‘im would be awful big. He would be expecting a small knitted piece of jewelry, like a knitted ring or something simple. The surprise when his S/O presents him with a pair of new arm warmers is visible on his face. His assumption is that they spent months making those things, which… on the one hand, he’s touched that they went to all that trouble. On the other hand, he almost feels like they wasted time. They could have been doing something else instead, right? He doesn’t say that, not outright. And he wears those things, proudly. His old ones are gone, because these ones are much more precious.

Oi, wot’d they do, then, buy ‘im a ‘at? Waste’a money, ‘e’s already got one. It might be small, sure, but it fits the costume. He’s borderline dismissive, telling them they might as well give it to someone else or try to get their money back. He doesn’t replace things till they’re falling apart, so he doesn’t need it. Then, as soon as he realizes this isn’t something they bought, it’s something they made him, out of love, he’s stunned. He doesn’t get it. Why throw away all that time and work on a gift for someone like him? Suddenly he snatches it back, snapping that he might as well wear it so they didn’t completely waste all their time making it. Although he treats it as some big favor, his S/O can just ask Wendy — he loves that ‘stupid thing’.

(… Is that an entire blanket?) It, ah. It appears to be, Keats. (Will we get to snuggle up in it?!) Well, Donne, (Name) said it was a gift, so… he supposes he can do whatever he’d like with it? Despite the fact that he appears awfully relaxed about it, on the inside he’s breaking down sobbing. No one has ever given him something like this that they bought, let alone something like this that they’ve made. It’s such a big thing, so much work for them to have made. And it’s really just because they love him and wanted to do it for him? It might sound pathetic, but he cries into the blanket later, wrapped up in it, feeling every single bit of their love for him that they poured into it. If they’d so like, he would beg them to cuddle up inside it with him. That’s why they made it so big, right? So that it could fit two? Plus some snakes??

Tch, did they really buy ‘er a silly pair’a cloth shoes? Like ballet flats? She didn’t really need a new pair, ‘er old ones only ‘ave a couple ‘oles. Peter coulda sewn ‘em up again. She realizes quickly than her brother would that her S/O made these, not bought them, and then her reaction does a complete flip. She takes the shoes in her hands carefully, looking them over as if she’s just been given some kind of precious jewels. It’s a soft question, of wondering if they actually went to all this trouble for her. Regardless of the shape her old shoes were in, even if they were perfect, she’d be grateful that (Name) wanted to make something like this for her. Even though she does keep her old ones just in case, there’s no denying that she starts to wear the ones they made her as her everyday shoes.

[ohgodmyeyes]

Hello love, I got someone else hooked to disassembly and we both can’t wait for updates to resume when possible ❤️

hey! i'd been meaning to do this for a couple of days, because you've been so unimaginably kind and patient.

i didn't anticipate ever needing such a long break from a creative project; but then, i've also never poured quite this much of myself into that kind of endeavour before. (*not sure whether i'm talking about disassembly by itself, or my anakin stuff in all its entirety, not that it especially matters in-context.)

anyway, because you trusted me enough to recommend it to someone new after watching it go so long without an update, i feel like i owe it to you to show you what i've written for it over the past couple of days. it's unedited, so there might be typos or notes or continuity problems or (most likely) egregious word repetition; despite that, i hope it measures up conceptually to the rest of the story.

i also hope it reassures anyone who's been in doubt that this fic means more to me than ever, and isn't far from being updated. i've loved working on it again, and i hope a few of the people who engaged with it before will enjoy coming back to it too.

i'm not going to shoot myself in the foot by deigning to offer a timeline, but i will say that there are approximately 700 words worth of SPOILERS for Disassembly behind the cut — including the baby's name!

if you would rather wait until the chapter is completed to read it, DO NOT LOOK BEHIND THE CUT.

for any/everyone else... well, i hope i'm off to a good start. (and for god's sake, pls be gentle if i'm not lol.)

...

...

"Liam. Do you like it?"

"Sure. I mean, I don't not like it. But I thought you said you wanted to pick something to make my dad happy, since Leia already used 'Ben'."

"...I thought I did. Didn't he ever tell you about his mom's old fiancé? They were going to get married; he treated your dad like he was his own kid, but he died before the wedding ever happened."

"...Oh. Right. I— I'm sure he must have mentioned him, at least once or twice."

...

Even now, you had no idea whether Luke had been feigning his familiarity with the name you'd chosen for your son. Maybe Anakin had told him; maybe he hadn't: Both possibilities seemed equally likely to you. All you really knew was that Anakin had disclosed the information to you while you'd been sitting on his couch with him, late one evening back at his old house. You'd been drinking that night, just passing a bottle back-and-forth while you watched the news scroll by together— not that you ever planned on revealing to Luke that particular bit of the story.

All Luke needed to know was the name itself, and the barest explanation as to why you'd picked it.

"I barely remember telling you about that," Anakin murmured from his seat next to your hospital bed, glancing up from the tiny bundle in your arms through a few stray strands of his own hair. His eyes were tired, but he looked happy anyway— happier, even, than you'd seen him since that last time he'd smiled at you in the car, after seeing his cardiologist. That hadn't been so long ago; now, though, it felt like another lifetime.

In more than one way, you supposed it sort of was.

Liam squirmed, prompting you to look down at him, too, but he didn't wake up. It had only been (maybe) an hour since he'd been pulled out of you; you'd placed him on your breast as soon as the nurse managing the ward had locked your bed into position and handed him off to you, but he hadn't suckled for very long before falling into what appeared to be a fairly restful sleep.

You hoped you'd fed him correctly: The next time he did wake up, you thought, you would have to ask someone for help.

"We'd both had a lot to drink that night," you said to Anakin, with as quiet a laugh as you could muster. "I'm actually almost surprised I remember— but something about it must have stuck with me."

Anakin chuckled back, but didn't appear to have anything else to say just then— evidently too wrapped up in the baby to give anything else very much of his attention. You recalled what you'd learned from Luke about how he and Leia had come into the world; by the time their dad had seen them with his own eyes, they were already more than a week old: Having been greeted, fed, changed, held, and dressed for days and days by people who weren't him.

Liam, in contrast, had almost certainly seen more of Anakin's face in his first sixty minutes of life than he had of yours— and it was Anakin who'd held him first, and taken photos of him first, too— not to mention given you the most helpful advice you'd received so far concerning diaper changes.

Fortunately for you, not knowing quite how to feel about any of that made it a lot easier to remember to try not to feel too much of anything about it at all.

"Have you heard anything from Luke yet?" you asked Anakin, not necessarily wanting to hear the answer.

"No, but I wouldn't expect him to call me. You should probably check your phone."

It had probably taken you the better part of an hour to shower and dress following your 'encounter' with Luke in the hallway, you thought; after that, you'd spent perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes in transit in the back of the taxi, and then another hour or so being evaluated before your c-section. Then there had been the operation itself, followed by your time in the recovery room, not to mention the time you and Anakin had already spent fawning over Liam—

"...You're right," you admitted, thinking about the way Luke tended to wake up early when he'd been drinking. "I probably should."

Your phone had been wrapped up in the clothes you'd come in wearing, and placed on the table next to the bed: Maybe by Anakin, or maybe by a nurse; you couldn't know. After gently depositing Liam into the bassinet on the opposite side of the bed (lifting your arms to do so precipitated a distinct stabbing sensation in the muscles close to where you'd been cut open, which you expertly ignored), you untangled it from your leggings and lit up the screen.

"Shit," you said— out loud, without meaning to.

"What?" asked Anakin, seeming almost to come out of a trance.

"...Luke thinks something happened to you. I— well, I think he might be on his way here soon." The prospect of Luke showing up at the hospital (maybe even still half-drunk) shouldn't have filled you with dread, but it did. By some miracle, your brain didn't even chastise you for your lack of enthusiasm; maybe, you thought, even it couldn't blame you.

Anakin paused, as if to think. He'd been doing a lot more of that recently, and so it wasn't difficult (for you, anyway) to remember to wait. It wasn't that his brain 'didn't work', as he seemed to have taken to characterizing it; rather, it was that it didn't work as quickly as he or anyone around him was accustomed to it working.

He was still himself, and he could even still act like it, too— just so long as you gave him enough time.

"...How does he know where we are?" he finally asked, all of a sudden making you regret your own patience, at least that time.

"What?" you asked back, this time intending to buy a few seconds for yourself instead.

"How does Luke know we're here, at the hospital? If he'd called, they would have told us."

Great job. Are you going to tell him about the dog tracker you put in his leg, now?

...No. No, fuck you.

"He must have told the computer at home that I lost my phone," you lied.

"Oh," said Anakin, followed by another long and thoughtful pause. "...Are you sure you're okay with that?"

You laughed, and laughed bitterly; you didn't mean to, exactly, but you also supposed that if anyone was liable to understand, it was almost certainly Anakin. "It doesn't matter whether or not I'm okay with it," you told him, stealing a guilty glance in Liam's direction as it occurred to you that you should probably start trying to be a bit more quiet for his sake.

"I think it matters," said Anakin. "If you don't feel like seeing him right now, then—"

"Then I'll see him anyway," you finished decidedly, looking down to offer a poke to your own still-tingling legs because you didn't want to look up at Anakin just then. Something like a cramp seemed to run through one of them; right up into where you'd been cut open, but it didn't hurt so much as it felt foreign: Enough to bother you, but not in a way that was liable to make you say 'ow'. "If I start treating him differently now, it's only going to make things worse for all of us."

"Before tonight I probably would have said the same thing, but—"

"But nothing. Did you forget what we talked about before— when I was still in the shower?"

Anakin shot you a look. "No. No, I didn't 'forget'— actually, I'm starting to think I remember it better than you do; I'm not the one who's been making excuses for him this whole time."

"I'm not 'making excuses'," you said, all of a sudden too tired to bother to mask the hurt in your voice. "I'm trying to hold all of this together long enough to give Liam the kind of life he deserves. He's only a baby; he can't grow up with Luke and I hating each other."

"He doesn't have to." Anakin looked past you, and over at the little hospital bassinet instead. "...I really wasn't joking when I said I thought you should call someone. If you leave now, Luke will—"

"Luke will dump you in the veteran's home, and none of us will ever see each other again," you hissed, cutting him off as sharply and deliberately as you could without shouting at him. "You say you haven't forgotten, but we've been over this more than once, and—"

"And every single time we do 'go over it', it gets worse! I didn't agree to move in because I thought it was a good idea; I did it to make you happy— because you thought we could keep flying under the radar, and I wanted to trust you. We're not anymore, though, whether we like it or not, and Luke—"

"Luke is going to be a great dad! You might not have been able to give him the tools to be a husband, but I know he's going to be a good father; all you have to do is let him try. Anyway, I need him as much as I need you... especially now," you added, with yet another glance in the direction of Liam's tiny, sleeping form.

"You don't need either of us," said Anakin, shaking his head. "You could do it alone, and I think you probably should."

You winced at his bluntness, not that you hadn't expected it. He'd said the same thing about Leia and her boyfriend, after all: Projecting his own fears around intimacy onto the people he cared about; pretending it was hard-earned wisdom instead. You supposed he could very well have been both 'correct' and 'projecting' at the same time, but...

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AND THAT'S IT FOR NOW. i was tired last night and whatever else i wrote after that is still gibberish. back to it tonight, though, i hope. i would be lying if i said i didn't feel anxious and rusty, but it's okay to feel that way once in a while.

anyway... 'Liam' is a deliberate reference to Liam Neeson, because of course 'Qui-Gon' doesn't exactly fit into the AU. I wasn't sure whether it was a good idea to shoehorn a brand-new character into anakin's past for the sole purpose of justifying the name, but at the end of the day, it's not the clumsiest thing i've ever done as a writer (even within this story).

there's a chance i might go back and add a scene to an earlier chapter so that it isn't too jarring to new readers, but part of me also thinks it's fine the way it is. they've had lots of time to talk, frankly, and we were never going to hear all of the conversations, were we...?

anyway, i'm obviously not going to tag the ships or let people reblog this... but if you happen to know of someone who might appreciate it, you're more than welcome to link them. hopefully i'll see you again soon.

thank you, @lilahelynora — and everyone/anyone else who's been in any way patient with me recently (i'd tag a few other special people too, but frankly i don't want to bother them). it all means more than you know.

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter sixteen

Soon after we finished our meals, Rex gave the order for everyone to get some sleep. Everyone helped clean up before we all parted ways. Rex and I walked together to our quarters - considering they were next to one another. "Nervous?" He asked. "Eh..no, not really." I said looking a head. "I just look forward to destroying some clankers" I look up at him and smirk. "That's my girl" he laughs. That's my girl....Maker I'll be playing that over and over in my head until the end of time. I can't help the smile that grows on my face from the warm feeling I get. I opt to tease him, "my girl huh?" I raise a brow at him. He rubs the back of his neck "if I over stepped...I'm sorry...I-" "Rex, Udesii (relax) you didn't over step". "Oh...alright" he laughs nervously. "Can I ask you something?" I'm feeling rather bold - I've been wanting to ask but I was afraid I'd scare him off. "Uh..sure" he replies. "Do I make you nervous?" I ask. He cocks his head at me, "I mean, it's just, when we are alone. Sometimes I feel like I make you nervous and I don't want you to feel that way around me" I ramble. "You don't make me nervous Raven" he sighs almost like he realized something. "Oh okay, good" I say. Osik...why can't you just tell him...are yo afraid he will reject you? Maybe that why he gets nervous around me when I flirt with him. We make it to my door and say our good nights. I head in my room and get around for bed.

Morning comes and I'm rearing and ready to go. I know it will be a bit of a journey on the ship but I'm looking forward to the scene change. I gather the rest of my belongings and make it to the hangar by 0530. I'm the only one there....well other than the mechanics and crew getting the Resolute ready. I lay my armor case down and sit on top of it. After about 10-15 minutes I can hear familiar voices. Fives and Echo are the first two to the hangar and they notice me. "Like a sen'ika (little bird) on a perch" Five teases. "Very funny" I roll my eyes. "Ooh I'm totally calling you that from now on...Sen'ika" he playfully nudges Echo to get approval. Echo nods "It's got a nice ring to it". The rest of the squad shows up in pairs until we are just waiting for Rex. I'm sure the poor man has been up busting his sheb (ass). Just then, Rex comes in with Anakin, Ahsoka, and the new 501st group behind. "Look out...shinies" Jesse and Fives tease the new group. "Attention"  I remind them, we all stand and salute. "At ease" Anakin says when we gets over to us. We all relax. I hear the ramp to the ship drop down behind us. "Good timing" says Ahsoka. I nod my 'good morning' to Rex and he reciprocates.

We all grab our things and head inside "First time on a venator?" Asks Echo. "Actually, yeah it is" I say almost feeling embarrassed. "Don't worry Sen'ika, we can give you the tour" says Fives putting his arms around Echo's and my shoulders. "First things first, I need to find my quarters" I say poking Fives in the side. He removes his arms from me and Echo, "Hey Cap!" He yells. "Yes Fives?" He asks glancing between the three of us. "Do you know where  Sen'ika will be staying?" He asks putting emphasis on the new nickname. "uh, let me check" he says looking at a data pad. "You'll be right down the hall from me. I can show you the way" he says looking up. "We will catch up with you later, bye" Fives spits out quickly and drags Echo away. Rex raises a brow "Sen'ika?" He asks. "Don't even get me started" I roll my eyes causing him to laugh. "Alright, this way". He leads me down the hall to my room which looks oddly similar to the one I have in the barracks. "You know what they say...home is where you make it" I say sarcastically. Rex laughs "I'm right down the hall again if you need me". I put my stuff away and there's a knock on my door shortly after. Before I can even get up to open it, its flying open with Fives and Echo right behind it. "Tour time!" Fives says. They give me a quick tour, showing my Fives favorite places first before Echo shows the more practical places.

We end with the mess hall where the rest of the squad is currently getting breakfast. We get in line and there's an announcement over the comms "Resolute to all passengers, be aware we are taking off. Resolute on route to Aargonar". "And we're off" says Echo. "It's going to take us about one rotation to get to Aargonar, might want to get comfortable" Fives complains. "hey it would be worse" I laugh. We sit down and eat our food, not long after a trooper comes get Rex and I to head to the bridge. "Sorry I know you guys are settling in but I figured I'd give you and update a head of time" begins Anakin. "When we get in range, We will send down a drop ship for you guys and the squad to infiltrate the base. While we take 4 drop ships land out here, to create our distraction. Any extra supplies you might need can be on a ship waiting for the call" He continues. "Sounds good to me Sir" says Rex. "I agree" I say. "Good now to get comfortable we've got about 20 hours until we need to get ready" Anakin finishes. "Sir yes sir" both Rex and I say together.

We head out the blast door and get in the turbo lift. "How are you going to spent the rest of the trip Captain?" I playfully ask Rex. He sighs, "I better finish that draft". "Well don't have too much fun without me" I wink at him. "Wouldn't dream of it" he replies with a smile. "If you need a break let me know. I'll come hang out with you, pass the time" I continue. He smiles "I'd like that".

I head off toward my quarters to get a nap in while I can. There's a knock on my door. Now what. I open it to see Echo standing there. "What's up?" I ask. "I hate to ask but uh, can I take a nap here..... Hardcase and Fives wanna play cards and they're making too much noise" that classic Echo innocence showing through. "Sure, I was about to do the same" I smile. He comes in, "You hog the bed though and we will have a problem" I tease. "I was just gunna sleep on the floor" he says watching me crawl into my bed. "Echo, you're not sleeping on the floor before a fight.....there's enough room in here I swear" I scold him. He crawls in next to me and we both lay on our backs in silence. Echo breaks the silence "You know, Fives and I have been trying to get Rex to ask you out". I shot up and looked over at him "Pare! (hang on)". "Look we know he likes you and you, like him" he smirks. "Echo- I- how?" I ask. "You don't think we don't see you stealing glances at one another, when the other isn't looking. Or the way you light up at the mention of the others name" he says. I lay back down and pull the covers over my head. "I knew it" he laughs "Rex talks about you all the time too". "Cody put you up to this didn't he?" I ask removing the covers form over my head. "Commander Cody? What? No. Cody knows?" He says in a way I know he isn't lying. "Cody said the same thing you just did. He apparently noticed something I didn't with Rex" I say feeling my face turn bright red. "So you do like him?" Echo asks making me say it out loud. "Okay fine... yes I do. I find Rex attractive. Now go to sleep" I admit. "I think it's more than you 'find him attractive'" he teases. "You didn't come in here to nap did you?" I ask. "Nope....peace and quiet will be a bonus though" he says rolling over. "Haar'chak Echo! (Damn it Echo)" I playfully shove him and he fake snores. "Mmmhmm" I hum before rolling the other way and fall asleep.

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I wake up having forgotten Echo was in my bed. I rolled over and he was snoring away next to me. I decide to let him sleep and crept over him. It's only been about 4 hours. I should go check on Rex...but first a shower would be great. I look over and see Echo still snoring. He'll be fine. I shower quickly not bothering to dry my hair and letting it go natural, throw on a black tank top, and my flught suit tying the sleeves around my waste. When I come out of the fresher, I check to see if Echo is where I left him. He hasn't moved. Quietly I tie my boots and grab my vambraces.

When I'm outside my door I use the left one to comm Rex. He picks up "Captain Rex". "Hope you aren't working too hard....Captain" I say through a grin. "I was just finishing up actually" He laughs. "Good I'll come find you". "Actually I'm on my way to you. Going to freshen up quick if you don't mind" He says. "Oh Rex don't put your makeup on just for me" I can practically hear him rolls his eyes at me. "I'll see you soon" He says before ending the link.

Before I know it he's making his way down the hall at me. I see him give my a once over with his eyes. I give him a look letting him know he's been caught. He rubs the back of his neck "I'll be out in a second" He says heading to his quarters. When be comes out we start walking towards the main hallways. I tell him about Echo coming to my room for a nap - leaving out why he actually was there. "Sounds about right" he laughs. I play with the sleeves around my waste. "I'm gunna say something and you don't have to respond or say anything back but I just want to get it off my chest" I start to explain. Rex quirks his eye brow "okay?". "I think I have feelings for you" I blurt out. "Now that I think about it this may not have been the best time to tell you but I did and here we are" I laugh nervously to myself. Rex looks genuinely shocked and we stare at one another in silence.

Masterlist

[irisopranta]

☕ - Preparing or enjoying a nice beverage.

(What else could it be? Although I can’t see why it would be awkward!)

Awkward Prompts

"Oh come on now Estinien. If I could learn how to fell dragons, you can learn how make a proper cup of tea fit for an Ishgardian lord." The two elezen were in the kitchen of the Fortemps Manor. Iris thought it would be a good idea to make some tea while they wait to hear back from Aymeric from his visit from the Vault. She figured it would help ease everyone of the situation and Lord Edmont agreed.

Though Estinien felt that was a ruse. Willingly let a mad woman torment him. Make him do something that he isn't meant to do. He thought. "And why should I? It's not like I drink this stuff normally." he huffed.

"You should. You will never know when you need to after this war is over. Especially, you are one of two Azure Dragoons, I'm certain that you will be invited to all sorts of social events with all things said and done." Iris responded. After a short pause she continued, "Plus it's not like I can make all this tea and serve it by myself."

He grumbled under his breath "I'd rather be eaten by a dragon than go to some tea party with some lord."

Iris looked like she was in her element. After showing Estinien how to prep the cups most of the tea cups are warmed up and ready to go. However, she realized that the serving tray was nowhere to be found. She looked up and down for it. Eventually, she found it up high on the shelves. Too high for her to reach on her own. She didn't want to bother Estinien as she would much rahter him focus on his task.

She got the step stool. She climbed up it but still couldn't reach the tray. She goes on her tippy toes. She was almost able to grab it but as she touched the tray she slipped off the step stool. Estinien saw what happened and sprang into action.

The sound of china shattering and metal clanging against the stone floor rang out from the kitchen. Iris opened her eyes. She noticed that she isn't on the floor but rather there was an arm wrapped around her waist and a hand on her breast. It took her a moment to process what happened. A strong blush crawled across her face until her complexion was as red as a rolanberry.

"Well the tea turn out well for someone that never made tea before." Lord Edmont is happily drinking the tea that the duo made. Iris was having trouble keeping eye contact with everyone at the table, especially at Estinien. At least the tea was made well.

Thanks for the ask @mimble-sparklepudding. I've made it awkward.

[lyaenidae]

One stop on the way back to San Sequoia

The journey back consists of a train ride and a ferry crossing. But they have a long time to wait in between the two, so they enjoy their time in the small city. "Want to go do some shopping with the money we haven't spent yet on our holiday ?" asks Miki, as they walk by a small clothes store.

"It has been a while since we've had new stuff to wear !" nods Kenta. They are in a great mood when they go into the shop, and both find tons of new outfits that they can wear.

Of course, they show each other what they found and keep flirting instead of giving real opinions on the clothes.

"I'm going to go try a few of these things on, behave yourself !" Miki laughs, blushing at the things Kenta says out loud in the small shop. "Mmmmh... I'll try my best !"

She's quite happy with all the outfits and doesn't take too long. Yet, when she comes out, Kenta finds her almost immediately and whispers all the bad thoughts he's had about her while she was getting changed in there. And, curiously, they find a broom closet mostly empty where they hide for a little while. Both of them feel like they're teenagers who just fell in love and can't keep their hands off each other.

After making sure no one sees them exit the closet, they both go back to their browsing, but their brains are even more distracted now. They just have eyes only for each other.

Eventually, they pay and leave, still having to wait for their ferry ride, so they sit down not too far from the port and have small cupcakes and warm drinks together.

"My mom is still texting me about how excited she is about our engagement !" laughs Miki after looking at her phone. "She just loves me so much !" "Almost more than me and Taku, I'd say !" "Was it hard, sharing your happiness with them ? Or was it easier knowing that we're going back home and you won't have to be around your parents for too long ?" asks Kenta, suddenly serious.

"You know, it made it easier that you had introduced the idea to them already by asking for their blessing. I didn't have to answer annoying questions or face their high expectations. But I hope that it doesn't mean that you had to face those when you talked to them yourself."

"No, it was alright, don't worry !" The relief on her face seems intense. And as he finishes his small cake, she gets up and raises an eyebrow. "See what I see ?"

"Aww, you know I'm bad at skating Miki ! And I'm not even wearing my contacts today !" "Oh, just trust me baby, I won't let you fall on your face" she promises, ready to drag him to the skating rink.

And yet, mere seconds after they've started skating, Kenta, unsurprisingly, falls on his face !

But as he get back up, Miki waits for him and tells him to stay closer to her, so she can catch him if he loses his balance.

And it works ! For a little while at least... They skate around for half an hour, and as they get tired, the risks become greater. Until Kenta falls again, but this time, they decide to call it and get off the rink.

"Sorry for letting you down in there, I'm not that great at skating either... At least not good enough to catch you and help you when you're struggling." Miki apologises. "It's okay, there's no one I would rather struggle with."

[marquez-junky8920]

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening wherever you are!

Could I have one with Fabio Quartararo, please? I would like to request with this plot if you don't mind:

Y/N works as a physiotherapist for fabio but they have love-hate thing, you know. Fabio acted super annoying to her. But fabio realized that he had developed that feeling, a feeling when he always wanted to protect her, he always making excuses only to meet her. And maybe a bit of a smutty piece😏 where the two of them were in the same room after fabio got massage and he admitted that the insults and silliness he had been throwing at Y/N, he had done it only to get her attention.

THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IN LOVE I AM WITH YOUR WRITING😔💟💟 it always made my day!

Physio Feelings

Fabio Quartararo - in line to win the 2021 world championship, Yamaha's golden ticket, and your most annoying client. You worked as a physiotherapist in MotoGP, so you saw countless riders from Moto3, Moto2, and MotoGP. Out of all of them, Fabio was the most boyish and annoying. He was always poking fun at you, making annoying noises to get you to acknowledge him when you worked on another patient, and your personal favorite, when he would repeatedly call your name until you snapped at him. Today was no different. You were testing the mobility of Marc's arm after another nasty highside. Nothing seemed out of place, but highside protocol was strict. In strolls Fabio.

'Oh look... It's my favorite person.' you droned out to Marc as he looked at the door and saw Fabio.

'Mine too.' Marc smirked and earned a playful glare from Fabio.

'I'm just everyone's favorite today, look at that.' he sat down in the chair by the door and waited for you to be done.

'You can sit in the waiting room. I'm almost done here and your appointment isn't for another 5 minutes.' you instructed him in your strongest voice possible.

'That's 5 minutes I'd rather spend seeing you do your work than 5 minutes spent staring at a blank wall. I'll take my chances.' he smirked, your eyes not missing the way his gaze fell to your ass for a split second.

'I'm so sorry he's a client of yours.' Marc laughed.

'Me too. Oh I know! I should just stuff cotton balls in my ears when he shows up. That'll do the trick.'

'I'll lend you a pair of my earplugs, how's that?'

'Even better. Glad I have an ally here.' you laughed and threw Fabio an amused look. You patted Marc's shoulder.

'It looks good Marc. As long as you didn't feel pain with those stretches, you should be fine to get back out there. You're lucky you didn't get another concussion on that one. That was nasty.' you handed him his shirt back.

'I know. I live dangerously.' he wiggled his eyebrows and hopped off the table laughing.

'You all do. You're all out of your minds.' you met him halfway for a hug. 'Have a good race.'

'Thank you, Doc!' he waved at you before walking out of the door leaving you and Fabio alone.

'Alright needy, come up here.' you said, ushering him to sit on the table and take his shirt off.

'I just love irritating you. It makes my weekend.' he laughed, laying down and letting you work on his arm. He was only about 3 weeks out of arm pump surgery and unfortunately it was your job to ensure he wasn't in any pain.

'Careful. You forget that I hold the power right now.' you said, pushing on a sensitive spot on his arm and he winced.

'Ow! Okay okay, I'll stop. Fuck, that hurt.' he laughed, still keeping his arm in your grip.

'And yet you still come back for more. Why is that? Are you a glutton for punishment? I knew it, you kinky bastard.' you laughed, rotating his wrist to work the muscles in his forearm.

'No, I'm a sucker for a pretty woman who just so happens to be my physio.' he admitted shamelessly. You were thankful your mask was on so that he couldn't see the embarrassing shade of red your face had become.

'Good lord... Hopeless romantic too? How will I ever resist?' you rolled your eyes.

'It's the French charm. It wears on you after a while.' he smirked, sitting up after you stretched him. He kept his shirt off as he followed you to the small workout area for recovering patients.

'How many chin ups did you do last time?' you asked him, gauging his limit on what he could do.

'Depends... What number will impress you?' A glare was shot in his direction.

'Someone's moody today... I did 10 last time.'

'Give me 20 today.'

'20!? God I might need an ambulance after that many.' he laughed, jumping to grab the bar above him. You walked behind him to setup his next exercise and you couldn't resist admitting to yourself that watching his muscles contract to pull himself up was attractive. Very... Attractive. He was on rep 15 when his arm muscles began to tremble as well as the muscles in his back. That should not have turned you on in the least bit since you dealt with this every single day, but your denial of finding Fabio attractive was coming back to bite you in the ass right now. You snapped yourself out of your trance.

'See? 20 done. Easy. Now onto the next one.' you said strictly, trying to hide the slight tremble in your voice. 'Negative resistance training with barbells. 15 reps.'

'I don't know if I can do 15. This one seriously hurt last time. And I'm not exaggerating either.' you could tell by the tone of his voice and the look in those chocolate brown eyes that he wasn't joking.

'Alright. Do at least 10 and then if you feel like you can, try for 15. We need to get the strength back in that arm as much as we can.'

'Don't judge me if I can't do 15.' he huffed out a laugh as he went through his first rep.

'I'm totally judging you if you can't do 15. That's my job.'

'Well now I have to impress you.' he laughed, working on the seventh rep. He ended up being able to do the full 15 reps, so you decided to call it a day with the workouts since you pushed him a tad harder today. You stretched his arm once more and he had no pain, so you cleared him for the day and shut down the trailer. You were exhausted and in dire need of some rest.

The next day, you had seen just a couple of the riders with their normal stiffness. It was sort of a slow day and you were zoned out on your phone when Fabio came into the exam room holding his finger.

'I cut my finger.' he winced.

'What? What did you do?' you tossed your phone on the table and grabbed some gauze, stitch material, and cleansing liquid.

'I don't know, I looked down and there was blood.'

'Let me see. You may need stitches.' you said, prying his other hand away to reveal a papercut. A papercut... You slapped his arm harshly.

'You're such an asshole! Here have a band-aid and go away.' you threw a band-aid at him and he laughed as he ran away from you. This fucking guy... Even as much as that annoyed you, you couldn't help but smile a little to yourself at how funny he could be sometimes. He had an undeniable ability to make people laugh and you had to admit that it made your days go by quicker sometimes.

After the race on Sunday, Fabio came in and was complaining of extremely sore muscles in his neck and shoulders. Again, you could tell by his body language that he wasn't joking or making this up. You directed him to the massage room and gave him a towel to lay on his bottom half before you turned around for him to strip.

'Where does it hurt the most?' you asked, grabbing a bit of oil and squirting it on your hands. He put his hands behind his neck and motioned down his neck to his shoulders.

'Right around here. It's like a throbbing pain.' he said, groaning when you began to put pressure on his muscles there. They did feel very tight. You could only imagine that it was from hunching over and looking up on the bike. As much as he'd been training lately, it made sense.

'There?'

'Yes, right there.' he winced before melting into your touch as your hand hit the right spot. You rubbed at that spot for a moment before he spoke up again.

'Do I really annoy you?' You could hear almost a twinge of insecurity in his voice as he lay face down on the massage table. Your hands paused for just a short moment in shock that he'd actually asked that question.

'If I'm honest, sometimes you do. But if I'm more honest with myself, I like it half the time.'

'You do?'

'Yeah. You make me laugh even on my worst days here. There's something to be said for that.' your hands moved down to his shoulders.

'You do realize I don't do that stupid shit to annoy you right? I do it to make you smile and make you laugh.'

'Some part of you has to like annoying me.'

'Oh it does, trust me.' he laughed. 'But don't think I miss those moments where you smile to yourself and walk away from me because you're too stubborn to admit that I make you laugh.'

'Shut up.' you huffed out in a laugh.

'You know I'm right. I find it adorable when you laugh at my stupid antics. You should let people see you smile more often. Smiling and laughing suits you.'

'Now you're just placating me.'

'No, I'm really not. I promise. I don't joke around with that stuff. You really are beautiful. I can't believe that you haven't realized the reason I fuck around with you so much is because I like you.'

'You're lying.' you took your hands off of him and let him turn his head to look at you.

'Do I look like I'm lying?' he deadpanned, no hint of this being a joke on his face.

'Why didn't you just tell me instead of tormenting me for months?'

'Because once I saw your reaction to me fucking with you, it was too funny not to keep doing it. You make it so easy.' he laughed, sitting up on the table with the towel still hanging loosely around his hips. To avoid hearing him say something about the blush on your cheeks, you turned to wash the oil off of your hands in the sink.

'And I know that when you avoid me like this, you're blushing. And I wish you wouldn't hide that because you're so beautiful.' he said in a soft voice that seemed to caress your senses in the best way possible.

'You really need to stop that.' you said, drying your hands and turning to him.

'Why? Because it makes you uncomfortable to admit that you find me attractive? Or that you like me too?' he pressed. You didn't have a response other than a blank stare.

'You'd be doing a disservice to yourself if you didn't admit that you like me too.' he grabbed your hand and slowly pulled you closer to where he still sat on the massage table. 'Tell me I'm wrong.' he whispered, his eyes staring up at you as his hands remained on your waist.

'Tell me you don't want this, and I will stop.' he taunted, putting his hand behind your neck and ever so slowly bringing you down to him. Before your lips met, he brushed his against yours and offered a slight smirk.

'Tell me to stop.' he whispered against your lips and huffed out a laugh before connecting his lips with yours. Your hands rested on his knees and he moaned lightly when your nails dug into the skin there. Your brows scrunched together while you battled in your mind on what to do. Should you continue the facade of you being annoyed by him or should you give in to what you were really feeling and really wanting? It seemed your body decided for you when your hands meshed in his hair and you sighed blissfully into the kiss. A small noise left your mouth as his free hand ghosted at your throat briefly before he stood up and backed you against the wall. Your leg hooked around his waist and you kept your arms thrown over his shoulders as his tongue invaded your mouth in the best way possible. All of his pent up feelings and emotions were being put into this kiss - that much was clear.

'Now you really need to tell me to stop before I get carried away.' he growled into your neck as his fingers traced at the hem of your pants. You only offered a pathetic whimper in response and that appeared to be the only answer he needed before his hand was pushing your panties to the side and spreading your folds.

'This wet already, hm? Your panties get drenched every time you see me, don't they?' he smirked, watching your face contort in pleasure as he rubbed your clit.

'You are so cocky. Shut up.' you hissed, shrieking when he shoved 2 fingers inside you.

'Ah ah, try again sweetheart. I know I get you soaking fucking wet. Especially when you watch me work out. Muscles flexing, my grunts filling the room... It makes you think about sucking me off, doesn't it? What I would sound like...' he nipped at your ear before licking a thick stripe up your neck to your jaw.

'I know I've wondered several times how you sound when you cum. How you'd feel as you fall apart beneath me. Whether it's from my fingers, my cock... My tongue.' he drawled out with a low voice and chuckled at the way you clenched around his fingers.

'I wanna make you cum for me. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? Hm?' you nodded your head drunkenly and let out a lewd gasp when his fingers increased their pace. Your fingers grabbed at his wrist and he took the skin of your shoulder between his teeth.

'You can't get me to stop now. You try to push me away, but your pussy keeps drawing me back in every time I pull my fingers out. How exhausting... To be that at war with yourself constantly. Just let it go baby. Let me see you cum for me. Just for me.' his breath on your neck was enough to make every nerve on your body prick up and become hypersensitive to everything - even the air in the room. With a heavy gasp, your body went rigid and you gripped onto him as if your life depended on it. Your climax ripped through you blissfully and you could feel some of your release dripping down to your knees.

'Good girl.' he breathed out a groan in your ear and pulled his head from your neck to kiss your swollen lips. 'You did such a good job for me.'

'Y-you're still such an asshole. You still annoy me.' you said shakily, your knees suddenly feeling very weak when you realized that he was still shirtless and in only a towel as he stayed hovered over you.

'Mm... This says otherwise, doesn't it?' he smirked, pulling his soaked hand from your pants and licking his fingers clean.

'Close that mouth before I fill it for you.' he groaned.

'Sit down.' you said, watching him cock an eyebrow in amusement.

'So you're calling the shots now?' You threw him a deadpan glare before tying your hair up.

'Do you want a blowjob or not?'

'Ooookay, I take it back. Yes please.' he laughed, rushing to sit on the table and watching in anticipation as you undid the towel around his waist. As you deepthroated him over and over again, you couldn't help but think to yourself well... This was one way to confess feelings for one another.

END

[ink-on-the-brink]

Yandere Engie x Reader ~ Dark Nights Come With A Cost (Part 3)

Chapter Selection

Both you and Dell, after packing up, had begun silently walking to the diner. The silence was tense but. Somehow not entirely uncomfortable. It felt more like the both of you had too much to say rather than nothing to say at all, even though the words never really did fall off your tongue. It was about halfway there that a small conversation began. It wasn't anything too significant. Just chatting over small random things, like what he'd been up to that week and what you were planning to do later. Just small stuff like that. It did, however, get rid of a bit of tension as the two of you became used to the sound of each other's voices. It wasn't long before the both of you were at the diner. It wasn't a fancy place by any means. It was small and people came in and sat wherever they wanted to while waiting for someone to come take their order. At the moment two other people were dining, though neither of them took notice of the two of you walking in. Following you, you lead Dell to a table a bit out of the way, preferring the quieter corner.

After taking a seat he began to look over the menu, seemingly not having seen it before. You, on the other hand, already knew what you were getting since you'd practically lived at this place.

"So I'm guessing you haven't been here before?" You asked, your fingers lightly tapping on the table as more of a nervous tick than anything. He didn't look at you, instead still scanning the menu.

"Nope. Been plannin to but Ah never really found the tahme, or anyone ta go with really...got any suggestions?" He explained the mundane answer, the question afterward almost too easy for you to answer. As you went into waitress mode and began reciting your recommendations he slowly looked up from his menu, realizing he probably wouldn't need it. At one point a slightly amused smile fell on his face, your words slowly dwindling as you noticed the grin.

"What?" You asked, wondering if maybe you had said something funny or weird that you hadn't noticed. He let out a short laugh before responding.

"Well ah just find it a lil' funny that you're a walkin' menu" he pointed out, his grin not leaving.

Most times you'd think it was an insult. That he was mocking or belittling you in some way since that's what most people you interacted with tended to do. But something about his harmless smile and his, so far, kind nature made you smile back, taking the comment in jest.

"We'll I hope I'd be after working here for as long as I have" you spoke back, a slight snarkiness in your tone that you rarely used these days. His smile grew as he enjoyed the short banter.

Soon someone walked over. A waiter in his uniform coming to serve you two is what Dell had thought. That was until he spoke.

"Hello Y/n...odd of you to come here on your day off" the man spoke, his eyes purely on you. You quickly turned up to the familiar face with Dell following in the action as he subconsciously began to analyze everything about the person standing near him

The man seemed to be in his late thirties, maybe early forties. Deep brown hair that almost matched the color of his eyes. He had a clear five o'clock shadow that he maybe forgot to shave back down. He held a serious and well put together appearance that almost made him look strange in his uniform.  His eyes felt cold but not uncomfortable, his expression being rather stone-like and unreadable, something that greatly put off Dell already.

"Oh uh, hey Alen. I just came to get something to eat with a uh, um...the tutor I've been seeing. I'm guessing someone didn't show up today?" You spoke hesitantly, your eyes failing to make contact with his.

Dell had to admit being called just 'the tutor you've been seeing' kinda stung. He wasn't entirely sure why, I mean this was the first time the two of you had done anything together besides schoolwork, but he would at least consider you more than an acquaintance.

Maybe he just enjoyed the time with you more than you did...

Or maybe he was reading too much into it, as he is so inclined to do.

Besides that Dell also found his focus falling on the man's strange ways with words and his even more foreign gestures. Dell would have even been entertained by his rigid posture and high-class tone if it didn't seem so out of place.

"Indeed. Anyway, I will be taking your order since this is my job today I suppose. Can I start you with any drinks?" He asked the question and Dell had to hide the look on his face with how strange this situation felt.

Quickly you both ordered your drinks and your meals along with them which meant that, to Dells great satisfaction, the odd man walked away and back to unseen parts of the diner. Once he was gone Dell shot you a confused and put-off look.

"Any particular reason he talks lahke that?" He asked with a slight chuckle in his tone to keep the conversation light. Your hesitance to answer the question only made it worse.

"Oh um that's uh...it makes him sound smarter I guess" you answered calmly, though your eyes seemed to shift to look where Alen had left.

"Hm...it kinda has the opposite effect" Engie playfully insulted, his eyes gauging your reaction to the comment. He found a smirk unwillingly crawl onto your face before you quickly wiped it off and cleared your throat.

"Everyone has their preferences I guess" you tried to hold a monotone voice but it was hard considering the grin you were holding back.

The two of you continued talking, the air seeming lighter than a few minutes ago. Conversation flowed well between the two of you and it seemed almost as if the two of you could continue forever. Even the bits of silence didn't seem too awkward. He seemed to always find a way to keep everything upbeat, whether that was through his smile or his entertaining stories that you couldn't help but laugh at. The food didn't come too long after you ordered since there wasn't really anyone else to wait on. Even with the food the two of you kept the conversation going.

This moment was probably the most relaxed you've felt in a while, which was strange considering you were around someone you didn't fully know.

Or maybe that's exactly why it was so relaxing...

After a bit of a long silence, and a question Dell couldn't bear to keep on his tongue any longer, your peace was about to be ruined.

"...you mahnd if Ah ask somethin maybe a bit personal?" He broke the short silence, earning your attention as your eyes turned back to him, slight confusion and worry poorly hidden in your features.

"...Well I guess it depends on the question" you answered, now not turning away from him as curiosity ate at you.

What could he possibly want to know?

There was another short and this time rather uncomfortable silence before he finally asked.

It shouldn't be too personal, right?

"That uh, lady back there...she seemed ta know ya...ya mind me askin why she was so nasty to ya?" His gauge for exactly how personal that question was wasn't really accurate, especially with the slight shock and clearly uncomfortable feeling it seemed to bring to you. Your eyes quickly averted from him, your mind racing at a million miles a minute.

Why did he want to know? What was he gaining from this? If anything at all.

Why did he care?

"Oh uh U-Um it's...it's a long story- She uh. She used to be my best friend before um...she...uh..." You trailed off, stuttering and falling through your sentences as you tried to explain in short terms what had happened.

He was intently analyzing your reaction. The quickly averted gaze, the tired and hurt expression, the small nervous ticks found throughout your body. Realizing just how uncomfortable the question made you he decided it might be best to let it go.

"Ya don't have ta tell me if ya don't want to. Ah was just a bit curious s'all. Haven't seen much of that hostility around here." he tried to give you an out, a way to dip out of the question.

An opportunity you gladly took.

"Yeah, it's uh...yeah...anyway is the food good?" You completely deflected and, not wanting to push anything, especially after only being called 'the tutor you've been seeing', he let the conversation move on.

"Yeah actually. Better than Ah was thinkin it would be for how little business it has" he complimented, relief moving through your system with his willingness to change the subject.

"Good! I'm glad you like it!" You replied maybe a bit too enthusiastically, nervousness still heavily moving through your system.

It was a bit awkward as you two finished your meals, the flow of conversation slowing slightly as you began to give murmured answers.

It wasn't long until you both finished and the meal was paid for. It felt a bit strange to have him pay for the meal, but he did say it was his treat and hey, who are you to refuse free food? After that the both of you left, the glaring sunset not failing to catch your attention.

"Hm...I probably should have kept an eye on the time..." You spoke mostly to yourself, a sudden unease gripping you at the thought of walking home alone in the dark.

"Ah'd have ta agree..." Dell found himself answering before his eyes slowly turned to you, recognizing the look on your face as he pieced together why that was a problem.

"How far out do ya live?" He asked, a slight bit of concern found in his tone. You turned down to your phone, your dread only increasing as you realized the true time.

The sun would be gone way before you were able to get home...

"Far enough that I'll be walking in the dark" you commented as you quickly turned your phone back off, not wanting to stare at the many messages you have yet to read today.

"Do ya want me ta walk ya?" He asked the question, quickly earning your wondering attention. Your body tensed, your eyes turning to him with an unreadable expression.

Many thoughts ran through your mind at the moment. How much did you trust him? Was he trying to help or get you alone? Was he safe? Well you've known him for a few months now, and he hasn't been anything but kind. And the last thing you wanted was to walk alone in the dark. That was practically begging to get attacked...

You decided it would be best to take your chances with him over whatever you could possibly face alone.

"Would I annoy you if I said yes?" You asked cautiously, still not sure what his intentions were or why he was helping you so much. You felt like you were annoying him, that maybe he was only doing this out of courtesy and you were pushing it.

But then he smiled...

It was a warm, comforting smile, one that shocked still every nerve in your body. His eyes were calm and his features kind. He wasn't annoyed or angered, he seemed almost happy to oblige. You weren't really used to such a caring look so he couldn't have known how strange it was for you to see it.

"Not at all" he answered, his voice somehow calming you further, his presence now seeming more than safe. You couldn't have stopped your growing smile even if you wanted to. Something about his smile was almost too contiguous. It was annoying, but some part of you wished it wouldn't ever stop, just so that you could keep your rare smile, as fleeting as it always seemed to be.

"Thank you" you spoke gratefully and with the genuine sound of your voice alone he found his grin growing. He didn't think he'd actually seen a full smile on you before and he could only feel the slight burning of his chest intensify.

Damn did you look good with a smile on your face-

'Alright, keep it together Dell. Ya don't even know 'em that well' he chastised himself as the two of you began walking, though the shared smiles on each other's faces didn't leave

-

"No fucking way. That's not possible!" You spoke while shaking your head, disbelief found on your face. A proud smile grew on him, his ego showing a bit.

"Yep. Eight full PhDs. Ah've been doin college courses since Ah was twelve" he spoke confidently, his chest slightly puffed out as if he was the most intelligent man to have roamed the Earth.

"Sure, and I live in a mansion five minutes from a private beach" you rebutted, clearly not believing him. It didn't seem to deter his confidence though, likely because it was rare anyone would believe that just on his word alone.

"Hey, ya don't have ta belive it for it ta be true" he spoke without a wavering tone, his wide smile still spread across his face which gained a small grin from you.

"Just because you tell me it's true doesn't mean you're not lying" you quickly replied, his shoulders slightly shrugging in response. You lightheartedly rolled your eyes, taking your attention away from him long enough to realize your apartment was only a few steps away.

"Oh! We're here!...that was quicker than I thought it'd be..." You mumbled the second part, though he still heard you in the quietness of the rather empty street. A slightly disappointed look grew on his face, the walk with you having been one of the more relaxing things he's done all month. Those last few steps came quick and soon you were both standing outside of the building. You both turned to each other, a hidden dilemma soon growing in each other's minds.

"Well uh...it was nice gettin ta know ya a bit" Dell started, his smile faltering ever so slightly. You didn't notice it as a few thoughts began to run through your mind.

He had been so kind to you...

"Yeah uh...it was nice getting to know you too"

He'd stood up for you when he didn't have to.

"Ah'd best be headin off now then, it's a bit of a walk back ta mah car"

And he'd taken the time to talk to you, to listen.

"Um...yeah...that's probably a bit far huh?"

He'd been so inviting, so warm in a world that had always been so cold toward you.

"Yeah..." Slowly he began to turn away, a pit dropping in your stomach at the thought of being alone. The thought of having to deal with the silence that only ever got to your head.

You didn't want to be alone in that silence...

"Wait" you called out, immediately earning all of his attention. He quickly stopped his body, turning his head back to you with a questioning glance. You felt your throat tighten ever so slightly, the words threatening to leave your tounge burning with shame found in what you truly wanted to tell him.

'Don't leave'

"Do you maybe want to come up for a drink? I mean uh...you've helped me a lot today and um...I want to repay the favor you know?" You settled on those words, your eyes turning to look at anything that wasn't him in fear of the annoyance you might find on his features or the blunt no that you believed would receive. When your eyes did flicker towards him though you caught his smile again. You weren't sure what it was about the silent expression, but it seemed to almost numb any anxiety you were feeling.

"Sure. Ah wouldn't mahnd a drink rahght about now" he answered, relief strangely falling onto him at not having to leave yet, especially with the walk he would have had ahead of him.

At least that's what he tried to convince himself was the reason for his relief anyway.

Next Chapter

[metalheddie]

Are You Lonesome Tonight?

summary: Reader and Spencer's relationship is on the rocks, but they manage to work it out.

tw: light swearing, arguments

word count: 2.3k

genre: angst/fluff

a/n: This is a songfic after "Are you Lonesome Tonight" by Elvis! This one is honestly one of my favorites to write :0 and don't worry, it's not super sad, just a little :)(Reader goes by she/they)

This has been going on for far too long now. Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. They felt alone in their own lovers’ arms, he was like a stranger, a ghost of the man they once knew. They loved him still, so much, but he was distant and he never talked to them about the things he was obviously stressed or drained from.

Y/n just wanted to help him but he never gave them a chance to, they’re actively being pushed away and it’s a pain that they never thought they would experience in this lifetime. So they decide to talk to Spencer about it.

“Spence…?” She calls from his bedroom doorway. He’s sitting on his bed cross-legged surrounded by piles of books, and his head in his hands.

The case he had just gotten back from was a difficult one, to put it mildly. Teens held hostage by another student, who was a lot like Spencer. Too smart for his own good and always overlooked by his peers. He couldn’t save them all and it was eating him up inside. He didn’t look up from the page he was dwelling on. Re-reading and trying to fit all the pieces together that he missed. You hated seeing him like this. Broken and isolating himself, throwing himself into his work where he would eventually drown.

You walk over to the bed and place your hand on his knee. He flinches back away from your touch. He’s never done that before and it breaks your heart. You retract your hand and sit on the ottoman next to the bed. You both sit in the uncomfortable silence for a little while before you say,

“Spence… I know you’re having a difficult time right now, but I really think we should go on a walk or something, just to clear your head-”

“No, y/n. I’m fine. I don’t need your help right now. Just leave me be.” He said with venom in his voice. He’s never talked to you like that before, and it hurts like hell.

“I- ok I will, but Spence at least let me get you some water or something, please just let me help-” you tried to reason with him.

“I said get out! I don’t need you here!” he shouted. That was the last straw for you.

“Fine! I’ll leave you here for the next week and a half dwelling on all the things that you could have done when you should be trying to recover from all this. All you do is push people away when you’re upset and you never think of the consequences or the people you hurt in the process.”

You lost your cool then. All the pain you’ve been feeling for the past couple of months spilling out like a dam bursting.

“The BAU’s Golden boy who could do no wrong, huh? Well, I think that’s bull. Don’t call me until you put your big boy pants on and want to talk about what’s going with you.”

Y/n could see his jaw clenching so hard his teeth might split, but at that moment they could care less. She was done being the subject of his emotional whiplash. With that, you left with tears streaming down your face and a heart so heavy you thought you would collapse from the weight of it.

~

It’s been a week and 4 days since y/n has talked to Spencer. There hasn’t been a call, text, email… nothing. She misses him of course, but she has to stand her ground. It’s so difficult not being able to pick his big beautiful brain for ideas for her songs. Y/n realized she depended on him more than she thought. She wants to pick up the phone and call him so badly, to tell him that she’s sorry and that she went too far, but pride is holding her in an iron grip and it’s almost suffocating.

All y/n has been doing is working on their covers and desperately trying to find inspiration for their next song. They haven’t had any luck so far, their mind is too preoccupied with how Spencer is holding up after what happened that night. To try and distract themselves from their own mind, they put on their favorite oldies playlist and lay on their floor.

The first few chords of their favorite song play and then,

Are you lonesome tonight

Do you miss me tonight?

y/n closes their eyes and lets a few tears slip past their lashes. Oh, how they miss their lover so…

~

Spencer hasn’t left his apartment all weekend. Wading in the guilt he felt over hurting the most important person in his life. He hadn’t meant to snap at them like that...or any of the other times it happened over the last few months. He’s pacing his apartment trying to distract himself from his own mind.

On Monday as he walks into the bullpen, he tries to keep his microexpressions in check so the team doesn’t try to profile what he’s going through. All he wants to do is get his paperwork done and go home. To do what? He’s not sure, especially because his partner won’t be there with him. Just thinking about it like that makes him tear up. He’s eventually able to pull himself together with a few deep breaths, but not without Derek catching on at the last minute.

Derek looks up from his paperwork right as Spencer hangs his head in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. Derek knows how private Spencer is when it comes to his love life, hell he’s only met his partner once the whole time they’ve been dating. He knows something’s wrong and he cares about the kid, so he walks up to him and says

“Hey, boy genius, what’s on your mind?”

Spencer turns to him, trying to keep it together. “Just thinking about this case….” He held up (what he thought to be) a random file.

“You sure about that, kid?” Derek said while reaching for said “file” which really turned out to be a loose page of his handheld calendar with a red heart around one of the days.

Derek only had to look at it for a moment to know exactly what was wrong. He was having relationship problems and suddenly he was floundering. Derek knew that feeling all too well, knowing that the job had put such a strain on his past relationships.

Spencer whips around and stares at the page, tears welling in his eyes that threaten to spill. He grabs at it and takes it back without a word. He’s embarrassed and upset and this day isn’t going as smoothly as he’d wished. Derek pulls up a chair and clears his throat to get his attention. Spencer turns to him with a look he can’t quite read. He says,

“Look, kid… I know relationships can be tough, especially in this line of work, but we have to push through the bad stuff to get to the good parts that we’ll remember forever.

Spencer sat in silence, contemplating his words.

“Do you love her?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer.

“Yes… A thousand times yes. When days and cases get really bad, she’s the only thing that keeps me going…” tears glistening in his hazel eyes.

Derek nods and leans forward. “Go to the place you think she might be… you mentioned she sings at that jazz club uptown right?”

Spencer nods, knowing where he’s going with this.

“Ok, so tonight you’ll go and see if she’s there.” Giving Spencer a small smile and pats him on the back.

He leaves for his desk and leaves Spencer alone with his thoughts once more. He would do anything to see his lover again...

---

That night Spencer found himself at the Black Rabbit Jazz Club, all by his lonesome. Sitting at the bar waiting for open mic night to start. He was replaying their fight over and over again in his mind when he heard the first chords of Y/n’s favorite Elvis song flow through the speakers. Then he heard it… The voice he’d come to know and love, filled with honey and gold.

Are you lonesome tonight?

Do you miss me tonight?

Are you sorry we drifted apart?

He turns in his chair to see Y/n, in a sleek black cocktail dress with fishnets and 40’s style heels. She’s always had an affinity to dress to the club’s feel. Her hair is situated to frame her face beautifully and the spotlight she’s given makes her look like an angel, his angel.

Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day

When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?

They’re scanning the crowd to find a spot, or someone, to focus on to pour their heart into. Suddenly a familiar face appears to them in the crowd.

Spencer

It takes everything in them not to jump off the stage and run to him. Instead, she chooses to pour her heart out to him the only way that would seem to fit, through song.

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?

Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

At this point, Spencer is in awe of his partner. Holding eye contact with her as she sings, knowing how much emotion is behind those words. He’s shed a few tears at this point, but she’s not finished.

She steps off the stage with the mic and walks through the tables and chairs in the audience gracefully. She says,

“I wonder if you're lonesome tonight, Fate had me playing in love with you as my sweetheart. Act one was when we met. I loved you at first glance,”

She was looking right at him now, baring her soul to him while he stared in awe into hers.

“You rambled your facts so cleverly and never missed a clue. Then came act two. Honey, you lied when you said you loved me, and I had no cause to doubt you. I'd rather go on hearing your lies, Than go on living without you.”

At this moment Y/n had let go just enough to let a single tear fall past her lashes, creating a faint trail of mascara with it. Though it was getting tough to hold it together, the show must go on.

“Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there, with emptiness all around, and if you won't come back to me then make them bring the curtain down.”

Spencer dropped his head to hide the tears falling from his eyes then. Seeing them so emotionally exposed in front of him like this was rare. Especially after putting up with so much.

By then Y/n had made their way back onto the middle of the stage and sang the ending lines of the song while staring at their lover.

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight…

She reached out to him as she sang, and as the ending chords played she placed her hand on her heart.

After the song ended there was roaring applause, for the performance and the show she put on as well. She thanked the audience and exited the stage. She made her way out the door and Spencer followed. He rushed after her so fast he barely missed her leaning on the brick exterior. She looked up at him, slightly startled. They gazed at each other, wondering who would make the first move. After about 2 minutes y/n reached for his hand, hoping he wouldn’t pull away.

He meets her halfway and they start on the walk home. It’s wordless, but there’s no negative energy, no tension to be felt. As they arrived at Spencer's apartment door he went to unlock it and y/n wrapped their hands around his waist and leaned their head on his spine. A subtle gesture to let him know that they loved him. After going inside and sitting on the couch together, Spencer finally speaks.

“I’m so sorry. For everything. I’m sorry for not being there when you need me, I’m sorry for putting my own insecurities and self-doubts before your feelings, and most of all I’m sorry for being selfish, y/n. You deserve so much more than being cast aside. I love you so much.”

y/n’s bottom lip quivered as she tried to hold herself together so she could speak too. She took a deep breath to calm herself and said

“I’m sorry too. I should have never said those things about you and your job. God, you're wonderful at what you do and I should have never used it against you like that. I was being stupid and I wasn’t thinking. Can you forgive me, even after all of that…?”

He took y/n’s hand and kissed the back of it, he pulled her in close for a tight hug and cuddled into her. She quietly cried into his shoulder as he whispered sweet affirmations in her ear to help her calm down. After a while, her breathing evened out and her sniffling stopped. She moved to be face to face with him and gently placed her hands on the side of his face and pulled him into the sweetest kiss he could have ever imagined. If she claimed her lips were made of honey, he wouldn't doubt her for a second. After a beat or 2, they pulled away and decided to order in and watch Doctor Who, and all was well.

Fin~

[rafesgfs]

love me, hate me - part two

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Christmas comes around and Ransom wants you more than ever.

part one

"You're telling me you actually want to date this guy? The one who can't even make you cum?" you asked, licking the remaining frosting from your finger. You placed the messy bowl in the sink, watching your best friend trying—and failing—to get the egg shells out of the mixture.

Meg gave up, dumping the brownie batter down the sink with the water running, fed up with the shells. "Yeah, but sex isn't everything, you know. I don't know—it's just this guy isn't like my exes. He genuinely cares about my feelings, and doesn't control me. Besides, he made me cum a few times. He's nice."

With Mariah Carey's Christmas music playing in the background, the miniature Christmas tree on the table, and the snow falling, the Thrombey household felt festive. Although, the people bundled up and arguing in the next room—not so much. Yet, neither of you cared while you continued to work, helping Martha out, on the desserts. It wasn't going as well as planned, but you took it as a positive considering you hadn't started a fire. Yet.

"Ah, yes, nice. Can't relate. I'm currently attracted to assholes who have anger issues." you commented, passing Meg the flour once again. Your creation was in the oven, and all you hoped was that no one got food poisoning because of it. Even you couldn't live with the guilt of Ransom, or his touchy father, throwing up Christmas morning.

"Currently?" Meg asked, raising an eyebrow, getting eggs out of the fridge for the hundredth time. She glanced at the direction of the door, the sound of it opening drawing both of your attention. "I'm pretty sure your daddy issues didn't just happen recently. Speaking of which, you may be the main reason Ransom decided to come back for Christmas instead chasing a model around."

You rolled your eyes, sitting back in your chair while contemplating whether or not it's too late to ditch. While Ransom was hot, his spoiled attitude wasn't worth tolerating for a quick fuck. With sarcasm dripping, you sighed. "Oh, how wonderful. 'Cause, that's exactly what I need right now."

Meg chuckled, focusing on the task at hand, trying not get shells in the mixture again. She had held off on mixing the dry stuff, much to your dismay, but to her it made sense to get the hard part out of the way so it wouldn't fuck everything up. Your best friend had just finished cracking her last egg when Harlan walked into the kitchen, Ransom trailing a few feet behind him. The playboy's eyes immediately landed on you, yet you didn't meet his, too preoccupied with the phone in your hands.

Harlan's slight frown lifted into a smile, surveying how messy the kitchen had gotten. "My, my, I wasn't aware a cake had exploded in my kitchen."

Looking up, you grinned at the old man, the smile reaching your eyes until you saw who was behind him. Ignoring Ransom, you giggled at Harlan's remark. "You call it a mess, we call it baking."

"As long as you ladies are having fun." Harlan replied, patting your shoulder before heading off towards his office, too tired to deal with his dysfunctional family at the moment.

Ransom lingered, walking up to you, a smirk impended on his face. Yet, you refocused you're attention back on your phone while Meg left the room, her apron still attached to her. You didn't question her sudden disappearance, knowing she was just as annoyed at Ransom's presence. The man in question peeked over you shoulder to see your screen showing off another man's dick, the words right below it explicit.

His jaw clenched in jealousy. Much to his chagrin, the man's dick was just as big as his own. But, he kept the icy exterior up. "Would it be offensive to ask whether or not your baking will make me sick this evening?"

You scoffed without looking up, tapping out of the dick pic your previous hook up had sent. "Since when do you care if you're offensive or not? Who are you, and what have you done to Ransom Drysdale?"

Ransom shrugged, leaning against the kitchen island while facing your annoyed expression. His smug behavior got under your skin, and the bastard was well aware. "Maybe all this Christmas spirit got into me. Or maybe I'm trying to be nice."

You raised an eyebrow, getting off your chair, rushing to the window, pretending to be looking for something. After a few seconds, Ransom's curiosity got the best of him and he joined you, looking for anything unusual outside. The snow-covered land showed nothing out of the ordinary, furthering Ransom's confusion.

"What are you looking at? I can't see anything." he said, squinting at the general direction you had look at.

Shrugging, you moved back to your seat, propping your elbows on the back of the chair, allowing a smug smirk lift your lips. "I thought pigs were flying. Ransom Drysdale isn't capable of being nice, yet alone say the word. I'm shocked hell hadn't freeze over. Yet."

The playboy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he took your body in, wrapped in his favorite color, the dress hugging your curves. "What's a guy have to do to be taken seriously with you? You and I both know I can give you everything you want, and more."

"Are you trying to buy me right now?" you asked, half teasing, half annoyed. Ransom could not take a hint, and you hated the fact that he didn't back off despite the sarcasm and insults you threw his way.

"I'm trying to be nice but you're making it really hard." Ransom answered, his cockiness wearing off. He was growing frustrated the more you looked at him like he was a piece of trash. All you wanted him to be was nice, now that he was trying to be, you wouldn't believe his intentions, despite wanting to prove it to you.

Pursing your lips, you tapped your finger against the table, the acrylic nail making a clicking noise. "You wanna prove it? Fine. You've got til midnight tonight. If you're unable to change my mind, you have to buy me my spring break vacation, all the fees and expenses."

"And if I do change your mind..." Ransom smirked, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, earning a half-hearted glare. "... you have to go on a date with me."

Ransom nearly burst out laughing from your shocked expression, the genuine look of surprised slapped on your face with the words. You shut your hanging jaw, still not processing what he was saying. "Excuse me?"

"You have to go on a date with me if I convince you that I'm willing to change my, and I quote, 'bratty and douchebag ways.' An actual date where we sit down, eat dinner, talk about our feelings, and get drunk. Whatever happens, happens." Ransom purred, placing a finger on your bottom lip. You slapped his hand away, and his smirked grew. "Are you going to back out of this already, princess?"

It was your stubborn side that made agree, pressing your lips into a thin line, you grabbed Ransom's hand, shaking it. He raised an eyebrow while you sighed. "You're on. Hope you have enough money to pay for a lengthy trip. I plan on drinking every bottle of wine in Italy."

Despite your baking debacle, you left the kitchen, leaving Meg's monstrous creation on the counter along with Ransom. You went into the living room, trying to find the girl in question when you happened to stumble upon Richard. He barely got to say a word before you turned around, and left the pervert behind. It was always a puzzle how Ransom turned out so hot with Richard and Linda as parents.

Climbing the stairs, you heard the family arguing growing quieter with each step. The second floor was almost a safe haven considering Harlan didn't let anyone raise their voice in the upper level, making it the only quiet place in the house, safe from any Thrombey fights. It was a wonder how the family hadn't murdered each other yet; it was only a matter of time.

Unable to find Meg in your shared room, you sighed, patting your body to find your phone only to realize you left it in the kitchen. With Ransom.

"Looking for this?" Ransom held out your phone, coming up behind you. His usual smirk was gone, a small, genuine smile in its place. It made him look less arrogant.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

You took your phone back, half expecting him to take it back just as you wrapped your fingers around it. But he didn't. You realized he was pulling out all the stops, all the little things that you found annoying was gone. He was acting. Eyes narrowing, you unlocked your phone, studying him. "Thanks. I think."

"Meg is helping the Brazilian maid." Ransom answered your silent question. Your thumb hovered her contact, going back to the home screen. Your eyebrows had risen by his mis-categorization of Martha's race and employment. "Pretty sure they went to the grocery store or something."

"Oh, okay." you replied lamely, putting your phone in your back pocket, the tight jeans making it nearly impossible. Opening the door to your room, you stepped in, not giving Ransom another look. But he followed inside, making you turn around. "Do you need something?"

Ransom stuffed his hands in his pockets, the cream-colored sweater shifting with the gesture. "You didn't exactly give me much time to prove myself. And looking around, we're all alone. I can't think of a better time."

As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. The bet was a bit unfair considering how stubborn you were, and the amount of time he had to convince you. But it was a bit unsettling seeing Ransom try so hard, let alone being nice. You nodded, agreeing. "Fine, but can I change first? I'd rather not be covered in flour while you try to seduce me."

"You and I both know I wouldn't seduce you before dinner. There's no way in hell I'd treat you like the others." he mumbled to himself, but you heard it. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of the room. "Yeah, I'll be outside. Waiting. Take your time."

As soon as the door closed, you looked around the room to check if you were being pranked, expecting Ashton Kutcher to burst out of the closet along with a bunch of cameramen. After a few seconds, you came to the conclusion that Supernatural was in this universe, deciding "Ransom" was a shapeshifter or a demon possessed him. It was the only reasonable explanation.

Reaching for the hem of your top, pulling it off in one swift move, dropping it on the bed. Your jeans piling on top, allowing your legs to breathe. Despite Joni's hippie side, she had let Meg sneak in a few joints, the smell becoming stronger as you neared both your suitcases. You didn't think Harlan would be too please to have weed in his house, no matter how lenient he is.

You took your time, a little baffled by what to wear. Ransom hadn't exactly given you an agenda on his plans, leaving you to grab a clean pair of black jeans, and a classy, yet simple, red top. You looked decent enough to fit in a nice restaurant, but casual in case Ransom decided he wanted McDonald's, and most importantly: warm. If he wanted to take you to the North Pole, then he'd have to give you his cozy-looking sweater.

You opened the door, the sight of Ransom rocking on his heels greeting you. His back was to you, his hands inside his pockets as he looked out the window, frost crawling along the edges. It genuinely concerned you how much this man was acting; if you didn't know better, you'd think it was real.

Clearing your throat, you watched him jump in surprise, quickly turning to you. Raising an eyebrow, you tucked your phone in your pocket, meeting his warm, blue eyes. "I'm ready."

"Okay." said Ransom, motioning for you to follow him. You walked down the stairs without a word, the air becoming thick as you walked behind him. The sweater did little to no good disguising his broad shoulders, the muscles somehow still visible under the clothing.

As soon as you reached the bottom, you glanced around, the Thrombey fighting becoming louder with each second. It wouldn't be long before one of them stormed out of the room, muttering a curse under their breath. You'd seen all of them do it at least once. You crossed your arms, wary of whatever Ransom was planning. "Be honest, you're not just going to drive me off to the middle of the woods and murder me, are you?"

Ransom chuckled, giving you a wink as he held his hand out. Without hesitation, you took it. "If I was planning to murder you, I wouldn't do it in the woods. If you're going to die, it's going to be epic."

"Oh, well, that makes me feel better." you sneered sarcastically, instantly rolling your eyes. In the back of your mind, you pondered how long it would take for your eyes to get stuck in your brain with the amount of times you rolled them at Ransom.

He led you towards the door, smirking. "You ready?"

"No. Let's go."

—

"Fuck, baby."

He spent a few moments just staring at your spread pussy, amazed and aching for you more than he ever ached for anything.

"Don't you know why I want you to see it, Ransom?"

Ransom just shook his head without taking his eyes off the your pneumatic body.

"Because it's yours," you sighed. "All yours, baby. You're the one I've been keeping it nice and fresh for."

"Fuck," he muttered.

He kept staring at you, waiting for you to rub you pussy again, but you didn't. You just kept holding it spread.

"Don't you wanna taste me, Ransom?" you purred, barely above a whisper. "C'mon, baby, please. I want you to lick it so bad. I love you so much and I want to give you everything that belongs to you."

The playboy was all but paralyzed by your words. He finally dragged his eyes off your open pussy and looked at your face. You were staring back at him with a glazed look in your eyes. His solid cock was pulsing hard in the tight grip of his fist. No girl had ever looked at him the way you were at that very moment, yet at the same time, he knew you were playing with the hottest kind of fire there was.

"Sweetheart, you know this wasn't the deal." he whispered, distracted.

You smirked. "But you still won."

He finished the thought by leaning down and sliding his tongue up and over your generously offered pussy. You pulled in a sharp gasp when Ransom's tongue lit up your heavily tingling pussy. Your hips rolled instantly in response, your gasps turning to moans while Ransom eagerly slathered his tongue all around your creamily delicious slit. He soon focused his attention on your clit and slipped a finger up inside your hole at the same time.

The man's finger curled and twisted inside you, searching for you g spot while he suckled and lapped at your fully swollen clit. You could barely form words as you gasped and moaned, your luscious body now writhing with desire.

Your pussy oozed heavily the more he licked and fingered you. Your cream was sweet, tangy and intensely intoxicating. Ransom probed at your hole with his finger and the tip of his tongue at the same time, but he soon drew his soaking wet finger out of your hole and wedged it between your ass cheeks, searching for your puckered rimhole.

You gasped deeply and lifted your legs up higher, giving Ransom better access to your asshole. He massaged your tight bud with his honey-coated finger and made deep, hungry love to your pussy with his mouth.

"God god god god, Ransom!" you cried, your hips rolling harder and harder against the man's mouth and finger.

Your body went tense for a few moments and then relaxed. Ransom backed off and watched you languish after your orgasm, pausing briefly to catch your breath. Then you shifted your body and took the hem of your outfit into your hands and peeled it off over your head. Ransom pulled off his T shirt and slid over on top of your luscious body, grinding his rock-hard cock against your pussy as he lowered himself to kiss you.

You whimpered while Ransom's chest mashed down against your heavy, naked tits. They felt amazing against his body, and he was beyond reason when the your mouth opened and set your tongue into motion against his.

Ransom had never kissed any girl so hard or hungrily in his life. Nor had any kissed him back the way you had. At the same time, you were grinding your slick, wet pussy against his cock as hard as he was grinding against you. Then he squeezed his hands in between them and grasped at your tits, kneading them eagerly with his strong hands.

He released your mouth and said," Baby girl, reach down there and put my cock inside you for me. I need that pussy bad, but I can't bring myself to let go of these fantastic tits now that I finally have my hands on them."

You giggled happily and kissed him again while you worked your hands down between your naked bodies. Finally, you got one hand on your pussy and spreading yourself open while you wrapped the other around Ransom's thick cock.

"Oh geezus, fuck, Ransom, you're so fucking hard," you cooed. "Oh god fuck me deep."

You tucked Ransom's cock head into your wet maw and he began grinding his shaft deeper into your sheath. Your pussy felt so tight and creamy, and you both groaned as his rock-hard flesh gradually filled your body. You looked at each other in disbelief, even though nothing had ever felt more right or natural.

Ransom growled as he began to pump his cock in and out of your spectacular body with long strokes. His grip on your tits went tighter and he lowered his head to suck and lick on your swollen nipples.

You whimpered with pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your pussy hard against his thrusting cock. It wasn't long before he was straining to hold on and keep fucking you deep and hard. You didn't make it any easier because of the way you were moaning and your cunt squeezed his pounding cock every time you came.

Finally, Ransom raised himself up on his hands while he pumped your succulent pussy hole as hard and fast as he could, watching your pretty face twist with pleasure while your tits heaved with the force of his lunging body.

"Gimme your cum, baby. I want it in me...fuck!"

With a final, frenzied volley of full body thrusts, Ransom's pulsing cock exploded in your pussy, filling you with a hot flow of jetting spunk.

After, they spent a long time kissing while Ransom caressed the your beautiful tits. He kept his cock buried inside you until his flesh finally started to relax.

You fell asleep in each other's arms, and Ransom knew he had the girl he always needed right there with him. He had been right, all the sarcastic comments and stupid fights had been worth it.

In the morning, Ransom awoke from a haze of dreams to look down and find you lying between his legs with your lips sliding up and down his swollen cock. When you realized he was awake and watching you, you released his big cock from your mouth, giving his shaft a long lick before greeting him.

"Merry Christmas, Ransom."

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. You know the header image placed at the beginning of every episode (portrait of P on the left, black and white sketch of HxP in the middle, portrait if H on the right)? The full image of the sketchier version of the black and white drawing (the version used in older episodes) is actually smut (you can see it on 4chan)… You’d think RS would at least make a minimal effort to hide her agenda to sexualise everything but nOoOoO

From OP, not Anon: Ngl, that shocked me when I first found that out

2. the same-face syndrome in this series is something else, I swear. legitimately couldn't tell Apollo and Eros apart for the longest time. all male and female characters are drawn with the exact same faces. it gets really annoying honestly

3. I don't know if this bothers anyone else (maybe it's just me) but it seems like the characters' facial expressions can be really... off at times? Like, characters will be drawn smiling in situations where it'd make no sense for them to be smiling? And be drawn with vacant expressions in inappropriate times?

Like how (spoiler) Daphne is drawn with a smile when Apollo turns her into a tree (?) when she should have looked terrified???

As an artist who specializes in facial expressions, the ones in LO legitimately throw me off at times.

4. Something that kind of weirds me out about LO is that both Hades and Persephone are kind of awful people (like literally. Slavery, murder, greed, etc.) but it's not portrayed as a bad thing?? at all, really??? Other than a "That's terrible!" here and there, the full weight of what these two characters do doesn't get addressed and is even excused?

And we as the readers are still supposed to believe these two are the good guys? Hades is the king of the underworld, he can do horrible stuff and get away with it. And we already know Persephone won't have to face the consequences of her actions -_-

Imo, this whole story would make more sense if these two were villains/descending into villainy, but that's obviously not what RS is planning.

5. This isn’t a critique I just wanna know if something went over my head, but when Zeus tells Hades to go be king and take Kronos with him Demeter shows up and Zeus and Demeter walk away. Was that suppose to be about Hera getting torn in half or just something we don’t know yet

From OP, not Anon: Maybe something we don’t know about since Demeter and Zeus don’t have a good relationship.

6. After reading the latest chapter where Hades drones on and on to a crying Persephone about how he'll take care of her and get her everything she needs and she'll have a footman waited on her, a apartment with a great view, etc etc.

It really puts into perspective how spoiled she actually is. Like, that chapter was almost hard to read. 

7. Why does RA draw so much porn? It’s so uncomfortable how most of her fans are underage yet she doesn’t even bother to hide the fact that she makes NSFW content 

From OP, Not Anon: Tbf, RS did have her nsfw behind a paywall. I don’t expect creators to hide that they make nsfw, especially since they don’t have much control over their audience. Nsfw is how a lot of webtoon creators make money after all. RS already stopped using patreon though so I haven’t seen her post nsfw or anything that couldn’t be considered artistic nudity in a while.

8. Anybody else notice how Persephone is always portrayed almost as a poor, lower class god who's worked in the fields instead of lived in luxury? "Oh, poor her!"? BUT we have, if my memory serves me, NO actual lower class characters at all?

I don't know if I'm making much sense, but basically the only reason Persephone seems like such an underdog is because RS hasn't introduced a character who has it worse than her. Despite that there are people living in literal slavery while she's living it up?

From OP, not Anon: Nymphs, satyrs, and other mythical beings are lower class in LO. The gods would be considered middle/upper class so yeah.

9. wasnt the original hymn about the power of women and a mother defending her daughter from a cruel marriage by standing up to men and bringing the world to its knees until they finally took her seriously? like thats feminist to me, not claiming persephone loved her kidnapper and demeter is a big bitch for trying to stop it. im not saying making hxp not full of sexual assault is bad, i'd much rather read that, but demonizing demeter for the sake of a man and a heterosexual romance aint it, chief.

10. I love how lo fanart always depicts hades as some young male model as if rachel isnt very open that she designed him off mads and his depiction of hannibal? like maybe they know if they drew him like a 55+ year old man like rachel intended they might realize hes a creep for wanting to bang a baby faced 19 year old.

[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , slight hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐍

he knows what could happen if you remember. he’ll do anything to prevent that.

word count : 1.6k

saudade masterlist .

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀whatever iwaizumi was thinking, he certainly had no logic. honestly, he probably would've been better off just not telling you a thing about oikawa. after all, he should've known from the start it's in human nature to want to push past restrictions forced upon them. and as much as it pained him, he knew he had messed up bad, his anger getting the best of his common sense and regretting it a day later.

⠀he knew you were curious about your boyfriend.

⠀rather, the boyfriend you didn't even know you had.

⠀from the very beginning, hajime could see it in your eyes - the natural attraction your body held as you and oikawa first exchanged short glances towards each other in class. volleyball had taught him to be quite the observer, and you made no effort in being subtle. unfortunately for iwa, oikawa noticed your innocent curiosity as well.

⠀he was afraid to ask you more about what you remember. it was different from the first day you had woken up from your coma, you were completely out of it so your muddled brain couldn't have remembered nor recollected much. now that you were spending regular time at school, just like normal, your memories might have just resurfaced sporadically. as far as hajime knew, you remembered everything, just pretending like you're still suffering from memory loss.

⠀but he knew you weren't like that. you wouldn't do that to him.

⠀you two weren't best friends before the accident, basically just friendly acquaintances who shared the same pain in trying to make the aoba johsai volleyball captain learn how to stop and take a damn breather. you had made it quite obvious in the past that you were an admirer of oikawa's, much to hajime's dismay - but he suppressed such feelings, in fear he'd be seen as too selfish.

⠀and he paid the price by seeing you happy in oikawa's arms.

⠀maybe iwaizumi was biased, but tooru really was more on the shitty side when it came to being a boyfriend. he had asked his peer countless times why he had accepted your feelings when he knew he didn't have time for a relationship; and every single time, hajime would get the exact same answer:

⠀"she made me happy at the winter tournaments, i'm only returning the sentiments."

⠀does causing your car accident count as making you happy?

⠀seeing how determined tooru was to get close to you again, pissed hajime off. what was there to be pissed off about, though? if this was a game, iwaizumi was winning. oikawa lost everything, from his reputation to his girlfriend. hajime was on his way to making you happier than tooru ever could. there was no competition here - he had this hook, line, and sinker.

⠀at least, he should have it in the sinker.

⠀a part of him knew, deep down, he was always default to second place. even without your memories, you still had your conscience, that internal voice in the back of your head that still held its senses. and if your conscience was stupid enough to adore oikawa even after everything he's done to you, how could the ace possibly fight against it? you could've died. and it would've been oikawa's harsh words as the true perpetrator.

⠀he wanted to prove a point to himself, you, and oikawa. that he was worth it. that you shouldn't have to waste your time with a scumbag who took your adoration and admiration for granted. the entire team knew that tooru wasn't the type to put anything over volleyball, and he displayed that when it came to your guys' relationship. while the captain was deserving of any praise he received that was volleyball related, hajime knew that it was unfair for you to be neglected because he spends so much time and energy on it.

⠀"hajime? are you listening to me?"

⠀he turned his head towards you, your words shaking him out of his daze. he blinked a couple of times and sat up, turning his head so his attention was fully on you. "sorry, y/n. a bit tired today. what do you need?"

⠀"huh? i don't need anything." you shook your head. "i was telling you that makki and mattsun were inviting me to go out with them today, just out to eat so they can also fill me in on random things, and to talk a little more. i said yes because they seem nice enough, and you seem to trust them, so i didn't have a reason to say no. i just wanted to tell you because i'm not going to be walking home, so you don't need to take me today."

⠀hajime's heart dropped to the abyss in his stomach.

⠀you were going to what?

⠀he knew exactly what those two were planning on telling you, and he was not having any of it. panic bubbled and almost erupted out in the open, but he saved himself with a deep breath and a plastic smile, nodding his head slowly. "right, i trust them... yeah. you have fun with that." you appeared happy with what he said, giving him a quick hug before walking off. he waited for you to turn the corner before walking off on his own, his jaw clenched and his destination set.

⠀"iwaizumi, where's - " hanamaki was grabbed by the tie as the brunet glared at his former teammate, his eyes anything but nice. "what are you doing? let me go. i'm supposed to be meeting - "

⠀"i know what you're fucking doing," he spat, his grip around makki's uniform only tightening. "this isn't just some random meeting. y/n asked you for this meet up, didn't she? she wants to know stuff, and figured you two would willingly comply." he laughed, more of a mocking volume. "and what do you know, she was right."

⠀"iwaizumi, let me go." the male with pink hued hair snapped more sternly the second time around; hajime hesitated for a few moments before reluctantly releasing his grip on his fellow third year, who pressed his lips together as he fixed his uniform hastily. "you got us," he muttered, his eyes finding iwa's. "she came to us during lunch and kept asking us. you were already on your way back to the table so we simply told her we'd tell her after school. that's all."

⠀"that's all, my fucking ass." pointing an index finger in takahiro's face, hajime shook his head. "you better not tell her about oikawa. she's much better off without that piece of shit in her life."

⠀"but she has a right to know."

⠀iwaizumi's face paled, taking a step back as makki crossed his arms. holy shit, he was serious. he and makki were going to tell you everything. "she's a big girl, iwaizumi. she wants to remember her life before the car accident. i can't imagine what she's going through, having her memories blacked out like that. i know if i was her, i'd want to know every single detail." makki's eyes narrowed. "including the memories that could hurt me."

⠀hajime's hands clenched into fists as he shook his head again in protest, sticking his foot out to prevent the other from walking forward. "over my dead body will i let you do that. the last thing she needs is a reminder of the nightmare he put her through. you won't tell her a fucking word about it."

⠀"or are you just scared you'll lose her to oikawa again?"

⠀just that question was a punch to the stomach as hanamaki observed iwaizumi's reaction. a corner of his lips protruded upwards as he stared at the other male in the hallway, the truth so horribly obvious. "doesn't take an idiot to see how set you are in making y/n fall for you. using her amnesia to your advantage to brainwash her into forgetting oikawa and becoming her new boyfriend... i was on your side at first, iwa. now? you're being just as shitty as he is."

⠀"don't you fucking compare me to him. i'm not like him, and i will never treat her like shit."

⠀"maybe not like shit, but she's certainly more like a prize than an actual person in your eyes."

⠀takahiro watched the frustration boil to hajime's face, taking a deep breath and walking around him before he could be stopped again. "if you excuse me, you made me late. i'm sure y/n will - " he grunted as a sharp pain grabbed hold of his wrist, his eyes widening slightly as hajime seethed at him, jaw clenched and face glowing angrily.

⠀"i said, you're not telling her anything."

⠀"who's going to stop me?"

⠀iwaizumi's smile was anything but pleasant as he pointing towards the school entrance. "mattsun and y/n are waiting for us, right? we shouldn't leave them waiting for too long."

⠀makki's breath hitched in his throat at the realization and cursed to himself quietly, shaking his head as he had no choice but to pull hajime along with him. "your logic is fucked up. y/n is nothing but a trophy for you to show off."

⠀"y/n means more to me than what you could ever hope to understand. keep walking, bastard."

⠀"hajime? what are you doing here?" your face revealed genuine surprise as he had appeared right beside hanamaki, releasing his iron grip on his wrist before exiting aoba johsai. "i thought you were walking home?"

⠀he could see the silent exchange of glances going on between the other two, and he could tell by matsukawa's quiet but exasperated sigh that he understood what was going on. iwaizumi pretended to not notice, however, as he moved to stand next to you. he saw the confusion flickering within your irises, how they were averted towards the ground instead of looking at him. if only he could tell you how important you were to him and why he was acting this way for your own good, maybe you'd understand his side better.

⠀"i figured since i was hungry, i'd join you guys. after all, we all trust each other enough to discuss anything, right?"

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[hellomynameisbisexual]

Here's a shortlist of those who realized that I — a cis woman who'd identified as heterosexual for decades of life — was in fact actually bi, long before I realized it myself recently: my sister, all my friends, my boyfriend, and the TikTok algorithm.

On TikTok, the relationship between user and algorithm is uniquely (even sometimes uncannily) intimate. An app which seemingly contains as many multitudes of life experiences and niche communities as there are people in the world, we all start in the lowest common denominator of TikTok. Straight TikTok (as it's popularly dubbed) initially bombards your For You Page with the silly pet videos and viral teen dances that folks who don't use TikTok like to condescendingly reduce it to.

Quickly, though, TikTok begins reading your soul like some sort of divine digital oracle, prying open layers of your being never before known to your own conscious mind. The more you use it, the more tailored its content becomes to your deepest specificities, to the point where you get stuff that's so relatable that it can feel like a personal attack (in the best way) or (more dangerously) even a harmful trigger from lifelong traumas.

For example: I don't know what dark magic (read: privacy violations) immediately clued TikTok into the fact that I was half-Brazilian, but within days of first using it, Straight TikTok gave way to at first Portuguese-speaking then broader Latin TikTok. Feeling oddly seen (being white-passing and mostly American-raised, my Brazilian identity isn't often validated), I was liberal with the likes, knowing that engagement was the surefire way to go deeper down this identity-affirming corner of the social app.

TikTok made lots of assumptions from there, throwing me right down the boundless, beautiful, and oddest multiplicities of Alt TikTok, a counter to Straight TikTok's milquetoast mainstreamness.

Home to a wide spectrum of marginalized groups, I was giving out likes on my FYP like Oprah, smashing that heart button on every type of video: from TikTokers with disabilities, Black and Indigenous creators, political activists, body-stigma-busting fat women, and every glittering shade of the LGBTQ cornucopia. The faves were genuine, but also a way to support and help offset what I knew about the discriminatory biases in TikTok's algorithm.

My diverse range of likes started to get more specific by the minute, though. I wasn't just on general Black TikTok anymore, but Alt Cottagecore Middle-Class Black Girl TikTok (an actual label one creator gave her page's vibes). Then it was Queer Latina Roller Skating Girl TikTok, Women With Non-Hyperactive ADHD TikTok, and then a double whammy of Women Loving Women (WLW) TikTok alternating between beautiful lesbian couples and baby bisexuals.

Looking back at my history of likes, the transition from queer “ally” to “salivating simp” is almost imperceptible.

There was no one precise "aha" moment. I started getting "put a finger down" challenges that wouldn't reveal what you were putting a finger down for until the end. Then, 9-fingers deep (winkwink), I'd be congratulated for being 100% bisexual. Somewhere along the path of getting served multiple WLW Disney cosplays in a single day and even dom lesbian KinkTok roleplay — or whatever the fuck Bisexual Pirate TikTok is — deductive reasoning kind of spoke for itself.

But I will never forget the one video that was such a heat-seeking missile of a targeted attack that I was moved to finally text it to my group chat of WLW friends with a, "Wait, am I bi?" To which the overwhelming consensus was, "Magic 8 Ball says, 'Highly Likely.'"

Serendipitously posted during Pride Month, the video shows a girl shaking her head at the caption above her head, calling out confused and/or closeted queers who say shit like, "I think everyone is a LITTLE bisexual," to the tune of "Closer" by The Chainsmokers. When the lyrics land on the word "you," she points straight at the screen — at me — her finger and inquisitive look piercing my hopelessly bisexual soul like Cupid's goddamn arrow.

Oh no, the voice inside my head said, I have just been mercilessly perceived.

As someone who had, in fact, done feminist studies at a tiny liberal arts college with a gender gap of about 70 percent women, I'd of course dabbled. I've always been quick to bring up the Kinsey scale, to champion a true spectrum of sexuality, and to even declare (on multiple occasions) that I was, "straight, but would totally fuck that girl!"

Oh no, the voice inside my head returned, I've literally just been using extra words to say I was bi.

After consulting the expertise of my WLW friend group (whose mere existence, in retrospect, also should've clued me in on the flashing neon pink, purple, and blue flag of my raging bisexuality), I ran to my boyfriend to inform him of the "news."

"Yeah, baby, I know. We all know," he said kindly.

"How?!" I demanded.

Well for one, he pointed out, every time we came across a video of a hot girl while scrolling TikTok together, I'd without fail watch the whole way through, often more than once, regardless of content. (Apparently, straight girls do not tend to do this?) For another, I always breathlessly pointed out when we'd pass by a woman I found beautiful, often finding a way to send a compliment her way. ("I'm just a flirt!" I used to rationalize with a hand wave, "Obvs, I'm not actually sexually attracted to them!") Then, I guess, there were the TED Talk-like rants I'd subject him to about the thinly veiled queer relationship in Adventure Time between Princess Bubblegum and Marcelyne the Vampire Queen — which the cowards at Cartoon Network forced creators to keep as subtext!

And, well, when you lay it all out like that...

But my TikTok-fueled bisexual awakening might actually speak less to the omnipotence of the app's algorithm, and more to how heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

Sure, TikTok bombarded me with the thirst traps of my exact type of domineering masc lady queers, who reduced me to a puddle of drool I could no longer deny. But I also recalled a pivotal moment in college when I briefly questioned my heterosexuality, only to have a lesbian friend roll her eyes and chastise me for being one of those straight girls who leads Actual Queer Women on. I figured she must know better. So I never pursued any of my lady crushes in college, which meant I never experimented much sexually, which made me conclude that I couldn't call myself bisexual if I'd never had actual sex with a woman. I also didn't really enjoy lesbian porn much, though the fact that I'd often find myself fixating on the woman during heterosexual porn should've clued me into that probably coming more from how mainstream lesbian porn is designed for straight men.

The ubiquity of heterormativity, even when unwittingly perpetrated by members of the queer community, is such an effective self-sustaining cycle. Aside from being met with queer-gating (something I've since learned bi folks often experience), I had a hard time identifying my attraction to women as genuine attraction, simply because it felt different to how I was attracted to men.

Heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

So much of women's sexuality — of my sexuality — can feel defined by that carnivorous kind of validation you get from men. I met no societal resistance in fully embodying and exploring my desire for men, either (which, to be clear, was and is insatiable slut levels of wanting that peen.) But in retrospect, I wonder how many men I slept with not because I was truly attracted to them, but because I got off on how much they wanted me.

My attraction to women comes with a different texture of eroticism. With women (and bare with a baby bi, here), the attraction feels more shared, more mutual, more tender rather than possessive. It's no less raw or hot or all-consuming, don't get me wrong. But for me at least, it comes more from a place of equality rather than just power play. I love the way women seem to see right through me, to know me, without us really needing to say a word.

I am still, as it turns out, a sexual submissive through-and-through, regardless of what gender my would-be partner is. But, ignorantly and unknowingly, I'd been limiting my concept of who could embody dominant sexual personas to cis men. But when TikTok sent me down that glorious rabbit hole of masc women (who know exactly what they're doing, btw), I realized my attraction was not to men, but a certain type of masculinity. It didn't matter which body or genitalia that presentation came with.

There is something about TikTok that feels particularly suited to these journeys of sexual self-discovery and, in the case of women loving women, I don't think it's just the prescient algorithm. The short-form video format lends itself to lightning bolt-like jolts of soul-bearing nakedness, with the POV camera angles bucking conventions of the male gaze, which entrenches the language of film and TV in heterosexual male desire.

In fairness to me, I'm far from the only one who missed their inner gay for a long time — only to have her pop out like a queer jack-in-the-box throughout a near year-long quarantine that led many of us to join TikTok. There was the baby bi mom, and scores of others who no longer had to publicly perform their heterosexuality during lockdown — only to realize that, hey, maybe I'm not heterosexual at all?

Flooded with video after video affirming my suspicions, reflecting my exact experiences as they happened to others, the change in my sexual identity was so normalized on TikTok that I didn't even feel like I needed to formally "come out." I thought this safe home I'd found to foster my baby bisexuality online would extend into the real world.

But I was in for a rude awakening.

Testing out my bisexuality on other platforms, casually referring to it on Twitter, posting pictures of myself decked out in a rainbow skate outfit (which I bought before realizing I was queer), I received nothing but unquestioning support and validation. Eventually, I realized I should probably let some members of my family know before they learned through one of these posts, though.

Daunted by the idea of trying to tell my Latina Catholic mother and Swiss Army veteran father (who's had a crass running joke about me being a "lesbian" ever since I first declared myself a feminist at age 12), I chose the sibling closest to me. Seeing as how gender studies was one of her majors in college too, I thought it was a shoo-in. I sent an off-handed, joke-y but serious, "btw I'm bi now!" text, believing that's all that would be needed to receive the same nonchalant acceptance I found online.

It was not.

I didn't receive a response for two days. Hurt and panicked by what was potentially my first mild experience of homophobia, I called them out. They responded by insisting we need to have a phone call for such "serious" conversations. As I calmly tried to express my hurt on said call, I was told my text had been enough to make this sibling worry about my mental wellbeing. They said I should be more understanding of why it'd be hard for them to (and I'm paraphrasing) "think you were one way for twenty-eight years" before having to contend with me deciding I was now "something else."

But I wasn't "something else," I tried to explain, voice shaking. I hadn't knowingly been deceiving or hiding this part of me. I'd simply discovered a more appropriate label. But it was like we were speaking different languages. Other family members were more accepting, thankfully. There are many ways I'm exceptionally lucky, my IRL environment as supportive as Baby Bi TikTok. Namely, I'm in a loving relationship with a man who never once mistook any of it as a threat, instead giving me all the space in the world to understand this new facet of my sexuality.

I don't have it all figured out yet. But at least when someone asks if I listen to Girl in Red on social media, I know to answer with a resounding, "Yes," even though I've never listened to a single one of her songs. And for now, that's enough.

[the-lady-writes-what]

26. Mirio Togata

          Theme: Incubus

          Kinks: Wet dreams, somnophilia, non-con, rough sex, breeding

Yeah. I don’t know how male orgasms work, so this will probably be inaccurate. I’m not that big into actually having sex and I’m not in a comfortable level with my male friends how orgasms feel for them. I don’t know what else to tell you.

Very OC Mirio. And you know what else? He’s canonically 18.

Masterlist

Spread your legs for me.

This was a dream and a damned good one at that. Laying on top of you was a young man, ripped like a Greek god. He ordered you around with a honeyed voice. It worked like magic. You opened your legs and allowed him to slip between them. His large, protruding member grazed against your slit before parting your wet folds as powerful-looking hands stood on either side of your head. You stared up from your pillow and into the ocean-blue eyes leering at your body. He snagged your lower lip between his teeth and sucked. 

Your eyes snapped back to the blue ones staring at you. You licked your lips. Your mouth was parched; you couldn't speak. 

You dared to look down at the body shifting between your legs. You gaped at the small bulge in your lower belly, where the cock was fully seated inside of you. Hips snapped into you, making you arch your back of your mattress.

You feel good, don't you, sunshine?

Don't you worry. Let me take care of everything.

Your legs trembled the next morning. It was worse between your legs, and the muscles of your inner thighs ached with every step. Your lower back screamed at you. When you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, you hardly recognized your own reflection. You were pale with dark circles under your eyes. You struggled to remember what time you went to bed. Your mind was running on two brain cells as you tried to work out what happened the night before. You remembered going to bed, but after that, you couldn't remember anything at all. Dreams weren't supposed to be remembered, yet it felt like you had one. In the back of your mind, you saw a man, a handsome man, sharing your bed. He was…inside you. His cock was pounding your insides like nothing else mattered to him except make you come hard. But you couldn't remember if he succeeded. 

You scrubbed yourself clean in the shower and ventured back to your bed. Carefully, you peeled back the covers. Sure enough, there was a wet stain. You quickly tore the sheets off your mattress and dumped them in the hamper. No one was going to see, but you felt better with a clean set. 

At work, people were already noticing the difference. 

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" Momo asked. 

"Hm?" Was all that you could manage. 

"You look like you pulled an all-nighter. Late-night project?" 

You shook your head. "No, just had a bizarre dream."

You flitted away before Momo could see the faint blush coming over your cheeks. You fueled yourself with coffee all day in an attempt to stay awake. A knock at your office had you snapping upright in your chair and spinning around to face the door. Mr. Toshinori stood in your doorway.

"L/N, do you have a second?"

You tried not to rub sleep from your eyes. 

"Sure, what do you need?"

"I'd like to introduce a new colleague to you. He just transferred from a different branch, so I'm showing him around. Togata, this is L/N-san."

You couldn't tell if blood drained from your face or sped towards your face. The other man in your office doorway looked uncomfortably familiar. He was broad as he was tall with a mop of blonde hair. His ocean-blue eyes beamed when he saw you.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, L/N," said Togata. "I'm Mirio. Mirio Togata."

You slowly rose from your chair. You wondered if your skirt was long enough to hide your knocking knees. You reached out to shake his hand and instantly regret that decision. His palm was warm—no, hot. It was hot to the touch, and it took everything you had not to wrench your hand away. Mirio's fingers were giant compared to yours. He gripped your hand almost possessively, but with Mr. Toshinori in the same room, that much Mirio could do. The moment your hands touched, a shiver ran up your spine. You lurched forward and almost fell into Mirio's arms. You clamped your hand over your mouth to prevent your new co-worker and boss from hearing you moan. 

"L/N, what's wrong? You look sick," said Mr. Toshinori. 

"I think…I think I should go home. I'm not feeling so hot." You managed to stammer out. 

"By all means, L/N. If you're not feeling well, you should get some rest. I'll fill out the paperwork, and you can sign it off when you get back."

"Thank you, sir," you mumbled. 

Mr. Toshinori and Mirio left the room. You gathered up your stuff, signed out of your computer, and headed out. As you rounded the corner, you felt someone follow behind you. You turned to see Mirio a few steps at your back. 

"If you don't mind, I'd like to help you to your car. Mr. Toshinori was kind of enough to let me help you since you don't look so good," said Mirio.

"T-Thanks." 

Mirio stayed a few steps behind you rather than walk right at your back. Which you were grateful if anyone asked. The personal space was needed before you passed out. That all changed when you realized that you would have to take the elevator to get to the parking garage below, which meant you had to share it with Mirio standing within arm's reach of you. 

The elevator doors closed with a solemn grumble. Your heart pounded inside your chest. You glanced at Mirio from time to time, waiting for him to make a move. Although what should you be expecting? Were you that suspicious of a man you just met just because he looked similar to the one in your wet dream? Coincidence, you thought. It was all just a coincidence. You were silly, really. A niggling doubt in the back of your mind said otherwise. Mirio didn't just look similar to the man in your dream, he was too tentative, and the way his eyes followed you around should have shot up several red flags. You ignored it in favor of acting like a sensible, rational human being. 

Mirio caught you looking at him once or twice on the way down that seemed to take a century. He merely smiled and kept his hands to himself. If he indeed was the man from your dream, then he would hesitate to put his hands all over you the moment the elevator's doors closed shut. Someone like that wouldn't give a damn about the security cameras either. His smile made you melt; you were practically a puddle when you exited the elevator. Mirio followed behind as you sprinted for your car. You bit your lip. Was this such a good idea to let a strange know what kind of car you drive and what your license plate read? No, no, that couldn't be the same kind of man Mirio was. He was too polite for that creepiness. 

You made it to your car without further incident. Your heart still raced a mile a minute. Mirio stood in the periphery of your vision, never far from your sight. He remained a respectful distance away. 

"Thank you so much for your help. I hope we get to work on future projects together," you said as you fished your car keys out of your purse.

"Let me get the door for you."

Mirio moved so quickly that you didn't have time to protest. He plucked the keys from your hand, pressed the button that would unlock the car, and opened the driver-side door for you. Puzzled, you didn't think twice about the matter. You settled your stuff in the passenger seat next to you and buckled in. You bated your eyelashes without thinking anything wrong. A little flirting never hurt right. 

"Thank you," you said. 

"Not a problem." Mirio beamed. His smile could melt icecaps.

Shutting the door, Mirio leaned through the window you don't remember rolling down. 

"I'll see you tonight." His voice was velveteen. 

Your brows furrowed at his meaning. You were a deer caught in a pair of headlights when you turned to look at him. Those same ocean-blue eyes held a darker intent than merely working with you. It was the vastness of the open sea, cold and ruthless. His eyes were a void meant to suck you in and drown you in their maddening depths. Mirio's smile dimmed to a smirk, and he walked away. You watched him from your car how he turned away, walked back to the elevator, and climb inside. Before the doors closed him in, you swore that Mirio winked at you before disappearing. 

The rest of your day was a blur. You dressed in your favorite pajamas and hoped that some food and mindless channel surfing would solve all your problems. Not only were you not getting paid, but your excuse was also rather lame. As you sat on your couch and stared into your television screen, you wondered when was the last time you got a full night of sleep. You blanked. There had to be a time when you did, but you couldn't remember. Your brain was a jumbled mess, all thanks to those cursed dreams you'd been having. You couldn't even remember the last time you had an ordinary, non-sexy dream with a stranger you hadn't met until today. 

You almost loathed it when it grew dark. Night meant bedtime, and bedtime meant dreams. The longer your brain festered on those dreams, the more you grew to dread them. You looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror as you brushed your teeth. You took a more extended look at the dark circles beneath your eyes and the sullenness taking over your face. Were your cheeks always that shallow? You spat, rinsed, and turned off the light. 

Mirio slipped through every wall and door to get inside your apartment. He would climb through every fence in the world just to get to you. Your scent was absolutely divine; it drove him insane with want. He licked his lips as he broke past the last barrier keeping you from him. The path to the bedroom was easy and one that he knew like the back of his hand. Mirio mapped out your entire apartment during his nightly trips. 

You paused at your bedside before peeling back the covers. Slowly, you got beneath your blankets and pulled them up to your neck. For the longest time, you lay there stiff as a board under your blanket and sheets. Your eyes darted around the room just to see if your new co-worker was lurking there. You set your phone face down on the nightstand after fifteen minutes of you lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. You flipped your bedside lamp off with a sigh.

You closed your eyes, still expecting Mirio to slink in. The room was silent. The only noise you could make out were the soft footsteps from the people in the apartment above you and the gust of wind against your windowpane. A prayer fell from your lips that whatever was coming for you in the night would leave you be.

He stood at the foot of the bed to watch you sleep. You snuggled up to your blankets like a child seeking protection. A few pieces of cloth weren't enough to protect you from him. Mirio crept a bit closer. When he was stood beside you, he peeled away the blankets and sheets. Lavender wafted up to his nose. 

"Changed your sheets after last night, eh? You humans are so peculiar about your habitats. It is a shame, though. I might have wanted you to sleep a little longer in your come. Get you used to it. Oh, well."

His hands worked the buttons of your sleep shirt, and the silken fabric fell away with no more than a gentle tug. Your long bottoms made him scowl. How dare you hide your lovely from him. That alone deserved punishment. You murmured in your sleep as Mirio tugged your pants and underwear down in one go. Tonight, he had no intention of putting you back together again. You would sleep naked after he was done with you. The only thing he wished he could do was to see your face when you woke up and found yourself naked. No matter. Good things come to those who wait. 

Mirio wasted no time dishevelling his clothes. Being a demon, he could have easily dissolved them or faded through them. He wanted this to be special and want to remember every detail. The act of stripping down made him feel a bit more compatible with you, a human. It was pretend, a show. Eventually, you would see his proper form and tremble. For now, Mirio settled for having you like this, vulnerable to his power and entirely at his mercy. 

He climbed into bed with you and reclined on his side. His tongue ran across his lips just by looking at your body. You shivered in the cold. You should have stirred and awoken to your body bare of even a sheet to protect you from his gaze. Mirio's magic made it impossible for you to open your eyes unless he desired it so. You were going to belong to him shortly enough, but why spoil it now? Mirio thought himself cruel for dragging it out like this but admitted to liking this game.

Mirio ran a finger down the column of your throat and let it trail down to your belly button and back again. He hummed with delight as he touched your smooth skin. He palmed your breast and tweaked your nipple to a stiff peak. Mirio shifted on the bed until his lips found your neck and suckled. He kissed your shoulders and licked your skin. Mirio's large hands groped your chest. 

"You fill my hands up nicely, Y/N. Your body feels like it already belongs to me," he murmured against your skin. 

Mirio placed his knee against your cunt, rubbing your clit occasionally against the hard muscle. He drew your knees upwards and settled himself firmly between your legs. Kissing your lips, his hands never left your chest. While he kissed your mouth, his hands never ceased to pinch and massage your chest. His cock grew stiff, just thinking about what it would look like sandwiched in the middle of your perfect breasts. 

"More time for that later. Let's get down to business, shall we, sunshine?" 

Mirio lined his cock against your pussy, now soppy wet from his ministrations. He smiled to himself at how easy it was to manipulate your body towards his needs. If you had been awake, he imagined that your eyes would roll into the back of your head at the stretch. His cock slipped in with only a little resistance. Your walls clenched around his intrusion before easing up. His first thrust helped him bottom out. Mirio closed his eyes at the feel of your body wet, warm, and tight for him. For him alone. 

"That's my sunshine. That's my girl. Oh, yes," Mirio grunted.

His hands bruised your hips as he dragged you up and down his cock, forced it to meet him thrust for thrust. While you slept, your walls clamped down around Mirio's cock. He snapped his hips back and forth as he felt your strength leave your body and enter him. Call it 'tit for tat.' Mirio was giving your body all the pleasure it could ever need and the seed it so desperately wanted. The only price was just a little bit of your energy. Soon, very soon, Mirio wouldn't need to take any more from you. He would be able to have you all to himself, and no force on earth could stop him. 

Mirio adored the sweet squelching sounds your pussy made as he pounded into it. You were flooding him with your juices, and you didn't even know it. He couldn't wait to see what your eyes looked like when he pleasured your consciousness. Though your mind was too far gone to realize that it wasn't merely a dream, you couldn't wake up until Mirio wanted you to. This was the way of his kind, only most were one and done. Mirio needed more and more of you to himself. He couldn't stop after one feeding. The only way for him to keep you without draining away your life was a simple spell. All he had to do was get you pregnant. 

You were close; he could feel it. Pleasured seared down his spine and threatened to burst, but he wanted to hold out a little while longer. Mirio moved faster, faster. He saw the bruises forming on your hips, the tighter he held on. He would rather crush your hips than stop when you were both so close. Your cunt squeezed around him. 

"That's it, good girl. Squeeze me. I'm going to give you everything. Better not spill a drop."

You whined in your sleep as you arched your back. Mirio watched your face as it scrunched up. In pain or ecstasy, it was hard to tell the difference. Your body convulsed around him. Your floodgates opened to him and coated Mirio's cock with your come. It was more than enough to allow Mirio to do the same. The searing tingle shot down his spine and burst like an explosion. He stopped gripping your hips to seize hold of the headboard and hold it tight. Mirio shoved his cock in as far as it would go to ensure that none of his come leaked out. He could feel himself releasing so quickly that it made his head spin. When the final drop hit, he slowly, reluctantly, pulled away from your welcoming cunt. Your insides and your inner thighs were covered in him, just the way he liked. 

Mirio dressed then looked over his shoulder at your sleeping and battered form. There were bound to be questions when you woke up, but it was a shame he couldn't see it. He satisfied himself for now by kissing your forehead and whispering, "Pleasant dreams."