#and insist that it was SO UNBELIEVABLY OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE ALL THE TIME in the 70s/80s that Freddie was gay

[rushingheadlong]

You know something I don't think I've ever seen people talk about is how Freddie changed the lyrics for Big Spender.

Because in case you don't know, all original versions of the song are sung by women - and it is made very clear that they are singing to men:

The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction A real big spender [....] So let me get right to the point: I don't pop my cork for every man I see Hey, big spender Spend a little time with me

Probably not too surprising, then, that when Queen performed this song in 1974 Freddie had to do a bit of a gender-switch on it:

Though, it would probably be more accurate to say that Freddie made this song gender-neutral because he didn't change it to be about a woman. He eliminated the first use of "man" entirely and then sang "I don't pop my cork for everyone I see" (instead of "every man").

And honestly there's probably a whole dissertation you could write just about those changes alone, but what I really love is when Queen brought the song back in 1986 and Freddie changed the lyrics again:

Because yes he still dropped the first "man" but the "everyone" is changed and Freddie instead sang "every guy" with just the barest hint of a "-rl" sound at the end to give him plausible deniability if anyone asked about it.

So much of Freddie's music speaks to his experiences as a queer man but, because of the nature of the times in which he lived, he couldn't always be directly open about that fact. Most of his love songs are intentionally vague, and he sang about "somebody" or "you" to avoid having to use gendered terms as much as possible.

Freddie singing "I don't pop my cork for every GUYrl I see" wasn't just an adjustment to the original lyrics, it was a specific change from how Freddie had sang it before in order to make it more gay in a way that he could rarely be with his own music, and that is what I adore about this. It's such a little thing, but it gives such a unique insight into how Freddie balanced his sexuality and his stardom, and how the relationship between those two changed over the nearly 12 years between these performances.

[fleurmiss]

ೃ⁀➷ only you, my girl

- ,, neteyam x fem reader

- ,, you think neteyam is extremely attractive, others do too , its fine! you get it! but what happens when they cross a line ?

- ,, warnings - neteyam is head over heels for u, jealousy and the attitude that comes w it, fluff , all this happens before the events of awotw.

-‘๑’- dark red - steve lacy

Neteyam has always shown so much interest in you, and made his courting so obvious, but why do people still not get the damn hint?

Currently you are walking on a huge tree branch, high above the ground, with Lo’ak, Kiri and Spider. Neteyam isn’t here, much to your dismay, because he has “ Future Olo’eyktan duties” as Lo’ak likes to call it.

“it’s almost eclipse, let’s start heading back” Kiri mentions and for once, Lo’ak and Spider agree and make their way home without causing too much of a fuss

“woah guys, you barely even whined about having to go back home so early today, whatsup?” you question laced with sarcasm as you hear Kiri chuckle and nod in agreement with you.

“we don’t want to keep you away from your boyfriend for too long y/n, we all know how cranky my brother gets without you” Lo’ak adds and Spider cackles, thinking this is so super funny.

You shove Lo’ak and tell him to shut up, and that Neteyam’s not your boyfriend, and he doesn’t get cranky.

Your relationship with Neteyam was quite.. obvious , yet complicated. Both confused teenagers in love yet don’t know how to confess it, nothing was official, but everyone knew you were off limits, you were Neteyam’s girl.

you are clutching your stomach in pain from laughing too hard when you enter the Sully’s cave, wiping a tear from your cheek wondering how on pandora could someone be so stupid as lo’ak and spider.

You hear the laughter die down and your eyes set on a pair sitting together in the gathering room of the cave, Neteyam and Rini.

You eye both of them in confusion, so does Lo’ak, Kiri, and even Spider. You feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach but not in the good way, you don’t like how close Rini is to Neteyam.

“Guys, Rini caught me on the way back to our cave and said she wanted to hang out with everyone, hope no one minds?”

The four of you shake your heads and make your way to the pair to sit down with them. It was odd, Rini wasn’t good friends with any of you, maybe Neteyam? No, you would know. Why does she suddenly wanna hang out with us? Neteyam is often times too nice to say no, maybe he couldn’t deny her? You wonder if the others question the same, and maybe they do, judging by the looks on their faces.

“y/n” you hear your name in neteyam’s voice, he pats the spot next to him, the opposite side of where Rini is sitting, you don’t want to sit next to him, to be petty, but you oblige anyways, oblivious to the female na’vi glaring daggers at you, Neteyam gives you a bright smile, now that you got his attention, you’ll have it the rest of the night.

Neteyam embraces you in a warm hug, his hands sneaking around your waist as he whispers into your ear “missed you, you look good”

you smile shyly and open your mouth to thank him, but someone else beats you to it

“Neteyam! This cut on your arm looks terrible!! Are you okay? How’d you get it?!”

God. Her voice is annoying, why is she yelling? Neteyam is literally next to her?

You eye Kiri and she rolls her eyes at Rini, you stifle a laugh and Neteyam notices, smiling sweetly at your antics, momentarily forgetting Rini was even there, until he is bought back to his senses.

“Oh this? It’s nothing just a scratch”

“Do you want me to patch it up for you?”

Your eye twitches, you try to have a normal conversation with the other three, trying your best to ignore the two sitting right next to you, but Rini makes it unbelievably hard with her screeching voice.

“No I’m g-“

“I insist” Rini touches Neteyams shoulder and gives it a squeeze, you look at Neteyam and he knows it, you’re pissed. You stay quiet and enjoy the show infront of you.

“I’ll have y/n help me later Rini, it’s alright.”

“Oh- Oh yeah okay” she deflates, but you have a feeling deep down, this girl isn’t giving up so easily. You wonder who put her up to this. Her mother? Grandmother? Friends? Toruk Makto’s eldest son’s mate does have a nice ring to it, despite the length, but that title’s yours, she knows it.

You all are laughing at Lo’ak and Kiri arguing about who Spider likes better when Neteyam rests his head on your shoulder. You feel your stomach explode with butterflies again, the good kind.

“Tired?”

“mhm” Neteyam mumbles, you reach your hand up to the braid dangling infront of his face and move it behind his ear. Your romantic little moment is interrupted yet again by the same culprit from last time.

“Neteyammm, it’s so dark! Will you walk me to my cave?” Rini latches onto Neteyam’s arm and gives him a little tug thats powerful enough to have him pulling away from you and get him to stand up.

“Uh-“ Neteyam looks at you for approval, you’re not looking at him, instead opting the floor was a better option. Neteyam is no fool, he knows why you’re upset, he gets it too, if some random man was leeching onto you like Rini is, he’d be upset, hell, he’d be crazy. He doesn’t like that expression on your face, he doesn’t like when you’re sad, because of him too.

Neteyam look’s over to Lo’ak and Lo’ak immediately gets on it. “Bro don’t worry about it, Kiri, Spider and I will walk Rini to her cave, we know you’re tired and wanna be with your girlfriend”. Lo’ak smiles and winks at his older brother.

This throws Rini offguard.

“Thank you guys. Rini, see you around”.

“Awh Neteyam it’s a shame you couldn’t accompany me, y/n keeps snatching you away from me and if i’m correct.. she isn’t even your girlfriend.. you should spend more time with me and my friends!” Rini smiles slyly, her tone innocent but her intentions show clearly. Rini hugs Neteyam and whispers something in his ear, which you’re sure she said loud enough for you to hear on purpose.

“If you ever do need a mate that will actually commit, you know your options” she winks and pulls away from his embrace as the group starts to walk outside, irritated.

You stand up abruptly and walk past Neteyam who stood there dumbfounded.

“Y/n” He grabs your wrist to stop you from walking any further.

“Let go Neteyam, I wanna go home” You hate how wobbly your voice sounds when you speak right now.

“y/n, are you crying?” He sounds so worried it makes you even sadder

“i’m sorry baby, im sorry, i didn’t know she was gonna act like that” he pulls your head into his shoulder and strokes your back comfortingly.

“don’t call me that.. im not your girlfriend, and i don’t care how she acts” you say, though your tone and quivering lip betray your words

“y/n..” he pulls you away and cups your face with his gentle hands, afraid he would break you if he was any less gentle “cmon look at me” you meet his gaze and his eyebrows furrow at the sight of your slightly red but watery eyes

“you know you’re the only girl i ever want right? you’re so special to me y/n..why don’t you see that, i want you to be mine so bad, every morning i wake up and pray to Eywa to finally have let you see how desperate i am for you. why must you let someone like rini ruin your day?”

you sniffle, and Neteyam thinks its so cute he could kiss you right now, but he holds back.

“but i am yours nete” you say, unintentional doe eyes looking up at Neteyam that make him melt, he can’t hold himself back anymore .

Neteyam leans towards your face, held by his hands, and he stops right infront of your lips, asking for permission, waiting for disapproval “kiss me y/n” it sounds like a plead, like he’s almost begging, so you do.

you feel your head explode, his lips are so soft, so perfect against your own and you question why you didn’t do this before.

you pull away but neteyam chases after your lips and captures them again. You finally pull away and rest your forehead against his. Neteyam gives you another kiss that lasts shorter than your previous, “i see you, y/n”

you look up at him through your eyelashes and smile slowly

“say it back” he whispers against your lips and you almost give in.

“are you sure? you don’t wanna explore your other options?”

“you are the only option, ever.” you smile.

“i see you, neteyam” and you kiss him again, he whines into your mouth and you have to stop yourself from giggling at the sight of our future olo’eyktan being putty in your hands.

- you hear a sob from outside and later realize Rini stayed behind cuz she thought Neteyam would leave you and go after her but oh was she wrong

- loak kiri and spider dont even realize rini is missing and they start talking shit abt her once they do

- anytime rini saw u and neteyam after this, she would always have her fists balled up and bottom lip quivering

- she thought she still had a chance with neteyam after her eavesdropping on his confession but everytime yall hung out neteyam would be so clingy that eventually she realized he was too inlove with you

- fuck u rini hah hes mine btch

[fish-eat-fish]

⋆ Gwen x f!reader ⋆ Sleep ⋆

request: @hyunslvvr can u pls do one for f!reader x gwen where they have a day in and they just stay in bed:)

tags: fluff, comfort, wlw, cuddling

word count: 2.1k

a/n: im paving away at requests rn, this one had me kicking my feet i LOVE gwen stacy _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR REQUESTING FOR HER, another one for the gays <3

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Un unbelievable stack of homework and two essays due. You couldn’t believe it. The sunlight beamed through your window and shined onto your desk, papers covering its surface as you tiredly scribbled on your assignment papers. Friday night and you had nothing better to do than weekend homework, how miserable. You sighed, tapping mindlessly on your desk when a buzz from your phone interrupted you. Picking it up, you smiled seeing it was Gwen.

It read, “on the way, open ur window!”

You sighed at the words, setting down your pencil and getting up out of your chair to unlock your window. Gwen had a bad habit of breaking in when she wanted to. You’d already assured her your family was okay with her visiting, preferably through the front door. But she always insisted that it was easier this way. Socializing seemed to sometimes stress her out you noticed.

Unlocking your window with a click, you raised it open, taking a nice breather as cold air blew in. The sunset was particularly nice today, and you didn’t quite mind seeing your favorite person right now. Sitting on your bed, you spiffed up your room for Gwen, making the bed and cleaning your cluttered desk. Just as you were about to exit your room to go and grab some snacks, a few knocks on your window sill signaled that your girlfriend had arrived. You turned around and beamed.

“Hey, sorry for the late notice.” She apologized, sitting on your window sill and climbing down from it. Taking off her white mask, Gwen sat down on your bed, crashing down on it. Until she rose up again.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Thank you for remembering.” You teased. Watching her take off her beaten-up shoes, and carefully placing them near the window on the floor. She let out a huff, flopping back onto your bed. Gwen’s suit was a little damaged and scratched. She looked tired.

“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I…?” She asked. It was obvious that she felt guilty about her visit. But you’d reassured her many times before that your room was always available to her whenever she wanted. And so was your company.

Eyeing the homework on your desk, you declared your study session over. It didn’t matter all that much compared to hanging out with her. “Nope. I’m glad you dropped by actually, I was getting bored.” You explained, looking at Gwen as she folded her legs up on your bed. Gwen awkwardly rubbed her arm as she looked around the room.

“So…”

“Yes.”

She raised her eyebrow, “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

Rolling your eyes, you responded, “Yes you can sleep over. I don’t mind.”

Gwen smiled at you, relieved. You leaned back against your desk, “I’m glad you’re here.”

She smirked, “What, you missed me?”

“Actually I did, yeah.”

Looking at Gwen, you figured that she didn’t have the best day today, being a crime fighting hero and all. Walking up to her and leaning down, you placed a hand on her cheek and gave her face a quick kiss. She chuckled and peered up at you. You held onto her cheek momentarily, “I’m gonna go and get us some snacks. Have you eaten anything today?”

“Oh uh, I haven’t had the chance yet.”

“Gwen.” You said, sternly.

“I just had to go to band practice, then there was some jerk downtown and-” She spoke quietly, her voice dying down as you stared at her, an irritated look on your face. Gwen sighed and grabbed the back of her neck, her hair falling down to hide her guilty expression.

“Sorry…”

You sighed, smiling at her nonetheless, “I’m gonna go make us some food. Stay put Spider.” Gwen grinned at you, watching you walk out of the room. She took a deep breath, lying down as she observed your room like she always did. She loved the comfort you and your space brought her. Your room was decorated with posters and fairy lights.

Gwen looked around, deciding that she should probably change. It was an unspoken ritual for Gwen to pick out something from your closet. You’d let her do it once, for a sleepover. But ever since, she’d found routine in picking out an outfit of yours for her to wear and potentially keep if given permission.

She walked up to your closet, finding a pair of pajama pants and an oversized tee. She slipped it on as she changed out of her spider suit, carefully tucking it away to where it was out of sight. Just in case. Gwen tugged the shirt towards her face, taking in your scent. Her senses were filled with just you, as she felt at ease.

Walking over to your bed, she noticed a new photo in your little collage of Polaroids. It was from your last hangout. “The Mary Janes Concert–October.” In it, Gwen was holding you by the waist, her drumsticks clasped in her hand. Your arm held her cheek for a kiss, whilst the other held up Gwen’s Polaroid camera. Gwen was laughing as she looked in your direction, feeling proud of your praise of her performance.

That night your throat was so raspy from cheering for her, and Gwen felt absolutely ecstatic as you tackled her after the concert. She was happy to introduce you to her band members after, grabbing you by the hand and speaking with pride to announce you as her one and only girlfriend.

Gwen stared at the Polaroid, taking it in. She smiled and reached out, touching the photo. Moments like these felt surreal, and being reminded that someone as amazing as you were willing to stick by her and be in her life, made her woozy. Gwen loved you a lot.

The door cranked open as you walked in, a plate of sandwiches in one hand, and a mug of freshly brewed tea in your other. You set down the food on your nightstand, glancing at Gwen as she took her hand away from the Polaroid hung up above your bed. You observed her, obsessed with the way she looked in your clothes.

“Being nosy again?”

“Just lookin’ around.” She shrugged, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear.

You sat down next to her, the bed shifting under your weight. You held out the plate towards her, to which she gratefully accepted. Gwen dug in right away, mumbling incoherent words as she ate. You laughed at this, “I can’t understand you when your chewing, you know that right?” Gwen swallowed her bite and smiled at you, gesturing to her sandwich.

“This is seriously good. I’ll never get tired of your food.”

“Glad you like it.” You grabbed the mug off of the nightstand, passing it to her as she finished the last bite of her sandwich. Chamomile is Gwen’s favorite. You’d made an effort to always keep it in stock for her since she liked to crash at yours a lot. Gwen took it carefully in her hands, blowing on the tea to cool it down.

You grabbed a pillow off of your bed and hugged it to your chest, just quietly watching Gwen as she drank her tea. You gently smiled, as she seemed a little bit more energized now. Grabbing your own mug from the nightstand, you drank it quickly, uncaring of how cold it had gotten. Putting the mug down, you patted the bed. Gwen looked up at you curiously.

“I’m a little tired today, do you wanna…?”

Her eyes widened as she lowered her mug.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” She smiled at your offer, shifting off of the bed, and placing her tea on your nightstand. She lifted the covers off of your bed, carefully moving the pillows and occasional stuffed animals off to the side to make room. As Gwen got into the bed, you turned off your main light, allowing the darkness to consume your room. The sun had set long ago now, and it was time to wind down. You walked up to your fairy lights, switching them on so that only gentle orange light illuminated your room.

Carefully stepping over to your bed, you got in, placing the covers over yourself, noting how you were much colder before. The warmth of your covers had you snuggling into them deeper. You glanced over at Gwen, who looked a little unsure of what to do with herself. You two were still kind of new to the whole cuddling thing. It’d taken a long while for Gwen to be comfortable with physical contact like that on top of that. She let out a small laugh as you snaked your arm around her as you faced her.

“What?” You asked, curious of her amusement.

“I don’t think this position is natural for you.” She teased, noting how awkward your arm felt around her torso. Your body was also pretty stiff. Gwen’s face was gently glowing due to the string lights, her blonde hair fell down into her face as she shifted her body to face towards you. So much for being big spoon tonight.

There was a quick silence between the two of you. Your face was comfortably above the covers, whilst Gwen pulled them up to cover her exposed skin. Her heart was racing, as usual. She’d never gotten used to intimate moments like this, and she’d decided that she’d never get used to it. You made her nervous in all the good ways.

Gwen peered at you, the covers pulled up to half of her face. Nothing was said between the two of you. Leaning in closer, you gently moved her blonde hair out of her eyes. Talking no louder than a whisper, you spoke, “Your hair, I think the pink is fading, you should…”

Gwen shuffled, reaching out and grabbing your collar, pulling you closer to her. Her hair tickled your face as she hovered her face near yours, before carefully connecting her lips with yours. It was quick but intimate. And if not for the dark, Gwen would have definitely taken the opportunity to comment on the rising red on your cheeks. She pulled away, not completely leaving the kiss as her lips brushed over yours. And yet just like that it was over.

She cleared her throat as you lay there speechless, she glanced at your eyes through the dim room, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

“We should probably sleep now. It’s getting… late.” She blurted. That statement was probably wrong, but you nodded anyways. Gwen’s internal alarms went off, as she criticized her judgment. That took a lot of courage, but she didn’t want you to know. Laying beside her, you stared at Gwen in awe and adoration. You loved this girl so much it was unbelievable.

“Fine.” You sighed. Gwen eyed you questioningly.

“Go on.” You said defeatedly. Gwen laughed at your words, smirking as she saw your expression.

“Finally.” She teased.

Turning over to the other side, you felt her cold hands wrap around your torso, pulling you in closer. Your bodies were snug against each other. Still being wide awake, you hoped Gwen didn’t feel your thumping heart as her hand was placed on your torso. She definitely did notice of course, but she was nervous too, hiding her face in your shirt.

You both lay there, nervous and awkward, as it was usually in the beginning stages of a relationship. You felt her move your fingers, playing with them.

“I think you’re the most amazing girl I know.” She spoke softly, into your back. Your heart fluttered at this. At Gwen’s voice, and the way she gave you affection.

“I love you,” you whispered out.

Gwen only smiled as she planted a soft kiss into your shoulder.

“I love you too.”

Yawning, Gwen mumbled something into your shirt, unable to really keep her eyes open any longer. You hummed, questioning what she said. But she didn’t reply. You’d finally calmed down, letting the comfort of the covers and Gwen’s warmth ease your mind. The city’s ambiance seeped into your room through the open window as you let your mind wander. Gwen’s breathing slowed down, her head placed on your back.

Readjusting yourself and the covers by pulling them up, you froze as Gwen stirred in her sleep. Cautiously, you pulled part of the covers over her. Gwen held onto your torso tighter and moved her face into your neck, her breathing tickling your skin. Holding her hand, you caressed her skin. Her hands were rough and calloused, evidence of her skills as a drummer.

Feeling Gwen twitch in her sleep, she subconsciously intertwined her fingers with yours. The only thing you could remember was Gwen’s touch as you dozed off. Gwen may have needed your comfort and presence the most after every day as Ghost-Spider, but she’d never understand that you needed her more than you let on.

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[the-daily-dreamer]

Hi, why do you hate Rhaenyra and why did you choose teem green? I'm not mean I'm just curious and want to read some different opinion :^

Hi!

I really appreciate you coming to ask my opinion kindly.

The short answer to your question is that I dislike Rhaenyra because I’ve found that she is quite entitled and that entitlement leads to her behaving irresponsibly and selfishly, to the detriment of others. And, I’m team green because generally despise/dislike almost everyone on team black (Daemon, Rhaenyra, Viserys, the Strong boys, etc.), and I empathize a lot with Alicent and her children and the abuse and neglect they’ve faced at the hands of Viserys and to a lesser extent Rhaenyra and her kids.

That’s the short answer; however, if you want the long, detailed answer then keep reading.

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Disliking Rhaenyra

Throughout the season, Rhaenyra makes so many decisions for her own selfishness that have disastrous consequences for others. While her motivations are never explicitly stated, it becomes quite clear that Rhaenyra sees herself as exceptional and that any choices she make will not/should not affect her because she is the heir and because her father will bail her out.

She sneaks out with Daemon because she wants to and is ready to sleep with him in a compromising setting where she could be caught, and when consequences come, she tells half truths, deflects, and gets Alicent’s father fired leaving Alicent completely alone in court.

She coerces Criston, a person in a lower position to her who’s livelihood depends on her, to have sex and doesn’t take his “no” (twice!) for an answer. This leads to Criston being ready to commit suicide from his guilt.

She has three obvious bastards which put those children’s lives in danger and puts her own claim at risk. The question of their parentage could lead to a succession crisis when she ascends or after her death when Jace ascends. And that bastard issue also leads to a succession crisis for Driftmark and the murder of Vaemond Velaryon.

She never holds her children accountable for their mutilation of Aemond, and even takes it’s further by trying to have him tortured for information on who said the boys are bastards. Something she knows is a fact. She is literally ready to torture a young boy to cover up a lie she tells, but finds it unbelievable that her son, who gouged out another child’s eye, should be punished.

She doesn’t take any initiative to establish herself in court and gain the favor of Lords and Ladies who may have issue with her ascension (just look at how Rhaenyra is with the Lannisters vs Alicent in court settings). And this leads to a deep dislike of her from certain houses.

Despite Laenor reaffirming his devotion to her and “their” sons. She convinces him to fake his death and run away so that she can marry Daemon who was literally JUST widowed.

She runs off to dragonstone to be with Daemon. This is at a crucial time where she could be taking over more responsibilities as a ruler from her father, gaining the trust of the smallfolk and small council in her abilities to rule as well as learning on the job before taking over. However, she doesn’t want to do the work and leaves the ruling up to Alicent and Otto, a crucial and foolish mistake. Who leaves the ruling to people you perceive as a threat to your claim? And then complains that they are ruling when you haven’t?

And most of all, her perceived exceptionalism leads her to think that she is the exception to the male primogeniture rules. She is not against the sexist system, she’s only against the sexist system affecting her and her alone. She has no intentions of changing the laws to absolute primogeniture, and even passes over Baela as a candidate for driftmark, instead insisting she could rule as queen if she marries Jace.

Overall, Rhaenyra’s actions are all selfishly motivated and come from a place of her own perceived exceptionalism. And when consequences arise she runs to her father to bail her out (including when he’s literally on his death bed rotting away and she hasn’t seen him in years), or she lies and hurts others. Her actions and motivations are just not ones I can support.

I acknowledge she’s at a disadvantage. But she doesn’t put in the effort to counteract it, instead doing whatever she wants and expecting things to work out. I just don’t find that compelling.

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Team Green

My reasons for liking and supporting team green are much more concise. I just don’t like the people on team black. And I do like the (most) of the people on team green.

I sympathize with Alicent most of all. She’s a child bride who was maritally raped and neglected by her pedophilic husband. I sympathize with the green kids because they’ve been neglected by their father and even mutilated and nobody cared.

And also, I sympathize with them politically to an extent. I recognize Viserys said Rhaenyra is heir. But the laws haven’t changed so they do have a basis for their claim. And while Rhaenyra is heir, Alicent is the one who has been ruling for years in Viserys’s stead. The Targ-Hightowers are the ones who have been in charge for most of the season. They have gained the support of the people and Alicent dedicates most of her decisions to their well-being.

I just struggle to not support team green when they’ve been the most victimized group and they are the ones who have put in the work when Rhaenyra and co haven’t.

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So yeah. Those are my quickly explained reasons. I hope they are sufficient enough to explain my side, but I’ll be happy to answer any other questions you may have.

[claudemblems]

Bookish Romance | Malleus + Leona Headcanons

Summary: How Malleus and Leona act with an s/o that loves to read and go shopping for books

Notes: I only just finished the Savanaclaw chapter but that's not going to stop me from writing for Malleus

Malleus Draconia

Finds you unbelievably adorable.

Though he doesn't quite understand how fictional stories can make you so excited, he's just glad to see you have something that makes you so happy.

"Child of Man, could you tell me what you find so fascinating about these stories? I wish to know what exactly intrigues you. Perhaps, if it is within my power, I can recreate the scenes with you."

100% turns into his dragon form just so you can soar through the sky on him like the characters in your fantasy novel. What, you didn't expect him to do this for you? Don't you know how much Malleus Draconia, crown prince of Briar Valley, is willing to make all of your dreams come true?

He'll even rope the rest of the dorm into these reenactments. You need princes fighting for your hand in marriage? Good thing Diasomnia has 3 other willing members! (They didn't actually get a say in all of this).

It's a bit embarrassing for them, but they don't mind it too much. The boys adore you, and they'll do anything to see you and Malleus smile. Sebek and Silver will still insist they're only doing it for their young master, though (they're just shy okay).

If there's a certain book you can't find or that has gone out of print, Malleus ensures that you WILL get it no matter what. If that means using his royal title and demanding a publishing house to make an extra copy just for you, he won't hesitate to do so.

You've tried to keep yourself from mentioning you want things now because they keep mysteriously showing up at your door. You appreciate Malleus' thoughtfulness, but you know he drives his staff crazy; they're the ones who have to fetch your gifts on his behalf.

Malleus truly has no impulse control when he wants to spoil you, which is all the time.

He LOVES when you cuddle up next to him by the fireplace and read your books aloud to him. The stories are always entertaining, but more than anything, he just enjoys listening to your voice.

Even better if you fall asleep on him in the middle of it. It makes his heart flutter in his chest every time.

He'll quietly carry you back to your room, careful to mark the place in your book where you stopped before giving you a kiss on the forehead, bidding you goodnight.

He wonders if you'd like to have him read stories to you, too. Perhaps you'd like to hear a classic fairytale. He knows a delightful one about fairies and sleeping princesses.

Leona Kingscholar

Oh no, he's got it bad for you.

He's not really into reading books that much himself, but there's something so heartwarming watching how your eyes light up when you spot your favorite series in a bookstore or how you make grabby hands trying to reach a volume from the top shelf.

You're ridiculously cute. He won't admit it to you, but it's blatantly obvious to everyone else.

He will, however, tease you relentlessly.

He has no problem grabbing the book you want and holding it above your head, just far enough out of reach, a smug smirk on his face.

"You've gotta work to get it, Herbivore." "Just give me my book, Leona!!! 😠"

The angry pout you give him makes his heart go all soft and mushy. Who gave you the right to be so adorable? It only spurs on his teasing side even more, if only just so he can look at your adorable expressions.

His favorite thing besides napping is watching you ramble on about the plot of a book or your favorite characters. You get so animated when you talk and he can visibly see the joy beaming on your face. He's so used to dry conversations with other people that he isn't used to someone talking so earnestly with him, or rather, excitedly rambling about nonsensical things. It's intoxicating.

You'll be several minutes into your tangent when you look over and see Leona, head resting in his hand, gazing at you with the fondest smile you swear you've ever seen him wear.

Your heart can't help but skip a beat at the sight. Is this how he looks at you when you're too lost in your own world to notice? The thought makes your cheeks flush.

"Herbivore, you didn't finish telling me about what happened next. You can't just leave me on a cliffhanger like that."

And once again, your eyes are shining with delight as you continue gushing over your favorite book. Leona can't hold back his growing smile, no matter how hard he tries.

Out of all the herbivores he's met in his lifetime, you are truly the most endearing of them all.

[daisybell17]

All eyes on us — Loki

What are the odds that a prince such as Loki would even notice a low status princess from a dying nation?

What are the odds that a prince such as Loki would even bat an eye or start a conversation with you?

What are the odds that a prince such as Loki would come up to you after the ball.

And what are the odds that a prince such as Loki would invite you to stay the night with him?

Actually you had unbelievably amazing odds.

People and beings from all over the realms and galaxy often criticised Loki for dating such a low status princess but the god had fought and defended you time and time again. Until this day you still never understood why he chose you but he says to not question it too much.

At first people thought it was a ruse, a trick, a way to shock the public, hell even you bought into the rumours, alas Loki had proved his love for you over and over, professing it to the heavens high. Needless to say it was difficult not to fall for the charming prince who knelt to you and only you.

Even years after dating, no one could truly believe the prince’s choices, but he never once regretted or had a second thought about you…and soon enough the love between you grew

An Asgardian ball was to be held again and of course you were Loki’s date…

“Darling you look absolutely stunning in that dress”

You turned to you your charming prince by the frame of your door “I didn’t hear you come in…Were you trying to get a peek? But thank you my love”

He let out a chuckle at your comment “Well perhaps” teasing back with a wink.

He made his way towards you, placing his hands on your waist…then lifting his hand to your chin

“May I?”

“You may” You say with a smile and he pulled your lips to his. God you melted every time he kissed you

Pulling away, you wrapped your arm around him and you both made your way out to the ball

It was…magnificent to say the least

So many prince’s, princesses, guests and more, all dressed in the finest Asgardian collection the land had to offer.

Perhaps it was your own nervousness or your insecurities fuelling your mind…but its as if all eyes were on you…judging you

Your gripped tightened around Loki, signalling you weren’t comfortable

“Love are you ok?” He asked with a display of concern

“There’s…so many eyes…on you…on me” Your throat closed up as your anxiety started bubbling up

Loki took a peek around and you weren’t wrong.

There were some princesses passing whispers to one another, looking at you and laughing.

Turning around he saw a group of men pointing at you…that pissed him off

Another glance and he was met with the sight of his father talking to another royal family, specifically to a princess Odin wanted for Loki

He looked back at you and was met with his darling, shaking and panicked

“Honey look at me” He said with a stern tone

Immediately your eyes met his “Y-Yea?”

“If everyone is going to stare we might as well give them a show hm?”

“W-What?! Loki are you serious?! It’s obvious not many people like us together, or at least they don’t like me”

“So? I like you…Darling I love you…you really think I care for the opinions of others?”

“No? I just…hm…this is making me uncomfortable”

“Perhaps you would like to freshen up? Cool down? I wouldn’t want you to miss this ball” Loki has insisted

Giving it a thought it seemed like a good option…just a moment to breathe and then back out to this…nerve wrecking event

“Yea…I would like that” You smiled at him, your grip loosing up

Loki smiled and started to lead you back to your room when you were both stopped by the princess Odin had been talking to

“Ah! You must be Loki…Prince of Asgard? God of Mischief?” She asked

Loki responded to her and engaged in her conversation. It was awkward for you just standing there, so you slowly removed your arm from his and took a couple steps back

She was…gorgeous to say the least and it was clear she was trying to lead Loki to her…Was this it? Was Loki really going to leave you? You were just some low status princess…he was going to leave eventually

But as she moved her body closer to his and placed her hand by his jaw…you felt this rage erupt within you

You had no idea what came over…a confidence you couldn’t explain…but that simple action caused you to walk back to them and tugged harshly on Loki’s arm

“Love…I would really like that dance now” You smiled looking at Loki.

The princess was stunned.

Loki has smirked at you, proud and unintentionally turned on by your sudden confidence

Your hand travelled to his chest, forcing the woman to retract her arm and body. Your other hand rubbed up and down his arm…claiming him as yours

Soon Loki’s attention was all on you “Then let’s dance my darling”

Leaving the princess to her own defeat, Loki had led you to the middle of the floor and started dancing to the beat of the music

Your eyes fixed on him, Loki leaned into your ear “Suddenly my love has become so confident…were you jealous my darling?”

Biting back a chuckle you whispered in “I don’t like other people touching what’s mine”

Loki let out a laugh at your comment “Darling i’m yours just as much as you are mine…don’t forget that…”

You both kept the rhythm, matching each beat perfectly

“I must admit, seeing you gain a sudden confidence turned me on…you should be more like that…it’s good for you”

“Perhaps…although I would need some time to work on that”

Loki smiled and twirled you around as the song came to an end

Loud clapping had emerged from your graceful performance

“Darling look…all eyes are on us”

You looked around the room and they were…but now you knew they couldn’t do anything about the love you and Loki shared. No one could break the love between you both.

Loki then lead you back to your quarters and spent the night showing you just how much he loved you…

[statementlou]

We've all seen the discourse lately about Louis' presentation- people are saying that he's choosing or being forced to conform to an overly straight image, like for example saying he doesn't like wine or does like football, and god knows I've already ranted about it plenty- but I realized that we'd mostly been so sidetracked by the homophobic ignorance of people insisting that certain lifestyle or dietary or hobby preferences are "straight" or "masculine" that I, at least, have let the even more fucked up underlying concept go unchallenged. So briefly setting aside how unbelievably stupid it is to say that gay people aren't watching the world cup or don't eat mcdonalds or don't associate themselves with clubbing (LMAOOOO), I wanna talk about the underlying argument. People are saying (wrongly imo but…) that Louis is associating himself solely with things that the mainstream doesn't see as queer coded- and that there is something wrong with that. They're saying that we know he has more depth than that, and that he should be showing other aspects of himself as well. Usually the argument is that people respond well to those aspects so he's doing a disservice to his marketing by not milking it for all its worth, or that he's marketing to the 'wrong' people (indie rock boys club for example) by not doing that. Leaving aside that maybe that's who he WANTS to market to (source: he's fucking told us so like 300 million times) rather than teen queers on tiktok, AND the fact that in fact he's doing NUMBERS in all the markets you say he's neglecting without changing a damn thing so uh maybe advice isn't needed- he actually is actively marketing himself to teen queers on tiktok and it's working GREAT- but okay, let's talk about what being asked for. The ask is that he present himself as less straight. That he publicly embrace a more femininized and queer coded image.

HE IS CLOSETED. THAT IS A FUCKED UP ASK.

This fandom's default of centering Harry and what he does as the benchmark for everyone else is absurd. While Harry's way of navigating his closet- very flamboyantly- certainly has a long and proud tradition in the entertainment industry, focusing on that as the norm obscures that fact that most often and at its most basic, being closeted simply means publicly presenting yourself as a straight person. That's it. I can assure you that there are SO MANY public figures who you have never second guessed twice because they're actually closeted and therefore you think they are straight, because no, queerness is not always visible or obvious or something you can assume because someone has a great skincare routine. Again, I don't actually think he IS, but if Louis wanted to present a straight image THAT IS HIS RIGHT. Your desire for him to come out is not his problem! I strongly disagree with the idea that anyone owes anyone details of their sexuality, and I very much believe that people desperately need to learn to separate "I WANT" from "I AM ENTITLED TO AND OTHER PEOPLE NEED TO DO."

[bang-tan-bitches]

can we get a drabble for beloved?? 🥺🥺 i love that au sm

Okay so this is just a snippet.

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No matter how much they cleaned, you couldn't enter the throne room without smelling blood. You knew it was all in your head, but the very thought of entering the room made your stomach turn. Emperor Min - Yoongi, you must call him Yoongi, he can be very unhappy when you do not use his name, you remind yourself - understood your obvious uneasiness with the room and immediately commissioned a new throne room to be built, along with a new golden throne fit for his empress.

"You're not listening to me."

Princess Min's voice jolts you from your thoughts. She is staring at you over morning tea, a soft pout on her pretty mouth while her dark, dark eyes remain focused on you.

"I apologize Princess," You sit up straighter and focus your attention on her, "You were choosing colors for the wedding?"

"No," She sniffs delicately and snaps her fan closed, tossing it to the maid behind her, "I've chosen colors. I was choosing flowers. I think this child has made you forgetful."

"Gardenias are lovely." You place your hand gently over the slight bulge of your belly, finding the fact that you were carrying the heir of the kingdom inside you unbelievable, "I think they would compliment you and The Prince Regent beautifully."

"What does my nephew think?"

You give Princess Min a small smile, exasperated with her insistence that you were having a son, "We will not know whether it is a Prince or a Princess of the kingdom for several months yet. I am afraid you will be sincerely disappointed if you keep insisting on a prince."

"My sister could never be disappointed in my empress." His silky smooth voice causes you to stiffen. You lick your lips and relax your shoulders before turning your head to greet your husband - he will be unhappy if he thinks you are uncomfortable around him.

"Yoongi," You greet him as he leans over your shoulder and presses a soft kiss to your cheek before sitting next to you, "Is the morning court finished already?"

Yoongi's eyes are dark as they stare at you. Sometimes his eyes are so black and unreadable you feel completely out of place. You know your smile is perfect, you've practiced it for hours when you are alone. You have to make sure that everything is perfect and there is no crack in your mask. You have to watch what you say and how you respond and you practice to make sure it is perfect. You cannot have any more deaths on your head. You aren't sure you can handle it.

He eyes you a little longer before he smiles and it still makes your breath catch. He taps your nose with the tip of his finger as Princess Min complains about how her brother loves you more than anything now and everyone just ignores her. He responds to her something sweet and placating, but freely admits that you are his world. You can barely hear him over the stuttering of your heart. You aren't sure if it is fear or something else that makes your heart race.

"Your father sent a letter." Yoongi says casually as he refills your cup of tea, "It appears this year really is bountiful."

"Oh?" You question and gently take the letter he placed on the table. You have only seen your father a handful of times since you were wed, however your husband sees him almost daily at morning court. You have not seen your sister at all since that night. You weren't even invited to attend her wedding to Lord Kim, your father thinking it best not to upset her, but you knew Ara did not wish to see you.

Before you can open the letter, Yoongi grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, softly kissing each of your fingers, his eyes boring into yours, "Your sister, Lady Kim, is also with child."

[blackjackkent]

Confession: I'm mostly not playing Rakha QUITE as reckless as I'm writing her, because this woman is incredibly squishy, but honestly even playing her relatively normal for a sorcerer she is still getting her ass beat repeatedly. I also forgot to long rest before going into this fight which did NOT help. XD ALSO, everyone rolled fucking terribly, even Zevlor who usually kind of wrecks face in this fight.

TLDR: the fight with the goblins does NOT go well.

At the end of it, everyone is soaked in blood and one of the human mercenaries is dead amidst the pile of goblin corpses. Gale, who took an arrow in the shoulder, is looking more than a little green around the gills, and Rakha is nearly unconscious; the bloodlust in her head has eclipsed the abilities of her body and she is exhausted, utterly drained of magic and wild-eyed. The fight ends with Lae'zel standing over her prone body, having run her greatsword through the bugbear that was about to finish her off.

"That was the last of them!" Zevlor bellows from the wall. "Inside! All of you! More may follow!" The gate into the settlement begins to creak open unpleasantly.

-----

"On your feet, t'rac'shka,"(*) Lae'zel mutters curtly. "If you are to bleed out, let it be inside the walls." But she watches with some attentiveness as Rakha staggers unsteadily back to her feet, and shoves a health potion into her hand when she doesn't produce one of her own. "Drink."

Rakha, whose head is still clearing only slowly, drinks the potion obediently. As Lae'zel offered her no thanks for Rakha's help in the trap, so Rakha offers her none now, but simply turns and trudges wearily towards the gate of the settlement.

-----

Inside, there's no sign of the man with the strange-feeling magic, but the tiefling and human leaders are shouting again.

"There are children here, you fool!" Zevlor is yelling as Rakha approaches, his glowing eyes narrowed in fury.

"We was running for our lives," the mercenary snarls back angrily.

"You led them straight to us," Zevlor snaps. "And you let them take the druid, too! Unbelievable!"

Rakha comes to a halt nearby and looks between the two combatants with exhausted disinterest. The fury of both is obvious; it grates in her ears, but she couldn't give less of a shit about either one. The goblins are dead. The beast in her head is purring, pleased, sated. What does it matter now that they were led here? What does it matter that the gate did not open at once?

Only one bit of the conversation sticks out as marginally curious. "Druid?" she asks vaguely. "Those goblins didn't take any prisoners." They were like the beast, they wanted to kill and slaughter and glory in it. They were not here for captives.

The human shrugs. "We lost 'im back at the ruins," he growls. "Whole place is crawling with gobbos."

Zevlor dislikes this explanation. "He *trusted* you!"

"Nobody forced him to go with us!" the human answers defensively. "He insisted! And when things got tough, he couldn't keep up. Simple as that!"

"My gods, you're a coward!" rages Zevlor.

Narrator: [INSIGHT] The human's eye twitches. He's about to blow.

Rakha observes the mercenary's fury with a clinical sort of interest. She sees her own rage in it - undirected, ill-controlled. He has lost a companion. He feels disrespected by the tiefling leader. He had business at these 'ruins' which did not go as planned. He seeks a target.

Best to strike first, before he decides that target is her.

[MELEE ATTACK] Aim a blow at the human.

(A/N: 18 with an inspiration usage. Rakha has -1STR, but she has the element of surprise and the "beast" on her side. XD)

The blow is quick and precise; the impact stings through her knuckles and the human's head snaps back and then he goes over like a felled tree. He hits the ground in front of Zevlor's boots, out cold.

"That's... that, I suppose," Zevlor says. He looks more than a little bemused and gives Rakha a cautious glance sidelong. But he wastes little time on concern about her; within a moment he's already turning away, his mind on other things.

"The goblins have found us. No doubt the beasts will be back," he mutters. "We need to pack up and leave, immediately."

Rakha and her companions watch him walk away; Rakha absently rubs her stinging knuckles. Shadowheart raises an eyebrow. "Nice punch," she says dryly. "Though be careful you don't spoil our welcome before we get what we need."

Rakha shrugs noncommittally. "That could have been worse."

Shadowheart smiles faintly. "For once."

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(*) I'm back on my bullshit of a) making up gith words and b) Lae'zel nicknaming my OCs. This is a portmanteau of "t'rac" (insanity) and "shka'keth" (asshole), and is intended to translate roughly as "crazy bastard."

[bluskye-27]

Can I request Marco the phoenix, Sanji, Zoro getting jealous into their best friends,(Like ace for Marco) please!!!!

Thank you sissy!!!!

Marco, Zoro & Sanji Jealous of their Fem! S/O's Best Friend

Summary: Your boyfriend got jealous of your best friend. He decided to do something about it.

Marco the Phoenix:

- Marco was the chill type, he doesn't get jealous so easily. When he watches you chat happily with your best friend, Ace, he doesn't think too much about it.

- But when the crew took out the booze? Oh boy

- You get drunk easily, so you tried to turn down the booze offered to you, but Ace, being Ace, insisted, so you took a gulp. And you started to regret it when the drunk effects started to take a toll on you.

- You giggled, dancing with Ace goofily in the midst of your crewmates' cheering.

- And then, drunk Ace went to lean in, like he's about to kiss you. Luckily, your beloved phoenix pried the drunken idiot away from you.

- The crew started to go crazy and wanted Marco and Ace to fight but Pops scolded them.

- Ace was hit on the head, apologizing profusely to you two with huge bumps on his head.

- Marco never made you drink booze after that.

Roronoa Zoro:

- You are a swordsman of the Strawhats. So it's obvious you and Zoro would get along pretty well.

- When Luffy brought you to their ship as their new nakama, Mosshead was skeptical at first but he grew fond of you over time.

- You guys spar from time to time, enhancing your skills and footwork with his guidance.

- And then there's Sanji...

- Everyone knows how much of a ladies' man the cook was, so it was no surprise that he would be all over you.

- Which is a very bad thing since you know how your boyfriend dislikes "Curly Brow"

- And that dislike tripled when he watched as Sanji tried to hug you.

- "Hey, dumbass!"

- "Huh?" And down Sanji went when Zoro hit his head. And of course, you were concerned, calling for Chopper to treat the poor blond.

- You pulled Zoro by his ear to your shared room, ready to scold him but his cute pout made you hesitant.

- "I did it because I don't like him being all over you."

- You decided to spoil him the whole week, reminding him how much you love him.

Blackfoot Sanji:

- Sanji met you when Zoro, your childhood friend, brought you to the ship. Apparently, the grass haired swordsman recruited you to be their new nakama and Luffy agreed wholeheartedly.

- Sanji fell in love at first sight. He never felt anything like he's experiencing now when he met other girls before.

- You warmed up to him the last because of over-the-top and perverted he can get but you started to fall for him because of his gentlemanly manners.

- He would greet you everytime he saw you, giving you compliments and noticing your new outfit you bought from the last island. (Which btw you purposely bought just to impress him.)

- And then Zoro, who's passing by, complimented you. Like wtf? Is the world ending?? Zoro compliments a girl?? Unbelievable!

- You blushed of course, not expecting your usually reserved best friend to appreciate your outfit.

- As for Sanji, well...

- He pulled you with him and went to the kitchen. He made you sit before hastily went to cook something.

- "Sanji, are you okay??" You asked him when he cuts his finger accidentally.

- "Hm? Yeah, I am."

- You were worried. You never saw him getting cuts when cooking before. He's a professional chef, for Pete's sake!

- You asked him about his problem and he answered you shyly.

- "I just don't like it when that stupid swordsman makes you blush. I only want you to do that with me." He frowned, his lips pouting.

- You laughed, turning him to face you and pulled him to a tight hug.

- "Dummy. Zoro's just my friend. And I don't mind if you want me all for yourself."

- Sanji fainted, his lips grinning goofily as you tried to wake him up, calling for the reindeer doctor in distress.

- In the end, Sanji did got you all for himself. Never forgetting to rub that on Zoro's face everyday.

Hello, @kazenomegaminowanpisu ! Hope you like this, sis! ;3

[sabraeal]

Say What You Mean (Mean What You Say)

[Read on AO3]

The first of my annual Holiday Gifts this year! Of the two AnS pairings chosen, Suzuri won its place by a landslide, though this concept just squeaked by over the next chapter of Out of Context. As promised, this piece is inspired by @onedivinemisfit​‘s fabulous Suzuri art (sorry I let her keep her stockings)

Suzu’s sponging off the last runny bits of pork grease from his hands when Yuzuri hooks her chin over his shoulder to sigh, “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

It’s certainly not the first time he’s heard it-- hell, it’s not the first time he’s heard it from her, specifically. But this time he furrows his brow as well as his napkin, tossing it into the bin as he grumbles, “I haven’t even done anything.”

“Except be a weirdo!” Her hand sweeps out from under her cloak, jabbing at the crumpled paper. “You are the only person alive that asks to have his dumpling wrapped.”

“I don’t like getting my hands greasy!” He holds them out, clean front and back, only marred by a few ink stains and a recent burn from the forge. “Do you want to put greasy hands back in your gloves? Or-- or smudge up a whole page of notes because you forgot a spot? I don’t think so!”

“Just shove it in your mouth like everyone else.” Her elbow bumps into his as he falls into step beside her. “It’s not hard!”

“Why do I have to change how I eat it?” He’s close, close enough that their hands skim past each other, and ugh, it would be exciting if he wasn’t just so used to it now. The whole being on top of each other and nothing happening thing has been his every day for months now. “I don’t need to burn my whole mouth just because none of you can accept how superior my method is.”

“It’s not though.” She groans, gloves scrubbing down her face. “It’s just weird.”

“The lady didn’t act like it was weird,” he insists, his shoulder nudging into hers, trying to make a little room. It’s not like they’re in some little alleyway, meant for only cats to squeeze through; it’s Pavilion Street, and still she’s right on top of him. “Didn’t even say anything about it! Just wrapped it up all nicely, like she’d been doing it all day.”

White wool flares out, making room for Yuzuri’s arms to wearily lift. “Because you’re one of her best customers, Suzu! She’d probably tuck it in for a nap too if it kept you coming back.”

He blinks at her, mild for a moment, before he finally offers, “I think if there was something odd about it, she would say so. She’s sort of the dumpling expert, don’t you think?”

Her arms drop, the one closest to him tangling up in his elbow before they get their personal space all sorted out, him on one side, her on the other. Again, she’s too close, her eyes heavily lidded, like she’s contemplating the number of ways she could make a fall down the stairs look like an accident.

“I think,” she says, so slow, like she’s savoring the words, “that there’s really no one else like you, Suzu.”

His mouth works for a moment, stymied. “Is that a compliment?”

There’s few people who can glare from the corner of their eyes, but Yuzuri’s talented enough to be one of them. “No.”

For only being a single syllable, it’s a palpable hit-- to his pride at least. Suzu grunts, but it only mists into the air; there one moment and blown away another. His fault for asking, really, when he already knew the answer.

As if he wasn’t smarting enough from her antics, Yuzuri lodges one of her bony elbows into his side-- sharp enough to puncture armor, let alone his delicate stomach-- and surges past him like a dog off her lead. “Are the tents up already?”

Suzu blinks, tearing his attention from where Yuzuri bounces on her heels to a cluster of yurts huddle off the side of the road, their pennants snapping with every sharp gust. He tallies up his mental arithmetic-- oh, what he wouldn’t give to be able to offload this busy work onto Kazaha too-- to arrive an answer that becomes more obvious the longer they stand there beneath the snow and lamps. “The winter festival started three days ago. At least by my count.”

“Three days ago?” Her eyes round, incredulous. “No way? What were we even doing?”

That, Suzu knows off the top of his head. Or, well, his alibi at least. Shirayuki cornered him in the commissary Friday morning, spinning him some yarn about that weird perfume they’d found a year or so back, and a friend who would be in trouble if they couldn’t concoct something more useful from it than a law suit waiting to happen. They’d spent the entire weekend locked away in the lab, subsisting off the food Obi would drop in front of them and sleeping on couches, only stumbled out of their stupor this morning. He’d spent five house face down on his bed before turning right back around to the lab.

What Yuzuri was up to, well-- he’s stumbled over her making eyes at too many scholars between the greenhouse beds to let his imagination run rampant. Speculating about what she might do on her own time is a one way ticket to ulcers.

Instead, he shuffles closer, squinting at the sign propped up by the street. “2000 dir for forty-five minutes?” He lets out a whistle. “Don’t see that every day.”

“Really?” She crowds him, hunkering down until his arm brushes something too soft to be her side, and-- and he just doesn’t think about it. For his own good. “High or low? I never know what’s a good price for these things.”

“It’s all overpriced,” he informs her, strained. “But this is usually what they charge for fifteen minutes at its peak hours.”

Now it’s Yuzuri who squints, focused honed to a point. Shirayuki calls herself a granddaughter of a bar when they balk at her for matching them drink-for-drink or remembering the filthiest verse of a drinking song, but whenever Yuzuri gets like this, snuffling out a deal the way pigs do truffles, she might as well be the daughter of a market stall.

“Do you think there’s something wrong with them?” she asks, only half paying attention. “Someone spilled something inside? A kid threw up? Caught a couple doing--”

“No.” Whatever euphemism she’s about to invent, he doesn’t need to live through it. “I think it’s timing. The lamp festival is where they make their most money, and solstice night too, but between them, well...not many people are going to stop for a quick sit-down when they’re worried about getting dinner on the table.”

“You know...” Yuzuri straightens, smoothing out the wool of her skirt. “I’ve never been in one.”

“Oh really?” He blinks, levering himself upright. He would never have guessed, considering what scholars liked to use them for. “Me either. At least, not since I was a little kid. Never thought it was worth it to sit on some pillows.”

She’s silent. Not in the shy way of someone who’s run out of things to say, but impatient, like someone who is saying quite a number of things very loudly, just not with her mouth. Unfortunately for the both of them, Suzu’s never quite perfected the art of listening with his gut rather than his ears.

Her eyebrows ratchet up an octave, intent as she informs him, “And we just had dinner...”

“Oh.” He glances back to where the tents are pitched, firelight limning their flaps. “Did you want to go in?”

All at once, her shoulders sway into his, eyelashes fluttering as she hums, “Oh well, I mean, if that’s what you’d like to do...?”

He shrugs, fleece itching at his neck. “Not really.”

This time, her silence in thunderous. Enough that even he can feel the vibration of her expectations.

“But if you’re interested, it’s a good price,” he offers, tucking his hands in his pockets so they don’t tremble. “You kept me company all evening, so you deserve a treat.”

“Well,” she hums, sweeping by toward the nicest one. “If you insist.”

“This is nice.” It’s a mistake to have come in here; something Suzu had known intellectually before she’d badgered him into it, but had forgotten until he sees her toe off her boots, stocking feet disappearing into the plush pile of the carpet. She sinks down onto her knees, so close her skirt flops over his knee, and he swallows hard enough to crack walnuts. “Really comfy.”

The air’s suffused with incense and spice, and it makes the air thick, heavy like a favorite blanket. It makes the space smaller, more intimate, and they’re not on a date, they’re not, but--

It’s hard to hear that rational part of his brain when she curls up close, arm burning a stripe along his shoulder where they both rest against the cushion.

“Y-yeah.” It would be a tactical mistake to grab a pillow; a nice girl, one like Shirayuki, might assume he was getting comfortable, but Yuzuri-- she knows too much. He’d have to suffer a sly smile at best, and at worst-- well, one of them is going to be sitting through these forty-five minutes, so he’d have plenty of time to contemplate just why he deserves to be doing it alone. “Even nicer than I remember.”

“Did you come here often? As a kid, I mean.” Her knees tilt, no longer squeezed against her chest but sprawling into his lap. “These always seemed a little touristy to me. I would have thought people from here would pass them right by.”

“Well, now I do, yeah. But when we were younger, my parents always took us to the tents. It was part of the Light Festival!” His mother has sworn there were a good two years where he refuse to nap unless she brought him, piling pillows on top of him until his snores were loud enough to hear through the down. “My sister’s a little older than me, so once she got big enough to keep an eye on me, they’d pay for all of us to go in on our own.”

“Ah, I see.” Laughter fizzes beneath her words, threatening to bubble out. “You three were a handful.”

“How could you say that?” Suzu presses a hand to his chest, eyes painfully wide as he insists, “I was an absolute angel.”

Yuzuri tosses her head back, giggles spilling out from her like water from a bath, overfull and decadent. If he thinks about putting his mouth right there, where her pulse thrums beneath her winter pale skin, well-- that’s no one’s business by his own. Not like he’s hurting anyone else letting himself get stung like this.

“We really thought we were getting away with something too,” he admits, watching her from the corner of his eyes. It’s so rare to see her unguarded, each glance feels like it’s stolen, a part of her he was never supposed to see. “No parental supervision! We could make as much ruckus as we wanted! And in the end we mostly ate candy.”

“And your parents got fifteen minutes to themselves.” Her laughter’s barely contained, leaking out in drips and drabs every time she looks at him. It’s worth it for the way she smiles though, as if he’s telling the joke rather than being one. “That’s one to keep in mind.”

His heart makes a desperate bid to end his misery, lodging itself somewhere in the vicinity of his throat and holding position in hopes of a good choke.

“It stops working at a certain point,” he blurts out; it’s a miracle his voice doesn’t crack from the strain. “I mean, when kids get older. Once we were all able to walk around on our own, it lost it’s shine.”

She hums, and oh, he can feel that right in his bones, rattling both his teeth and his thoughts. “Makes sense. If you’re already allowed to run wild, these things probably feel more like a time out than a privilege.”

If Suzu had been gifted with the self-preservation the Powers That Be-- whoever they were; not his business-- chose to gave small rodents, that’s where this particular topic would meet its end. Or even if he possessed the sort of conversational skills that had Shirayuki shipped hither and yon for king and country-- perhaps more literally than anyone could be comfortable with-- it might fade into something else. An observation about work, a comment on the pillows, a question of how long she thought they had left-- anything, so long as it wasn’t--

“People would go when we got older though. Much older. For dates. Pay for fifteen minutes and then see how far you could get. Not that I--” there’s no way to complete this sentence that doesn’t lead to shame and mortification and possibly a brand new way to get slapped, but he can’t stop talking, not now that he’s unplugged this particular drain-- “I didn’t do it. I mean, I would have, if it’d been an option, but I wasn’t really--”

Yuzuri sighs, loud enough it should rattle the tent. “This is ridiculous.”

“What do you--?”

The silence between his heartbeats stretches for hours when she rises to her knees, swinging a long, bestockinged leg around his hips. She looms over him, utterly implacable, as a goddess beholding their most underwhelming devotee. He must try to stammer through a question-- his mouth moves, even if the ringing in his ears drowns out the sound-- but she merely grips his coat in one slender hand, and stoppers up his mistakes with her lips.

It’d be paradise, if he didn’t jolt back like an idiot. “W-what?”

Her clutch on him squeezes tighter, Yuzuri’s brows knitting with the kind of consternation that usually results in plots getting reassigned. “What?”

“You--” it’s hard to think when every molecule of sense is trying to abandon ship-- “you kissed me!”

Suzu’s never been the sort of person who can convey thoughts with his eyes alone, but when Yuzuri glares down at him now, it’s a whole seminar on his stupidity. “Yes?”

Maybe he’s earned it, when his only question that elbows its way out of his mouth is, “W-why would you do that?”

She recoils, all that divine confidence expelled from her like life from a corpse. “Did you not want me to?”

He may not have a finger on her, but he can feel her slip from them. Her weight retreats toward the boundary of his knees, like she might leave, and he-- he can’t let that happen. His hands fly up, hooking around the convenient curve of her hips, and hold her steady despite their tremble.

“Of course I do,” he blurts out, heat licking at the tips of his ears. It’s mortifying to be known like this, but he can’t care, not when the phantom pressure of her lips still lingers on his. “I just don’t know why you would want to!”

She blinks, those pale eyes of hers so wide he could fall in. “It just seemed like the thing to do! We’re on a date, aren’t we? So I thought--”

“We’re on a what?” He has to be hallucinating. Maybe Yuzuri’s right, maybe the dumpling lady hates him, and she’s laced the paper with--

“A date,” Yuzuri repeats, incredulity building with every letter. “We’re on a date.”

His grip must tighten; he hears her squeak as he splutters, “Wha--? S-since when?”

The stare she fixes him with could level the whole quarter, let alone a man’s pride. Good thing Suzu’s never had any to begin with. “Since you asked me!”

It’s his turn to blink, confused. “Since I what?”

“Since you asked me.” She huffs, folding her arms just under her chest in a way that is utterly distracting. Or at least it would be, if she wasn’t already in his lap, lips flushed from kissing him. “You came up to me at my desk just after lunch and said, Shirayuki’s showing off our work and Ryuu’s at the outpost for inventory, want get dinner, just the two of us?”

“Oh.” His thumbs make nervous circles over the ridge of her hip bone, soothing him even as she squirms beneath his grip. “I thought you’d take that in a friendly way.”

There’s a noise she makes, a dull buzz that reminds him of how cicadas are described in books, their drone warning of heat to come. Only this sound isn’t about the weather, it’s about mortal peril, and oh, it looks like he’s about to meet it head on.

“Why would I think that?” she snaps, balancing her weight between his knees. “Just the two of us is clear date talk! If you wanted to make it friendly, then you should have said, as friends.”

“Because you have every other time I’ve asked!” Sweat and fleece combine to make an untenable state of affairs under his collar, but he can’t spare the hands to even tug at it, not unless he wants to risk her escaping. Which he can’t, not when they’re so close to-- to something. Hell if he knows what it is, but its different, at least. “We’ve been out to dinner, just us, maybe...a hundred times! The as friends seemed very heavily implied.”

“Well--” it should bother him that she’s bothered, that her confidence is flagging, but her shoulders hike up, and all he can focus on is how kissable she looks like this, vulnerable and incensed both-- “it seemed more like a date this time! You must have done something different!”

“I didn’t do anything!” he insists, not knowing why he’s doing this, just tripping his once chance to kiss Yuzuri right at the starting line. He was half asleep when he spoke to her, it would have been simple to say that maybe a little of his hopes slipped through but-- but it would be a lie, and for some reason, it feels important not to make this easy, to make her have to work for this already enthusiastic yes. “I said the same thing I always do!”

“Well, then maybe--” Her words sheer off, all the fight gone out of her as a faintest, most delicate pink blooms over the apples of her cheeks. With a voice so soft he nearly misses it, she mumbles, “M-maybe I’m the one that’s different.”

He stares, eyes so wide he can feel their whites drying in the air. “W-why? Did you drink something in the lab? Huff something? We were working with that perfume only last night, you know. If a bottle doesn’t have a label, you really should do more than waft--”

“I’m not drugged, Suzu,” she snaps, pink blazing to crimson. “I just like you, that’s all!”

“O-oh...” He turns that over in his mind, once, twice. “I don’t understand. Are you sure you didn’t--?”

“Shut up!” Pain blooms right between his eyes, but it’s not until her hand falls back that he realizes-- she flicked him. “It’s not new! I’ve...I’ve felt this way for a while.”

“W-what?” It’s times like this where he’d pinch himself-- not to wake himself up, but so that he can enjoy the dream-- but he doesn’t dare move his hands, not when she feels like she could turn to smoke and sleep at any moment. “But-- when? No, why?”

She sighs, nothing short of aggrieved. “Sometimes I wonder that myself.”

“I don’t...” He licks his lips, mouth far too dry for even this muttering. “I don’t get it.”

“You don’t have to.” There’s something steely in her when she meets his eyes, braced. “Are you trying to say you’re not interested?”

Her hips move, but not in the direction he wants them to. No, they’re moving back, like she means to slip off his lap entirely, and--

And he can’t let that happen. “No!” he yelps, grip tight enough to force a groan from her. He’ll apologize later. “I’m-- I’m super interested. I’m just...confused. Really, really confused.”

Her head tilts, considering. “Whatever,” she decides with a heavy sigh. “I can work with that.”

Suzu means to ask with what, but he only has enough time to take a breath before her lips brush over his, no longer demanding an answer but teasing it out. When he leans in, it’s...tentative, not quite trusting the floor to hold him, or this dream to let him stay. But she’s real beneath his fingers, her gasp echoing against his chest when he pulls her hips closer. A dangerous fact, considering how close she is to-- to stuff. And things. Dick things.

But he can nearly forget about that when her own hands thread through the thick morass of of his hair, palms molding to his scalp as she pulls him into meet her, all those shy flutterings suddenly finding purpose. It’s no longer a question but an answer, one he groans out when her tongue flicks out over his bottom lip, coaxing him to open for her, to let her past, and oh-- he does not need to be asked twice.

It’s getting unruly beneath the belt, but he can’t find the will to care, not when her hips cant into his, grinding down when she finds the hardness he’s been hoping she’d miss. He bucks up into her, cock pressing at the seam of her cunt, and he-- he can’t remember why he’d ever want to hide this, something that could make her jaw go so slack, that could make her moan as he licked into her mouth--

“Wait!” He’s already screeched to a stop, like wheels on and iron track, but she shoves him for good measure, arms trembling as she holds him at their full length. “Wait.”

Even that hint of a plea has him twitching under his trousers, but it’s easy to put that aside. “Did I do something wrong?”

He hopes not; this is part he’s familiar with. The stuff past here...it’s a mixed bag.

“No, no. Definitely not...that. It’s just...” She narrows her eyes, suspicious. “You’re good at this?”

“I mean, I’ve kissed before.” And more, but that seems good-time limiting to mention it. At least right now.

“Well, okay, sure,” she huffs, flushed. It’s a good look on her, better than any time he’d seen her like it in the stockroom. “But you’re supposed to suck, Suzu! It’s supposed to be a sign of my love and devotion that I’m even putting up with your tongue in my mouth! Not-- not...”

He should be insulted, but instead he’s only intrigued. “Not...?”

She grumbles, tugging him against her mouth for a kiss that goes from playful to purposeful in a breath. One he must have stolen from her, since she’s left panting against his lips, “Not wondering just what I’d let you get away with in this tent.”

“Ohh.” He moans into her neck, practically whimpering as she grinds down into him, the pleasure so intense his whole spine tingles with it. “That does sound good.”

She tugs on his coat; this time, it frees the top two buttons. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

The last two pop open before he can gather himself enough to manage, “Good point.”

The fire may be cracking merrily in its pit, but it’s a chill that racks through him when Yuzuri wrangles his coat off him, his skin pimpling beneath the thin linen of his shirt. It’s hard to mind it though, when all it takes is a flex of his arm to pull her against him, her warmth seeping through even the thick wool of her dress. She giggles against his lips, and that helps raise the heat even more, each gasp and sigh she makes as he kisses up her neck raising the temperature of tent a whole degree.

"How is this?” he asks against her skin, nipping just beneath her ear. “Does this strain your love and devotion? Or--?”

“You’re impossible,” she huffs, hands skimming his shirt up and over his shoulders. That’s colder still, but oh, he’s too hot to care, crushing her against him as he nibbles down her jaw. “It’s a-- ah, don’t stop-- turn of phrase.”

“Is it? Because it sure sound like you-- haah!”

He’d had a whole plan to sound smug, to really enjoy this power he held over her, not matter how small, but well-- it’s nothing to the thrall she has him in the second she draws her dress-- chemises and all-- up and over her head.

“Problem?” she asks, so innocent, as if her breasts aren’t right there in all their glory, their tips dusky brown against the cream of her skin. His mouth waters, desperate to wrap around one of those stiff little peaks, but she pushes back off his lap, dragging him with her as she lays flat on the carpet. “Anything I can help you with?”

She highlights her eagerness with a hand to his cock, pressing against his full length, the sensation only survivable due to the thick fabric of his trousers. A thing he’s coming to resent with every lazy stroke of her palm.

“Fuck,” he pants. “How long do-- ahh-- you think we-- oh, shit-- have--?”

“I don’t know.” It’s terrible how much her coyness is doing it for him, making his cock’s confinement almost unbearable. “Enough time to have a little fun, as long as you can keep it down.”

“Great,” he manages, and then does his level best to swallow a tit whole. 

“Suzu!” Her finger scrabble at his back, at his belt, but he doesn’t have time for that, not when the soft flesh of her breast is plush against his mouth, nipple hardening beneath the pressure his tongue. “Suzu, I-- ohh-- that’s-- please--”

He’s not strong the way the guardsmen are, their muscles bulging in the yard with every swing of their sword or flex of their wrist. But he has weight on his side, plus the wiry strength it takes to haul soil from one end of the campus to the other, and with those things combined, he’s got momentum going for him too. In a motion smoother than he deserves, he tucks himself underneath Yuzuri just as she pulls up above him.

It’s not what she wants-- or maybe, not what she’s used to. She grunts, wriggling on top of him, trying to roll them back the other way--

“Trust me,” he murmurs, letting go of her breast with a pop. “I can do more for you down here than I can up there.”

Her brows furrow, skeptical. “What do you--”

“Here.” He hands her a pillow, guiding her hips further up his chest. Her stockings are woolen, itching as she inches up, but the underthings they’ve clipped to are silky, making the whole movement a seduction in itself. “You’re probably going to need this.”

She frowns at it, then frowns at him. “What for?”

“Well...” He shrugs as he hooks her knees above his shoulder, guiding her cunt so close to his face he can smell her even through her drawers, musky and sweet even still. “You’re the one that said we’d need to keep it down.”

“But what--? OH!”

Suzu doesn’t so much see the pillow raise as hear it, her moan muffled as he traces his tongue through the slit cut in the silk, her taste already thick in his mouth. He wants more though, needs more, raising his thumbs to bare the little bud at the tip of it. There’s few bedroom activities Suzu could call himself confident in-- he’d only had the one girlfriend, after all, and not for long enough to do more than check a few boxes-- but this one--

Well, there was a reason he’d had that girlfriend for months instead of weeks. He fits his mouth around that small nub, gentle at first, barely touching at all, but with every gasp-- Suzu, please. Suzu, yes-- he tugs a little stronger. Her thighs quiver beneath his grip, and with a gasp that goes straight to his cock, she pitches to all fours, face buried in the cushion.

He grins against her, testing his teeth-- oh! oh please-- before nosing lower, nuzzling aside the soft folds of her cunt to lap at the wetness dewing there. Or at least, that should be-- he’s used to going slow, to using lips until fingers are needed to help over the finish line, but Yuzuri is soaked when he licks at her, twitching and sensitive and so near the edge he twitches in sympathy.

“Do you need more?” he hums, fingers skimming over the crease of her legs, catching in the silk of her drawers. It’s a pity he can’t see her cunt tremble, but he feels it just fine against his lips. “Do you need me to help you?”

“Please,” she gasps, only half muted by the pillow. “I’m so close, Suzu, please--”

He presses a kiss to her stomach-- she groans, frustrated, but she’ll have to forgive him for being a little proud of himself. He’s got her right up to the edge without even using his fingers, a personal best.

“Suzu,” she says, more firm this time, almost lucid, and well, he can’t have that.

Her slit is dripping when he licks a stripe up it, his fingers sliding into the last knuckle with no more effort than slipping into a bath, and-- “Oh,” he breathes, dick twitching uselessly. “You weren’t kidding about being close.”

She’s tight, her muscles hugging each stroke of his fingers as if they were a scalpel and her the sheath made for them. It’s impossible not to think about what this would feel like against his cock, grasping him so tight with every thrust, and-- and it’s him who can’t wait this time, putting his mouth right over her mound and sucking until she gasps, hiccuping right into a moan the pillow barely catches.

Intellectually, Suzu’s always been aware that his skill with his mouth is above average-- again, enough to make weeks into months-- but it’s not until he watcher her now, squirming and sobbing through her orgasm that he understands. This is hardly her first time tipping over this particular precipice-- his whole first year here was stumbling into her trysts at, er, crucial junctures-- but when she sits back, hair askew and eyes dark, he’s pretty sure this may have been her best.

“All right,” she pants, tugging at his belt. “Now you.”

He might come from that right there, but in the next breath, a voice calls through the flap. “That’s time, ma’am! Please come out and--”

The flap opens, and, well, Suzu’s sure he’ll never forget that face.

“We definitely are not the only people to use those things for sex,” Yuzuri mutters darkly, adjusting her cloak. It’s still askew, and so is her dress, but it’s passable at serving its function now. “That carpet is made to be laid on.”

“He’s probably peeved he didn’t get to charge us a premium for it.” Suzu sighs, slipping his hand into hers. “Oh well. It was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?”

“You’re the one who didn’t--” Yuzuri blinks down, watching his fingers weave between hers. “Oh, is this what we do now?”

It’s strangely confrontational, the way she asks, but Suzu just shrugs, squeezing tighter. “Isn’t this what couples do?”

“Couples?” she murmurs, confused.

His elbow knocks into hers. “You’re my girlfriend now, right?”

It’s like he’s knocked the winds straight out of her. “Oh. Oh.” She swallows, loud enough that even he can hear. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Then yeah.” He smiles down, enjoy the way she pinks, gaze skittering away. “This is what we do. As long as it’s good for you.”

“It...it is.” She clears her throat, picking up a quick pace. “You could have found a more romantic way to ask, though.”

“Huh?”

Yuzuri rolls her eyes. “Ugh, never mind.”

[elizabeethan]

look in the mirror (and cry)

Part 4 / 5

Summary: Chrissy survives Vecna’s first attack, just barely.

Season 4 rewrite wherein Chrissy survives and Eddie is a soft worried angel

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If he had a tiny devil and a tiny angel on his shoulders, they would be fighting. 

 Not because he’s considering doing anything stupid or immoral, but because he can’t seem to make up his mind between having a wealth of self confidence and absolutely dragging himself down, and maybe they’re to blame. 

 The devil side, the one that doesn’t believe in him and never has, tells him that he’s being absolutely idiotic. Little Devil Eddie whispers in his ear that he’s making this all up and that she’s just being nice to him because she’s concussed and traumatized and just broke up with her boyfriend. 

 The angel side, the one that does believe in him and always has, talks to him in a gentle and encouraging voice and reminds him that he’s a total catch. Little Angel Eddie whispers in his ear that he’s kind and important, that he’s been nothing but caring and patient with Chrissy, that of course she would want to be with him and that her joke about liking Roger Taylor’s curls was a direct and deliberate flirt in his direction. 

 She’s probably trying to remind you that she’s into blonds, you stupid douche. 

 No, don’t listen to him, she’s trying to tell you that she likes your individuality and your willingness to express yourself. 

 They also try to tell him what he should do about his painfully obvious feelings for Chrissy. Little Devil Eddie says he should run away, abandon her again for her own good, leave and make sure she never has to see him again. Little Angel Eddie tells him he’s worth more than that, that he means something to her, that he should go for it. 

 Christ. Maybe he does have a concussion. 

Either way, though, he sits on the couch and does nothing. Somebody to Love still plays, the record spinning round and round in an endless loop, only they’ve also put on The Goonies. He hasn’t seen it, and when he admitted that, she almost dropped to the floor and insisted that he put the tape into Rick’s VCR. 

 Her head is on his shoulder. That must be the side the angel lives on. Or maybe it’s because it’s his left side, and that leaves her shattered left arm with plenty of space. 

 “Eddie,” she whispers. It’s been almost an hour, and honestly, he could have convinced himself that she was sleeping based on how still and quiet she’s been. 

 “Yeah, Sweetheart?” he asks, Little Devil Eddie kicking him when he uses the tender nickname, but she doesn’t seem to mind, so Little Angel Eddie gives him a pat on the back. 

 “You’re gonna get in trouble for this.” 

 He almost makes a joke, asks if she’s threatening him, but her voice is small and worried and shaky, like whatever she’s scared of has been on her mind long enough to start eating away at her, and he brushes the stupid nonexistent angels off his shoulders and sits up slowly, turning so he can face her. 

 “For what?” he asks when he meets her big, round eyes. 

 “For… harboring me,” she insists vehemently, like he should be as worried as she is. “I know I chose to come here, but you know no one is gonna see it like that. And when my mom finds out… I just realized, everyone is gonna assume you kidnapped me.” 

 Ah, he thinks to himself. She’s worried about him. 

 “That’s okay,” he starts with a small smile before he thinks better of it and asks, “that is, you are okay with being here, right? If you’re not, I’ll–”

 “Yes, of course I am, but you–” 

 He’s so unbelievably stupid that he stops her voice, her eyes widening when he puts his stupid finger on her lips. She blinks a few times, and just as he forces himself to look away from them, he swears he sees them turn up slightly. 

 “Don’t you dare start worrying about me, Chrissy Cunningham,” he insists firmly. And because he’s unbelievably stupid, he continues to spill his guts to her. “You’re my priority. I don’t care about anything as long as I know you’re safe.” 

 He watches her shoulders relax as much as they can around the cast and the splint, and he drops his hand, right on top of hers. And she grabs it, and she holds it in her lap, and his heart stops. “I'm allowed to worry about you if you’re worrying about me.” 

 He smiles softly. “That’s fine,” he agrees with a nod. “But it doesn’t change anything, okay? I’m not leaving you alone again, not after I promised you I wouldn’t. And if your mom has a problem with that, then she can kiss my shiny white–”

“Eddie!” 

 He clears his throat. “Car. I was gonna say car.” 

 “Your car is a van, and it’s really more of a cream color. And it’s not totally–”

 He shouldn’t do this. He really, really shouldn’t do this. 

 He does it. 

 He leans forward, closes the few inches between them, and he presses his lips to hers. 

 He kisses her. 

 The devil is laughing at his stupidity, until she sighs and starts to kiss him back. Then he remembers that there’s no devil and no angel, and that the curse doesn’t matter, and that Vecna will have to wait. Because Chrissy Cunningham, Queen of Hawkins High and Empress of Eddie Munson’s Dreams, is kissing him. 

 Her hand cups his cheek, her fingers tickling behind his ear as they play with his hair. Her lips part with his and she lets him slowly and gently draw a line along her bottom lip with his tongue before she becomes impatient and surges forward, deepening the kiss herself and consuming him and taking him for everything he’s worth. 

 She sighs again, audibly this time, the sound like a tiny whimper that makes him grip her hip and pull her as close to himself as he can without actually moving her. He doesn’t want to move her around for fear of jostling her arm and hurting her, but when he squeezes her hip it’s like she gets the message he’s inadvertently sending, and she lifts onto her knees and doesn’t break away from him as she climbs onto his lap, one knee on either side of his hips. He groans quietly, his hands everywhere as they dance along her back and up into her hair before moving to cup her face. 

 “Chrissy,” he breathes, and she gasps into his mouth, her hand tightening into a fist in his hair like she likes the way her name sounds against her mouth. He chases the sound of her gasp with his tongue, wanting nothing more than to feel it vibrating against him again, and he swears he isn’t making up the way her hips put just a little bit of pressure on his.

 But as much as he loves this, as much as he wants to be in this very position every moment of every day for the rest of his life, he did kiss her very unexpectedly, and he wants to make sure that this is what she wants, too.

 “Sweetheart, are you–”

She pulls away. Her eyes are big and wide again, frightened, and she’s panting before she bites her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m sorry,” she breathes.

 “You… you’re sorry?” 

 Still panting, she says, “If you… I shouldn't have… I know you probably don’t want to…”

 He smiles as he cups her cheek and places his thumb over her lips, desperate to try and stop whatever thoughts of painful self-doubt are boiling through her veins right now. He knows those all too well, and he’s not about to let Chrissy Cunningham experience them. He leans forward, moves his thumb over her soft pink lips and covers them with another kiss, softer this time. 

 “Were you about to say I don’t want to kiss you?” 

 She’s breathless, her lips almost touching his as she nods. 

 “Christine Georgina Cunningham,” he scolds playfully, and she laughs aloud and shakes her head. 

 “Elizabeth.” 

 “Christine Elizabeth Cunningham,” he says more tenderly, kissing her softly once more. “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life kissing you.” 

 Still panting, she finally meets his eyes, and hers are filled with hopeful disbelief. “I mean… Me?” 

 “You. Always you.” 

 “Always?” she whispers. 

 “Since I saw you do that sick cheer routine in middle school.”

 She laughs. His heart soars. 

 “Even with this big clunky thing in the way?” she asks, gesturing to her heavy cast. 

 “Eh,” he shrugs. “It just gives us something to look forward to for when you get it off.” 

 With the way his brows waggle and he juts out his jaw, she laughs again, harder this time, and then leans forward to rest her forehead on his. “Eddie,” she sighs happily, not really intending to say anything as she simply leans against him. 

 “How could you believe that I wouldn’t want you?” he asks, brushing her hair tenderly from her face and pecking the tip of her nose. 

 “I mean… I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to know what people want when you’re… I guess what I mean is, a lot of people want the head cheerleader, right? I just… you’re kind of the first person who actually wants… me. It’s just hard to believe, I guess.” 

 “Well,” he says slowly. He kisses her softly once more, then a few more times chastely which earns him more of her adorably melodic giggles. “You better start believing it, baby. Everyone may think you’re a perfect jock cheerleader, but I know the truth.” 

 “What's the truth?” she asks with a grin. 

 “You, Chrissy Cunningham, are a certified freak.” 

 ~~~~

 Sleep has never come easily to her. She’s always been the kid who wakes up with nightmares in a cold sweat. Once, she went to wake her mom, scared out of her wits, and she told her to go back to bed and to make sure she washed the sweat out of her sheets the next morning. Since then, she’s used to waking up alone, scared, shivering and sweaty and silent. She suffers alone; she always has, and she used to think she always would. 

 Vecna was after her again, claws in her eyes as her mother watched without feeling, and this time, Eddie wasn’t there to save her. No one saved her, and she felt his too-long fingers digging into her skin until it broke.  

 She wakes up from her nightmare, shaking and sweating and panting, almost screaming but stopping herself, knowing that if she makes a sound her mother will make things worse. But then she starts to feel odd. She’s confused as she glances around the dark room, the moonlight streaming in through the window isn’t where it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to be to the right of her bed but it’s over her left shoulder, and when she turns, she notes the strange, definitely not pink curtains. 

 It floods back to her easily, the memory of where she is, who she’s with, what bed she’s sleeping in, and she tries to steady her breathing as she reminds herself that she’s safe. She’s at Eddie’s friend’s house, tucked away in the far side of the lake, hidden from the world and Hawkins and her mother and, maybe, Vecna. She drops her forehead down to her knees and wraps her usable arm around her shins and she tries to just breathe. 

 But then the door creaks, opening slowly, and she looks up so fast that it hurts her head, her heart racing again as she assumes the worst, but then she sees the long, springy curls piled up on top of Eddie’s head and she feels safe again. 

 “Hey,” he murmurs into the small bedroom, pushing the door open slightly when he sees that she’s awake but staying just outside the room. “You okay?”

 Guilt floods her, churning her stomach as she asks, “Did I wake you?” 

 “Nah,” he brushes her off, shaking his head and giving her a soft smile. “I don’t really sleep that much these days.” 

 She lets her knees fall a bit, her feet sliding back beneath the blankets that he gave her, and she smiles softly at him. “Me either,” she whispers. “Sorry.”

 “Chrissy,” he says, and something in his voice is different, like it hurts. He looks pensive before stepping into the room, leaving the door open and padding bare feet across the floor until he can sit on the very edge of her bed. “You had a nightmare. Don’t say you're sorry; if anyone should be having nightmares, it's you.” 

 “I just,” she shrugs, meeting his sad eyes with hers. “I hate to think that I disturbed you or something.” 

 “You didn’t,” he says tenderly. “I promise. You could never disturb me, unless you tell me you like disco music.” 

 She laughs and shakes her head, in disbelief that she’s laughing after such a horrible dream but somehow not surprised at all that he should be the one making her smile. She moves her leg and kicks him softly from beneath the blankets, and he’s quick and playful as he grabs her foot. 

 “Maybe I do,” she taunts, sticking her tongue out and then shrieking when he peels back the blankets and starts to tickle the sensitive skin on the sole of her foot. “Stop!”

 “Fine,” he laughs, smile beaming down at her as he releases her. “If you want to like disco music, I guess I can live with that, but only on one condition.”

 “What?” she chuckles. 

 “Try to get some sleep.”

 She rolls her eyes at him, deadpanning in his direction, and he gives her a look like he’s trying to scold her but failing miserably. “I can’t just fall asleep, Eddie. Every time I do–” 

 He leans towards her, his hand pressing into the small mattress and supporting his weight as he tilts forward. She’s never really thought about the way that Eddie Munson would sleep. Part of her probably would have assumed that he’d pass out easily, maybe still in his jeans and his leather coat, but the reality, at least tonight, is that he carefully ties his long hair into a high ponytail and wears just a t-shirt and a pair of flannel pants. And something about having that information feels… strange. Good, even. 

 “Do you see him again?” he asks gently. He’s close to her, kind of, close enough to whisper to her and his voice still be audible over the low drone of the Queen song, but he’s still seated on the foot of the bed and she suddenly wants to drag him closer to her. Maybe it’s the mention of Vecna, but she finds herself longing to grab the collar of his shirt and tug until he’s beside her. 

 “Yeah,” she whispers back, mouth dry at the memory, hand shaking at the need to be held. As she thinks of Vecna, she thinks of Eddie and the way he held her together and kept her from breaking. 

 “What do you need, Sweetheart?” he asks her. It’s a question she isn’t used to hearing, and one that often makes her uncomfortable, so frequently asked of her with an undertone of agitation at the thought of her needing anything. But he asks her and she just knows that he really wants to know, and that whatever her answer is, he’ll give her. “What will… what will help you?”

 “Can you–” She stops herself, her heart hammering out of her chest and her stomach queasy as she fleetingly considers taking some control and purging those damn Spaghettios. But he scoots closer, and he takes her hand and squeezes it, and it’s like an anchor that keeps her grounded long enough for her to collect herself. “Can you just hold me?” she whispers, her voice broken and her tears burning in her eyes, and she wants so badly to let out the sob she’s holding in her chest as she considers how pathetic and broken she must look to him.

 But he just shifts his weight and stands, hurrying towards her and crawling beneath the covers with her, much to her surprise. His hands gently encourage her to lie back, careful and gentle around her cast as he rolls both of them onto their sides. He lies on her right side and she faces him as he pulls her into his arms, face in his chest and breath starting to even out the moment the familiar scent of him hits her nose.

 “You’re okay,” he whispers to her again, holding her close to him and running his hands up and down along her spine, fingers tender along the dips between her vertebrae. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, Chrissy, I promise.”

 Her panic subsides from the moment she feels the weight of his arms around her, and it keeps settling as the minutes tick on. She believes him more than she’s ever believed anything or anyone. She knows it because he’s already saved her once. She knows that whenever she’s with him, she’s safer than she’s ever been. And even though his friends are trying to destroy the monster that lives beneath Hawkins, even though that terrifies her, she knows they’ll all be alright.

 ~~~~

 He lies beside her all night long, finally getting some sleep herself. She wakes up one other time during the night, whimpering and shaking before she falls against his chest, and he can feel the way her breathing evens out as it washes over his shirt. And he whispers things to her that he probably shouldn’t, reminders that she’s safe and that he won’t let anything happen to her, as if he has the power to promise such a thing. 

 But it soothes her either way, and the next night, after dinner and after they put on another movie to make out during, she squeezes his hand and looks down at it while she asks him to come to bed with her again. Never before did he think he would be sharing a bed with Chrissy Cunningham, and he definitely didn’t think it would be like this. But holding her as she sleeps, feeling the way she relaxes against him, knowing that it’s because she trusts him, it makes this all worth it. 

 It doesn’t matter to him that he’s on the run, that he’s hiding her here, that he’s going to probably be accused of kidnapping her even though she’s 18 and can go where she wants. It doesn't matter that there’s a demon living in a fucked up version of Hawkins right below their feet trying to kill people. With her in his arms, he can still breathe at the thought of his friends trying to come up with a plan for defeating this monster and clearing his name, even with how psychotic that sounds. He lies here with her, and he knows that they’ll make it through whatever screwed up shit the world wants to throw at them.

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#5

GILES INSISTING THEY THROW BUFFY A PARTY DESPITE THE POSSIBLE DANGER BC SHE DESERVES TO RELAX WAAAAAA

208 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#4

Losing my FUCKING mind that buffys immediate reaction to angel saying he needs to leave for a few months is "but its my birthday" like dear god she is a KID she is a TEENAGER she's about to go through this horribly traumatic experience with angelus that hangs over her for years and she's still so young that her first response to this happening is that it's unfair bc it's her birthday bc she's a KID OTL

223 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#3

Many weird and noteworthy things about season 1 / early season 2 of buffy but by far the funniest is how baitly they seemed to be setting up willow and xander to be an actual couple. I feel like if you had no prior knowledge of btvs and just watched season 1 it would seem really obvious that they were going to do the classic teen movie cliche of xander having a crush on the cool girl but eventually realising that the right person for him was Right Under His Nose All Along, and then you jump forward four seasons and willow is gay and has a girlfriend and xander's getting engaged to an initially one-off character from season 3 and the two of them have this extremely deep sibling-like relationship which is constantly reiterated to be the most platonic thing ever. They were the great American straightbait and they mean everything to me

255 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#2

personally I find the critical/public response to arcane very funny. i don’t think i’ve ever seen another case where a show becomes popular and the immediate response is to warn everyone who enjoys it that they should under no circumstances get into the source material

281 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

you know what after all the years of people mistakenly giving tim burton credit for henry selick’s work, seeing selick being called a “visionary director” in the wendell & wild teaser feels unbelievably fucking vindicating

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[walkeddeath]

　　

　　They have a tape recorder running and a pen and a pad of paper in their lap, the recorder will probably pick up ambient voices. She insisted on keeping the door open just to keep things from setting off, but Gen isn't only there for a fucking interview. It's a check in, a mini reunion of sorts, but it's a cover that they're going to use to full advantage.

　　It's obvious that she truly doesn't want to be there. their arms are crossed over their chest, nails digging into their arms hard enough that it might draw blood, trying to keep a grasp on control. Gen isn't good with holding her tongue but for once she's not saying a single word, letting their eyes do all the talking for her. They're harsh and fixed on him, locked on and looking for any sudden motions or changes in demeanor. She's barely breathing, acting like she's getting ready to pull a trigger, focused on him like he's a target.

　　Usually, they'd be fidgeting, messing with the ends of her hair, tapping her leg rapid fire, and drumming their fingers on the desk ––– but their anger keeps him as a focal point, a singular thought stuck in their head.

　　It's an unwanted thing of a thought, but, it keeps them from slipping into panic . Which, once they're out of sight and in the safety of their dad's house, something will be broken and they will scream and cry but he can't know that. All he can see and know is a version of her that is nothing but hate and spite, a solid and unwavering resolve, something to fear . She isn't going to run away this time, they're not scared they swear they aren't and maybe there's a little twinge of fear that lingers in her bones but not for herself. For everyone in this god fucking forsaken town that she never wanted to come back to.

　　Gen lets out a sigh and lifts and eyebrow, shifting in her seat. they scoff, it's both bitter and cold and swimming in disgust. One hand lets go of the grip on her shoulder and she brushes a few strands of hair behind her ear, fingernail marks visible on her arm if looked at close enough. There's a pressure in the room that they can't fucking stand and they want to get this interview over and done with for the day and he's being a fucking dick ––– 

　　"Remember, this is on the record. I don't wanna be here either, as soon as i get what i came here for i'm on a red-eye out. I just thought that talkin' 'bout the rich history of Sunnyvale would make a great article. There's just so much 'bout this town that the world should know about, don't you agree? Like ain't you just so totally proud of this place? like, hasn't your family been here since the beginning? and all those accomplishments, like, it's damn near unbelievable how lucky y'all have been all these years."

　　They lean forward and get real quiet and there's a barely noticeable flicker of a glow in their eyes, a smile on their face that they force to be sweet for a brief second. 

　　"There's been some incidents ,though, i've been hearin' about them quite a bit ––– nobody that you would know and i'm sure it's just gossip , but, Nick. I gotta ask ––– are you dealing with the pressure okay? like, are you handling all that weight on your shoulders or are you finding it hard to live up to all those expectations? "

　　She says it in a hushed voice, so nobody passing by can pick up on it ––– they want to see how far they can push him, it's a compulsion, they can't not push and poke and prod and –––

　　‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘ @insidi0sum responds, it's vague but they pick up on what he's trying to say and they don't back off despite the potential underlying threat.

　　They lean back, movements eerily fast like a blur, and click off the recorder. 

　　" Is that a threat, promise, or warning, Goode? Cause like whichever of those it is, i promise i'm not gonna be goin' anywhere, i'm gonna see this story out to the end. NOW, please, answer the questions. I'll make sure they get a good picture of you for when the article goes up, if that's what you're worried about. God forbid something make you look bad. "

[animeyanderelover]

Request: Can you please do a male Uchiha reader who has powers like Sasuke who goes back to the time of the founders and how they would react? Darling obviously tries to go back to his time.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, control, manipulation, stalking, blackmailing, threatening, Tobirama disliking the Uchiha, eldest of the clan disapproving of a relationship with another man, violence, forceful behavior

Male Uchiha s/o travels back in time to the founders

🌳🌊🌑An intruder in the village is one thing, make this intruder have the Sharingan and chaos only enhances. Tobirama is especially hostile, Madara is confused and irritated what an Uchiha who he has never seen before is doing in this village and Hashirama tries to calm everyone down. Let's listen to this man's story before throwing hands, the Uchiha clan is still part of the Konoha village and the Hokage is sure there is a good reason why they found someone like s/o straying aimlessly around. That's the most friendliness you'll receive from those three at first, Tobirama is known for his dislike against the Sharingan wielders and is highly suspicious, Madara on the other hand almost loses his head a bit over the fact that there is someone from his clan that no one seems to know. Loyalty is important to him and now he has to question himself if there are pehaps stray people with the clan's kekkai genkai somewhere out there. It wouldn't be good, danger is always that someone might use the chance to investigate how the Sharingan works.

🌳🌊🌑Do not misunderstand, your story is a bit...strange, as Hashi likes to put it. It's not on par with Tobi's and Madara's incredulous looks though, you just know that they only can associate the credibility of your story to bullshit. A technique that allows an individual to travel through time is unheard of, simply unbelievable. If s/o wants them to believe him, he gotta give them proof. Believable prrof, good proof. He knows the story of Konoha after all, how it was created, which Kage have ruled over the village, Madara becoming a rogue and so much more. The question is how much he thinks he can tell without changing by accident history, though hindering Madara from ever going down the dark path might not be the baddest option. But even if the facts you tell them are bulletproof, Tobirama still insists on a thoroughly investigation, you could still be a traitor. They have the Yamanake clan, let them do their work to search through every corner of your head so they can truly believe you.

🌳🌊🌑You might imagine Madara's indignant reaction when hearing this, from the future or not, you're still part of his clan and for that he forbids that an Uchiha like you will have your mind looked into by someone from another clan. It leads to a heated argument between the Uchiha and the younger Senju brother, one persistent that you could still be lying and the other one accusing Tobirama that he just has something against people from his clan. And in between a flustered Hashirama who tries to stop both of them since you're still in the same room as them. As the Hokage he has to make the final decision and he can understand both points of view. Trusting you and your story completely blindly isn't the wisest option, though he does not believe you to be a bad person. On the other hand he also listens to his friend's pleas, you're an Uchiha and for that you are under his responsibility.

🌳🌊🌑Trusting Madara whilst not forgetting the doubts of his younger brother, s/o ends up being placed under supervision of Madara. It's the obvious choice, darling will live in the Uchiha campus for as long as the plausibility of his story has been proven fully correct. So a deeper investigation with the help of the Yamanaka clan might not be out of option, but it won't be as thoroughly as Tobirama might have wanted. Just enough to know that s/o didn't lie about his story of being transported into another time. After that has been proven correct, it will be labeled a top secret with only the founders, the eldest of the Senju clan and probably also the Uchiha clan and the few members of the Yamanaka who were doing the investigation knowing about this.

🌳🌊🌑It's fishy to say the least for the eldest and Tobirama that the Uchiha clan has a new member who knows what the future looks like, Uchiha are quite power-hungry and there is no denial that Madara and the eldest of the clan have developed an increased interest in the darling after discovering this very interesting fact. You're an Uchiha, so who can tell if your loyalties lie within the village or your clan? If you're from the time of the massacre and a survivor, you'd surely try to prevent all the blood from being spilled, right?

🌳🌊🌑The fact stays that darling still wants to travel back to his own time and he gets fairly much support from many people. Hashirama, Tobirama and the Senju clan like to lend a hand. Hashirama has the purest intentions, the rest simply sees a bit of a threat in you and for that wants you as quickly as back to your own time, Tobirama is somewhere in between. The Uchiha clan ends up objecting a bit, especially after discovering how much power s/o holds, possessing the Mangekyo Sharingan and his own Susanoo. There are few members of their clan who hold such power these days, Madara as the head of the clan counts to such people. It makes s/o automatically a little gem, only enhanced with their wisedom in regards of the future. Why would they want to let go of such a rare diamond? The clan even tries to sweet-talk you into changing your mind and staying as a valued and respected warrior of their clan.

🌳🌊🌑The most time is probably still spent with Madara, second place are Hashirama and Tobirama. They all keep an eye on s/o, Tobirama a sharper one than the other two, but he eases up a little bit with time. Hashirama keeps s/o up to date about the process and the research in regard of teleoprting him back to his own time and Madara ends up monopolizing s/o's time a bit since he's one of the few who can probably keep up with his own strength. Darling impresses him with his own power as well, he comes to greatly acknowledge that.

🌳🌊🌑We're in a very old period with clans who are stuck in traditional patterns and all three of them are aware of this. Madara actually might just end up being one of the first to gain a romantic interest in darling. S/o has his deepest respect and as an Uchiha himself he bonds easier with him. The progress is initially more subtle before Madara comes to realize that this hot feeling when he sees darling interacting closely with other people is called jealousy or how he suddenly gets deep down flustered when darling winds up during fights especially close to him. Now, he is a proud man and he rejects the idea that he might have a thing for a male Uchiha at first, he is all to aware that his clan expects a heir and wouldn't tolerate him taking a man as a partner for numerous reasons. So he tries to hide it, his rather possessive nature doesn't help much though and he suddenly is even more objected to the concept of s/o wanting to leave him.

🌳🌊🌑Hashirama gets attached easily as well, even if he does not spend as much time with s/o as Madara does. The fact stays that he was from the very beginning on the friendliest to you and became a close and supportive friend quickly. Believe it or not, at the beginning when he notices his growing crush, he is aware enough to know that this wouldn't be a good idea as well. His clan as well expects him to marry a girl and have a child with her and wouldn't tolerate this either. Especially since the Senju still are on light hostile terms with the Uchiha. You'll leave at one point as well, you have to go back to the period where you belong and where your friends and family is. It would be so cruel to stop you just because he loves you. But since when was love a thing that could be stopped with logic alone? It ends in Hashirama turning slightly depressed whenever he has to think about the day when you will leave him.

🌳🌊🌑Tobirama is difficult simply because he didn't even like you when you first landed here. He has a thing against Uchiha and that is no real secret, it's somewhat obvious and he viewed you as a threat. He sees it as his duty to watch over you a bit though, fearing that his brother is a bit too soft and that Madara secretly tries to use your knowledge to his clan's advantage. That and the fact that he gets unwillingly dragged along whenever Hashirama visits the Uchiha district to meet up and check on s/o, Madara is most of the times there as well. He really feels like he is out of his mind the very first time he suddenly realizes that his heart started pounding faster when s/o stepped a little bit too close and mustered him with a curious gaze. Something about him...just feels different from many other of his clan and it's that difference that intrigues Tobirama so much. Even with the same pride and temper you have. He rejects that realization completely though and becomes more snarky and mean in an attempt to push those feelings, to push darling away from his mind and life.

🌳🌊🌑Things become complicated after all three have gained their feelings. Madara suddenly seems to demand all of your time, growing more and more paranoid the more he hears about the progress the Senju clan makes, Tobirama suddenly working more diligently than ever whilst Hashirama appears to be more sad as of lately. The time is suddenly so limited and it awakes fear inside of him he shouldn't have, it is a little bit visible to the people around him. Hashirama undergoes a bit of a inner fight, on the one hand only wanting you to be happy again with your own family and friends and on the other hand yearning to have you by his side. Tobirama drowns himself in work, doing everything he can to physically and mentally avoid you yet you always pop up in his head and it annoys and frustrates him to absolutely no end.

🌳🌊🌑Darling tries his best to hopefully fix some things though, Madara's betrayal and more justice for the Uchiha clan would be some good options. Talking with the Hokage, the second Hokage in the future and the Uchiha who became a threat to the village is quite perfect for that option. Though these days all three of them are acting quite eccentric to say the least. Madara for example who has become awfully persistent to question s/o why he wants to go so desperately back to his own time and that he could achieve so much more if he would just stay in this time, with Madara. I wonder how much s/o really knows?

🌳🌊🌑The day where all three come to notice that all of them have fallen in love with the same Uchiha s/o is the day that marks a new problem though. Initially it is only Hashirama and Tobirama noticing that they share mutual feelings, that was probably an obvious one. Both are brothers, very close with each other and Hashi as the obvious guy and Tobi as the smart guy only adds to all of this. Tobirama hears from others, most importantly he witnesses it himself, how weirdly depressed and down Hashirama looks these days. The way the smile on his face is plastered with sadness when he hears that they might have an idea how to bring you back to your time and the way his eyes sparkle when he sees you and interacts with you. It could be that he only sees this Uchiha as a good friend, but Tobirama has known his older brother for his whole life and can tell the difference. Not going to lie, he's a bit mad at first. Not necessarily against his brother and only little bit against you, more over the fact that things have gotten more complicated now. He can't blame his brother though, he's in the same tricky position as him.

🌳🌊🌑The bomb pretty much drops when it turns out that Madara has joined this all as well because that has Tobirama snapping and Madara as well. How did the Senju brothers find out? Well, they still meet up with darling frequently and they wanted to do it again. Only to hear that by now Madara barely allowed anyone to take much time from him, growing overly monopolizing and constantly dragging s/o along to training and other important things. It didn't sit wll with Tobirama who had a not so good feeling in his stomach, Hashirama was surprised, but not as worried as Tobirama was. He was literally the man who had to stop a potential fight between Tobirama and Madara when the realization hit all of them at once, reminding both of them in a surprisingly sharp tone that they should not argue about this in front of you. He had to be the peacemaker once again when they met urgently in privat to talk this over.

🌳🌊🌑Sharing their darling together is difficult on Tobirama's and Hashirama's part, though none of those two would be unwilling to share with Hashirama, Madara would be more begrudgingly though. Hashi insists that it isn't impossible though, whether his younger bro and his best friend believe that is another question. But maybe for now this isn't even as important because another much more urgent problem weights heavily on all of them. The fact that you want to leave and get help with it from the Senju clan. None of those three really want you to leave, Hashirama has a good heart though and for that hesitates.

🌳🌊🌑He feels just bad for secretly wishing that s/o would just stay here, Tobirama has just snapped at this rate and turned more selfish and Madara was never even thinking about helping in the first place. The Uchiha is willing to use force to have you stay here, Tobirama wouldn't be against sabotage and Hashirama genuinely wants to convince you to stay. Hashi has a dark side to himself though, inner demons and Tobi and Madara might end up pushing those dark thoughts just to have him agree. He'd feel incredibly guilty for the rest of his life though and that will be shown through the way he's being exceptionally affectionate with s/o and spoils him.

🌳🌊🌑Going against the Senju clan is equal to risking war though and Hashi and Tobi will shut Madara down if he suggest anything in the direction of violence against their own clan. Capturing s/o and hiding him somewhere is a better option, though Hashirama refuses. Why not just convince you? It isn't impossible would be his arguments, he does not want to take any wrong action against you after all. Madara does not share such a mindset, he takes what he wants when he has to do and even if Tobirama is supporting his older brother, he plays dirty when he deems it to be necessary as well. So Madara and Tobirama forget their grudges for a while to focus on a solution for this problem for now, a smart one and having the first and powerful Hokage, the second and extremely tactical second Hokage and the fearsome head of the Uchiha clan actually working together is a pure powerhouse.

🌳🌊🌑If darling ends up succeeding in helping Madara turn away from his darker path and convinces Hashirama and Tobirama to voice out more right for the Uchiha, all three might actually work together for their whole life. More or less, Madara and Tobirama are most of the time on each other's throat. Tobi still shows some problems in fully committing to his romantic and obsessive attraction and Madara honestly ends up defending you a lot more than people would expect him to do for someone else. Hashirama is on the same boat as his black-haired friend, in a less aggressive manner though and I repeat once again, the bridge between Madara and Tobirama who almost look like they want to kill each other more than just once a day. Madara does not plan to give up on his right to keep you in the Uchiha district though, it's where you belong since you're a part of his clan and like hell will he give up the advantage to spend more time with you than the Senju brothers. You can imagine the long and exhausting argument that comes after the problem about you potentially leaving is solved.

🌳🌊🌑They can't keep their love for darling a secret from their clan for the rest of their lives though, especially once they start introducing potential future wives to them. The truth is, as expected from such close-minded clans, not taken that lightly, especially the fact that all three have the same feelings for the darling. It causes a hasty commotion and the Senju clan is not above blaming s/o for this, they shouldn't even be here anymore. Finding a way back without even knowing how you got here is appropriately difficult though and then there were those weird accidents, you yourself somehow lost all the notes, research and objects you had collected to find a way back home. The Uchiha clan is not pleased either, but they simply protect s/o from the incoming shitstorm from the Senju clan since he's a powerful and strong warrior, they're glad that he actually stayed. There is pressure put on Hashirama's, Tobirama's and Madara's back to give up on their feelings for s/o, but at this rate the three man have passed the point beyond return, they're intoxicated. You should know how stubborn all of them can be as well, they're unmoving forces who writhe against the idea of marrying anyone else besides s/o.

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Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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