#also never expected I'd say a sentence like this but here we are

[pepe-rroni]

the audacity ivan had to get SO upset with patrick for sleeping with his dad after being the one who slept with patrick's twin sister like come on dude

[theflowerrooms]

i have a request (hopefully for some smut) 🙈 youve met Eddie because he was your exs dealer! You want to cop on your own but your shy and don’t know what your doing!

you lost your V card to your ex, and he was a selfish asshole to you, and Eddie could always tell

PLEASEEE and thank You 🥰

{to request} {Eddie’s masterlist} {main masterlist}

Treat you right

Eddie Munson x inexperienced!reader

Summary: you buy weed and smoke it with Eddie for the first time, he doesn’t know you but he knows your ex. He knows how bad he was and he knows how good he could be for you.

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Warnings: drug use, smut, cursing, pet names, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), praise, Eddie’s super sweet but also super cocky, dacryphilia, marking, slight dubcon? they’re both high

Thank you so much for requesting baby <3 I loved writing this sm

You exhaled shakily. Phone in one hand and a piece of paper with a number and Eddie’s last name written sloppily across it. You got lucky, your boyfriend- ex boyfriend Andrew left his dealer’s number on your bedside table. You’d met Eddie on multiple occasions, you really liked him. He was sweet, funny, respectful, incredibly charming. You reminded yourself that as you nervously dialled his number.

“Hello? Munson residence.” You heard his boyish voice from the other side of the line and already you were smiling to yourself.

“Hey Eddie, um, this is-” He cut you off. “I know who this is doll, I could never forget a voice as sweet as yours. What can I do for you?” He chimed and you giggled, blushing.

Andrew really sucked, he never spoke to you so sweet.

You chewed your lip as you tried to form a sentence in your head that wouldn't embarrass yourself. "Um- I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. I'd really like to buy from you, please." You spoke, careful with your words so you wouldn't sound like a complete idiot.

"Awe- y'calling for Andrew?" He asked, as if it wasn't obvious enough that you didn't know what you were doing.

"No- no, um, we broke up a little while ago he uh..." You trailed off, you didn't wanna over share and annoy Eddie. "He left your number at my house and I figured, y'know, I wanna buy some weed- please." You tried and failed to hold in your nervous giggle, you couldn't hear him smiling on the other side of the line at how cute he found you.

"Alright doll, tell you what. Since it's your first time buying from me I'll give you a pretty big discount, just let me know when you're free... and you can meet me, hm?" He offered, voice grainy through the phone.

You nodded, "Sure! I'm free whenever, um, where do you want me to meet you?"

✽-

  The air was chillier than you'd expected, you suddenly regretted forgoing a jacket, and wearing a skirt. You tapped your nails softly against the picnic table where Eddie had asked to meet. You were a bit early, but you didn't mind waiting, and you definitely didn't want to leave him waiting, so you didn't mind sitting there.

  You shivered, and then startled, squeaking as Eddie came up behind you, quiet as ever, and placed his jacket over your shoulders. You blushed and he grinned, rounding the table to sit across from you.

  "Fancy seeing you here, sorry for spookin' you doll." His smile didn't leave his face. The metal of his lunchbox clanged as he put it between you two on the table before opening it. "So. Do you just want what I usually gave to you guys?" He asked, eyes kind and welcoming. You never understood the things you heard people say about Eddie, the things Andrew said about him behind his back.

  "Um..." You trailed off, blushing again. Of course because you always went with your ex to buy weed from Eddie, he'd assumed you smoked it with Andrew. "How- how much did Andrew get usually?"

  You tilted your head and he tilted his in return. "You didn't smoke with him?" He asked and you shook your head. "Have you smoked ever?" You shook your head again.

  "Andrew never let me smoke his stuff. Told me if I wanted to smoke with him I had to find my own dealer, get my own weed." You chewed your lip anxiously as you explained. "And the only people I knew who sell it are you and Tommy Hagan. I don't trust Tommy so..." Eddie nodded, following along as you spoke.

  "And you trust me?" He asked, a lilt of surprise in his tone. You nodded and he smiled. "Well. My van is parked just down that trail over there, let's get out of the cold, hm?"

✽-

  You laughed loudly as Eddie tried, and failed to blow rings with the smoke he exhaled from his joint. You'd never been high before now, and you were loving it. Eddie coached you through it, showed you how to take a hit off of the joint, held it to your lips as you took your first inhale, then rubbing your back through the coughing fit it induced. He even let you drink his water when your throat grew dry.

  Now you sat across from him in the back of his van leaning against the cool metal wall. Your laugh triggered Eddie's laugh and you both doubled over in an intense fit of giggles.

  "I never understood why Andrew laughed so much when he got high." You giggled through your words, you understood now.

  Eddie laughed in response. He coughed and reached out grabbing your ankle, "What uh- what happened with Andrew? Not that it's any of my business but uh- I don't know. I'm nosey." He laughed, straightening himself as he awaited your response.

  You chuckled bitterly under your breath at the thought of your break up. "He sucked at sharing his weed but um, he was great at sharing his time, and his attention... his dick." You snickered and grimaced, watching Eddie's face match yours.

  He scoffed and leaned his head against his shoulder. "That's awful. I'm sorry- what an idiot." He squeezed your ankle in his hand. "I don't see how he could ever hurt you like that... take you for granted like that." He sighed.

  His words had you blushing. "Yeah well, it's okay, I'm mostly over it.  I know that there are other guys out there- better guys." You made eye contact with Eddie for the first time that night, and suddenly the energy of the whole night changed.

  He nodded slowly, mouth just slightly agape. You'd noticed how pretty Eddie was long before you and Andrew broke up. It was silent for a moment, Eddie's hand moved from your ankle to your calf, long fingers wrapping around the underside of it, thumb stroking your skin. "Yeah... there are plenty of guys out there who'll treat you better. You deserve to be treated right." He proclaimed, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Your throat went dry.

  Your legs relaxed, inching apart, calf resting fully in his hand. "I wanna be treated right." Your voice sounded so small and shy. You'd blame it on the weed.

  Eddie's eyebrows rose slightly his pupils wide and eyes glossy. "Let me treat you right." His voice was both domineering and pleading all in one and it filled you with a blooming heat.

  You couldn't find your words, just nodding eagerly, desperately. He didn't hesitate to move onto his knees, leaning over you and gently pulling you to meet his lips by your chin. His lips were warm against yours, you basked in it.

  His tongue glided over your bottom lip, waiting for you to part your lips before he entered them. It was a beautiful contrast compared to how Andrew would just shove his tongue in your mouth before you were ready, or willing.

One of your hands rested on the back of Eddie's neck lightly, holding him close to you while your other hand gently stroked his jaw. His hands found refuge on your thighs, holding the backs of them gently as he maneuvered his way between them. He didn't grind against you or anything, just kissed you, with his thumbs dragging tenderly against the goosebump ridden skin of your legs that were pressing against his hips. He was only willing to go at your pace, which you appreciated.

  He kissed you until your hips bucked up slightly, panty-covered clit bumping against the bulge in his jeans. The whimper you let out encouraged him to push his hips down to meet yours, he could feel your heat through the denim between you two.

  With the feeling of him rubbing against you, your let your head fall back as you whined softly. The sweet sounds you let out had his cock throbbing, and he soon found himself mouthing at the sensitive skin at your neck. "It okay if I leave marks?" He asked, his voice was dark but his words were kind, and you knew he'd listen if you said no. You also knew that you'd let him do anything to you if he kept making you feel good like this.

  "Yes-" and like that, you could feel him pull the skin below your pulse point past his lips, sucking there softly until he released your skin from his mouth and peppered kisses around it.

  You sighed at the cool air on your slick skin, you sighed as he continued kissing down your neck, sucking another mark just above the collar of your shirt. You looked forward to seeing the bruises he'd leave behind.

  You could feel his breath against your collarbone, his hands moving from your thighs to your waist, thumb playing with the hem of your shirt. Before he could even ask you to, you pulled back from him and pulled your shirt off.

He let out a heavy exhale as his eyes fell on your chest, his fingers twitching beside you. “You can take it off.” You spoke shyly, referring to your lace bralette. Your cheeks burned as you felt Eddie’s hand glide up your back, it only took a few seconds before you felt the clasp open and he was helping you remove your bra.

As your bralette fell to the floor of floor of his van next to your shirt, you heard Eddie’s breath hitch. “You are so damn beautiful.” Your heart was racing at his words, racing at how sincere he sounded. You weren’t used to this kind of attention and you were thriving from it

Quickly, Eddie’s tongue found your chest, flicking over your right nipple before he closed his lips around it, sucking softly. His fingers found your other nipple, gently pinching and rolling it until it hardened. The new sensation had your back arching, pushing yourself against him more. Eddie loved the noises you were making because of him, for him.

Eddie’s mouth left a trail of kisses from your breast and down your stomach. His bottom lip pressed against the band of your skirt and he held the fabric between his fingers. “Can I take this off of you darling?” He asked as he tugged lightly. You nodded your head but he didn’t move, “Words, baby.” He encouraged you to speak.

“Yes, please.” Your voice wavered with both nervousness and excitement. The eager smile on his face before he pulled your skirt down had your heart racing and your cunt throbbing.

When he pulled your skirt down, your panties came unexpectedly with them, you weren’t sure if it was intentional or not but neither you nor Eddie were complaining. What you really didn’t expect, was the audible moan Eddie let out at the sight of your naked body.

You began to sit up slightly, assuming Eddie would want you to ride him, but before you could get up all the way, Eddie was already laying between your legs, hands on your thighs. “What are you doing?” You asked softly and he tilted his head in confusion, tearing his eyes away from your cunt to meet your gaze.

He pressed a sweet kiss to your thigh. “I wanna taste you, that okay?” He asked, his eyes were blown out with lust, cheeks flushed red from arousal; still you knew he wouldn’t go any further if you told him it wasn’t okay.

“Taste me?” You asked, you weren’t sure what he meant. He smirked kindly, another kiss to your thigh. You were grateful he didn’t make you feel embarrassed for not knowing what that meant.

He inched closer to you, you could feel his breath against your opening and it made you dizzy. “I wanna taste your sweet pussy darling, make you feel good. I want you to cum on my mouth sweetheart.” He rasped, laying his head against your thigh. “What? Andrew never use his mouth on you pretty girl?” He was joking, but was both disappointed and pleased when you nodded your head, confirming his statement. He was disappointed that a gorgeous girl like you hasn’t experienced that before, but he was beyond pleased that he would be the first one to get to taste you. If he played his cards right, he’d be the only one.

You spread your legs for Eddie and relaxed back, his large palm squeezed your thighs as he held them open and immediately caught your clit in his mouth, sucking it gently, flicking his tongue over it, forcing moan after moan from your lips.

Andrew had never gone down on you before, despite the fact that you’d gone down on him every time he’d ask or even just every time you felt like making him feel good. He’d never return the favour however. You didn’t spend much time thinking about that- or any time at all. All you we’re capable of focusing on was Eddie and how good he made you feel.

Eddie thrusted his hips against the ground, sucking harder on your clit and moaning against it. Your thighs shook against your hand and you couldn’t speak. You wanted to tell him how good you felt, you wanted to let him know how good he was doing, but all you could manage was to moan and whine as you felt your stomach get tight.

He moved his hand off of your thigh and pushed two fingers inside of you slowly. There was a small stretch, but it didn’t hurt, if anything it felt fantastic.

He wanted to fuck you tonight, and so he’d make sure you were ready to take him, he didn’t want you hurting. Simultaneously, he sucked on your clit and pushed his fingers repeatedly against your g-spot. He revelled in the sensation of you clenching down on his fingers. He looked up at you from between your legs, your stomach flexing and your eyebrows pinched together as you moaned, his cock leaked precum into his boxers.

“Eddie-” you yelped his name, hips jumping and pressing down against his mouth. You could feel an impending orgasm, and you anticipated it with excitement. You’d never had an orgasm given to you by someone else.

He could feel you getting closer, he moaned loudly against your clit and you moaned even louder than him, yelling his name as you came. Your thighs shook and your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging lightly as your eyes teared up from searing hot pleasure.

Eddie rubbed your clit slowly as you came down from your orgasm. He moved up, peppering kisses over your cheeks until you came back to yourself, giggling. “I wanna see you, please.” You whispered, tugging lightly at his shirt.

He nodded, “Anything for you.” He had a sing-song tone that made you smile, and you watched hungrily as he pulled his shirt off. You didn’t have much time to admire his toned body, pretty tattoos, you were distracted almost immediately by the sound of his belt buckle.

Soon, you and Eddie were both naked in the back of his van, the windows of which were already growing steamy.

He leaned back over you and kissed you sloppily, hips slotting between your legs once again, only this time no clothes were separating you. “You gonna let me take care of you baby? Show you what it’s like to get fucked by someone who knows how to make a girl feel as good as she deserves?” He nudged his nose against yours, you were growing dizzy with lust and need for him.

You threw your head back as you felt the weight of Eddie’s cock slide against your soaking wet cunt. “Yes, please- please fuck me Eddie.” He loved the way your voice shook.

Within seconds, his balls were pressed flush against you, cock deep inside, you swore you could feel him in your stomach. He was both thicker and longer than Andrew, not by much, but still the difference was enough to have you sputtering.

“Oh god-” You moaned loudly, nails digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he began to fuck you.

He only laughed softly, “Close, it’s actually Eddie.” He teased, kissing your jaw as he hiked your legs up to rest on his hips as he fucked you harder, perfectly hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

You reached down to rub your clit but Eddie knocked your hand away with his own, rubbing it for you. He grinned wickedly at your broken moan, cock throbbing inside you at the sight of the thick tears pouring down your face. “Poor girl, so sweet and messy. Ever been fucked like this before? Andrew fuck you this good?” He asked.

You could only shake your head and cry for a moment before you found your words. “Never- never been fucked this good. You’re- you’re so g-good, Eddie.” You moaned, cunt clamping down on his cock.

Each of you were both growing closer, your hands and legs shaking, Eddie’s hips stuttered and his thrusts grew sloppy. His head fell down to your shoulder and you rested your cheek against his hair. “Cum inside me, p-please.” You whimpered.

He moaned in response, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. The feeling of him cumming inside you and playing with your clit had you arching your back and screaming his name.

You both rested in the back of his van for a while, just holding each other. Heavy breathing, sweat slicked skin, and gentle kisses. “Thank you.” You whispered.

“Thank you.” He answered immediately. “I’m sorry he didn’t take care of you the way you deserve.” He kissed you again.

After you both got dressed again, you grew shy, and Eddie only found it endearing pulling the smile from you that he desperately wanted to see. “I’ll give you a ride home doll, ‘n when you need, or want anything, you give me a call.”

Of course you agreed, thanked him. And as he drove you home and you stared at him with hearts in his eyes, you were so grateful for Andrew. Grateful for him leaving Eddie’s number at your house.

[magicwhiskers29]

What's really interesting to me about Prime Shadow is that he reads as actively trying to sympathise with Sonic in s3e1. A lot of people have talked about the constant saves all episode and yes, of course. There's also something to be said about this Shadow's sense of superiority not restricting him to believing he's just physically better (This one is actually willing to run, for one), but I really want to talk about his expressions, in this episode.

He starts the episode angry. Pretty much of course -- this tends to be Prime Shadow's default. His resting face already looks pretty angry, although I'd say his expressions when he's giving Sonic his "I told you so" are angrier than usual. His motivation is still about saving what of his home can be saved, and Sonic has just messed that up again, in trusting Nine when Shadow specifically said not to.

I don't think Sonic was wrong exactly to trust someone who looks and can act so much like someone who would never betray him -- it's naïve, but understandable. But to Shadow, it's naïve and foolish. Last season already established that Shadow doesn't have anyone he's close to, so it's going to be hard for him to understand, especially when he could sense Nine's betrayal a mile away. So he angers, and talks harshly and sternly to Sonic.

But look:

SHADOW: We need to leave this world.

SONIC: You don't have to tell me twice.

When Sonic actually listens to him and runs when he says to, he's surprised. He's used to Sonic having his own agenda and not listening, because that's Sonic's biggest flaw in Prime. Sonic quips that he doesn't need the reminder, but yes, yes he usually does, and will still do in this case.

Shadow understands Sonic for his flaws, for better or worse, so he's surprised when they don't act up. (Yet, anyway)

So he initially attempts to offer compassion, when Sonic sees the Ghost Hill inprints of his friends. He doesn't immediately go back to stern yelling and angry expressions; he offers out a hand and tries to understand more. He's not seeing Sonic's flaws for liabilities against him -- he's attempting to work around them for both of them.

He angers again when Sonic doesn't listen and continues to insist of saving the Ghost Hill imprints, but look at the way he talks:

SHADOW: No! They can't be saved. Think about your real friends, the ones who still have a chance. If you want to help them, we need to get out of here.

He doesn't sound that angry at first. A little desperate, maybe, but he doesn't sound angry until his last sentence. His frustration's building at Sonic not listening, and he's having to reason against his own motivation. Does Shadow want Sonic's friends back? Maybe! We don't know his relationship with any of them in Prime. But we do know Shadow wants to get home more than he wants to save them.

It seems then to irritate him to have to use this line of reasoning, but he's not necessarily angry at Sonic for having to use it -- remember, he expected something like this. And clearly does understand Sonic's flaws and motivations; it's just that this time, he's not seeing them for why Sonic would be a liability to him, or why he's better suited to save Green Hill than Sonic. This time, he uses his knowledge of them to work around Sonic and keep his help.

He could technically leave Sonic behind at this point. He doesn't know that Sonic himself has actual value until Nine implies what he's found out about Sonic's shard energy later in the episode. If he keeps Sonic with him, he only runs the risk of ending up in the same place as the end of last season, Sonic having made the same mistakes. At least, that's how he could look at it.

But he does clearly care for Sonic. We know their dynamic is odd to others, in Prime. What we hear about their fights at the start of s1 implies that they are frequent, and also that both parties enjoy them. For better or worse (again), Shadow seems to now be aware that Sonic is part of home for him, and he doesn't want to lose Sonic. (a similar attitude Sonic had towards him at the start if s2)

When talking about Nine's betrayal, Shadow's anger is not directed at Sonic. The easiest way to see that is simply that he's not looking at Sonic whilst talking about it, but I think you can also see it in the way he talks about their revenge. When he says, "And he will pay for it.", he sounds like he's attempting to reassure Sonic.

It's worth noting, of course, that Shadow has never really understood Sonic and Nine's bond. He couldn't understand why Sonic trusted him, and he won't understand why Sonic wants to reason with him in the future, so he does think that assuring Sonic of their success in what he perceives as a big step towards their goal helps.

We can also see him being not visibly annoyed at Sonic messing around, in both of these scenes. He's not hostile about Sonic's ribbing about saving him, or his silly teasing about the robot version looking like both of them. He's used to it. It seems he maybe even likes it, if not at least tolerates it. He likes, or at least tolerates, being around Sonic. It's just that his default for getting points across, or when faced with something he doesn't fully understand, or when provoked, is anger. He is not without his flaws too.

He angers again when Sonic insists again on something he sees as futile -- reasoning with Nine. But as established, he doesn't understand quite why Sonic cares for Nine. He seems to make the same mistake Nine himself does in believing that Sonic only cares about him because of Tails, which is not true. He's biased towards Nine because of Tails, but we've seen him be excited about teaching Nine new things that Tails wouldn't need! He does like Nine for Nine, even if there is a flaw in there of him seeing Nine as an extension of Tails.

And then the reveal scene of Sonic as the final shard. After Nine implies something else has prism energy, we first see Shadow stare slightly surprised at Sonic. I read this a quieter realisation. He knows the connection between the energy and Sonic instantly, and looks at Sonic in concern as he thinks.

Then he makes eye contact with Nine, who only confirms his suspicions with something of a taunting glare. This is when he realises why this is important, and that he is definitely right. And then, and only then, does he anger. Not at Sonic again, but back at Nine.

There's a sort of protectiveness to it, this time. There's no "Sonic, you didn't realise this before!?", only an urgency to get Sonic out of there. Not both of them, just Sonic. He wanted both of them out when he had a choice about it, but now he sees Sonic as something valuable to both him and Nine. He wants to save Sonic because Sonic is home, but as he understands it, Nine wants Sonic for power and to jeopardise what Shadow himself wants. And so now, he sacrifices himself.

He knows that Sonic will keep trying to save everyone, and for better or worse (again again), he's who they'll all need to rely on. Honestly, Shadow sacrificing himself is a pretty big display of trust, for him. He doesn't have many other options, but... We know he believes in Sonic's way of finding another way. Rather than losing time trying that for both of them, he trusts in Sonic to find it himself, like he always does.

[arxxq]

• 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘...🌷•

୨⎯ "eyes don't lie, say you're mine?"⎯୧

My first Aventurine x reader post. (also my first hsr imagine post)

Mentions and implied afab/female reader so I apologize for that I will try to make it up by making a gender neutral imagine soon. stellaron hunter reader!! Pure sfw? Fluffy + angst? Mistakes will be corrected once I find the time and energy to reread it. English is not my first language so please keep in mind my usage of words is not advanced and my grammar will have mistakes as well as spelling so bare with me here. Quite long...?

"I hate you..."

Those were the words she always had said to a certain blonde headed IPC executive. She didn't know why she even crossed paths with him in the first place....but unfortunately it was all written in her script that Elio said so.

Like her coworker Sam, her script was also quite brief. Nothing but a few short sentences and it aggravated her so badly.

But lines in her script said she'll break rules one day for a certain man...she scoffed at that fact. "For a man? Really?" She didn't like the idea of so.

But now realising it...maybe that line in her script was for that certain IPC executive.

She hated it. No matter how much she said "I hate you" to him...she always finds herself meeting him all over again. Was she really head over heels for an IPC executive? It made her stomach sick.

"I know you say that all the time," she snapped out of her thoughts when the certain blonde laughed. God that laugh really knows how to make her stomach twirl. "Penny for your thoughts? Or in this case a chip..." Aventurine asks the woman in front while flipping a chip in the air.

"or we could continue gambling though I'd say I would win either way" he always did after all. His good luck is what makes it so unique. "It's fine.." she gave him a short response. "Now hey what's with the cold shoulder?" Aventurine is clearly confused.

The woman sighed looking at her chips. Her gaze then changed moving it to meet his. Now noticing it she saw the beauty in his multi-colored eyes...even if it has no light it still seemed to shine stars to her. She then let out a hitched breath and without thinking she muttered. "Your eyes are pretty..."

Now realising it she cursed in her head...

"I love him..."

"shit I fucking love him..."

"Your eyes are pretty.."

Aventurine's eyes widened in shock. Did he hear that right? The woman who constantly reminded him that he hated her was complimenting him?

"Are you alright you're acting weird," he laughs trying to change the mood but she looked so deep in thought.

He will be honest meeting her a year ago was probably one of the things he still remembers till now. He never expected to cross paths with her either.

"Well if it isn't miss stellaron hunter [name], I never expected to see you here~" the woman in front of him looked at him in utter disgust.

"An IPC executive? You must be under the ten stonehearts then?" Her words were harsh but nonetheless Aventurine was too distracted with the softness of her voice. To him her voice could calm the oceans. It was so soft yet her words were hurtful.

"Ouch [name] I'm hurt, my name is Aventurine of the Ten Stonehearts, senior manager of the strategic investment department in the IPC it's an honour to meet you ma'am,"

That was their first encounter but it seems like he remembers and can recall every single moment they've spent with each other.

Silence engulfed their surroundings, there was no one else there but the two of them. None of them dared to utter a single word. Aventurine gaze lingered on [name] and her words.

"your eyes are pretty..."

Indeed he's gotten compliments that his eyes are pretty, but to him her eyes were much more majestic than his. Sure it never compared to him but he would always get so lost staring at them. As for her beauty that's where he was at first so lost but no he has an answer.

To him she was but a piece of art that can't easily be won through a gamble or any sort of money. She was an artwork that was unfinished yet so astonishingly beautiful that he admired her forever if he wanted to and he would.

He wanted to love her, he did...but he couldn't. It had nothing to do with him being in the IPC but rather his fear of losing her. After all even with his good luck it seems like it has no affect on his loved ones as he lost them once and twice and thrice and he was not willing to lose another one.

It was a gamble indeed and for once he didn't want to take this one...but it was so tempting.

But he couldn't...after all he can't possibly try to love someone else without learning to love himself more.

It was devastating indeed.

"life sent me you, but I can't have you in order to not lose you so soon...."

[name] didn't know what to do...she could tell from afar that the said man never really loved himself...not finding any enjoyment in the things he's doing. He was afraid but he hid under a confident facade.

To her Aventurine was Fragile as a dandelion but yet he was as brave as a wildflower. To her he was just a beautiful boy with such a broken soul yet she loved him. In the start she was in denial but in her script she remembered a line that was long which never was usual...

"Your heart will fall for another, a confident soul yet so broken in denial you will be, you will soon learn to seek for his love. Your heart knows the way so run in that direction no matter the risk and the consequences that will come..."

She now knows what it meant. She loved him and she wished that she could possibly lend her eyes to him so he could see just how spectacular he was in the eyes of someone who was supposedly born with hatred and see the newfangled that dance within her vision when he sees him.

The girl smiled without knowing because in her head she realised that meeting him was destiny's will.

"what chance did I stand against kismet (fate)? Even if I did hate it I don't regret it now...at some point some rules in life really were meant to be broken..."

As for Aventurine the moment he saw her smile...even if it was so small to him it was like a gift from the gods and above. To him she looked like an ethereal yet ghostly angel with a divine smile on her archangel face.

She was like the moon or perhaps the sun? It didn't matter anyways as her beauty was intimidating yet that was the reason she admired her so much. Seeing her smile was the last straw to him. He knew that she lived her life hating on others due to the hate that was given to her...so he wanted to give her a different perspective hoping that it could make her learn that there are some things worth to love

In each of their minds they made a choice...

"maybe just this once..."

"I wouldn't mind gambling my life just so I can love her and this time I'll be sure I won't lose her...so she can learn that there are things in life worth loving..."

"Just this once..."

"I'll adjust the rules and listen to my heart just so I can love him hoping he'll know how amazing he really is..."

There were just two human beings...and sometimes it's never really wrong to listen to your heart and desires no? Because in this life we all live with desires...whether it can be fulfilled or not it was up to destiny to decide.

For these two...I guess you could say that even fate wanted them to love...after all they can't possibly go against that can they?

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(feel free to comment and criticise my work nicely so I can improve!!)

a/n: it's quite long since I written something, so it's quite rusty? But if you've read my works before is there any improvement? This is my first hsr creation and it is about aventurine. Ever since I played the quest I got so attached to his lore and he became my favourite. Hope you enjoyed this. I'm not really proud of this work and I'm not sure if it's ooc but if you manage to read it till the end thank you. Have a great day and I hope that to those pulling for Aventurine..you'll get him since he's out in a few hours.

I have 106 pulls saved up wish me luck !

And all the best from me.

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[manheeiim]

the beginning - rafe cameron

summary: you didn't expect to finally meet rafe after going to your best friend, sarah's house after school || warnings: alcohol, mentions of a toxic relationship at the end || genre: best friend's brother, fluff?, mention of angst at the end || word count: approximately 780

I walked onto Tannyhill, I was shocked at how big it was. I shouldn't have been though, the Cameron's were probably the richest people on Figure 8, so it's no shock their house was this bag and this nice.

My best friend, Sarah, and I were hanging out again after school, just as we always did. Thing was, usually we'd either go out or hang out at my place but my mom was going to be home early today and she was already in a bad mood lately, so Sarah said we could just go to her place for a change.

We walked inside and she led me up to her bedroom. I put my backpack in there before she led me downstairs to the kitchen to get a snack.

I sat at the kitchen island, scrolling on my phone as Sarah got some chips and put it out in front of us before sitting down next to me. I took a chip and ate it as I put my phone down.

"Sorry that we couldn't just go to my place. My mom has been so annoying lately." I complained.

"Ugh, I get that. But, either way, it's fine. No one's home." Sarah told me and I just nodded, eating another chip.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, I expected her dad to be out working, since he often was, Wheezie was likely still at school, and I didn't expect Rafe to be here either since he was never home when we were, but usually at least Rose was around.

"Dad's at work, Wheezie's at school, Rose is at the country club, and Rafe... I don't know where he is and I'd rather not know." Sarah told me, giggling a little, making me giggle as well.

We continued eating our chips and just talking about the most random stuff, as best friends do, but I couldn't stop thinking about Rafe Cameron. I'd seen him in family photos and maybe from the distance, and of course, I'd heard a lot about him, but I'd never formally met him before. From what Sarah had told me, along with other people as well, he was cool- according to other people, not including Sarah- but he was also kind of an asshole.

One of the French doors that led into the kitchen was suddenly opened and Sarah and I both looked over to see Rafe. Looking past him, I could see Kelce and Topper on the patio, sitting down on the outdoor couch and getting comfortable as Rafe came inside.

Rafe didn't pay much mind to me at first, seemingly not even noticing me and definitely not even acknowledging Sarah as he went straight to the fridge, opening it up and looking through it.

Sarah let out an annoyed groan at the sight of her older brother before she looked over at me, rolling her eyes at him being here. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

Rafe took some beers out of the fridge before closing it. He looked over at her, glancing at me for a moment, before looking back at Sarah. "This is my house too." He told his sister before looking at me again. "Who's this?" He then asked her.

"This is Y/n. Leave her alone." Sarah told him harshly.

"Calm down, Sarah." Rafe groaned. "I don't even know how anyone's friends with you." He then told her.

Sarah scoffed, "You're one to talk!" She defensively said back.

Rafe just looked at me once more before walking off, going outside to his friends and pretty much slamming the door shut behind him.

"Well, that's Rafe." Sarah said once he was outside again.

I looked outside the windows of the French door, seeing Rafe manspreading on the couch with his friends. "He seems..." I trail off, not really knowing what to say.

"Like a dick? I know." Sarah finished my sentence.

I glance at her for a moment, the both of smiling a little at what she said before glancing back outside again, this time, seeing Rafe looking at me. I quickly looked away, looking back at my best friend as she grabbed the bag of chips.

"Let's go up to my room. I don't want to be down here near him." Sarah told me and I just nodded, going along with her as I walked off with her, not knowing that Rafe was watching me leave.

Little did I know, that little interaction between Rafe and I would be the start of something much bigger. A relationship. A relationship that'd change my friendship with Sarah, a relationship that'd change me. A relationship that'd be so toxic and unhealthy, but a relationship that I'd never want to leave.

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[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 6

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: I couldn't resist posting this so close to the other part. I'd say I'm sorry for the slight cliff hanger.... But I'm not. Also I've started writing some of the stuff around threshing, what do you guys think Ophelia's signet should be? What dragon will she have? Also what should we make Garrick's signet? I've seen a few theories on his being pain due to his dragons name, and honestly kinda leaning towards it. As per usual if you want to be on the tag list let me know! And if you guys have any prompts or ideas for small little one off stories/one shots, please pop them in my asks! Would love to give some other ideas a go. Probably leaning more towards our rebellion boys (Xaden, Garrick, Bodhi and Liam), but happy to give some others a go.

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Garrick leans against the wall at the end of the bed, his hazel eyes watching me like a hawk. He hadn’t take his eyes off me since scooping me off the floor. I’m a little disappointed he managed to put a shirt on before bringing me here. I could have used the view while the healer works at cleaning the blood off my face and mending my nose. Every time I flinch or wince as the healer works, I swear I see Garrick’s hand twitch as if wanting to reach out and stop her. The healer walks away to get me some healing balm to take with me to help the last of my nose heal and to help with any bruising that may decide to show up. As she rounds the corner, Garrick pushes off the wall and pulls up a chair next to my bed. He reaches up and tilts my head towards him with his right hand. His eyes assessing my face and the work the healer has done. When he’s satisfied I’ve been healed adequately his eyes meet mine. His hand still lingering on my face.

”You two really did a number on each other.” He says with a chuckle.

”You finally going to tell me what the hell is up with you and Imogen.” I say more aggressively that I intend.

Garrick flinches at my words and his moves his hand from my cheek to his lap as he looks down and starts to fidget with this hands. Some of his dark curls falling in front of his eyes. Definitely not the response he was expecting from me.

“I promise you there is nothing going on-”

”Bullshit.” I spit out cutting him off mid sentence.

He looks up at me shocked and almost scared. Something I can safely say I’ve never seen from Garrick towards me. Granted I don’t think I’ve used that kind of tone towards him before in the entire time I’ve known Garrick, which is pretty much my entire life. He hangs his head and goes back to fidgeting with his hands, the chair creaking under his weight as he moves around. Clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

“For me there’s nothing going on with her. We hooked up a few times, but that was it.” He admits, his shoulders sagging with the confession before looking back up at me with sad eyes that almost plead forgiveness from me. “But I made it clear I wanted nothing serious. But it is becoming clear those hook ups meant more to her than just something casual.”

”You never struck me as the casual hook up type.” I admit to him.

He slowly nods in agreement before looking away again, intently focused on his hands again. “Honestly I’m not. But there are times while you are here where you just need someone. And the person I needed. The person I wanted more than just a casual hook up with.” His eyes flick up to mine, and I swear my heart stops as if I know what’s coming. “Well I kind of thought they were dead till recently.”

His words come out so quietly I barely hear them. But I do. My heart rate starts to pick up as his words sink in and silence falls around us as we just stare into each others eyes. There is no doubt that Garrick meant me. It’s not like anyone else has come back from the dead recently. Garrick who I spent most of my child hood and teenage years crushing over, has just confessed they feel the same way and all I can do is sit here and stare at him like a deer about to get torched by a dragon. And I’m sure my face probably looks similar to that deer right now. His words start to sink in as he stares at me hopefully. His eyes pleading at me to say something. Say anything back to him. But I can’t. All I can do is stare at him in shock, despite wanting to hear this exact confession from him for years.

At that moment the healer comes back with the healing balm, completely oblivious to the tension in the small closed off area. “Here you go lovely, just apply it to any bruising as it appears.” She says sweetly as she hands it to me.

I tear my gaze from Garrick as I stand and take the healing balm from her, before quickly walking out of the room. I hear the chair Garrick was sitting on scrape against the floor. As soon as I’m out the door I take off. I vaguely hear Garrick call my name as I run back to the riders quadrant.

Part 7

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[mrrharper]

1000+ followers / Commissions

What's up, everyone!

First of all, the follower count for this blog seems to be glitched, so I'm only 95% sure that the following paragraph is correct. But anyway...

This blog has reached and surpassed 1000 followers, which is kinda insane. Never really expected this collection of my weird little stories would get a large following, and certainly not this fast. And I'm so damn grateful for that.

Especially for all the positive messages you bros sent me. It's such a great feeling when you realize there's a whole community of people that share interests and kinks with you. Thanks for every DM, it's really cool to see a notification about a new message, appreciate that very much.

So I come here with gratitude. Thanks for all the support bros, stay tuned for what's coming next! There are quite a few hot (in my personal opinion) ideas sitting in my drafts, there are sequels and longer stories and more musky jocks and soldiers coming.

I also come here with a proposition.

I am now doing writing commissions - if you would like me to write a story for you, you now have the option to make your wish a reality.

If you are interested, please contact me (through DMs) and tell me what you have in mind. We'll work together and figure out the details. But before we begin, please read the details below first.

What I will write about:

Of course, I am most comfortable with the stuff I've been writing about already - please check out my writing to see exactly what that entails. My interests include jocks, cops, soldiers as well as transformations, mental change, identity change, muscle growth or mind control.

But I am open to other stuff, although in that case I'd like for you, the person commissioning the work, to be more prepared to provide me with the kinds of details you'd like me to include in your story. I will not be able to help you figure the details out as well as with themes I'm more used to.

When writing to me, please be... fairly specific. Come with more than one sentence. If you want to give me a vague idea, you can just send me an ask. Try to also approximate the length of the story, check out my other writing to get a sense of how much detail and story can fit into 500 words.

What I will not write about:

These are my red lines - things, themes, kinks I will not write about because I'm not comfortable working with them. This is not a value judgement - I am not saying that any of those things are bad, that you should feel bad if you get off to stories that include them. With that in mind, the list includes:

Feminization/main focus on female characters

Bathroom stuff (watersports, scat, etc.)

Excessive violence, torture, rape etc.

Chastity

Real celebrities

Feet

Underage (duh)

Inflation/excessive size

This list is not exhaustive, and I reserve the right to say no to your proposal.

And about explicit writing: for now I will not write stories that include explicit scenes, that is characters fucking, you know what I mean. The reasons for this are twofold: I'm not sure in my ability to deliver writing that will be satisfactory in that regard AND it is a grey area when it comes to taking payments for that type of content. So for now its a no, bros.

Pricing:

My base rate is 3 EUR for every 100 words. That translates to 15 EUR for 500 words, 30 words for 1000 words, and so on.

The payment is upfront, the size of which will be decided before I begin writing based on what you'll want and what we will decide your idea needs. The payment will be made through the "commission" section of my Ko-Fi page (https://ko-fi.com/mrrharper). You can also go there and see if I'm accepting new commissions (I will set the number of free slots there and update it).

Other information:

Please, take into account that I have a life outside of Tumblr. I have a family and friends to foster relations with, classes to go to, papers to write. Because of this I might not be able to answer within seconds or complete your story as fast as you would expect or want to, and I ask you to take that into consideration.

After the work is finished I will provide you with the full file containing the story in a format of your choosing (but remember that I'm not paying for any professional word processing software).

I might want to one day post your commission on my blog (with credit). If you'd like for me to not do that, or not credit you, please tell me.

That's it for now, don't be surprised if I add (or ask for) some more details as we talk.

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Thanks for everything bros! See ya soon and Fly Eagles Fly!

[monstersandmaw]

First time romancing Astarion, and I'm all aboard the ace-spec interpretation of Astarion that I've seen floating around. As someone who's ace, I definitely resonated with him in this scene anyway. That hug reaction from Astarion. Oof.

And the fact that if you also romance Halsin, one of the dialogue options Astarion can give you is to say something like: 'it's not because... we haven't... in a while... is it?'... My heart cracked painfully at that, I'm not going to lie. I have spoken almost exactly that sentence before, worrying that just kissing and physical affection is not enough for someone who's not ace. To have that validated by Astarion was really special for me.

(aka, I really didn't get to know Astarion very well in my first playthrough because he didn't approve of my absolute doormat of a Tav (Kaerlyn the drow) and I didn't spend much time with him, but now with my sassy monk...? I get it. I totally get why you all love Astarion so much).

EDIT: additional dialogue from Raphael talking about Cazador indicates that it might be linked to vampirism (my own headcanon for vampires anyway is they can't get aroused without having fed recently, not just BG3 vamps, but in general)

[some poly-ace-astarion thoughts under the cut too]

I'm not 100% convinced that Astarion is really ok with the consensual poly situation in-game, because he famously doesn't say what he actually wants and is the king of manipulating others, especially in sexual situations (e.g. what Cazador sent him out to do, and how). I'm not sure if I'll reload a save and just have Halsin as a friend...

The dialogue when you check in with Astarion before the Halsin scene is... strained? Odd??? Maybe it's just me over-analysing it. He sounded strained though - his tone high pitched and more grandiose than he'd been in previous cut-scenes, where he was more softly-spoken. It sounded more like early-game Astarion to me...

Also, my dialogue options may have been totally randomised the next time I approached Astarion after a steamy night with Halsin, but they sounded kind of strained there too, and I got the 'I can never say no to you' one, which set my ace people-pleaser alarm bells ringing...

As someone who's poly-romantic but asexual, I can project/imagine here that Astarion has come to care for Tav a lot (more than he ever expected, for sure), and he genuinely wants Tav to be happy. He trusts Tav enough to know that Tav respects his autonomy and right to decide things for himself, and values Astarion for who he is, so Astarion is intellectually/conceptually happy for Tav to get something from Halsin that Astarion is not providing (sex), but perhaps emotionally that additional fact and dynamic is harder to deal with.

That could totally be me projecting though, because that's how I'd react if my husband (not ace) and I (ace) were in that situation (we've discussed it between us, actually XD). Feelings of guilt and inadequacy around sex itself are apparently very common with us ace folks, even in very healthy and happy relationships.

Anyway, that turned into a ramble I didn't intend on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I'm not looking to start any discourse about this though. If you don't see Astarion that way, or had a different experience and interpretation, that's all totally valid and I'm not trying to invalidate it in anyway.

[rageprufrock]

can you please share with us more about your experiences relating to your response to the post “if you wouldn’t go to someone for advice, don’t take their criticism either” ?

(asking for a friend who’s struggling at work re: wanting validation and receiving criticism instead)

Unfortunately, very different situation for me. I had a work colleague-semi-mentor who I'd known for a long time, so it took a long time before I could really reconcile that their behavior was completely unacceptable and manipulative. It was a necessary period at the end of an increasingly toxic sentence.

As for your friend re: wanting validation and getting criticism, I do have some generalized insight on that.

One of the most difficult things about a professional career is not having clarity on your performance. Most managers aren't trained on how to manage people, which feels counterintuitive and insane, until you think about how organizations are structured: we usually progress into management after exceling as subject matter experts, which makes sense in some dimensions of work, but is cosmically cursed in so, so many other dimensions of work.

With the caveat that I can only speak to a certain species of Western aligned office for a certain phylum of profit generating organization: something I talk about with a lot of my earlier career employees and colleagues is the deep frustration of feedback, because it's multifaceted.

For a lot of folks it's the frustration and hurt of your manager never providing positive feedback for good work, because the de facto behavior in a lot of workplace environments is that silence is the positive review. It can leave you toiling away without knowing if you did well, or, knowing that you did well and not getting any acknowledgement for it.

This isn't great! A better trained and better prepared manager is as forthcoming with praise and encouragement as they are with constructive feedback. But that's an idealized workplace that doesn't exist in reality, and I think the most important thing to take away from this is that you're not in school anymore, and you can't get your validation from work. Unless you're one of the lucky ones and you work for an organization that's really invested in leadership training, you're likely to have to learn how to cope with this on your own.

You cannot and should not rely on your job for prestige or emotional validation, you shouldn't be looking to build great friendships there, to fall in love there. To be clear: all of these things are possible to gain through work, but none of them are guaranteed or even likely, and no one should expect them. Your job is the thing you do for money, so that you can do other things in life that will validate you emotionally and bring you joy--the job cannot be the thing itself. We all know people whose jobs are their entire personality, and not only is it terminally miserable sitting next to them at dinner parties, it is also not great for the person inflicting it upon you! No job will ever love you back, and you cannot, under any circumstances, let it become the whole of you, or to rely upon it for your sense of worth.

That's a long and intense way of saying: depending on the type of manager and the type of work your friend has, they may never get any validation, and they have to find a way to be okay with that.

But they also need to be honest with themselves, because is it that they're not getting positive feedback when they're delivering great work, or is it the "I turned around this 50 page presentation deck to you in two days and all you did was say that there were typos on four slides" experience?

Given the way you described it in the ask, my guess, and this is a rough one, because there isn't a lot of context here, is that they're doing work they think is good and only getting feedback that focuses on the smaller things that are wrong with it.

Firstly: hell yeah dude that fucking sucks.

Secondly: that said, you did have typos on four slides.

One of the other most significant transitions you make that nobody talks about when you move into the professional sphere is that you're no longer evaluated for effort. That can be a great or terrible thing.

That you spent 100 hours killing yourself to put this project together doesn't really matter if there's something embarrassing and dumb on page 16 that makes your boss look like an idiot in a meeting in front of the clients. As far as they're concerned, you weren't being paid for the 100 hours of effort, you were being paid for delivering something that would make them look smart in that presentation.

By that same token, if you can do that same backbreaking work in 15 minutes with a bunch of Excel macros and fuck around the rest of the day? Who cares--it's getting done, and if it's getting done well, great. Jobs are not forcing you to show your work.

But that doesn't change the sting of how much it sucks when you've worked so hard on something, and at the end of the day, the feedback you get is over something that you perceive to be petty.

Now there are a lot of different influences here: you could have a shitty manager who is just an asshole, you could be working with a fucking weirdo who needed to be shoved into more lockers as a teenager, you could be working for a sociopath--these are all possible.

But what's more likely, from what I have experienced professionally, is that you're likely working for someone who is busy, who hired you to take on something and own it, end to end, and who wants--desperately--to be able to give you work, and never have to think twice about its quality and to trust it absolutely, because it would simplify their life in some way. I'm saying this from personal experience. This is what I want--desperately--from my team, even though I know it is not realistic, and it's almost never possible in a seamless way.

So this is where it's really important that your friend be honest with themselves and evaluate whether those criticisms are--however frustrating--legitimate. Were there issues with the deliverable? Should they have done something different? Should they have communicated better? And if there's smoke there, try to work on gritting your teeth through the knee jerk emotional response and put out the fire, however small, because that's the grit that's going to help propel you through your very long professional career.

It's so, so, so frequently the little things, the rough edges, that feel so unfair to have called out. The typo on page 76. The weird formatting. That one image that uses the wrong hex code for red so it's cool instead of warm tone and that's bugging your leadership team.

But also these small things stand out in the face of an otherwise well-done deliverable. They mar the final work. I'm not saying the weight that they're given is entirely fair--it's not. But don't undercut your own hard work by letting yourself get sloppy as you're dragging across the finish line. You've worked way too fucking hard not to get the credit you deserve for all the work you did to get here. Of course it sucks that this is what anyone is going to notice instead of the broader value, but you can't control that--what you can control is building in time for a last review. Using your network of colleagues to help you give things a proof. Ensuring that you're communicating clearly with your team and manager. Fully take ownership of the stuff you can control, because that's how you're going to get your work taken seriously.

If you can do that, and you can be self-reflective and also detached enough not to let your work performance be an analog for your value, that's going to be an incredible asset as you continue to grow in your career. People say unhinged things to me all the time, and I'm not going to lie and tell you that it doesn't bother me at all anymore, but I'm really good at giving myself the beat, taking five, and then coming back with less immediately murderous reactivity to evaluate things on their actual merits. It means people aren't afraid to be honest with me when there are issues, and it means that I learn about them early enough that I can remediate them and stay a trusted partner and advisor in the workplace.

(And then I go to training and pretend the fucking 20 pound ball filled with sand is my manager and I throw him into walls yelling, "FUCK YOU DUDE," because that anger still has to go somewhere.)

I know it's probably not the answer you or your friend would want to hear, but it's the truth. I try my best to gas up my people by shouting from the rooftops when they do good work, but God knows I also make them crazy when they've spent a long time working on something only for me to tear it to shreds in editing or say, "thanks but this needs another proofing pass," and I'm sure they're plotting my death in bars about it.

[calliesmemes]

DISNEY’S FROZEN FRANCHISE

SENTENCE STARTERS FEATURING THE LINES AND LYRICS OF VARIOUS WORKS SET IN THE UNIVERSE OF DISNEY’S FROZEN.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

I. FROZEN I (2013)

“   Fear will be your enemy, and death its consequence. ”

“   Listen to me — your power will only grow. There is beauty in it, but also great danger. ”

“   Getting upset only makes it worse. Calm down. ”

“   Don't touch me. Please!I don't want to hurt you. ”

“   They say have courage, and I'm trying to. ”

“   Make one wrong move, and everyone will know. ”

“   Be the good girl you always have to be. ”

“   At least I’ve got a chance! ”

“   It's agony to wait. ”

“   You're gorgeous. Wait, what? ”

“   I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? ”

“   The only frozen heart around here is yours. ”

“   I've never been better. This is so nice. I wish it could be like this all the time ”

“   I would never shut you out. ”

“   Will you marry me? ”

“   You can’t marry a man you just met. ”

“   I can't live like this anymore! ”

“   What did I ever do to you?! ”

“   Please, just stay away from me. Stay away! ”

“   Are you sure you can trust her? I don't want you getting hurt. ”

“   She's my sister, she would never hurt me. ”

“   The fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all. ”

“   It's time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through. ”

“   What are you so afraid of?! ”

“   Oh, it's just you. What do you want? ”

“   I don't trust your judgment. ”

“   Sometimes I really don't like you. ”

“   Nobody wants to be alone. Except maybe you. ”

“   How do you know my name? ”

“   I'm so sorry about what happened. If I'd have known... ”

“   I never knew what I was capable of. ”

“   We were so close. We can be like that again. ”

“   I’m just trying to protect you. ”

“   You don't have to protect me. I'm not afraid! ”

“   You don’t have to live in fear. ”

“   Just stay away and you'll be safe from me. ”

“   I can't control the curse! ”

“   I know we can figure this out together! ”

“   Okay, relax. Just calm down. Calm down! ”

“   You are a sight for sore eyes. ”

“   Love's a force that's powerful and strange. ”

“   People make bad choices if they're mad or scared or stressed. ”

“   Don't be the monster they fear you are! ”

“   Oh, no. What have I done? ”

“   You cannot risk going out there again. ”

“   If only there was someone out there who loved you. ”

“   I was wrong about him. It wasn't true love. ”

“   Love is putting someone else's needs before yours. ”

“   I tried to save her, but it was too late. ”

“   You sacrificed yourself for me? ”

“   Come on, you can do it! ”

II. FROZEN: THE BROADWAY MUSICAL

“   That’s what I’m talking about! ”

“   There’s just some things we can’t do in public. ”

“   I see the fear in their eyes. ”

“   It’s all because of me. ”

“   They look my way and see a monster. ”

“   I’m doing everything you said! ”

“   You must be prepared for everything. ”

“   It’s getting stronger! I can’t laugh, I can’t cry, I can’t dream, I can’t live without it bursting out! ”

“   Come here, my poor child. ”

“   Don’t touch me! I don’t want to hurt you! ”

“   I’m proud of you. ”

“   I’ll try not to let you down. ”

“   I’m just wondering how you’ve been. ”

“   They say have courage, and I’m trying to. ”

“   Are you ready for tomorrow? It’s your big day. ”

“   I mean — I’m not the heir; I’m the spare. ”

“   You don’t have to be embarrassed; I am someone even more embarrassing to me. ”

“   Nobody quotes what comes out of my mouth — thank goodness! ”

“   I can’t be what you expect of me. ”

“   I practice every single day for this, so why is it so hard? ”

“   There are things you cannot know. ”

“   It’s dangerous to wish I could make choices of my own. ”

“   I’m dangerous just standing here for everyone to see! ”

“   If I let go of rules, who knows how dangerous I’d be? ”

“   Father, I did it! ”

“   We’re lucky he came along in our time of need. ”

“   For once, just try to trust me — I’m begging you now! ”

“   You don’t know the things that I can do. ”

“   Everything’s different now that I understand. ”

“   You live life fearlessly, braver than the bravest of us do. ”

“   My time’s running out. ”

“   I have to stay alive to fix what I’ve done. ”

“   No time for crying now. ”

“   Can’t hope to fix this mess, but somehow still I have to try. ”

“   Get back into the cage! ”

“   I’ve unleashed a monster; I cannot stop the monster! ”

“   There’s so much I’ve longed to say. ”

“   It’s like a dream I thought could never be. ”

“   Show us what you can do. ”

Iii. FROZEN II (2022)

“   Some things never change. ”

“   Where are you going? Don't leave me alone! ”

“   You've been hearing a voice and you didn't think to tell me? ”

“   We're calling this, "controlling what you can when things feel out of control". ”

“   I know it sounds crazy, but I believe whoever is calling me is good. ”

“   Well, never a dull moment with you. ”

“   I hope you're prepared for what you have done. ”

“   When one can see no future, all one can do is the next right thing. ”

“   Promise me — we do this together, okay? ”

“   What are you gonna do with that? ”

“   They're all looking at us, aren't they? ”

“   Are you okay? What were you doing? You could have been killed! ”

“   Just when you think you found your way, life will throw you on a new path ”

“   Why do lullabies always have to have some terrible warning in them? ”

“   Please tell me, you are not about to follow them? ”

“   Ah, I can't stay mad at you, you're so cute! ”

“   You are not responsible for their choices. ”

“   Don't do this alone. Let me help you, please. ”

“   You have every right to to be very, very mad at her. ”

“   I can sense you there, like a friend I've always known ”

“   It feels like I am home. ”

“   Are you the one I've been looking for all of my life? ”

“   I have always been so different: normal rules did not apply. ”

“   I've never felt so certain. ”

“   Fear is what can't be trusted. ”

“   She may have gone too far. ”

“   I'm sorry. You're gonna have to do this next part on your own ”

“   The life I knew is over. ”

“   You are lost, hope is gone. ”

“   You must go on, and do the next right thing. ”

“   I don't know anymore what is true. ”

“   The only star that guided me was you. ”

“   I'm here. What do you need? ”

“   I'm sorry I left you behind. ”

“   It’s okay. My love is not fragile. ”

“   I thought I lost you. ”

“   You did what was right, for everyone. ”

“   Is putting us in dangerous situations gonna be a regular thing? ”

“   You are the most extraordinary person I've ever known. ”

[hellsbeenbettersincehesplit]

The latest oneshot is finally here! Inspired by replies to this post by @sky-marbles !

In this, Vaggie learns pole dancing from Angel Dust in an effort by him to convince her to let him teach the hotel in a group bonding session. Featuring dancer!vaggie, no romance beyond one or two background ships, no actual sexual content (just references and a couple jokes), and unexpected friendship :)

I'd prefer if you read this on Ao3, but my works are archive-locked, so if you don't have an Ao3 account and thus can't read it on there it's also under the cut!

No Bonding Like *checks notes* Pole Dancing

Vaggie crossed her arms, barely suppressing a sigh. “We’re not stripping as a group activity. That’s final. I don’t have anything against stripping itself, but Charlie’s group bonding sessions aren’t supposed to be sexual.”

Angel huffed. “I didn’t say stripping, I said pole dancing. There’s a difference.”

Vaggie raised an eyebrow.

“There is! Pole dancing is an art. Stripping is also an art when it’s done right, and strippers were the ones who created pole, but pole dance itself isn’t inherently about sex.”

“You’re not exactly convincing me here.”

“Look, I know it can be. Why do you think I learned?” He sighed. “But it doesn’t have to be. It’s like…” He thought for a second. “It’s like how art of naked people can be for anatomy shit, or for porn, or for both.”

Vaggie remained unconvinced.

“How about this.” Angel stretched as he stood from the hotel couch. “I spend an afternoon teaching you a bit of pole, and you approach it with an open mind. If you still think it’s ‘just sex,’ I’ll never bring it up again. But if you do change your mind, we have that group bonding session.”

“Why should I take you up on that when I can just say no as-is?”

“I’d just ask Charlie. We both know she’s easier to convince.”

Vaggie groaned. Why did he have to be right? “Fine. Look, I can’t promise we’ll allow it even if you can convince me. But you can try.”

And so, that was how Vaggie had found herself in a room with Angel Dust and a pole-dancing pole. It occurred to her that she was likely the only person in Hell to have ever had that sentence apply to her without it being sexual in some way. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other awkwardly. Honestly, she’d kind of been dreading this.

Angel Dust looked her up and down. “You’re going to need skin-to-skin contact with the pole. The jacket has to go. The bike shorts should be fine, though.”

Reluctantly, Vaggie took off the jacket. Angel seemed to approve of the loose t-shirt (most likely Charlie’s) that Vaggie had on.

“Alright,” Angel said decisively. “Let’s get started.”

It was very different from what Vaggie expected. The moves Angel had started her out with were very beginner, and Vaggie actually did feel herself starting to understand it after a few tries. It was difficult in the way that learning anything new was, but Vaggie was also familiar with rhythm and dance. That familiarity led to her picking up moves faster than she’d thought she would. She was surprised to find herself genuinely enjoying the dance. She didn’t even fall half as often as she thought she would.

Likewise, being with Angel one-on-one wasn’t awful. He was a little different here than he was around others- maybe because he wasn’t flirting with Husk or Alastor or anyone, maybe because he was confident in what he was doing, maybe just because he was trying to convince her that this wasn’t sexual and making innuendos wouldn’t help him. In any case, she kind of liked this side of him.

“Convinced yet?” He’d asked her on their third break.

“Not quite,” Vaggie responded. “I mean- this hasn’t been what I thought. I’ll admit that you were right and pole dance is an art form, and it's more than I thought it was. But I have other concerns about the group setting. Namely, I think it might turn into something sexual.”

Angel rolled his eyes and offered her a hand up. “I get where you're coming from, but that could happen with literally anything. Now, you wanna practice that move a couple more times?”

Vaggie sighed and slowly stood, as something occurred to her. “Why do you only use one set of arms?” Wouldn’t extra hands make something like this easier?

“Same reason you’re not using your wings yet. I normally do, but you’re on the basics, so you learn the fundamentals that humans can do and build from there. As your teacher, I need to model that.” He raised an eyebrow. “Also, did you think I’d teach you moves that use limbs you don’t have?”

Vaggie shrugged. Honestly, she had expected that.

They were back to the dancing part. Vaggie had to admit, Angel was really fucking good at this. Vaggie herself wasn’t bad for a beginner, but every movement looked so effortless from Angel. It was almost like he was moving in a tank of water, or like his frame rate would be double hers in an animation. She was the one that could fly, but she couldn’t help but think the way Angel defied gravity was just as impressive.

“Do you do any other types of dance?” She asked after he showed her a beginner move she’d attempted 20 times look unreasonably fucking fluid. 

“No?” he replied, audibly confused. “I learned this because of Val. I’m good because I’ve been doing it for half a century, but I’m not really a dancer.”

That actually got a chuckle out of Vaggie. “Not really a dancer my ass. That shit was smoother than half the ballerinas I’ve worked with. Seriously, you’d be great at another form if you do decide to try one.”

Wait. Why did he look so confused at that?

“You do ballet?”

“A bit. Also salsa and cumbia. Maybe modern dance someday.” She was pretty damn good at perreo, but she wasn’t about to tell Angel Dust that.

Now he was the one gaping. There was no way she’d forgotten to tell the others about that. Right?

“Since when are you a fucking dancer?”

She shrugged. “A year or two, I guess.”

“And you didn’t tell us?”

“It never really came up.”

“Because you never mentioned it! How’d you end up doing it in the first place?”

“Running got boring.”

“Come on, there’s gotta be more than that.”

Vaggie didn’t want to go on some long monologue, but Angel seemed genuinely curious, so it seemed to be time for the long answer.

“Exterminators are the most birdlike angels on a biological level, because we’re the ones who have to fly outside of the atmosphere of Heaven. Flying normally burns a lot of energy. When I lost my wings, that change was really hard on me. I started running to get some cardio back, and I saw an ad so I signed up for a few dance classes to get some variety. I went to one a nd… I don’t know, something clicked. Before I fell, my entire life was training. I still like running and sparring, but they’ll always be tied to all the baggage from...” her voice trailed off. “Dance is… it’s fun, you know? I’m not doing it for violence or for Lute or anyone. I’m doing it for me, and I can just lose myself in the music and moving and pursuing excellence and get that rush of endorphins in something that’s just mine.”

Angel somehow looked even more shocked. Fuck, was that oversharing?

“Shit, you’re right. I should absolutely take some classes.”

That was a strange reaction. “What?”

“Like I said, I learned this shit because of Val,” Angel pointed out. “I mean, we’ve got different tragic backstories, but I feel like I could get something similar from it, you know? As long as he doesn’t find out.”

Vaggie grinned. “Can you imagine everyone else’s faces if they see us performing as dance partners?”

That got an actual laugh out of Angel Dust. “Sir Pentious would probably think we’re dating,” he choked out. “That’s it, I’m signing up, we have to make that a reality.”

After a few hours that felt so much shorter, they wrapped up the lesson. Angel had Vaggie combine the building blocks he’d taught her into something of a short dance. She slipped up a couple times and she knew her movements were a little forced and choppy, but he looked so proud of her after that she couldn’t help but be proud too.

“So…” he asked. “What’s the decision?”

On one hand, she still thought that while pole could be not sexual, it might turn into that in a larger group. On the other hand, she had to hand it to him- this really was an art. Charlie’s rules for the hotel weren’t meant to be limiting, and Angel’s idea could be fun.

“I guess it’d be ok,” Vaggie decided. “As long as Charlie agrees with me.” She caught the little fist pump Angel did and added, “Also, we should totally do this again.”

“You want to learn for real?” There was disbelief in Angel’s voice.

“Yeah! This… was kind of nice.”

There was an excited gleam in his eyes as he responded, “Alright, but you had better make good on the salsa lessons.”

“Deal.”

Angel had honestly surprised her today. She’d known he was doing better, but she still wouldn’t have described herself as close to him. That energy of his personality being almost a performance, which Husk had loved to complain about, had given Vaggie a vibe to stay away- which she felt bad about in retrospect. Angel was more considerate than she’d expected and a shockingly good teacher.

“Hey, you better let me know how Charlie feels about all this tomorrow morning,” he told Vaggie with a suggestive wink.

Never mind, she took back all that sweet shit. She flipped him off, and smiled as she set a reminder on her phone for the date and time of the next lesson.

[moonlight-tmd]

Shockbee.

These an a.u where Bumblebee was accused of being the decepticon spy instead of Wasp.

How would you have things play out?

Oh yeah, I think I read that multi-ship fanfic- mainly for Blitzbee.

Well, if we take the same concept as the one there... I'd guess it pained Shockwave to see Bee being dragger out in cuffs. In the short time they knew each other he has grown fond of Bee, and the lack of the jolly scout was driving him with guilt he's never felt before.

I would guess Longarm, after becoming a Prime, goes for a "routine visit" in the stockades Bee is being held in. He doesn't see him at first, only after a closer look he notices a small figuring lurking on the far end of the lower bunk berth. Bee was pressed against a wall, never bothering to look at the holo-field that locked him in the room.

There wasn't any light in the cell, the corrdor and the barrier were the only sources of it. Longarm could make out something on the walls- drawings. Crudely carver and scratched into the metal with something dull. Few represented bots who Bee knew before coming here, few Long didn't recognise. There were items and words and even a big chunk of a wall carved into looking like a landscape of Cybertron. Here and there he could see some portions of the drawing have a pinkish hue as coloring- dried energon.

"Bumblebee?" Longarm's voice reached thru the barrier. He heard that the minibot held here wouldn't answer to anyone but this time, Bee looked up from his position in the dark corner. A pair of dull pink optics met the blue and red. He didn't answer at first, but after a while of silence he regocnized the mech that came to him...

Bee wasn't exactly... happy to see Longarm. He was cold and accusing him of coming here to gape at him like the locked fool he is. It was clear that his psyche wasn't in the greatest condition as he snuck in a little giggle in between sentences.

Bee was such a sweet and social mech, but in the confinement of the cell and no one to speak to he turned into something barely stable. Solitude was driving him crazy as ever and the only sound to fill his audials was the electionic buzz of the prison.

It hurt, so so much. Shockwave should've never let them take Bee. He was going to fix that. Somewhere in their brief talk the alarm sounded, Shockwave's cue to act. The cell doors began flickering off and as soon as Bee's cell powered down, he shot out his arm and grabbed him before making a run for it. Bee didn't even try to fight back, it was the most action he got in a long while.

After the two made it out in the chaos that arose in the break-out, Longarm snuck them onto a ship that departed shortly after few other prisoners came on.

He took Bee to a private room and patched up any injuries the scout might've gotten- there were a lot of poorly welded self-damage scars. It was then Longarm told him that he's been trying to find and free Bee for a long time and hw much he missed him. Bee was sceptical to the idea Longarm would really say that to him... but the longer Longarm talked the more Bee felt like he meant it

Longarm told him that the chaos in the prison was planned as a big break-out for the Decepticon prisoners. Of course, Bee got buzzed up and started asking questions- Longarm had to admit that it was he who worked with Decepticons. He expected Bee to yell and try to kill him for making him suffer, but to his surprise Bee was pretty chill. He even said he wanted to join up cuz he might as well be a 'Con if he was sitting in these for "working wiht them". Also these Autobots fraggers have lost all his respect, by his words.

After a long while of going around, consulting with Megatron and changing aspects of his frame, Bee was finally good to go as a Decepticon Scout. He asked Longarm if he really wanted to stay like this in case the Elite Guard saw him running off with Bee but the topic was quickly shut down with one switch of root-modes. Shockwave in all his glory introduced himself, Bee had only one word to say before going off to his next destination on the list; "Hot".

And so from then on Bee and Shockwave work together- or rather Shockwave sets them up to work together and Bee follows along. Even if slightly off the rocker, Bee has slowly returned to being that sweet and cocky version of himself around Shockwave. Bee wasn't surprised when Shockwave finally confessed having feelings for him even when all this time they were doing pretty much everything a couple would do. Oh well, at least it's official now.

[gagmewitha-spork]

Snow Day (Jill Roord x reader)

Warnings: none

Description: you wake up one snowing morning to find that weekends game cancelled, so you and your teammates decide to make the most of it. This was originally written in Jan 2021 following the weekend where most (maybe all I can’t fully remember) games were cancelled and arsenal were going through a bit of a rough patch.

Transferred from wattpad so any mistakes or bad writing can be blamed on past me.

Also as a note for any new stories I write I will likely change to using “you” instead of “I”, so send requests :)

Word count: 2028

I wake up to my alarm blaring loudly next to me, immediately my arm flings out from under the covers in search of the retched sound in an attempt to silence it, and I think to myself for the umpteenth time that I really need to change it to a nicer sound, knowing that I probably never will.

"Turn it off", Jill mutters groggily from beside me, shuffling herself further into the pillow and pulling the covers up over her head.

As I reach my arm out to silence the alarm I feel an immediate chill in the air, and curse as I imagine how freezing it's going to be outside when we play our game later in the day. I perk up a little at the thought of it being game day and roll over, winding my arms around Jills waist and tucking my face into the back of her neck.

"It's game day", I whisper in her ear excitedly, it felt like it had been an eternity since we had last played.

"I know", Jill grumbles again, "why is it so cold?", she says as she shivers and curls herself into a tighter ball, pulling my arms further around her waist and forcing me impossibly closer to her.

"I don't know, maybe the heating's broke", I suggest, I place a quick kiss on the back of her neck before pulling my arms from around her and sliding out from under the covers, the chill in the air became far more evident as my uncovered arms and legs were instantly covered in goose bumps and I shivered as I grabbed my dressing gown from the back of our bedroom door.

Once I'd sufficiently wrapped myself up, I moved to the window and pulled open the blind, light flooded in, brighter than I was expecting and it took me a second to recognise why.

"Snow!", I exclaimed, "it's snowed", I said excitedly, looking over my shoulder to find my girlfriend looking at me from where she still lay snuggled in the warm bed sheets.

"Is that a good thing?", she asked.

"Well ye-", I started, my inherent love for any weather that wasn't mild rain coming through, before I realised what snow might mean, "you don't think?", I didn't need to finish the sentence, any professional footballer, especially female ones, knows exactly what snow could mean, "I'm gonna call Leah", I stated before grabbing my phone and heading into the kitchen to start making my morning coffee.

As I opened my phone I realised that several of our teammates had already sent messages into our group chat wondering what this snow could mean for our game, though nobody had given a definite answer yet.

"I take it the snow's bad everywhere and isn't a freak storm over just my place?", Leah asked as she answered my call, knowing the exact reason I would be calling her first thing in the morning.

"I was hoping it was only here", I groaned down the phone to my best friend, "you don't think it'll be postponed so you?", I asked hopefully.

"Maybe we've got lucky, maybe the snow hasn't made it to the stadium", she replied hopefully, though I could tell she didn't believe a word of what she was saying, and neither did I.

"I can't believe this is happening", I complained, "we haven't had snow like this in years and it decides to show up today of all days!", I said, annoyed at the situation that was occurring, we needed this game.

Leah signed, "I gotta go, Jordan's taking forever in the shower".

"Okay, I'll see you later", I said before hanging up and getting on with making my coffee.

"What did Leah say?", Jill asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"That she was hoping the snow was just some freak storm over her place", I informed her, "and that Jordan was taking forever in the shower".

"Standard Jordan", Jill laughed slightly, she slowly moved around, "do you think the game will be cancelled?", she asked then, a sad look taking over her face as she slipped her arms around my waist.

"I don't know", I muttered, slipping my arms around her and resting my head on her shoulder, "I don't want to have to go another week without a game", I complained.

——

Cut to a few hours later and, low and behold, our game had been cancelled. I wasn't particularly surprised but I was definitely disappointed, as was Jill, and the rest of the team of course.

But we decided to make the most of it, and organised to meet with a few of our teammates to go sledging, after all, it wasn't too often we got a whole weekend off.

"I can't believe you don't own a sledge", Leah laughed, dragging her own behind her in the snow.

"Well I didn't think i'd need one living in London", I signed.

“But you’re from the north, isn’t that how you used to get to school?”, she asked now, continuing to laugh as I pulled out my black bin bag, which I planned on using as a sledge, “you’re gonna get hurt using that thing”.

I rolled my eyes, “well if you’d let me borrow that”, I said pointing to the sledge sliding along the snow covered road behind us, “I’d be fine”.

“Don’t put your bad preparation on me y/l/n”.

Before I can reply I feel an arm fling itself over my shoulder, looking off to the side I see my friends and teammate, Kate McCabe.

“Nice bin bag y/n”, she said teasingly, obviously having heard my conversation with Leah.

“Ok I’m done with taking all this shit”, I said as I removed myself from under Katie’s arm, making her laugh, and instead went to walk with Jill, who was currently talking to Anna.

I picked up Jill’s arm and placed it over my shoulders, tangling my fingers with hers to keep her arm in place. Without skipping a beat in her conversation she pulled me closer into her side and place a kiss on the hide of my head, before continuing talking with Anna.

It wasn’t long before we arrived at the top of the hill in the park in the centre of town. It was already filled with all sorts of people, from children to adults, couples and groups of friends all enjoying the rare snow.

“Who’s going first then?” Caitlin asked.

“Leah since she’s so high and mighty with her sledge”, I suggested, making my blonde friend roll her eyes before moving out in front of everyone and climbing on. She slowing shuffled her way forwards before gravity took the reigns and off she went. Flying down the hill at an impressive speed.

“Wooo!”, Leah cheered, and we all watched as she slowly came to a stop at the bottom, she stood up raising her arms in the air, “that’s how you do it!”, she shouted back up at us all, causing her to roll my eyes.

I’ll show her how it’s done, I thought, and began pulling the bin bag over my head. I couldn’t see any of my teammates, but I imagine they were all giving me some questioning looks, and as I started trying to poke a hole into the top to stick my head through I head my girlfriends voice.

“Do you need help?”, she asked, though she was already attempting to help rip open a hole big enough for my head ti poke through.

“Y/n what are you doing?”, Katie asked as I began making holes for my arms next.

“You’ll see McCabe”, I told her, “and you’ll be jealous of my bin bag”.

“Right”, she spoke rather sceptically, not really believing what I said.

Once I was finished putting the bag on, I took a breath before running and launching myself down the hill, shocking everyone if they’re gasps were anything to go by. I slid down the hill on my belling, head first just like a penguin.

I was going well, I could here my friends cheering and I was laughing the whole way down, right up until the last minute, when a teenage boy ran across my path, but I was travelling fast and he couldn’t move out of the way. I barrelled into him, talking his legs out from under him and absolutely wiping him out.

Everyone seemed to go quiet for a moment, before I stood and helped to boy to his feet, apologising for wiping him out. Once he’d ran off to his friends I turned back to look at mine at the top of the hill, raising my arms in the air and cheering, causing them to all cheer back at me.

“Told you you’d get hurt”, Leah said as she walked over to me, her sledge in tow behind her.

“I’m not hurt”, I claimed.

“Tell that to your bruises in the morning”, she laughed, “come on let’s get back to the top”.

With that we made our way back to the top of the hill where the rest of the girls all congratulated me on my incredible bowling ball impersonation.

Jill walked over to me and pulled me into her, “you’re such an idiot”, she laughed slightly, “I thought you were just going to sit on the bag”.

“Where’s the fun in that?”, I asked, pulling back and standing up in my tiptoes to kiss her lips quickly, “how sexy do I look in this”, I said and pulled away, giving her a twirl.

“So sexy I want to rip it off of you”, Jill told me, pulling me back into her and for another kiss, this time a little longer and passionate.

“Not yet I need to go down at least five more times”, I said as I squeezed my arms around her waist, then moved my hands up to grab onto her arms that were resting on my shoulders, “you should have a go too”.

“I’m not sure I can pull off that look as well as you can”, she said, looking me up and down to emphasise her point.

“You make literally anything look incredible Jill”, I told her, making her smile and blush a little as a looked up at her.

“Ok fine, but no pictures”, she finally agreed, as she began helping me lift the bag over my head, “not quite what I had in mind when I said I wanted to rip this thing off you”, she whispered in my ear once my head was free. It was my turn to blush this time as I watched her pull the bag over her head.

I was right, she made it look like it was a runway outfit, as only Jill could, and before I could be pulling from my ogling she tooling off running and launched herself down the hill, just as I previously had, except she managed to make it to the bottom without taking out any innocent bystanders.

We spent the next hour or so messing around in the park before calling it a day and heading home.

———

“Today way fun”, I said as I took off my coat and hung it by our front door.

“Yeah, makes the game being cancelling sting a little less”, Jill stated as she did the same.

I pulled the black bin bag out of my coat pocket, and scrunched it up, going to throw it in the bin.

“Woah woah woah”, Jill exclaimed, stopping me in my tracks, “I didn’t get it rip it off you yet”.

“Jill please don’t tell me you’ve discovered a new fantasy about me wearing bin bags”.

“I haven’t”, she giggled, “I just want to rip it off you”, she placed her hands on my waist pulling me into her a little.

“How about you just rip my normal clothes off instead”, I told her, dropping the tattered bin bag into the bin beside me, “without actually damaging any of my clothes”, I confirmed quickly once I saw Jill’s signature smirk make its way on her face.

“Ugh”, Jill huffed, “you’re no fun”.

I am fun and she knows it.

[seijuurouxryuu]

Writing Patterns Meme

[Plain text: "Writing Patterns Meme" in big text. /End PT]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

@ravensilversea thanks for tagging!!!! I'm so sorry I just noticed it today fhdsklfjdsklfjds. Also its been a long time since I wrote/posted anything so here we gooooooo

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1. There was the smell of blood. - did you kill my mother, father (KHR)

2. To say that the plan was foolproof was a lie. - Cicadas of Summer (Natsume Yuujinchou)

3. One thing about Reborn that everyone knows is that he never rejects a mission. - fire wrapped in spider lilies (KHR)

4. "So..." - espresso and expresso my thirst for you (KHR)

5. The thunder was loud, booming and deafening in the background. - past and present (KHR)

6. Nai compartmentalizes his memories. - folders within boxes within crates (Trigun)

7. Hanako was so young when she lost her papa and mama — so young that she could not remember anything much aside from black and white and lilies. - Blooming Flower (KHR)

8. To Sawada Ieyasu, the world, was dull. - Cypress (KHR)

9. Light was sacred, a blessing bestowed by the heavens, an honour given by the gods. - The last lights were gone, and we lay together in the deep, and drifted away, and all was silent. Such a silence I had never known. (KHR)

10. Shen Jiu expected to be alone forever. - An Unexpected Company (Scum Villain)

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What have we learned?

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I took the liberty to kill of my 10th post thing on AO3 because it was just my rant corner but like, I want and not want to burn it so ignore me.

HMNNNNNNNNN GOOD QUESTION. WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED????

That I really like short opening sentences?? And that maybe I like to start the story with the condition the main character is in???? HmNnNN but its interesting that I love making short sentence opener. I thought I'd prefer long ones but lo and behold. the fact that number 9 title is longer than my first sentence is so funny too.

But I did realized how much I love symbolic titles, even tho 99% of the time I screamed at how to figure out a title and just randomly slap one on. and also I can't believe that I only wrote NINE (9) FICS IN 2023,,,, WHAT THE FUCK ME??? HNGH I swear I wanna write more but brain capacity getting smaller (sobs)

No pressure from me!!! @avidaraku, @adelmortescryche, @honeynet, @seitosokusha and anyone basically. I feel like I'd tag everyone if I could but hahahaha----- //slapped K BYE LOVE YALL

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🌄 Bleeding Love by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry (E, 27k)

“I’m Harry,” Styles says like Louis didn’t know and she gestures for Louis to have a seat. “You want anything?”

Louis is still considering running. This is absurd. Styles should be shooting daggers at Louis through her eyes, but she’s not. She’s looking at Louis like she’s a riddle waiting to be solved.

Louis is an animal rights activist who throws red paint at fur coat wearing it-girl Harry Styles. Then there's a crack in the surface and something new starts bleeding through.

🌄 Any Thrill Will Do by @star55 (E, 23k)

It’s a Tuesday when Harry’s motorbike stops working. This is a catalyst for her entire life changing forever. She just doesn’t know it yet.

🌄 daydream about me by vintagehistories / @adoredontour (E, 21k)

“Anything else going on for you at the moment?” she asks, leaning forward on her elbows across the table, mindful of the radio equipment in front of her. “What about you and that Louis Tomlinson?”

Harry sputters, mouth moving but no words coming out. She can feel her cheeks heat up, darkening with embarrassment.

“It’s not, Louis and I, we don’t—” Harry can’t finish the sentence, tongue heavy in her mouth. She takes a deep breath, thankful they’re not being videoed, and tries again, “We’ve never even met, actually.”

alternatively titled 'harry styles does not have a crush on louis tomlinson and other lies she tells liam payne'

🌄 Tell Me This Is Paradise by  QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird (E, 19k)

Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out.

🌄 when half spent was the night by @juliusschmidt (M, 14k)

Hi Harry, I’ve skimmed your website and am interested in hiring you to be my doula. I’m 7 ½ months pregnant and not keen to do this whole labor and birth thing alone. After looking around, I thought you might be a good fit because you mention enjoying unusual people with unusual birth requests. I can meet up any day this week. Lou

🌄 Shine by @littlelouishiccups (E, 8k)

Harry’s had a crush on Louis since the moment she realized she liked girls.

🌄 inhale and hold the evening by snsk (T, 7k)

harry composes music. louis is making a movie.

🌄 Close Our Eyes (Pretend We're Miles Away) by @haztobegood (E, 5k)

Louis and Harry have been on the run for a day and a half now. It’s a hard situation to be in, and they’ve been trying to cope the best they can since their relaxing girls’ weekend at a rented cabin turned into a living nightmare.

Just forty eight hours ago, Harry never would have robbed a bank. Hell, she barely would have touched the gun she’d used in the robbery, let alone wave it around to threaten anyone. Forty eight hours ago, Louis hadn’t used that same gun to shoot a man.

🌄 When I Think About You by @phdmama (E, 4k)

Harry is beautiful, inexperienced, and curious. Louis is smart, seasoned, and comfortable in her own body. When Harry has questions, just maybe, Louis has the answers she’s looking for.

And... they’re roommates.

🌄 the wheel breaks the butterfly by embodied (E, 4k)

“Out with it, Styles,” Louis groans. Harry’s suddenly regretting this whole thing, and she’s sure she’s beet red now, so she just blurts it out so fast she’s not sure if Louis even understands her right away.  “I’ve never gotten head before.”

AU. harry and louis are roommates. girls' night ends a little differently than usual.

🌄 lord knows i've tried (can't get her off my mind) by whensheflies / @choface (M, 3k)

“Hi, it’s Louise? Louise Tomlinson...from school. Harriet, you there?” she asks softly.

Even through her meltdown, Harriet almost shivers at the sound of her name on Louise’s lips.

No. She cannot be thinking about Louise’s lips right now. Get it together, Styles.

a catholic school girl direction au.

🌄 Magic by dolce_piccante / @haydolce (G, 3k,)

AU. Girl!Direction. Harry and Louis go to Disney for a wonderful holiday filled with familiar characters, fireworks, and some Magic Kingdom magic.

🌄 Witch Girlfriend Drabbles  by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense (G, 3k)

Harry is a witch and Louis is her mortal girlfriend.

🌄 We Made a Start by @lululawrence (NR, 1k)

“Hey! I thought your phone got taken away after that stunt you pulled in Chem,” Louis said brightly, relieved her best friend was going to rescue her from her awful reading assignment, even if it was only temporarily.

“It was taken away after that stunt she pulled in Chem,” a voice that definitely wasn’t Harry’s said.

“Oh...hi, Anne,” Louis greeted, suddenly nervous. Anne had never called Louis before, not when Harry wasn’t already at Louis’ house for a sleepover or something.

“Hi, Louis,” Anne continued. “Based on your greeting, I’m afraid I already know the answer, but I have to ask.” Anne’s voice was obviously filled with worry despite the fact she was trying to veil it with calm. “Harry doesn’t happen to be at your house, does she?”

Or the one where Harry's hiding, Louis knows just where to find her, and more comes out of the evening than either expected.

🌄 Chase by @wabadabadaba (E, 1k)

Carefully, Louis stalked through the forest, searching for Harry. A moving cloud allowed the moonlight to shine just right to reflect off of the gorgeous green eyes of her omega. Harry was attempting to hide behind a tree; she was crouched down with her front paws and chest on the ground, her hind legs bent, with her tail swishing behind her like a puppy. Louis couldn't wait any longer to have her.

or, Louis and Harry play a game of chase during the full moon.

[losttheclown]

If I said I was upset I'd be lying, this was in fact the ship I wanted.

Prinxiety won!! 🤭

Warning, this story contains, bad writing, as graphic detailing as my little bean brain will come up with(it's like 1 or 2 sentences), angst ish, mostly fluff, hanahaki :D

P.S - I'll also be posting a little fluff tickle story whenever I get it done but the Lee mood is strong rn, and writing ler shit is hard

Story under the cut ↓

Roman had been acting weird lately, like really fucking weird. He had been avoiding staying in a room with the others for longer than about 10 to 20 minutes at a time, and that just didnt sit right with Virgil. Virgil knew Princey, he would never avoid everyone like this, least of all his friends. While no, him and Roman didn't have the best of relationships, Virgil was still determined to get to the bottom of this, well that and the anxiety he had about the situation was gonna kill him.

It was about 7:30 when Roman decided to go back to his room, he hadn't been out for more than a hour, but before he went back into his seclusion he had a coughing fit. Now under any other circumstances everyone would have thought he just wanted the rooms attention if he started coughing, but this cough... It sounded... Wet, like something was stuck in his throat and he was trying to hack it up. Virgil gave it about 10 minutes before he snuck off to go check oh Roman. On his way to The fanciful sides room, he had to pause because were those.... Bloody flowers? "What the hell..." Virgil mumbled to himself as he picked up the pace to getting to Romans room.

Virgil stood in front or Romans room quietly, he didn't know how to approach a situation like this, let alone with Roman. Hesitantly Virgil knocked on Romans door, there was silence for a moment before the door opened and Roman was stood on the other side. There was silence between the 2 for a good minute before Virgil finally spoke up "i- uhm... I just wanted to check on you-" before he could get another word in Roman started coughing again, the same cough as before, but this time Virgil could see he was coughing up blood and flowers? He finally understood, he knew what was going on, he didn't think it was possible for this to actually happen, but it was and the proof was right in front of him. Virgil took a step forward "Roman, who is it?!" He said, panic running through his voice. Roman shook his head, he panted for air "it's no one-" he gritted his teeth, as he tried to keep from coughing again. Virgil put his hand on Romans Shoulder "Roman, you can't just - cough up flowers and expect me to not worry, clearly it's someone! Hanahaki doesn't happen just because!!" Roman looked at Virgil quietly for a moment then sighed, he backed up pulling Virgil into his room and closing the door behind them "it's... Not" he kind of paused, trying to think of what to say, "it's not that I dont WANT the help, I just... I know rejection makes it 10 times worse and -... While I know we can't die per say, I just... It's hard enough to deal with now... " he mumbled rubbing his face. Virgil stared at Roman quietly, he didn't seem to know what to say, he wasn't Patton he didn't just have the words. Virgil nodded a little "listen... We might... We might act like we hate each other... But honestly, I think anyone would be stupid to reject to Princey... I mean come on, look at you!" He gave Roman a small smile. Roman grabbed Virgil and pulled him into a hug, which while not upset about it, Virgil was most definitely not prepared for it. It took a moment for Virgil to hug back, "Roman I-" before he could speak anymore Roman finally spoke up "I'm sorry, I've never been a nice person to you... And here you are telling me I'll be okay..." Roman pulled back and put his hands on Virgil's shoulders "I really appreciate you Virgil" he smiled. Virgil stared at Roman quietly for a moment before breaking into a smile "what else did I expect from you, God's your cheesy" he gently punched Romans chest with a laugh. Roman grinned "well, it's the least I can do before telling you" he paused, his grin fading into a sad smile "it's you." Virgil kind of stepped back, looking at Roman quietly for what felt like ages before finally speaking up, "me-... You- wait-" he kind of sputteted out trying to process what Roman said. Virgil was ripped from his thoughts when he heard Roman start coughing, it was different, the cough sounded almost like choking, it was wheezy and like Roman genuinely couldn't breathe. Without much of a second thought Virgil sat Roman on the floor and ran off to get him water, when he came back he set the bottle next to Roman and kneeled next to the princely figure rubbing his back. When the coughing fit was over Roman all but flopped back onto the floor panting for air, holding onto the flower he had coughed up in his hand.

The room was silent for what felt like ages, before Virgil cleared his throat and mumbled "I love you too Ro." Roman looked over at Virgil and smiled "I love you more, my chemically imbalanced romance" he teased a little, to which Virgil's eyeshadow bags shifted from black to Purple. He stared at Roman for a moment before looking away, a little smirk on his face, "you're so dumb" he said with a small chuckle. Roman grinned "what did you expect? You just told me I was Cheesy, and you weren't wrong." The princely figure reached over and dropped the flower in his hand into the trash, he turned his head to look at Virgil again, "you know... I didn't expect you to feel the same way... It's kind of nice that you do." Virgil scoffed a little "I've had feelings for you pretty much since we met Princey. Actually, now that I think about it, I've openly flirted with you a few times and...." he trailed off taking note of the way Roman was staring at him, it was such a genuine full of love look, it caught Virgil off guard. Roman just smiled "well don't stop talking now, tell me AAAALLLL about how much you love me Virg" he teased. Virgil could feel his face burning with embarrassment, "you're... You're messing with me... Right?" The apprehension in Virgil's voice made Roman frown. He cupped Virgil's face "not even a little bit cutie, keep going, I'll listen to you any day."

The 2 spent the rest of the night in Romans room talking, occasionally taking breaks for Roman, Hanahaki doesnt just go away over night after all.

~ the end ~

Wow- okay, the amount I mulled over this fic- hah, so anyways, hope you enjoyed.