#because in those moments it’s not really necessary to take that credit away from the Hulk

[daydreamerdrew]

excerpt from The Incredible Hulk by Peter David, based on the screenplay by Edward Norton and Zak Penn

[justmeinatree]

05 - Woke Up Still Dreaming

Summary : Part 5 to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, choking, double penetration, spitting, spanking, subspace

Word Count : 7k

A/N : this chapter takes place hours after THIS EXTRA - it’s not absolutely necessary to read although it may answer a few questions as to how their relationship seemed to jump so quickly !

GIFs : unknown - msg for credit

louis isn’t sure the exact thing that woke him up. whether it be the soft pecks of your lips against his, or the quiet, melodic calling of his name, or your nails gently scratching at his scalp. what ever it was, he couldn’t complain in the slightest. 

that is, until he cracks his eyes open, the soft golden glow of early morning streaming through niall’s sheer white curtains. it was much too early. too fucking early for people that didn’t get to sleep until sometime past 4am. “time s’it, love,” louis croaks, his eyes fluttering shut again.

a small giggle leaves your lips, a happy, playful, sweetness to it, one that’s reserved for those early hours, one that louis is tucking away as a core memory because it was just so damn cute. “just about 7am,” you whisper, pecking over his bottom lip again.

“christ, darling, ya couldn’t wait a bit ?” he groans quietly, his hands scrubbing at his eyes, almost painfully, pulling himself from sleep.

“i really hope you like morning sex,” you murmur, nibbling against his lip now, pulling his mouth open just enough for your tongue to slip through, and lick against his own, pulling a quiet breathy moan from him.

“you have full permission to smack me if i ever turn down an offer from you,” he hums, as you throw your thigh over his waist, his hands falling on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

“you’re sappy in the morning,” you giggle, breathing against his lips, before dipping back in for more kisses. 

he breathes a laugh against your lips, letting himself get lost in the kiss, his hands exploring your body, finding that you’d stripped down your pants at some point, currently only wearing panties and a thin tank top. 

one hand rounds down your hip, over your bum, and up your thigh to your knee, holding your leg in place over his hips, his other hand settled right on your ass, squeezing.

you groan, shuffling impossibly closer to him, in search of any sort of friction. “and you’re needy in the morning,” louis hums, trying to hold you down, trying to wake up, trying to keep up. but his brain was always a little fuzzy with you, and well he’s barely slept, and throw in last night’s admissions, and your cunt is dangerously close to finding out that he’s already quite hard. and really, he just needs to breathe.

“c’mon, darling, slow down,” louis whispers against your lips, “we have all the time in the world,” he adds, hoping that the prospect of lengthy, lazy, slow early morning sex would win you over. 

but instead, he’s met with a disgruntled groan, and a shake of your head, teeth sinking into the plushness of his bottom lip, “m’already going slow,” you speak, actions contradicting your words as your hips grind down again, harder, a bit faster, your clit colliding with the hard tip of his prick.

a smirk pulls at your lips, shaking your head again, although more playfully this time, pulling away from his mouth to lock eyes with him, a silent conversation between the two of you. 

and a moment later, your thigh was off his hips, your hands on the waistband of his pants, pulling them clean off his legs, boxers following suit just as quickly. in your rush to get onto him, you’d almost forgotten your panties, something you’re thankful that louis catches. his hands fall delicately on your hips, thumbs tickling your skin, still making any sort of effort to slow you down, even if just a little bit.

louis slowly glides his hands, fingers splayed out, selfishly trying to touch as much of you as possible, bringing your thin panties down your legs in the process. he notices the tremor run through your body, following his hands, an eruption of goosebumps left behind in their wake. he watches the sticky line of your arousal still attached from your pussy to your panties, thinning out the more he pulls them down. he feels like he’s looking at someone almost ethereal, with the way the golden glimmer of morning sun makes your skin glow, makes your arousal glisten, it takes his breath away. he really doesn’t think he’s ever been this lucky.

as soon as your panties were off, you threw yourself onto him, louis landing back onto the mattress with a soft thud, your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him, elbows supporting yourself on the mattress, above louis’ shoulders, your hands buried in his hair. 

instantly, your lips are back on his, grinding yourself down over his bare length. your cunt was soaked, slit spread over his cock, gliding effortlessly with every roll of your hips.

your fingers were wrapped tightly into louis’ hair, gripping at the roots, his nails leaving deep indents in the skin of your hips, as a particular roll of your hips made the tip of his cock press up into your clit one moment, getting caught on your entrance the next. 

neither of you were quite sure how it happened, especially without the use of hands, but louis’ hips had lifted clean off the bed, taking you along with him, cock pressed snuggly against you, and with your pussy absolutely drenched, his length painfully hard, the angle just right, he was sinking inside you.

your mouth falls open, breath knocked clean out of your lungs, forehead falling forward onto louis’, eyes rolled back as you struggle to catch your breath. 

a soft groan grumbles deep in his chest, his hands pressing into your hips, holding you, trapping you down onto him, his prick seethed deep inside you, not letting you move an inch. he could feel you splitting open for him, could feel you spasming around his cock, could feel you desperately trying to move. and if he let you, he was instantly going to cum. and he was not about to let that happen. not when he’d just gotten you back onto him. 

in an effort to distract himself, one of his hands leaves you, blindly swatting in the space occupied by niall, eventually colliding with his head, leaving a series of small smacks.

but he’s met with nothing more than an annoyed grumble from niall, and a few laughable swats back in his sleepy state. louis rolls his eyes, gripping hard into niall’s hair, giving a sharp tug.

“fuckin hell,” niall quips, “what do you wan-“ he cuts himself off as he finally turns his head, eyes peaking open, taking in the scene in front of him, a soft, sleepy, sighing chuckle escaping his lips.

“one of those mornings, pet ?” niall murmurs, every bit of malice in his tone completely wiped away, giving louis the impression that morning sex is clearly a definite regular occurence. 

niall’s fingertips reach out for your arm, gliding up and down softly, soothingly. you whimper against louis’ lips, nodding your head to niall’s question, your pussy clenching particularly hard at the tickling smoothness of his fingers on your warmed skin. louis lets out a whimpery moan, one he couldn’t hold in, even if he’d tried, the grip on his prick so unexpected, his teeth biting into your lip.

niall eyes the both of you, unable to see your hips under the blanket, his eyes settling on you, “y’already sitting on him, petal ?” he asks softly, hooking his finger under your chin, making louis’ teeth slip from its grip on your lip, forcing you to look up at him.

“mhmm,” you nod, as best you can with a finger holding your chin, feeling the soft press of niall’s lips against the tip of your nose, breathing quietly, “really missed him didn’t you ?”

you were nodding again, tilting your head back to reach for niall’s lips, his falling on yours effortlessly. almost like the pull of magnets. his large hand falls on your jaw, thumb spread out to rub on the apple of your cheek, right below your eye, his pinky splayed out on your neck.

he takes his time enjoying the kiss, before pulling away from you slightly, eyes flicking over to louis, nodding his head for him to lift himself from the mattress, which he does swiftly, connecting their lips as well. 

you watch them take a moment for themselves, niall’s hand holding louis from the nape of his neck, before pulling away, and sitting himself back on his calves. you and louis could both see that he had a plan working in his brain, one that you were both about to question when you feel the press of niall’s hand against the middle of your back, forcing you and louis back into your original position. and then, he disappears under the blankets. 

you were left more confused, until niall grips onto louis’ hands, placing them on your bum, his fingers reaching down to where your ass met your thighs, niall making him grip into you, spreading you open. 

the next thing louis is made aware of, is a loud moan breathed onto his lips, your cunt spasming around him, “christ, what’s he doing to you, darling ?”

but you couldn’t answer, your head was spinning, niall’s tongue flicking hard against your hole, exposed to him thanks to louis’ grip. and just as quickly as he’d started, he was pulling away. you whined, stuffing your face into louis’ neck, noting the breath leaving him, his head tipping back, breathy “oh fuck,” leaving his parted lips as his back curls slightly. your eyebrows furrow, lifting your head from the comfort of louis’ neck, giving him a questioning glance, “what’s he doing ?”

“he’s got-“ louis starts, cutting himself off, niall giving a particularly hard suck around the testicle sitting in his mouth. louis is panting, his head absolutely swimming, the feeling intensifying when niall’s hands join louis’ on your lower bum, forcing you to start riding him. slowly. so fucking slowly. he felt borderline delirious, and he fucking loved it. christ, maybe he was going to regret wanting things slow. 

the way louis’ cock was rolling into you, the way it was so fucking smooth, the way it felt like he was impaling you, his tip pressing into your sweet spot deliciously, steadily, heavily. your brain was flying, body trembling from the languid strokes of his dick along your inner walls, unable to move much more than what niall was controlling.

niall pops off louis, flattening his tongue, timing his actions just as he makes you slowly rise, thrusts still deliriously paced, taking a long lick from the base of louis’ cock, up to your hole, flicking your ring of muscles again.

both you and louis moan out loudly, his fingers digging into your bum harder, your face picking itself up from the comforts of his neck to smash your lips against his, panting against his mouth. you were a whimpery, whiny, trembling mess. louis struggling not to buck up hard into you, fighting within himself since the scene was just so fucking good as is. 

it’s a rhythm niall’s taken an obvious liking to, his tongue working in tandem with the thrusts he was implementing, licking up louis’ cock just as you pull up, tongue falling onto your sensitive hole as you sit back down on louis’ prick. 

he was losing his fucking mind. louis was sure of it. he’s not sure he’s ever felt such, such- christ even he’s not so sure there’s a word for it. but it’s got his toes curling, and his fingers gripping, and his back arching, and his head tipping back, even his fucking eyes were rolling. 

and niall noticed. was not about to let this happen so soon. not when he was enjoying this so fucking much. loved all the noises he was able to pull from the two of you. loved all the body tremors. the pure neediness seeping out of the both of you. 

so on the next lift of your hips, niall pulls you clean off louis’ prick, hearing the sharp inhale from you, and the loudly desperate groan from louis, his fingers almost ripping at your skin. your nails dug deep into louis’ scalp, cunt clenching over nothing, a small spurt of liquid squirting from your pussy, getting both louis’ cock and niall’s face.

niall never, in a million years, thought he’d be lunging mouth first at someone’s cock, but he guesses life is meant to surprise you. watching louis’ length dripping with both your arousal and your squirt was all he needed for his brain to go blank, and for his body to take over without thought. 

his mouth sinks down on louis’ dick, as best he can considering he’s never done anything remotely close to this before, sucking up as much of your taste as he can, revelling in the heady, musty mix of louis’ flavour. 

one of louis’ hands shoots out to grip niall’s hair, tugging hard, “fuckin christ, this isn’t gonna stop me cumming, mate.”

niall breathes a chuckle as he slides off of louis’ prick, “know i love to taste, can’t help myself,” he hums, feigning innocence, taking a few more licks and another bob of his mouth for good measure. and with his eyes zeroed in on your dripping entrance, he helps himself to a quick lap of his tongue, before sliding louis’ cock back inside you. 

you moan out loud, your face falling into louis’ neck again, mouthing at his stubbly jaw, his head tipping back to give you more access. he was panting, his hand leaving niall’s hair, falling back onto your bum.

niall catches the small twitches in louis’ fingers, the restlessness of his legs, somehow understanding exactly what he’s silently asking, niall tapping his fingers against the back of louis’ hand, something they both seem to understand. like a code they’ve never even discussed.

and so louis’ hand leaves the swell of your ass, landing a hard smack, your mouth instantly falling open, breath knocked clear from your lungs, your body curling up slightly, as best as it could in the position you were being held in. 

it seemed to calm louis a bit, the edge taken off, as he fights to release. to hold off. to fucking anything. “kiss me, darling, please” he breathes, trying to reach your mouth, needing something to tether himself to, especially since niall’s started the languid lapping of his tongue again. up and down and up and down, a rhythmic flow that’s driving him absolutely mental, timed with the trusts, and fucking hell he’s never felt so prickly, so tingly, so god damn heated. 

you were trying to kiss him, trying to suckle at his lips, but your jaw kept slacking on its own accord, the kiss somehow turning into more of a panting in each other’s mouths, and you think you were revelling in it. both of you were. in the intimacy of random pecks wherever they may land, sharing breath, sharing moans, and then louis was itching again. needed to do something. needed, needed.

he doesn’t know what kind of primal reaction came over him, he doesn’t even know if his brain was in on it, but your mouth was hanging open, and it was right fucking there, and he just needed to have some kind of control. some kind of something.

the next thing he knew, his head was lifting just slightly to have a more direct angle at you. your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to how he even has the power to lift his head at the moment. that is until his eyes locked on your mouth, spit flying onto your tongue. 

your eyes flutter shut, whimpery moan breathed out, pulling his head closer to yours, foreheads resting together. you swallow quickly, panting quietly, “again,” your jaw slacking, tongue sticking out, another dribble of saliva smacking onto your tongue. and you were cumming.

louis’ eyes roll back, his body falling onto the mattress, fingernails dug so deep into your ass, the clench of your orgasm so tight. too tight. fuck, he can’t. he’s not sure this was exactly his plan, but his grip was so rough, he pulled you clean off of him, another rush of liquid gushing from you. 

and when louis feels it splashing over his prick, he can’t help but cum as well.

niall’s eyes go wide, mouth falling on louis’ prick instantly, sucking and swallowing down every spurt enthusiastically. he’s really always loved to taste. 

louis moans loudly, back arching, lifting you with him, his hands finally leaving your poor bruised bum, gliding up your back, holding you to him tightly, hips lifting in a quick thrust, tip hitting the back of niall’s throat. 

the gagging. fuck, it’s so tight around his prick again. from your clenching cunt to niall’s spasming throat. louis is seriously going to lose his mind. very soon. he needed to calm down, needed to ground himself somehow. christ, he felt like he was high. high on nothing but the two of you.

niall pops off louis’ cock, taking another smooth lick at your weepy cunt, before wiggling his way out of the blankets, taking in the state of both of you since he’d started his ministrations. 

he’s not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t quite this level of fucked out for the both of you. a smirk can’t help but pull at his lips, almost proud of himself for being able to render you both into a puddle of goo in the middle of his bed. a scene he’ll definitely store under lock and key, the golden streams of sunlight filtering through his billowing curtains, the window cracked from last night. goosebumps littering both you and louis, the glimmering rays making you both glisten with sweat, chests panting, eyes heavy. he’s never seen something so beautiful.

he reaches out to run his fingertips along your exposed back, up and over louis’ arm, to his shoulder. “feeling good ?” he murmurs quietly, the moment feeling incredibly soft, not wanting to disrupt the fairly soundless moment. 

louis smiles, his head rolling heavily towards niall, nodding, breathing out a “yeah,” his eyes shining. fucking shining at him. and niall thinks his heart actually bursts.

and then he catches the soft crinkles by your eyes, telltale sign that you were smiling, something he could tell even if your face was mostly hidden in louis’ shoulder. that is, until you raise your head to properly look at niall, and god fucking christ, he’s not sure what he’s done to have his two favourite people look at him like he’s actually hung each star in the sky, one by one, just for them, but he’s soaking this moment in. has to. his eyes flicking from yours to louis’, drinking you both in. 

he leans down on his elbow, laying sideways next to the both of you, pecking oh so gently over your lips, revelling in the softness of the moment. niall spends a moment getting lost in your mouth, before turning his attention to a very patient louis, landing a deep, slow kiss to his lips as well. 

it’s when niall stretches a bit to go from your mouth to louis’, that his rock hard prick bumps into your hip, and you realize how neglected his cock must feel.

you sit yourself up, your bum rested against louis’ thighs, looking down at niall’s tented boxers. you bite your lip when you note the wet patch, dribbles of precum staining a small spot right at his tip. he looked painfully hard. so much so, that you really feel bad for him. 

niall pulls away from louis when he’s noticed that you’ve shifted, both of them looking over at you questioningly. that is, until louis notes that you’re staring right at the tent in niall’s briefs, “we’re not done,” he chuckles, taking a long look himself, before smirking up at niall.

“can take a break if ya need,” niall hums, “both look tired.”

but there’s some sort of awakening, some sort of adrenaline running through your veins, as you and louis lock eyes with a mischievous glint in your gazes. so louis decides to follow niall’s lead from earlier, landing his hand in the middle of his chest, making niall lay back onto the bed, stripping him of his boxers, spreading his thighs open wide.

you and louis get yourselves situated between niall’s legs, louis going in for the first lick, his tongue flat, almost slightly wrapped around niall’s girth, stroking its way up his shaft, flicking over the tip. 

the moment louis’ tongue lost contact with niall’s cock, your tongue was on him, doing the same thing louis was, taking a long lick from base to tip. 

you kept trading off, treating niall’s prick like a popsicle, licking up the dribbles on a hot summer day, swirling around, sucking along, nipping lightly, flicking expertly. and niall was losing himself. not just in the feel, but in the opportunity to watch the both of you between his legs, watch you both licking over his length like you were fuckin starved for it. it had him panting, groaning, whining, toes curling, struggling to keep his eyes from falling, not wanting to miss a single second, reaching down to grip each of you, tugging on your roots.

“fuckin luckiest guy in the world,” he breathes quietly, more to himself, but it doesn’t go unnoticed to either of you, louis’ gaze flicking up to niall’s with a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

“let me have a minute, love ?” louis murmurs, gaze returned to you, having a silent conversation, something he was getting good at with both you and niall, assuming the inclined physical and emotional contact having a hand in the matter. 

he waits until your tongue’s flicked over niall’s tip, his mouth opening wide and sliding down his length, throat giving way effortlessly until his nose is pressed tight around niall’s lower belly. 

“fuckin hell,” niall hisses, his grasp on louis’ hair tightening exponentially, back curling, panting along with the sucking of his mouth, the stroking of his tongue, the constricting of his throat. 

louis lets himself enjoy a few bobs of his head, pulling off niall’s cock, watching you lick up the mix of spit and dribbles of precum, dripping their way down his shaft.

“can’t tell me it’s your first time,” niall breathes a chuckle, blinking back to reality as he catches his breath, enjoying the soft licks you were providing as a way to calm himself a bit. 

“no idea what you were missing on bus one, mate,” louis laughs, his breath hitting niall’s prick, making a shiver run through him.

“wha-“ niall’s head shoots up to look at louis properly, watch him take a few licks himself, “never told me that, ya fucker. you and-“ he’s cut off by louis’ hand smacking over his mouth, with a shake of his head, a small smile pulling at his lips, “s’like 8 lifetimes ago, ni. just glad the practice paid off,” he giggles, pulling his hand away, joining you again. 

niall hums quietly, letting his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the feel of both of you again. the scene in front of him was like one from a dream. the best fucking dream he’s ever had. it’s an image he’d never get tired of, that he knows for sure. his prick standing tall, tongues fighting for a chance to stroke him impossibly harder, mouths falling onto him, sucking his cock down. he was in heaven, he was sure of it. he’d never felt better, more satiated, more powerful, more blessed. 

hell, there was even something about just watching the two of you, the connection you both seemed to have, the little glances you’d steal, the way your tongues would mend together whenever the opportunity arises.

even the moments where you and louis would get a little too lost in each other, tongues too busy stroking over one another, sucking on each other, had niall in a chokehold. it made his heart burst in ways he could never explain. almost like something clicking in his brain. like adding louis to the mix somehow made everything even better. christ, he never thought it could get better, it was already perfect. he doesn’t quite know what’s better than perfect, but he’s sure he’s standing in it right now.

but the more he was watching, the more his skin began prickling, itching for more. he was heated, held on the edge of blissful pleasure, never quite enough to bring him right to where he was so desperately craving. 

“petal,” niall whispers, his fingers leaving your hair to stroke down the side of your face, down your cheek to your jaw, giving a little rub along your chin to really grab your attention.

when your gaze flicks from louis’ to look up at niall, you can see it. see the desperation seeping out of him. it also seemed like the moment that your brain kicked in, noting that he’s been getting increasingly fidgety, something that made you crawl up his body, letting louis take the reigns again, his mouth sinking down on niall’s length.

“what’s wrong, ni ?” you hum softly, nose bumping against his, as he gasps, louis obviously taking great care of him as you check in.

his mouth closes around your bottom lip, whimpering quietly, nipping at your skin, “how are you feeling, love ?” he questions breathily, holding you tightly against him. 

and you knew exactly what he wanted, what he was truly asking with that question, something that made your lips quirk up into a smile, nodding happily. you knew he wanted your cunt, wanted to check that you were okay to do so. wanted to be wrapped by your smooth inner walls, tight and absolutely drenched, just for him. “want to, want you,” you clarify, pressing your body closer to his, tongues mingling together, a loud groan echoing in your mouth, shooting straight down to your pussy, silently thanking louis and whatever he was doing.

“c’mere you,” niall mumbles, tugging on louis’ hair, growing ever more desperate for more. just fucking more. he’s kept the pace slow all this time, and although morning sex usually screams this type of momentum, he’s fucking breaking.

with a loud, wet pop, louis’ mouth leaves niall’s dick, coming up to press a chaste kiss to niall’s jaw as he lays next to him, “feeling good there nialler ?” 

“too good,” niall laughs softly, “need mo-“ he cuts himself off with a hiss, feeling your pussy open up and slide right down his length, hands shooting out to grip your hips bruisingly. “fucking hell, pet,” he gasps, back arching off the bed, “warn a lad, will ya ?”

he’s met with nothing more than a giggle from you, followed by a satisfied hum, biting on your bottom lip, hips starting to grind back and forth, forward and backwards.

niall groans loudly, his eyes fluttering shut, helping you keep up the rhythm you’ve created, “that’s it, pretty girl. fuck, that’s it,” he mewls, breathing deeply, almost purring as he does so. the spasming of your cunt, squeezing his cock tightly, almost sucking him in, dripping down his thighs with your arousal, it was enough to send niall spinning. this is exactly what he’d been waiting for.

watching your head tip back, your jaw slack, feeling his prick bob heavily back and forth inside you, pressing into your sweet spot with every rut of your hips, sensitive little button grinding over his lower abdomen, you were blissed out as well. you could feel both of their eyes on you, brain too fuzzy to really care, your hips keeping up their rhythm, panting into the air, hands gripped into niall’s forearms.

his head slowly turns to the side, eyes blinking up at louis, “c’mon, don’t be shy.”

louis’ not sure he’s ever seen niall look quite so fucked out. his eyes were heavy, breathing shallowed, muscles jittering. a stark contrast for the lad that usually has everything under control. and you. fuck, you were like something right out of a movie. you were glowing in the morning light, face tipped back in pure ecstasy, beads of sweat running down in the valley of your breasts. he was in awe of you. both of you. plus, he’s always been fascinated by your connection…

“s’it weird if i just watch for a bit ?” he finds himself asking, figuring if there’s anyone he knows that won’t look at him like he’s actually a sick fuck, it’s the two of you. and it’s not that sick really, is the frustrating part, but anyways.

thankfully, he’s met with a large smile spreading across your face, niall’s breath hitching, groaning, “think she likes that idea,” having felt the clench of your cunt at the mere thought of a spectator. 

“yeah ?” louis coos, tongue darting out for a quick lick between your breasts, unable to help himself at a little taste of you again. 

“mhmm,” you shudder, a shiver running through your body, niall’s grip on you tightening, pussy trembling on him, in time with your tremors. 

“and what about you ?” louis asks, turning his attention to niall, face hovering a bit over his, looking over his features.

“just don’t want you feeling weird about any of it,” niall whispers, wanting to check in on him. he knows how jealous louis can get, and he’s been kicking himself for not checking on him more. he’s not going to let it happen again. with one hand leaving your hip, his fingertips gently stroke over louis’ forearm in comfort.

but louis’ shaking his head, and leaning down to peck at niall’s lips, “i want this, want to see how strong you two are, how fucking hot you two are without me,” he chuckles, “seriously, just wanna see how it is, what it is i’m striving for with you guys.”

and niall thinks for a moment, that something’s clicked in louis’ brain as well. without much of a second thought beyond that, his fingers are leaving louis’ arm, reaching out for his jaw, pulling him in for a proper kiss.

you watch them interact, feeling the twitches in niall’s hips as you notice louis’ tongue stroking his, notice the flutters in niall’s stomach muscles as louis grips his hair tighter. hear the little grunts leaving louis’ chest as niall sucks on his tongue. fuck, it was getting you off. 

niall could feel it, could feel the telltale way your cunt started clenching. instantly his mouth was pulled away from louis’, hand darting out for your throat, fingers pressing into your skin tightly, “don’t you fucking dare.”

your eyes open wide, fixated on niall’s, as you start panting, trying to calm yourself. you were already going fuzzy, but with the sheer command in niall’s voice, the lack of oxygen to your brain, the complete exhaustion of a sleepless night, your mind was floating, skin was prickling, and you needed to do as he said. another option didn’t seem to exist at the moment.

your hips stilled, as you focus on breathing, body trembling, muscles twitching, slowly regulating yourself, pushing your orgasm at bay, eyes locked on niall’s the entire time, like a form of pure grounding, one that could calm you right down, no matter how commanding the tone was. 

“s’a good girl,” he praises, smiling at you, fingers loosening their grip, index stroking the column of your throat, “such a fuckin good girl,” he coos quietly.

louis was once again, absolutely rock hard, cock standing tall, and christ, he’s only been watching you two for a couple of minutes. he’d never seen something so god damn hot. he’s watched his fair share of porn, but nothing came close to being privy to this.  

niall could tell the moment your eyes opened, the moment the shift happened, with his hand wrapped around your throat, could tell how far you were floating. he pushes himself up into a sitting position, pecking along the side of your neck, your jaw, your ear, murmuring, “m’gonna take over, pet. can you give me a colour ?”

he was patient about it, coaxing an answer out of you with every delicate kiss, until he heard the breathy, satiated, comfortable puff, “green.”

and there was the shift in niall, quickly pulling you off your comfortable seat that is his prick, positioning you like a rag doll. your pliancy in these moments was something niall was always grateful for, folding you over so that your face and chest were pressed into the mattress, lifting your hips high into the air.

instantly, his cock was nestled back into you, making you gasp loudly, arms stretching out above you, hands gripped tightly into the sheets, tugging as niall’s hips pull back slowly, impaling you the next moment, feeling his dick so fucking deep inside you. he does it a few more times, before picking up the pace, hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place.

your ears were ringing so loudly, you weren’t all too sure what sounds were coming out of you, nor did you have half the mind to care, but if you focus enough, you can pick up your whiny moans, and breathy gasps. your face was being pressed into the sheets below you, niall’s palms pressed into the swell of your ass, fingers gripping, using it as a hold on you, hips held in place.

“left some marks, tommo,” niall grunts between thrusts, your bum pulled up by his hold, splatter of bruises all over the underside of your cheeks, a mix of fingerprints and scratches littering your skin.

louis turns over on the bed, feet now aimed up above your head, laying on his side, supported by his elbow, peeking over and noticing the dark blue and purple pattern, bright red, slightly raised scratches. he’s not sure how to feel. his hand reaches out instinctually, fingertips delicately lining up with some of the bruises, almost as if needing to confirm for himself that it was, indeed, his own hand. 

he feels the pure hot heat coming off of your skin, making him flinch lightly, pulling his hand away, “fuck, m’sorry, darling. did i hurt you ?”

but he’s met with nothing more than niall’s hand falling on his shoulder, shaking his head, “ask her that later,” he groans, biting his lip, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, “she- fuck, she can’t answer that right now.”

it’s moments like these that louis’ learned to make a solid mental note about. he’s learning. learning you. how to be with you, how to care for you, how to grow the bond. 

“she’s fine though,” niall fills in, swatting fairly hard, right where louis left the worst of the bruises, a loud guttural groan punctured from your lungs, grip in the sheets tightening, nails close to ripping through the fabric. your chest presses harder against the bed, bum lifting on its own accord, in an effort to search for more, pushing itself into niall’s hand, almost obediently so.

niall chuckles breathily, biting his lip for a moment as he takes a deep breath through his nose, “fuckin perfect girl,” he curses, landing another spank, on the same side, over the same spot. 

you mewled, your back arching impossibly more, surely a move that would cause you pain later, right as another quick smack falls on your bum, this time on the other side. a move that makes you almost purr, legs trembling, one of your hands pulling down, tucking your arm under your face in comfort, elbow bumping into louis on the way.

it’s the first time you realize he’s so close, eyes blinking open, noting his thighs, his prick fairly close to your face, still watching where niall’s cock is disappearing inside you. without much thought, your mouth opens, taking his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling.

louis gasps loudly, a quick moan following his initial shock, niall’s eyes opening and falling on your mouth, wrapped around louis’ cock. niall quickly lands a hard smack against your ass, your jaw slackening, wailing around louis’ length.

“did i fuckin tell you to do that ?” niall growls, watching you instantly slide off his shaft, mouth leaving with a pop, and a small whine.

he reaches down, grasping your hair, pulling you up onto your knees, back pressed to his chest, head falling to his shoulder. it was too heavy for you to hold up anyway. 

niall’s arms wrap themselves around you, tucking his face against your shoulder, holding you tightly to him, hands grasping your breasts, your hips, your arms, unable to get enough of you, taking a moment to drink you in. he takes a big breath in your neck, leaving a series of pecks, eyes flicking over to meet louis’, “c’mere.”

and louis can see it in his eyes, sees that the scene is about to come to an end, something he’s always cued from niall, something he just seems to know, always. so louis slides himself under the two of you, his cock so painfully hard, standing tall right below your entrance, hands falling onto your thighs, silently letting you know that he’s right there too.

one of your hands leaves it’s grip in niall’s arm, falling to grip onto louis’ hand. when louis’ eyes flick to your entwined fingers, he swears he can almost see your tummy jumping softly in time with niall’s thrusts. 

with your hand in his, he slides over to that spot on your lower abdomen, his palm pressed to the back of your hand, and you could both feel it, feel the steady bomp, bomp, bomp of niall’s cock. it sent your mind reeling even more, something so fucking intimate about feeling someone inside you like that.

“fuck, fuck,” niall groans loudly, feeling your cunt squeeze down on him, orgasm rippling through you, the grip on him bringing on his own high quickly. too quickly. niall was not ready. he pulls you off of his prick, mid-high, pussy spasming around nothing, strong gush leaving your centre.

just as quickly as you’re pulled off of niall’s cock, you were being seated on louis’, a loud groan leaving him, your still cumming cunt sucking him in, constricting around him tightly. the move makes you fall forward, hands landing on either side of louis’ head, forehead dipped to his, panting against his mouth, jaw slacked open, still trembling from your high without any time to recover.

niall’s panting, holding off his high, hand delicately falling on your back, “colour, pet,” he whispers, his other hand against louis’ thigh, silent warning not to move yet. no matter how hard it may be. and then, there it was, the hushed breath, “green.”

louis’ hips instantly buck into you, feet planted on the mattress, hips picking up right where niall had left off, a blinding pace, something that louis was silently grateful for. the slowness he was searching for, however many hours ago, had been long satiated. 

the harsh pace, switched up angle of louis being below you, you could feel the warmth spreading from your belly to your extremities, prickling, tingly heat, and for a moment, you’re not even sure your last orgasm even really finished as this one starts to come on.

a drawn-out groan from louis, tightening grip of his fingertips into your hip, was all niall needed to know that you were cumming again, wailing mewl leaving the both of you as he pulls you off of louis’ cock, too fast for louis to quite get where he wanted to be, feet kicking out in frustration. a long spurt of liquid gushed from you again, barely having time to finish before niall’s cock glides right into you, sharp gasp coming from niall’s lungs.

he grips you from your throat, lifting you up to rest against him again, niall a panting mess against your shoulder. he reaches over your hip, lining up louis’ cock with your entrance, alongside his, “colour,” he sighs, trying to catch his breath, trying to hold himself back, but fuck your cunt was absolutely screaming at him, squeezing him, sucking on him. fuck.

“green.”

louis bucks up immediately, your cunt so fucking soaked, he had no issues sliding right in, stuffed deep alongside niall, all three of you with your jaws slackened, panting, mewling, gasping, whining, fuck no one was really sure anymore. and then when niall’s hand tightens around your throat, your pussy clenches hard, a sob leaving your lips as you tremble through another orgasm, constant stream of clear liquid leaving you, milking their orgasms with the squeezing of your centre.

niall’s hold on you tightens as he comes down from his high, pecking delicately over your shoulder, murmuring loud enough for louis to head, “we’re gonna pull out, petal. get you cozy, perfect girl.”

and you assume they do just that, as by the time that you float back to proper consciousness, you were sandwiched between them, their hands gently stroking your skin, both taking turns telling you how perfect you are, how much they love you, how happy they are with all of you here together. it was sweet, it was soft, it was filled with kisses and sweet licks. you could feel the warmth of the day lulling you back, the sunlight having shifted long ago from the early morning glow, to the mid morning brightness. 

you take a deep breath, eyes fluttering open, niall smiling up at you, noting the telltale puff of air, “hello beautiful,” he murmurs quietly, not wanting to startle you. he’s met with a beautifully soft, content smile, and a ruffle of his hair. louis smiling at you as well, offering a small, lingering kiss to the underside of your jaw. 

with your return to the real world, the promise that you were okay, comfortably placed between them, the sleepiness returns quickly, adrenaline of the moment having worn off. nobody’s sure who it was that nodded off first, but the gentle rubs were dwindling down to nothing, all of your limbs touching in some way, tangled together, in a soothing pile on niall’s bed, louis breathing out quietly, “m’definitely gonna get used to this.”

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[sivavakkiyar]

Sakai is coming up a lot more recently on here so I’d like to bring up a passage from his interview ‘when race burns class’:

A number of years ago, i was trying to help a group of young Chinese-American activists on an anti-racist campaign. This was an interesting case of how a pure "race" issue only fronted for class politics. Now, these folks were "paper Maoists" in every worst way you could think of – and all my friends know that i'm someone who has warm feelings for the old Chairman. Not only did they have what Mao once called "invincible ignorance", but were also arrogantly full of Han nationalism. They did have physical courage, at least. Their project was to protest the sports racism in the famous industrial town of Pekin, Illinois – which was originally named in the 19th century after Beijing, and whose high school sports teams were colorfully named "the Chinks"! (capitalism, what an ever-amazing civilization – what next? "Auschwitz! The Perfume!" ).

Every week a few carloads of young Asian protesters would arrive in Pekin to picket the high school and city hall, hold television news conferences, and keep the issue simmering in the news. You see, the small flaw in the campaign was that all the protesters had to be imported from New York and Chicago. There were only eight Chinese families in town, and all were refusing to have anything to do with the anti-"Chinks" campaign (not wanting to lose their livelihoods, homes, and be driven out of town by the controversy).

By accident, not in any political way, i had casually met two vaguely liberal young white guys there. One was a teacher in that very high school. The second was a UAW (United Auto Workers union) shop steward at the nearby giant Caterpillar tractor assembly plant, which was Pekin's main industry. So i thought maybe they could be persuaded to get some local people to take a moderate wishy-washy public stand, anything just to give the Chinese families some local community cover if they wanted to speak out (there was zero local support of any kind, including all the unions and churches of course).

When i suggested it to this Maoist group, there was a moment's startled stony silence. Then the leader barked, "We do not work with white people!" Discussion over. So, is this a good example of that error of "racial issues taking precedence over class issues"? i know some radicals might think that, but they'd just be getting faked out.

First off, to those activists running it, "race" was not what was central to their thinking. After all, if those Asian American dudes had really been into either "race" or anti-racism they might have started by organizing and working with the local Asian families. They might have tried to help find some survival strategy for these families, who couldn't just drive off into the sunset after each press conference (being an isolated Asian family in a heavy white racist scene is no joke, obviously). This is just a normal problem in anti-racist work, which folks had to deal with all the time in small towns in 1960s Mississippi, for instance.

It also wasn't true that those Chinese-American leftists "didn't work with white people". They did that all the time, when they wanted, and these Han nationalists even argued for the "revolutionary" nature of the white working class . What i came to realize was in that situation they didn't want any broad community support for the Chinese families there, or to let others into "their" issue. Because they had a really different agenda. Which was to get sole public credit for this and other anti-racist issues, so that their little Maoist "party" could vault into political dominance over the Chinese-American communities. Later, when they thought it necessary, they even used physical violence and death threats to drive other Asian groups away. They intended to be the people in ethnic power, in effect like replacing the tongs . These "paper Maoists" had a pure class agenda, all right, only it was a bourgeois agenda. Although they themselves might have honestly believed what they did was "revolutionary", they had anti -working class politics hidden by "anti racism" and left people of color talk.

And this Maoist group really did get their Andy Warhol-like "15 minutes of fame", becoming large in part because the more dishonest and destructive their "anti-racist" maneuvers became, the more support they got from white middle-class liberals and "progressives" (coincidentally?). i mean, from many white social-democrats, those white anti-repression "experts", academic leftists, etc. Those types that subject us to those endless droning lectures about "the working class" (which they aren't in and don't get, of course). As a sage comrade of mine always says, "Like is drawn to like" even if their outward appearance is very different.

This is a more difficult, easy to slip and fall on, even dangerous way of seeing things than radicals here are used to.

[moonastrogirl]

12th House Signs

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Look at the sign of your 12th house and discover how you can use your 12th house the best way possible. Also look at the sign linked to the degree of your 12th house.

Next post will be on Part 2 💜

DEGREES

ARIES = 1, 13, 25°

TAURUS = 2, 14, 26°

GEMINI = 3, 15, 27°

CANCER = 4, 16, 28°

LEO = 5, 17, 29°

VIRGO = 6, 18°

Signs of 12th house

12th house in Aries

-> Ruler Mars

-> How to use your Aries 12th house at your advantage ?

What you are passionate and ambitious about is what you create.

Impulsive and agressive without knowing and attracting weird scenarios into your life is what makes your 12th house. Tho all that direct and straightforward energy can be useful to you. Use your subconscious drive and energy at your advantage. Be active physically. Do sports, express your aggressive side in a healthy way. So you can avoiding unpleasant circumstances and not be the victim of those who envy your strength. Maybe listen to affirmations from agressive coaches who are not afraid to curse you out while you are doing your morning jogging. Your subconscious mind would love it. Exhaust your body to reduce the mars energy present in your body and to avoid outburst of anger. Finally discipline your martian mind by following a strict routine or rules in what you want to achieve. Think military mindset. Use wisely and strategically your energy so you can become the leader you are meant to be.

12th house in Taurus

-> Ruler Venus

-> How to use your Taurus 12th house at your advantage ?

What you love deeply is what you create.

You are selfless and you are so generous that you can give anything to those you love. You love deeply and kindly. Plus you want everyone around you to feel safe and secure. However some people can take advantage of your generosity and kindness. The best thing for you is to redirect this kindness and generosity to yourself first. Redirect your love into self love, be a bit selfish with your generosity and love. Only give it to those who reciprocate it to you even tho no one can actually match your generosity. At least they can try. Let people show you they love you and make yourself a priority too. When you are alone, do all the things you love without overindulging in your guilty little pleasures, aka food, online shopping, food again. You are also deeply attached to those you love and it’s hard for you to let go of those attachments even after many times after a separation. Learn to detach from those who are no longer in your life to not make yourself stuck. Life can offer so much to someone so kind and generous as you are and you frankly deserve it.

12th house in Gemini

-> Ruler Mercury

-> How to use your Gemini 12th house at your advantage ?

What you think and say is what you create and attract.

Words, words, words… So many words in your head all the time. You don’t even have the breath necessary to say them all at the same time. The brain of an ADHD person so full of contrast and unpredictability. When spending time alone, talk to yourself, so much that you won’t have the need to talk more than necessary when you are around people. Because those words you might say without thinking are your subconscious mind playing its part in your life. Those words can also sometimes work against you in your life when interacting with people. You may find yourself gossiping and giving away secrets of people who have trusted you. So saying less to others will be best for you. Think twice before saying something or answering any question. (If you can’t really stop yourself from speaking in a moment then just talk around the subject without giving out important information.) These words can be so useful to you too ! You can use words to help yourself manifest the life you desire. Writing down, saying them out loud and saying your affirmations each day. The right use of your words can help your subconscious manifest and yourself evolve.

12th house in Cancer

-> Ruler Moon

-> How to use your Cancer 12th house at your advantage ?

What you feel you create and attract.

Your emotions and how much comfort you feel are important. You can be pretty comfortable with others’ emotions but yours ? It’s hard for you when you are alone and feeling all your emotions. It can be overwhelming. That’s why having a comfortable home can be useful to you. At home you need to feel safe, secure and free to sit with yourself and your emotions. Having a comfortable bed can help you deal with your 12th house. It can become your spiritual sanctuary where you can energise yourself and feel safe. Learn to identify your emotions and the messages they are sending you. Your emotions are your greatest teachers. Develop also your intuitive side and listen closely to everything you are feeling. Cancer energy is the high priestess energy in Tarot and also the chariot. So be spiritual and intuitive but also a leader who goes after what it’s meant for them. Plus you probably have healing abilities as you naturally enjoy helping and taking care of others.

12th house in Leo

-> Ruler Sun

-> How to use your Leo 12th house at your advantage ?

What brings you joy and warmth is what you create.

You are incredibly strong and capable and you hide it but if anyone starts messing around with you you show them. Why not learning to unleash your incredible potential for your own benefit instead of waiting for someone to challenge you ? Accept all the traits of your Leo 12th house and the amazing talents and gifts your 12th house is bringing to your personality. Be bold, be charismatic, charming and show your performances. Put on a show baby. Everyone wanna see it. You have to learn to put yourself out there, in front stage with all the lights on shining on your beautiful persona. Let the world see your inner light. Let it shine bright. We are waiting for you. However you may have some insecurities you have a hard time to accept and you probably have incredible dreams you don’t think you can achieve. Heal your insecurities and drawbacks. Tap into your heart chakra to heal yourself because Leo energy is heart chakra energy. Lean into your heart chakra and know that you can make all your dreams come true. Accept your whole being, have compassion for yourself and show up as your most authentic self.

12th house in Virgo

-> Ruler Mercury

-> How to use your Virgo 12th house at your advantage ?

What you think precisely and say is what you attract and create. 

Detail oriented, obsessed with strategising and reviewing plans before executing them. However you might be too judgmental with others and especially with yourself. Maybe working on being more comfortable with yourself might actually help you heal your inner self-judge. Then by using your words and incredible way of seeing details to further your creativity and your writing. That’s exactly what your subconscious mind need to do : to write words and specific details of anything you want to achieve. Journaling can be amazing for you to manifest a better reality for yourself. As mercury rules your 12th house, the use of affirmations can help you overcome any obstacle you may face when you are alone. Speak to yourself with words of kindness, healing and comfort your inner self to quit being so harsh on yourself.

Thank you for reading me and PART 2 is coming soon 💜

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[jungleslang]

Not me about to go off on another tangent about Yeong's character but what I truly love is that even though she's clearly softer and not as rough around the edges now that she has no memories of being an assassin, she is still fierce as hell. That part of her hasn't changed at all.

Again, she only has memories of being sheltered, and still baby girl does not hesitate to fling herself into danger, and with all the confidence in the world, too. I already screamed about how her first instinct was to point a fire poker at Uk and how she faced off against that water monster, but her interaction with So-yi????? Absolutely screams Naksu. And the way she jumped under the water to avoid inhaling that smoke shows us that she's quick-witted and knows how to act under pressure. And then that speech she gave Kim Do-joo about being willing to endure pain while her own mother was literally torturing her??? The sheer will and inner strength that demonstrates???

I know people are saying they miss the previous badass Naksu, and I miss her too, but Yeong is literally still a badass. It's just that it might be harder to notice because it's no longer accompanied by the cold-blooded nature she was forced to adopt as Naksu. She's still the baddest bitch around, just in a different context.

And I think it's important to point out that despite her sunny disposition as Bu-yeon, she's not that innocent nor is she a damsel in distress. It bothers me that some people are giving Uk all the credit for saving her from her mother. Like yes, Uk played an important and necessary role, but Yeong herself was the one who set all those events into motion. Uk was perfectly happy to leave her to rot in her prison at the start. The only reason he helped her was because she deceived him and played him like a fiddle. She saw the ice stone in him, and used that knowledge to her advantage. Yeong hatched her own escape plan, she was the one who proposed marriage to him, and she was the one who planted the idea to take her away from her wedding into his head. Yeong schemed to achieve the outcome she wanted, just like Mu-deok would have. At the end of the day, she saved herself.

Yes, she's kinder and brighter and more open and less serious, but she's still brave and reckless and cunning and quick and resourceful and manipulative. And every bit as chaotic as she was as Mu-deok. While the changes in her character are significant and do to some extent contrast her personality in part one, they are also entirely believable. She literally only has three years worth of memories, knowledge, and experience. And most of them take place in the same room since she was confined. Of course she would be more childlike and pure under those circumstances. Her amnesia means that she doesn't have the life experience other characters have. She also doesn't know that she has blood on her hands.

And either way, some of the brightness she has now is definitely going to dim once she regains all of her memories. While I'm looking forward to seeing more of her previous cold-bloodedness resurface once she does, both because it was refreshing and because it would be unrealistic for 20 years of assassin conditioning to disappear, it's also validating to see this more childlike side of her because she literally never got to have a childhood.

I think the Hong sisters did a good job of making her character believably different while also keeping meaningful similarities to her personality in part one. I think the same can be said about Uk, too. Both of them have changed in ways that are believable, and even more amazingly, in ways that complement each other. I also really love the contrast of Yeong being a ray of sunshine, but still having these moments of cold calculation.

That being said, I also do miss her more ruthless side. I still need Yeong to get all her memories back and Uk to recognize the love of his life immediately, because the amnesia arc is hurting me. I want to shake Uk and tell him that the woman he's been mourning is right in front of him 😭😭😭😭

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 6 Tsumihoroboshi pt. 26

Keiichi to his credit resists the urge to run away from the situation, and instead meets with Ooishi. While trying to hand off the scrapbooks Ooishi pivots in such a way that at a distance Rena wouldn’t be able to see him hand off some items to Keiichi. He tells him to check his pockets before he goes back to Rena and takes the books. Back in the school, but before he gets back to the class he looks and finds a small listening device and ear piece so that way Ooishi and the police can hear what’s going on in the classroom. As well as a small container of pepper spray in case he has to defend himself or others from Rena during this hostage crisis.

Arriving back to the classroom Keiichi is immediately overtaken by the strong smell of gasoline. While he was delivering the scrapbooks to Ooishi, Rena was busy dousing her classmates, and the room with the stuff. Rena assures Keiichi that this is all simply a precautionary measure that probably won’t come to be necessary, but just in case those government types need some incentive to get the ball rolling on the raids here we are. She then proceeds to talk to the class about the parasite conspiracy.

Ooishi and Kumagai then speculate about how much damage can be done if an eighteen liter, or five liter container of gasoline went off in the classroom. Consulting with a forensics officer they learn that if it’s a five liter container that’s more than enough to destroy the entire school. Basically Rena has turned the classroom into a gigantic combustion engine, and it would leave only a smoldering ruin if it exploded. There was also an aggressive amount of mahjong metaphors thrown into the mix. They also speculate that there’s the chance that static electricity could ignite the fumes making them paranoid that they can’t use the listening device Keiichi has in his pocket.

There was a show on TV back around 2006 or so that was sort of like Mythbusters in that they tried to test the validity of various scientific theories. One of the ones I remember was this story of how a man in England blew himself and a gas pump up by using his cell phone near the pump. They offered theories about how this may have happened, static electricity and so on, before eventually settling on the idea that he probably lit himself up by smoking near the pump. Because the usage of the cell phone wasn’t enough to ignite the gasoline itself. This digression really had no purpose, it was just a random memory I remembered from seventeen years ago. A slightly different digression was this show Burn Notice used the threat of gas fumes to stop a Jamaican criminal from killing our protagonist because he was going to light bricks of money that were doused in gasoline on fire. “It’s not the liquid that’ll catch fire!” No idea why I suddenly remember these decades old shows.

The forensics officer speculates that Rena doesn’t know how dangerous what she did actually is, and Ooishi and Kumagai realize there’s not much Keiichi could do with the pepper spray against Rena and her lighter.

Oh here we fucking go. It’s aliens now. You ever think about how many storylines in games or movies have something to do with the protagonist gets poisoned and now has to deal with the main story before he croaks? I don’t mean things like Zero Escape where the protagonists are being threatened with getting poisoned, but are actually actively poisoned? The only example that really springs to mind for me at the moment is the plot towards the end of the game Heavy Rain. Spoilers for Heavy Rain I suppose, but there’s a scene towards the end where one of the main characters Ethan Mars has to drink a small vial of poison to get the address to where the villain of the game the Origami Killer is holding his son hostage. Anyway, the “poison” isn’t, and it was all a test to see if Ethan is willing to sacrifice himself for his son. The point is, how many times has the protagonist “been poisoned” but it turns out it wasn’t the case at all? It happens a lot.

What a peculiar thing to say. Also I think if someone decides to become a mad bomber, an electronic timer would probably occur to them regardless of gender. And you know, say what you will about Rena, but she has excellent time management skills. Keiichi was out of the classroom for what, maybe five minutes? In that time she was able to strap everyone down with bike locks that I don’t think existed in the eighties, I don’t know what exactly she strapped them down to using them, but that’s neither here nor there, and she was able to douse the room with an explosive amount of gasoline. All while she was the only person in the classroom, and without anyone playing the hero. Especially remarkable since later on it’s revealed that at least two of the hostages untied themselves.

Kumagai and Ooishi talk about how to deal with Rena and the hostages, talking about potentially getting the power company to cut the power to the building. Also, hey what’s the situation inside the building like? They still have the bug on Keiichi so they can hear what’s going on. Turns out Rena is smacking around Mion with the handle to her hatchet, which seems really inefficient, but hey I guess she doesn’t want to use Satoshi’s bat that she knows is in the class for whatever reason.

Rena is currently beating the shit out of Mion because of the fact she moved the bodies without informing Rena. The fact she had been actively dodging Mion doesn’t matter, she views this as a definite sign of guilt and so is just bashing Mion about the head. Keiichi tries to defuse the situation by pointing out that Mion was trying to help Rena by hiding the bodies, and also if everyone in the classroom could just ignore this little revelation that Mion moved Rena’s dead bodies, that’d be swell.

Yes Keiichi, clearly you’re the one suffering the most. Not the girl getting her face smashed in, you fucking ass.

Rena, just fucking hit this guy. Get it over with. It’ll probably work out in the long run if you do.

[billpottsismygf]

That was a really well written episode, with some great sci-fi concepts and amazing character work. It obviously gives a slightly Midnight energy, with these mysterious creatures copying people, but it manages to be completely its own thing. The only place it really fell down were the effects, which is such a shame.

To get that out of the way, the body stretching stuff could have been really effective and creepy, but it mostly just came off very silly. After the incredible production values last episode, it's such a jump down. My suspicion is that The Star Beast and The Giggle were incredibly expensive, and that this was the budget-saving episode - just our main two actors and a spaceship set - but they tried to combine it with a story that required body horror to work, and sadly that element just didn't. Funnily enough, I noticed as the opening credits rolled that it was directed by Tom Kingsley, the original director of Ghosts, and I remember that the reason Ghosts hired him was because of his ability to do special effects on the cheap. Sadly, while I think he could get away with ghosts walking through walls in a budget-saving manner, here it just looks like David Tennant and Catherine Tate have been messed around awkwardly in photoshop and it totally took me out of the horror and the tension the episode was trying to build. It would have been far better, and still would have saved money, if we had barely been shown what they actually looked like and instead focused on Donna and the Doctor's reactions. Once the creatures started to stabilise and to look basically human, it was a fantastic episode, though.

Catherine Tate and David Tennant were on top form throughout, bringing so much comedy and also drama when necessary. I love the subtlety of their performances as the entities. When Donna started monologuing about how her family would react to her being gone, I thought it was an odd acting choice for the Doctor to be slightly smiling, but it turns out it was a genius acting choice.

Speaking of genius choices: Flux! Ahhhh, I cann't express how pleased I am with the way this episode tackled it. Trust RTD to do what Chris Chibnall totally failed to do and actually give it weight (gravity, one might say). Actually seeing the Doctor express emotions about it and have a complicated guilt over the whole thing was so goddamn cathartic. I've posted extensively in the past about how disappointing it was that the Flux seemed to not matter at all once it was over (Half the universe was destroyed, hello? The Doctor committed triple genocide without batting an eyelid, and both that and the destruction of the universe might as well have not happened by the next episode???), and RTD just swooped in and made it work with one scene. I also liked the acknowledgement that the Doctor doesn't know where they're from. I think that was perfect. I know there are people who want Chris Chibnall's run to be ignored, but I'd much rather the approach RTD is taking, which is to take those things and turn them into character moments.

This is one that I'm really looking forward to rewatching. Despite the goofy effects taking me out of what are meant to be suspenseful moments, it was a really effective episode, and what a joy to see David and Catherine at the height of their abilities bouncing off each other for an entire hour.

Small things:

Not so small, but Wilf! Wilf! Wilf! Wilf!!!! I'm so happy to see him <3 And the episode was dedicated to Bernard Cribbins' memory <3

Seeing Donna getting left behind genuinely had me terrified. I'd seen people speculating about Donna dying in these specials, which I rejected as not going to happen, but oh boy I really thought they might just do it here. My headache ramped right up as my heartrate did!

I loved seeing the Doctor having to get by without the TARDIS and the sonic, especially given how many new powers the latter was given last week.

The TARDIS was so extra this episode. Why was she playing Wild Blue Yonder as they arrived and left? I liked the anti-war discussion with Donna's teacher vs Wilf, echoed somewhat in the entities' experience of the universe, but I wonder if it'll have any further relevance.

The whole 'mavity' thing was very silly, but I also kind of liked it. Newton going for 'mavity' over gravity doesn't really make sense, given that gravity had an etymological reason to be called that - as my friend said, something like 'gravitude' or whatever would make more sense - but whatever. It was silly and kept making me laugh. I wonder if, as with the salt thing, there's an implication that messing with history might have a hand in summoning the Toymaker...

Oh, on the topic of Newton! Canon queer Fourteen! I like that the Doctor continues to be canonically queer now. I mean, my personal favourite Doctor headcanon is aro-ace all the way, but if I can't have that I'm overjoyed to have him think Newton is hot.

[hekate1308]

Fictober 2022, #24

Prompt: “Is this safe?“

Fandom: Father Brown

Rating: G

Pairings: Hinted at Sullivan/Carter

He really didn’t know why it was always him who ended up in the situations – no, that wasn’t true. Of course he knew. It was him because he was the DI in Kembleford, and as  such, responsible for solving the cases Father Brown was sure to try and make his own.

And after he had been framed for murder, Sullivan even had to admit that this habit of his had its good side. Otherwise, he might even have now been sitting in jail.

The problem was that the Father and his little gang had been emboldened by it all – they seemed to think he owed them, or at least Mrs. McCarthy and Carter loved to imply so (the Father himself, to his credit, had never tried to do that, and he doubted he ever would).

And so, here he was once again, stuck with the unruly priest.

Only that this time, he had most definitely bitten off more than he could chew.

“Is this safe?” he asked even though he knew it wasn’t. They should most definitely not be breaking into the shed of Kembleford’s wealthiest farmer just because Father Brown had had a hunch.

“Don’t worry, Sid taught me everything I need to know.”

“I didn’t mean – that” he couldn’t help but exclaim, “I meant the breaking and entering!”

“If we had gotten a search warrant, all of this would not be necessary.”

“We don’t have enough evidence for one, and you know!”

Father Brown threw him a look that proved that he did indeed know, but that the missing nineteen-year-old girl was more important than any laws or regulations, and the worst part was that Sullivan agreed with him, or he would not have been here. In truth, he’d head a hunch that father Brown would not just accept that they could do nothing and had gone to intercept him… only that he’d already found him busy trying to pick the lock, and yes, this was a crime in progress, so he had every right to investigate, and if he’d come just a minute or two later, the door would already have been open and he could have glanced inside, so why should he not…

The point was, it was easy to replace a lock, but the girl’s life may be at stake, so he, instead of doing the right thing and arresting the priest, was standing here, keeping watch.

“I don’t think we have anything to worry about, Inspector, as long as you keep your eyes open” Father Brown said simply, and he found himself wondering where the rest of his entourage was. Yes, Mrs. McCarthy might usually complain, but she still did what she could to help him and Carter (but that was complicated) ran after him at all hours of the day, whether he had to work for Lady Felicia or not, so…

Still, there was nothing he could do now but to wait and see. He wished he had brought Goodfellow with him, but then, there was every chance he had given Father Brown his information in the first place, so…

“How much longer is this going to take?”

“Just a moment, Inspector, this lock is somewhat different from the one we practiced on…”

He suddenly found himself wondering how those lessons had gone, then decided he was better off not knowing.

“Are you –“

The lock suddenly sprang open, loud enough that he looked around once more, but no one seemed to be in the vicinity.

“I’ll look for Verity” Father Brown quietly announced and slipped in the barn.

Well, he supposed now all he could do was wait.

Only that the owner of the barn – and, as it would turn out, indeed the kidnapper of the girl – had snuck up on him and before he knew it, they were rolling around on the ground, each of them desperately trying to get the upper hand.

He couldn’t risk father Brown having to face him, especially not if he happened to be with a frightened victim.

Still, he couldn’t say what would have happened if not for –

All of a sudden, the man’s grip loosened and he managed to kick him in the chin and roll away. Jumping up he quickly ascertained the reason for his unexpected success – and one who was holding a crowbar, at that.

Carter grinned at him and he told himself that this feeling in his stomach came from his nerves slowly settling down. “Sullivan. Thought I better stick around and make sure everything goes smoothly.”

Could have used him for the lock, but he couldn’t find it in him to complain as Father Brown brought the girl outside, gently talking to her.

Maybe he could overlook their involvement one more time.

For the last time, obviously. Not that he’d make a habit out of it or anything.  

[alexiososp]

Alexio’s take on Waxing & Waning: Two Moons by at1stsoo (Nov 2022)

I am putting my reviews on tumblr, and now am rereading my review and beside it I have the fic open … i started properly rereading from the chapter where it is after Kyungsoo broke up with Jongin, where he said his career is more important than their relationship. 

And I have several pointers to make after rereading up until the noreabang scene in the chapter of Warm But Choppy Winds , which was what I considered as one of the chapters I will really remember for a long time. Prior to when Jongin rushes to the noraebang to Kyungsoo, we explore:

The dramatic significance of Krystal as being the catalyst for Jongin needing a wake-up call and to think practically. This happens twice: 

Firstly, how Krystal is able to see exactly how Kyungsoo is when she firstly in the chapter Up in the Air where she makes Jongin think by saying what feels more real: those words or his actions? And because of what Krystal said, we see a huge difference in Jongin’s outlook on the whole situation. He is more hopeful, initiates more sincere and flirty interactions with Kyungsoo. 

My hope in their love mirrors Jongin’s. And it brings relief to me that Jongin initiates more sincere and flirty interactions with Kyungsoo. It has been a long time since we had those moments. Jongin was angry at Kyungsoo, and to see that there is a slight change in behavior, it would mean that there is a change of heart. It is a relief, my heart feels at ease because it is Jongin the one initiating it and that kaisoo’s love is able to stand the test of heart wrenching moments. It makes me feel hopeful and happy. 

Another way we see dramatic significance of Krystal is in the chapter of Warm But Choppy Winds , she says in this chapter that Kyungsoo’s a smart guy… he definitely did it more brutally than necessary. He chose those specific hurtful words, carefully I bet, knowing your insecurities about his career. I think he went through great lengths to really push you away.”

I am very grateful that Krystal is able to make Jongin see into Kyungsoo’s actions. I always felt awkward whenever Krystal is in a particular scene. Mainly because well, the thought of her made Kyungsoo doubt Jongin. That’s a no no from me because i NEED to see kaisoo as the endgame. I believe the doubt is made worse as at that time they had not confessed to each other.

Kyungsoo being realistic, doesn't mean that he is always right, in fact it makes him slightly more pessimistic in thoughts of actually finding happiness and a long term commitment… as we see from mama soo’s thoughts on the matter at hand in The Eye of the Storm chapter, Kyungsoo does not give Jongin enough credit, in terms of the possibility of Jongin having  enough courage and love to choose Kyungsoo as his dream.

[casspurrjoybell-19]

Does it Matter? - Chapter 52 - Part 2

*Warning: Adult Content*   

It was past noon when Cassie suddenly dashed off the path and started sniffing around.

For a moment Maric thought she had just caught the scent of a rabbit, but then he saw it.

There was an empty saddlebag laying on the ground with items scattered around it.

Maric and Brayan dismounted simultaneously and went to see what Cassie had found.

"These are Dara's," Maric said as he picked up a pair of pants.

"This is Farah's saddlebag. Someone's been through it and taken everything of value."

"There's no chance a thief would get that off Farah and live to search through it."

"No. Dara must have removed it himself. Do you think they were robbed?"

"Maybe. Dara might have chosen to hand over his supplies to avoid a fight,but then why is Farah here? And if there was a fight, well... why is Farah here? If the fight was lost, she should be hurt or dead and if it was won, what reason would there be to send Farah back to us alone?"

"I don't know, Brayan. The only thing I can think of is that if Dara were badly hurt, Bug might have thought it wiser to stay with him. He certainly couldn't lift Dara onto a horse on his own."

"Hmm. Well, if he is hurt, we know he'll be fine. Ultimately, at least."

But if they were in the rain last night, Bug wouldn't be.

Maric decided to keep those thoughts to himself.

"It looks like Cassie is continuing on," Maric said.

"We should follow. They might have ridden on from here."

********

They rode more slowly now, staying behind Cassie as she dedicated her complete focus to the scent she was tracking.

The relaxed pace made Maric anxious but Cassie had found the saddlebag.

He was willing to give her nose some credit, though the rain the night before couldn't have been much help with whatever she was trying to track.

It didn't take long before she veered off the path again.

Maric immediately dismounted to follow her.

There was nothing obvious on the ground this time and Cassie seemed to be having a harder time sniffing out what she was looking for.

She shoved her head in a bush and huffed in enthusiastic breaths through her nose and Maric was sure this time she really had cornered some poor animal.

Brayan crouched down and pushed the branches of the bush aside.

He reached in and pulled out Bug's pendant.

Brayan exchanged a look with Maric.

"The string isn't broken. He took it off. I don't think he would have..."

"No. He wouldn't have just tossed it away."

"Do you think he left it here for us to find?"

Cassie let out a deep, baying bark, her tail wagging.

In front of her lay Farah's discarded bridle and reins.

"Maybe. Brayan... I think I know what happened. I think they were taken."

Brayan got to his feet.

"Taken?"

"They encountered someone on the road. Farah did not fight them and the only reason that would happen is if Dara sent her away because he didn't think she would win. That's why he stripped everything from her. He probably had no idea she would come back to us and just didn't want her living in the wilds with her bridle on."

"Well, that's fine then," Brayan said, though Maric could see the fear in his eyes.

"We have a tracking dog to find whoever took them and the full force of our guard to take them back by whatever means necessary."

"Yes. It's probably better than them having been out in the rain."

'Probably' but the things people do to slaves... Well, Maric didn't want to think about it.

They mounted back up and Cassie led them onwards.

She led them confidently down the path for another half an hour before suddenly slowing down and tracking back over the way she'd come.

They kept still while she sniffed around for a good ten minutes before she finally decided to split away from the path entirely, moving much slower now that she truly had to rely on her tracking skills alone.

The ground they crossed was barren and rocky, though flat enough to easily ride on.

They approached a large rocky outcrop that blocked their view and suddenly Cassie raised her head and let out a bark as she took off running, they sped up to follow her.

Nestled behind the rocks, out of view of the road, was a camp.

Cassie had already rushed up to it with total disregard for the men gathered there and was sniffing around a half broken apart metal cage.

Maric and Brayan exchanged a look.

Brayan's hand strayed to his sword but Maric shook his head and murmured...

"Not yet."

The men in the camp look confused, somewhat alarmed but they didn't appear to be about to instigate a fight.

That was wise, they were outnumbered, out-armed and surely didn't have combat abilities comparable to the prince's guard.

Perhaps Dara and Bug were here, there were tents, they could be inside but that wasn't where Cassie was sniffing, though... They dismounted and approached the camp.

Maric let Brayan take the lead. Brayan's eyes swept the bearded man who stepped forward up and down.

"You're in the presence of a prince. You should bow."

The man's eyes widened and then skipped around for a few seconds before landing on Maric and he bowed.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I didn't realise."

Maric offered him no response.

"We're looking for a couple of slaves. Two young Eth men. Have you seen them?"

The man hesitated as his eyes cut to Cassie, who was still determinedly sniffing the cage.

Over the man's shoulder, Maric could see Laurent, Bug's horse, tied up with the other horses.

"Ah..." the man said eventually.

"They were yours, were they?"

"Are ours," Brayan corrected.

"Where are they?"

"Well, we had them but they busted through the back of the cage last night when the storm started. Stupid. I'm sorry but they won't have made it in that storm."

"Where did they go?"

The man waved an arm.

"Couldn't tell you. We had a bit of a look for them but we couldn't see shit. If I'd known they belonged to a prince, I would've chained them up or something to make sure they stayed put."

"And you just happen to have chains with you?"

"I mean, not for anything bad. This place is on our side of the border but it's remote enough that Eth sometimes think it's worth cutting through. Roads are better over here or something. We make some of our best money just watching these roads."

Oh, no, not for anything bad, just for kidnapping innocent travelers and selling them into slavery.

Brayan's hand was resting on his hip, next to his sword.

"I think when I retire, I'm going to get myself a few Eth women and keep them for sex," the man continued.

"I could probably make all the money I need just selling any kids they had."

"Why don't we do that now?" one of the other men asked and several of the others laughed.

"Honestly considered it when we snatched those two girls a few months back but they'd have been too young to have kids for a while yet."

The other man shrugged.

"Still could've."

"So you don't know anything about where our slaves are?"

Maric interrupted.

"They ran off into the storm when it started last night and that's the last you saw of them?"

"That's right, Your Highness," the bearded man said.

"Sorry about that."

"Hmm," Maric said, offering Brayan a flick of his fingers.

"I'm not."

Maric's men stirred into action as a single unit, swords hissing as they were unsheathed in perfect unison.

The first man had barely started to reach for a weapon when he choked, reaching for his throat where a knife thrown by Hudson now protruded from his neck.

The bearded man took a single, stumbling step backwards before Brayan plunged his sword through his chest.

As Garrod strode forward a couple of the men drew swords of their own and tried to strike at him, thinking the older man an easy target but he parried their attacks, broke through their defenses and cut them down.

The whole fight was over in less than a minute.

Maric surveyed the bodies, then turned to address his men.

"I want five of you to stay back. Bury the bodies and strip the camp of any supplies, including the tents and load them onto their horses. We'll take everything. Stay here until we return or send someone to get you. The rest of you, with us. We're going to find Dara and Bug."

[shawnjacksonsbs]

Choose.

And there's no law that says I can't change the way I teach.

It's necessary, at times. 6-24-23

"You are who you choose to be." - Hogarth Hughes

That means them, you, and me.

Even the best jugglers can get tripped up. You ever see one of those juggling acts where they have a random person continually throw balls into the rotation?

There's a reason they stop at the number they do. Maybe it's 8, or 15, or 20. It's pretty awe-inspiring, too. But they stop because they haven't trained for that next one. Whether they could do it is a matter of faith and training.

If they did add one more and it all tumbled, would it take away from how good they just were 5 seconds before with one less ball in the mix?

It shouldn't.

It’s still pretty badass. . .what they did do. And they can come back later, renewed, and practiced up to do it better than before.

Tough jobs and spills don't disqualify anyone. As a matter of fact, those are prerequisites for being human. Just sayin'.

Examples that fuel the reverse of growth, but only in my head-sometimes;

Long hours, hard work, and regular boss shit doesn’t get to count in my regurgitated emotional healing cycle, so. . .

Things like, finding out that most “turmoil” and “grief” we get from customers generally seem to come from doing work for “our” people. Weird right? Strangers, the ones that should be skeptical of contractors give us way less trust issues.

But we live and learn and, still being in our 1st year at Pride Fence means wrapping our arms all the way around learning curves and life lessons! Lol no lol The difference between the words proposal and estimate will help, and signed contracts, signed change orders, and initialed drawings etc., etc. Remaining professional in the interim, is as difficult as those days are long. Lol No really.

The irony found in renting a trailer to haul material to a few jobs, because the job I was to start got postponed and none of the others were ready to go, (for good reason), so I decide on picking up enough 1x6x5s for both jobs only to find out that a typo “had occurred” and the majority of those pickets were supposed to be 1x6x6s.

Into stock they go.

Running out of room for material overflow, plus the remaining pickets would have fit on my truck, but at least the trailer wasn’t a total loss because I need to haul a tear out off-site.

“What?”

“The customer doesn’t want us to do that today either?”

“Damn, Ok”

Trailer was rented for no reason, after all. Lol

We work with what got, right? Find things to be grateful for. I did save 2 hours of drive time by not doing the tear out. That’s a win, and the rest we learnt from. Win/win Eh, will call it a draw.

I can remember calling days like these, bad. "Had a bad day" or "having a bad day", and back then they might've been. . .bad days.

We changed all that nonsense, though. We call them tough days now, or maybe difficult. I have plenty of tough days, but they damn sure ain't bad, not really.

You come find me in a year or 2 or even in a few months and ask me if I had any bad days, bet I say no. Hell I probably won't even remember having consecutive tough days.

It's one of the things I do that helps me with my acceptance and my perception of life.

Several tough days can wear on you though and in the moment(s) I can lose focus to remain. . .here (at peace).

Tired is another thing I wear all the time. I wish I could outgrow that as easily as I do clothes. Lol

I also have to remember that I control so much more of my life than I give myself credit for, or allow myself . . .to. It’s easy to lose sight of that when you live in an area where everyone else gives credit to someone else’s will, or fate, or whatever.

It’s not set in stone, until after it passes.

I am pretty stoked about going to see my oldest son tomorrow. He is in a faith based recovery program way down southern Missouri. He’s like 2 months in, and he’s never stayed somewhere before more than a few detox days. It’s a milestone moment for him, and probably the same for me. No pressure though. I just want him to stay ok. It’s not a big ask. It only feels like it is. Lol no lol

Got another son moving out soon. A little sad, or disappointed, or both that he has to move out. It's not how I wanted it, but it's not solely in my control, his . . . behavior has a hand on the steering wheel as well. The learning has to take, or what's the point.

Love is love through it all though. Boundaries and conditions are for all parties to benefit from, even if some won't see, or feel them for a time.

The rest of my kids, are experiencing adult life the best ways they know, but seem like they got it down well enough I can be proud from here.

I love them all.

All the time.

Regardless of their circumstances, frustrations, and visitations. lol

Now, be kind, remain grateful and, and. . .

I was gonna say, stay humble, but, although humility is beneficial, and how! I do believe that to succeed one has to believe in oneself. Pride is too important to pass on.

It's like 60/40 pride/humility, maybe even 65/35.

Pride in myself, and what I do, without being conceded and cocky is instrumental in assuring success.

Plus, the pride I'm talking about comes from the learning from our mistakes and owning our shit. Isn't that what humility is?

Recognize, be kind, and remain grateful. Staying cool is optional. Lol

Until next week;

"Every one of us are a product of all the things we've experienced, seen, read, and heard in our lives. So when I write, I'm remembering things that happened. Those things become part of the story". - Stan Lee

[penmansparadise]

Eddie Munson ~ You’re Mine

*I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO THE GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18 +.  Fingering.  Choking.  Spanking.  Hair Pulling.  Possessive Eddie.  Edging.  Unprotected sex.  Praising (Please let me know if I missed something)

a/n: I'm so sorry this request took a little longer to post.  I have been going through it lol.  But here it is!  This was requested from my Wattpad.  I want to make a disclosure for this one.  I mention hair pulling, and I don't usually mention hair or anything like that in my NEW one shots, so let me know if it's not appropriate or singles some readers out because I will change it if necessary.  I like to be as neutral as possible so that everyone can enjoy my stories.  So, please, let me know.  Also, mama Penman's Paradise is coming out lol.  This story does not use protection, but please do not have unprotected sex y'all.  It is so dangerous and unsafe, and unless you're ready to have a baby, don't do it.  Always use some form of contraception, okay?  Okay.  Now that I got that out of the way, my next post will be a Henry Creel/001 smut and then, FINALLY, a male reader story (I know some of my readers have been waiting for that).  I am packing to travel, so bare with me if it takes a little longer for the next few stories to be posted.  As always, thank you all for the support, and I hope you enjoy this one!

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You opened your locker and began gathering the things you’d need for the weekend with a sigh. For some reason, teachers never understood that students did not want to do homework on the only two days off during the week. Yet they still assigned work each weekend. You placed a couple textbooks in your bag and when you looked up again, hanging right where you put it a few months ago was a photo of you and Eddie. Your lips lifted into a smile as you looked at it. You and Eddie had been dating for eight months. You met when you and your mother moved to the Forest Trailer Park, but you didn’t start hanging out until the summer before senior year. During those couple of months, you and he got really close, spending almost every waking moment with one another. At first, you were worried that when school started back up, he would forget about you, but you were pleasantly surprised when he started offering you rides and invited you to eat lunch with him and his friends. It only took Eddie a month into senior year to ask you to be his girlfriend, which you enthusiastically accepted.

Once the two of you started dating, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that Eddie was insecure about your relationship. He would constantly tell you that you were out of his league and that you deserved someone better. So, you would always reassure him that he was perfect for you, followed by plenty of kisses and cuddles. But soon, Eddie started to grow possessive of you. You noticed it when he started to hold you a little tighter when Steve, one of your best friends, was around. He wouldn’t let you sit anywhere but his lap, and his hands never left your body. When you brought it up to him, Eddie just told you that he wanted to make sure everyone knew you were his and then dropped the subject.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on your locker door.

“Knock, knock,” Steve said, slightly shutting the metal door to expose himself.

You chuckled and shut it the rest of the way.

“Hey, Steve. What’s up?”

“So,” Steve said, moving to stand in front of you, “my parents are out of town tonight.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to walk away, but Steve’s hand grabbing your forearm stopped you. You turned back to him and yanked your arm from his hold.

“Steve, no.”

“What?” He asked, whining a little. “Come on. It’ll be good for us. We need a night to just get shit-faced drunk and be stupid teens.”

Your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped.

“Need I remind you, Steve, the last time you held a get-together-”

“I know what happened the last time, Y/N.” He shook his head. “But it’s different now. All that Upside Down shit is over.”

Steve nudged your shoulder.

“Come on. You and Eddie can come, and I’ll invite Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and a few others. It’ll be fun.”

You just stared at your friend for a beat. He raised his eyebrows.

“So? What do you say?”

The two of you just held the other’s gaze until you heaved a sigh.

“Fine. What time?”

Steve started to smile like a little kid.

“Eight o clock,” he said as he began to walk away. “I’ll see you two later.”

Before you could turn around to see who he was referring to, Eddie’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you tight to his side. You looked at your boyfriend and nuzzled into him.

“Hey, baby.”

His eyes weren’t on you, though. Instead, Eddie’s stare was locked on Steve’s retreating figure.

“Hey,” he said, voice sounding distant. “What, uh, what did Steve want?”

You tried to pull out of Eddie’s grip, but his hand stayed firmly on your waist.

“He’s hosting a party tonight. It’s at eight, and I said we would go.”

Eddie’s lips formed into a straight line, and his stare hardened a little. His body went rigid, and you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him.

“Unless you don’t want to go. I can tell him we won’t be there.”

Your statement had him relaxing against you. He turned his stare to you, smiled, and shook his head. It always amazed you how he could change his attitude so quickly when he looked at you. It made you melt every time. Eddie cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb in tiny circles.

“No, baby, it’s alright.” He placed a sweet kiss on your nose. “If my girl wants to get all dressed up and go to a party, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

Your stomach did a somersault as you bit your bottom lip. Even after eight months, you couldn’t figure out how Eddie still managed to give you butterflies like you had just met. You leaned into him and pressed your lips to his. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel him smile into the kiss, making your heart flutter. When you pulled back, Eddie gave you a small peck, then led you to his van.

The drive back to the trailer park was quick. Eddie let you ramble on about how you couldn’t believe Ms. O’Donnell assigned a whole paper over the weekend and how excited you were to go to Steve’s party. Before you knew it, he was pulling in front of your house. It wasn’t as if you lived far from one another. In fact, you could see Eddie’s trailer from yours, but he still insisted that he drop you off every time. You gave a quick goodbye kiss before hopping out and entering your home. It wouldn’t be long before Eddie would be back. He didn’t stay far for very long. So, you went to your room and started working on your paper. You were so wrapped up in the assignment that you didn’t realize the afternoon had gotten away from you until a light knock came from your front door, and Eddie entered.

“Babe?” You heard him shout from the living room. “It’s just me. I’m coming in, so don’t freak out.”

Your head swiveled to the clock and realized it was already past dinner.

“Son of a bitch,” you whispered to yourself as you stood from your desk and hurried to your closet.

Eddie walked into your room just as you were rustling through your clothes. When you looked over at him, a tiny chuckle fell from your lips. He was wearing the same black distressed jeans, leather jacket, and Dio denim vest he wore to school. The only thing he changed was his shirt from his Hell Fire top to a black v-neck. Even though he didn’t do much, his version of getting dressed up still made him look amazing. Something about the way his guitar pick chain hung over his chest made your legs tighten. You quickly looked away and grabbed an outfit from your closet. You paired some high-waisted jeans with an off-the-shoulder top that showed a little bit of midriff. Eddie watched you as you moved around your room, putting the finishing touches on your look. When you were standing in front of your mirror, making sure everything looked perfect, he stood up from your bed and moved to stand behind you. His hands traveled from your exposed shoulders down your arms. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on your neck. His curls tickled your skin, and you could feel the goosebumps rising anywhere his hands touched. He looked at you through the mirror, and you asked, “You ready to go?”

A small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I don’t know,” he said, kissing every inch of bare skin his lips could find. “Maybe we could be a little late, if you know what I mean.”

Your stomach did a flip as you moved your head out of the way to give him better access to your neck. His hands found your waist, and he pulled your body flush with his. You could feel his heart racing in his chest and him growing harder with every kiss he planted on your body. A small moan fell from your lips, and you could feel him smile against you. Every part of you reacted to him. Your heart fluttered, and your core clenched. You couldn’t think of a time he didn’t have that effect on you. But just as his fingers found the button of your jeans, you slowly turned in his arms to face him.

“Maybe later, baby. We have a party to get to, remember?”

Eddie rolled his eyes with a groan but nodded nonetheless.

By the time you got to Steve’s house, the place was packed, forcing Eddie to park a little farther down the road. Once his van was in park, you both got out and headed for Steve’s house. You could hear the music blasting from down the road, and by the time you reached Steve’s driveway, your whole body was vibrating from the bass. It was a good thing Steve practically lived in the middle of nowhere because had there been neighbors, the police would have already shut down the party. Teenagers you recognized as your classmates littered the front yard. There were definitely more than a few people, like Steve had originally said. You and Eddie entered the house and did your best to navigate your way through the mob of people. When you finally reached an opening, you saw Steve standing by a beer pong table. A wide smile spread across your face when you saw your friend. You went to move closer to him, but Eddie’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into his side. You looked at him, but before you could say anything, Steve approached you two.

“Hey!” He shouted over the loud music. “You two finally made it!”

His words were slurring, and he was a bit wobbly on his feet.

“I’ve been getting my ass kicked because I didn’t have my pong buddy,” Steve said, nudging your shoulder.

You laughed at him. It wasn’t very often you saw Steve let loose, and when he did, it was always so out of character that it was comical.

“Well, I’m here now. Shall we?”

Steve hooted before turning back to the people standing around the table. You gave Eddie a quick kiss and went to follow Steve, but Eddie’s grip tightened on your hip. When you turned to look at him again, you noticed he wasn’t focused on you. His stare was hard as he watched Steve saunter back to the pong table. His lips were in a straight line, and his usually warm eyes were cold.

“Hey,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek, “everything okay?”

His grip loosened, and he pulled his arm away from your body. His stature was still rigid.

“Yeah,” he said, giving you a weak smile. “I’m just gonna go get something to drink.”

Eddie placed a kiss on the top of your head before walking away. You made your way to the pong table and joined Steve. It took you a few drinks to loosen up, but once you did, you and Steve dominated. Every couple that came up against you two left drunker than they were when they started the game. Together, you and Steve were undefeated.

You could feel a good buzz coursing through your veins as you tossed the ball and sunk it into one of the cups. You threw your arms in the air, cheering before wrapping them around Steve’s neck. He lifted you up and spun you around, hollering as well. The other team attempted to sink their ball and missed. Steve picked up the ball and threw it. You all watched as the tiny sphere plopped into the last cup. You and Steve cheered, and he picked you up again. Both of you were laughing and celebrating your fifth win of the night. When Steve finally placed you back on the floor, you turned to try and find Eddie. At first, you couldn’t find him until your eyes landed on his figure leaning against the far wall. The cold look from before was on his face. One of his hands was balled into a fist at his side as he sipped his drink. At first, he wasn’t looking at you, but when his hard stare finally met yours, it didn’t soften. His eyes were darker than you were used to, and something inside you awoke. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or if that was just the effect he had on you. But either way, you left the pong table and Steve behind, gravitating toward Eddie like a sailor to a siren’s call. Eddie’s eyes never left you as you walked across the room, and when you reached him, his arm immediately wrapped around you. His hand was unusually low on your back, causing your already racing heart to nearly explode.

“Are you okay?” You asked, the question coming out a little breathier than you had intended.

Being so close to him, you could see how dark Eddie’s eyes truly were. They were like two black holes, and you so badly wanted to be sucked into them. Eddie’s arm tightened around your waist before he turned and started walking the two of you away from the flock of people. He moved you through the crowd until you were walking out onto Steve’s pool deck. There were a few people sitting outside smoking, so Eddie guided you to a more secluded area. When he was sure no one was near the two of you, he took a seat, then pulled you onto his lap. He made sure your back was pressed against his chest. His hands rested on your thighs, and his mouth found your neck almost instantly. You sucked in a breath at the unexpected feel of his lips on your bare skin.

“Eddie, what’s going on?” You asked, trying your best to not give away the fact that you were slowly getting turned on.

Eddie nipped at your neck before his lips brushed against your ear.

“Do you enjoy making me jealous?”

His fingers started tracing circles on your thighs, moving up and down and sending chills running down your spine. You swallowed a moan.

“What?”

His lips peppered kisses down your neck and to your shoulder.

“You know,” he began. “Hanging all over Steve and spending the majority of your night with him instead of me. So, I will ask again.”

His fingers dug into your thighs, and you could feel your core tighten.

“Do you enjoy making me jealous?”

He dragged the back of his fingers up your legs until they found your midriff. They brushed over the button on your jeans before he started to tug on your waistband. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and aching for him to devour every inch of your body. But when you didn’t answer his question, Eddie nipped at your ear lobe and said lowly, “You know I don’t like when you hang around other guys.”

You shut your eyes and leaned your head back just slightly.

“Why is that?”

“Because,” he growled, “you’re mine.”

You could feel Eddie’s erection, and you couldn’t help but grind into him a little. He let out a few quiet moans into your ear, lighting a fire within you. You grinded a little longer until you couldn’t handle the ache that you felt in your core any longer.

“I want to go,” you said, breathless. “I want to go back to the van.”

You didn’t have to see Eddie’s face to see the sly smirk that was playing on his lips as he said, “As you wish, babe.”

He stood, and his hands were on your waist as he walked you back into the house. You were bumping into people, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was getting into the van and getting back to your house so Eddie could have his way with you. But Steve called after you and stopped you.

“Hey! You’re leaving already?” He shouted from the living room.

You went to turn around to answer him when Eddie released your hips, grabbed your hand, and dragged you away from him. It was hard to keep pace with him as he towed you through the party and out the front door. Eddie never looked back, though. With each step he took, the music and people slowly started to fall away until it was just the two of you at his van. You went to move toward the passenger side door, but Eddie pulled you away. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, but before you could ask him what he was doing, he spoke.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked as he opened the back of the van.

There was a blanket and a few pillows thrown haphazardly on top of it. You didn’t know how you missed it when you first got in the van, but it didn’t matter. Eddie was holding his hand out, and you didn’t hesitate to take it and climb in. Eddie followed you before shutting the doors, plunging you into near darkness. The moon shining through the windshield was the only light illuminating the inside of the van. It cast shadows over Eddie’s face that made him look darker than usual. He looked like a predator, and you felt like you were his prey, sitting under his calculating stare. Your heart was racing in anticipation. All you wanted was Eddie’s hands all over your body. You wanted to feel his tongue trace every hill and canyon on your body. Your legs clenched at the thought.

You sat under Eddie’s stare for another minute before crawling closer to him and planting your lips on his. It was hungry and fervent. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you tried to get as close to him as humanly possible. But your efforts were shot down when Eddie’s fingers curled around your wrists and pulled you off him. You looked at him with bewilderment. He pushed you back into a sitting position and released your hands. His eyes were lustful as he looked at you. It was a look you weren’t used to, but you liked it. He licked his lips.

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight, Y/N. So, you’re not in charge. I am. Understand?”

Your mouth was watering, and your body was buzzing. You wanted to disregard what Eddie was saying and pounce on top of him. You wanted him undressed, and on top of you so badly you could just rip his clothes off. But you didn’t. Instead, you just nodded and said, “Mhm.”

A smirk pulled at Eddie’s lips.

“Good, girl,” he said before nodding toward you. “Now, undress for me.”

You were like putty in his hands. Without hesitation, you wiggled out of your clothes, leaving you completely nude in front of him. The eagerness you were feeling was a wild thing inside of you. It was almost too much to contain as you sat there, waiting for him to put his hands on you. But he didn’t move right away. Instead, Eddie’s eyes traveled the entire length of your body. He was taking every inch of you in like he was trying to memorize you. You were already squirming, but the way he looked at you made you want him even more than before. When his eyes crawled back up to meet yours, he leaned forward, pushed you back, and pinned your body down with his. The rough fabric of his denim jack against your bare nipples was sensational. You bucked your hips up a little and were met with the cold metal of Eddie’s handcuff belt. You sucked in a breath at the unexpected sensation, but you didn’t stop moving your hips. His belt was in the perfect spot to rub against your clit, and you were desperate. You needed to feel some friction. But Eddie wasn’t having it. He placed one of his hands on your hip, shoving it down against the blanket.

“I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?”

You were practically shaking. Between how husky his voice was and the feeling of his body pressed against yours, you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. You shook your head.

“No.”

Eddie leaned his face a little closer to yours, his dark curls creating a curtain over the two of you.

“Keep being bad and see what happens, Y/N.”

Before you could even comprehend what he had said, his lips pressed against yours before making their trek south. They traveled over your neck, then over your breast. He licked your nipple, then kept going down your navel and over your hip bones before he was hovering over your core. You could feel his warm breath teasing you. He took his forefinger and rubbed it over your core before pulling it up into the light. It was glistening, and he hummed in approval.

“So wet, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute before moving his hand back down and sliding his middle finger inside of you. A long moan fell from your lips at finally feeling even just a part of him touching where you most wanted him. He did a few strokes before adding his ring finger as well. You shut your eyes and dipped your head back. With each stroke, you could feel the cool of his rings brushing up against your pussy. The sweet contrast between the warmth of his fingers and his cold rings was enough to send you over the edge. But then Eddie moved his thumb over your clit and started to rub soft, small circles. You couldn’t help the moans that were pouring out of you at the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you. Eddie was taking his time. Each stroke was slow and measured. He made sure the length of his fingers went all the way in before he curled them and pulled them out. His thumb played with your clit, carefully rubbing round and round, making you a moaning mess. And you wanted more. So, you planted your feet and started to thrust into Eddie’s fingers. The extra depth made you moan even louder, but it didn’t last long. As soon as you started to lift your hips, Eddie quickly removed his fingers from you.

Your eyes shot open, and you looked at him with a whine.

“Why did you stop?”

Eddie took his jackets off, pulled his shirt over his head, then started unbuckling his pants.

“Roll over,” he ordered.

“But I was enjoying-”

Eddie’s hand was around your throat, stopping your sentence. His calloused fingers gripped the sides of your neck, pressing his rings into your skin. You knew that they were going to leave a mark, but you could care less. He leaned a little closer to you until his face was only inches from yours.

“I said, roll over.”

His hand released your throat, then grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your belly. You could hear him remove his pants before his hands lifted you onto your knees. He ran a hand over your spine, causing you to arch your back into his touch. His rings burned a trail from your ass up to the back of your head. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back.

“You’ve been bad all night,” he said, slapping your ass.

You sucked in a breath before a smile pulled at your lips.

“You didn’t want to listen to me when I just told you to stay still.” Another slap. “And you wanted to be all over another guy at the party.” Another slap.

His free hand slid under your torso until it found your throat again. His bare body was leaning over yours, and you could feel his hard erection against your ass. You looked at him through the corner of your eye.

“I’m gonna show you what happens to my girl when she doesn’t listen,” he said before releasing your throat and sliding into you without warning.

You gasped at how full you felt suddenly, but that gasp quickly turned into a moan. Eddie thrusted into you hard, and you gasped again.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he grunted out with each thrust. “And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows.”

He pushed into you again. Every thrust was rough and unmeasured, but he hit your pleasure spot each time. You felt one of his hands leave your hips and slide up your back again. He grabbed another handful of hair, yanking your head back. You let out a long, loud moan that melted into Eddie’s groans. The sound of skin smacking against skin and pleasure pouring from both of you filled the van. You were breathing heavily, and so was Eddie. The windows began to fog, and you could feel sweat beading up on your back.

Eddie released your hair, running his hand down the length of your back before slapping your ass and sliding it over your thigh until it found your clit. He rubbed circle after circle in time with his rough thrusts. Your knees were hurting, and you were sure they were going to be bruised. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was how Eddie found a way to let his fingers and rings rub against you in perfect sync creating a sensation you had never felt before.

You were moaning and didn’t even care how loud you were. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer with every circle Eddie’s fingers made. Your whole body was shaking, and you could feel yourself starting to clench around Eddie. He pushed into you a few more times before pulling out and removing his hand from your clit. You let out a frustrated groan before Eddie flipped you over without warning. He threw your legs wide, positioned himself over you, then shoved himself into you again. You threw your head back and moaned, long and low. But Eddie grabbed your face, his fingers pressing into both your cheeks and forced you to look at him.

“I want to watch you go, baby. I want to see just how good I make you feel.”

His fingers dug into your cheeks as he thrusted deeper and deeper into you. He used his free hand to grab one of yours and place it over your clit. You didn’t have to ask what he wanted you to do. Without even thinking about it, you started to pleasure yourself as he slammed into you. Eddie watched your hand go to work and groaned.

“Oh, good girl,” Eddie said, dragging out the word “good.” “Keep going, baby.”

Eddie’s praise nearly sent you over the edge. You wanted to hear him call you a “good girl” over and over again. Your breathing was uneven as you whimpered with pleasure. Eddie’s hand never left your face, and with every rough thrust, you could feel his fingers dig deeper into your cheeks. You could feel yourself getting closer, your core clenching around Eddie. You could tell he was getting closer by how sloppy he was getting.

“Say my name, baby,” he begged you, and you obliged.

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned, “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.”

His hand slid from your face down to your throat, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. You could feel his rings imprinting themselves into your skin. You rubbed faster, and Eddie slammed into you harder. You could feel your stomach tightening as your climax got closer and closer until, finally, you were unraveling. Your body trembled underneath Eddie’s as he thrusted into you several more times before he came inside of you. He stayed on top of you for another second before finally pulling out and falling next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. The windows were fogged over, and you were sure that it would be a dead giveaway what just went down if anyone happened to walk by the van. You looked over to Eddie and took him in for a second before he finally turned to look at you too.

“You wanna swing by the diner for something to eat?” Eddie asked, his voice low.

You couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out of you at his question.

“It’s late, though.”

He shrugged.

“Yeah, but I could really go for some waffles right now.”

A smile spread across your lips, and you nodded.

“Okay.”

Eddie jumped up and started handing you your clothes before he got dressed. When you were both decent again, he helped you climb into the front seat and then joined you. He took your hand in his and drove off toward the diner. You stared at him. There was no doubt that you were absolutely in love with him. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and made a mental note: you would definitely be bad more often if that was the kind of treatment you’d get.  

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Discordant Rhapsody - ao3 - Chapter 8

The Wen sect were all settled in one of the courtyards reserved for guests, but Lan Qiren suggested that Wei Wuxian be put into one of the rooms adjacent to his own courtyard, both to reinforce the fact that he was now Lan Qiren’s personal disciple and to forestall Lan Wangji from completely embarrassing himself by deciding to move in with the Wen under some paper-thin excuse of needing to protect them.

He would have hoped that Lan Wangji would have slightly more self-restraint than that, but his nephew still seemed dazed, even stunned, by the fact that Wei Wuxian was in Gusu at long last.

Wei Wuxian, for his part, was growing increasingly merry as he realized that whatever terrible things he’d feared awaited him in Gusu were not about to come to pass – things he had apparently feared as a result of Lan Wangji constantly beseeching him to return with him, no less. Oh, Lan Wangji was going to get the scolding of his life the moment Lan Qiren got him alone…!

Wen Qing and Wen Ning had come along to as well for the time being, Wen Ning because Wei Wuxian was still in the period of supervising him – despite how calm he was, and no, Lan Qiren was not taking credit for that – and Wen Qing to keep an eye on them both.

“A-Ning can stay with Wei-gongzi if he thinks that’s necessary, while I prefer to stay with the rest of my family,” Wen Qing said begrudgingly. “But I want to be involved in whatever’s going to happen next.”

“You wouldn’t be invited to stay here anyway,” Lan Qiren said bemusedly, minorly appalled at her presumptiveness and trying not to show it. “Adult men and women live separately in the Cloud Recesses, excluding those married couples who choose otherwise.”

Zhang Xin and Lan Yueheng, for instance. To no one’s surprise, they’d opted for the founder’s choice, sharing a single courtyard and spending every night together in the same bed – perhaps it wasn’t actually that surprising that they had managed seven living children, even if one set were twins. Supposedly Lan An had originally proposed the arrangement with his dao companion as a result of their commitment to poverty, him being first a secluded monk and then a wandering musician, but Lan Qiren personally suspected that it had less to do with their sect founder’s inclination to live like a peasant and more to do with his reputation (within the sect, anyway) for overwhelming ardor. Not unlike Lan Yueheng, he and his wife had made a very solid start at expanding the family line and setting up branch families from the very beginning…

“Ah, yes, right, of course,” Wen Qing said, flushing a little in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise.”

Thinking about the Wen elders’ comments, Lan Qiren subtly moved away from her.

“I’d love to look your prosthetic more closely,” Wei Wuxian said to Lan Yueheng, blissfully unaware of the other ongoing discussion. “There’s arrays on there, aren’t there? They were muted, but I assume you can activate them – using the same principle as a spiritual sword?”

“Almost,” Lan Yueheng said, always willing to be drawn into a theoretical discussion rather than have to talk politics. “It’s based on the same thing, but obviously you’re really only supposed to have the one sword unless you practice a dual style. If you like, I can set up a meeting for you with the others who helped make it. I’m only an alchemist, what you really want are the artificers.”

“I didn’t even know the Lan sect had alchemists and artificers!”

“Well, you’re not wrong – we’re in the great minority, it’s mostly sword and music, music and sword, the usual,” Lan Yueheng said. “You’ll need to meet the rest of them anyway, since I assume you’ll be joining us! We have laboratories up the mountain where we keep away from everyone else, to avoid a fuss. Some people just don’t appreciate explosions no matter how many times we explain that it’s a necessary part of the creative process –”

Wei Wuxian was looking a little starry-eyed, and Lan Wangji like he was considering possibly picking up an interest in forging or potion-brewing again despite having hated all his lessons in such things when he was younger, but Lan Xichen cleared his throat.

“Third Uncle, don’t get ahead of yourself,” he rebuked gently. “What Wei-gongzi’s situation is has not yet been settled.”

The bad feeling Lan Qiren had immediately got distinctly worse. There was a bad reception to his actions and there was bad. He had expected the former, not the latter; he wouldn’t have thought it would be so bad that Lan Xichen would feel the need to use his diplomacy to mediate against him, something his nephew would only do if he felt it was necessary to preserving peace in the Cloud Recesses as a whole.

It was only just and right that he do so, of course. How many times had Lan Qiren lectured his nephews on the need for a sect leader to prioritize the sect before everything else? Justice required equity among all, without special treatment, and if Lan Qiren was sometimes unable to model it, doting and over-fond as he was of his nephews who deserved every last bit of his love, then at least he had sought to convey the correct behavior whenever he could. It was good that Lan Xichen had learned that lesson.

It was good. It was. It was what Lan Qiren wanted, genuinely and sincerely – that Lan Xichen could be the best possible person he could be, and the best possible sect leader as well. Lan Qiren had no desire to be exempted from the rules simply because he was his nephew’s guardian, and he would have been incensed if Lan Xichen had suggested such a thing.

The churning feeling in his stomach wasn’t about that. It was just…he just hadn’t expected his nephews to stop needing him so soon, he supposed.

“Fine, fine, we’ll talk it to death instead,” Lan Yueheng grumbled, taking a seat and stretching out with a sigh. “Just the way we always do…hey, Wei-gongzi, you wanted to look at my leg, right? Catch.”

He drew his finger across the seam, deactivating the array that connected the prosthetic to his body, and tossed the extremely expensive and complicated result of months of effort across the room like it was a sack of potatoes.

Wei Wuxian caught it with a cackle of delight. “You’re really weird for a Lan, you know that?” he said with a grin, sitting down with the leg – sitting next to Lan Wangji, Lan Qiren noticed, even though he could have taken a seat closer to Lan Yueheng. “Oh, this is interesting…say, how’d you actually lose the leg, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, Wen soldiers cut it off,” Lan Yueheng said with a shrug. Lan Qiren shook his head a little when he noticed how Wen Qing flinched and Wen Ning’s shoulders went up around his ears – they were going to need to get used to hearing things like that if they planned to stay at the Cloud Recesses. Lan Yueheng wasn’t even aiming his words at them, good-natured soul that he was; he was only stating a fact. There were plenty of facts like that in the Lan sect. “Well, I mean, actually they just cut the ankle tendon to keep me from being able to move, but I didn’t have access to a doctor for a while so by the time one did finally get to me, it was too late to fix it back up. They had to cut it off at the knee, since the lower bits’d already started rotting…”

That was approximately the point at which Lan Qiren gave up on trying to use facial expressions to subtly hint to his cousin that he should shut up and tapped a quick patter on the table, sending out a sharp pulse of qi designed to feel like a kick to Lan Yueheng’s now-absent shin.

Lan Yueheng yelped, and then seemed to belatedly realize the problem – possibly he had finally noticed the increasingly ghastly expressions on the faces of the Wen siblings, and the awkwardness on everyone else’s – so he added, rather hastily, “Anyway, now I have a very nice leg that I can throw at people when I’m mad at them, so it’s all right, really. We use the dragon story for the children too young to understand what happened; when they get older, we explain that it’s a metaphor. For, er, war.”

It was a metaphor for the Wen sect, to be precise.

“Yueheng-xiong has a great deal of experience with children,” Lan Qiren said, deciding to move the conversation along. “The one he mentioned earlier, who will be receiving the courtesy name Jingyi, is his seventh.”

“Seven?” Wen Qing squawked, clearly relieved by the change in subject. “Your poor wife!”

“Don’t make assumptions,” Lan Xichen said dryly, looking equally thankful. “I think Auntie Zhang handles them better than Third Uncle does. She’s the one always insisting she wants more…shufu, while we’re on the subject, you should be seen to by a doctor.”

Lan Qiren sighed.

“Your health isn’t what it was,” his nephew reminded him, polite but firm. “I know you dislike being treated by doctors, but it would give us all some peace of mind to know that you are well.”

And not cursed or ensorcelled, yes, he was aware. He grunted, waving a hand in reluctant agreement.

“Thank you, shufu.” Lan Xichen looked around the room. “Naturally, the rest of you are welcome to whatever resources of the Cloud Recesses you find yourself in need of.”

“We appreciate the offer,” Wei Wuxian said, still fiddling with Lan Yueheng’s leg. “Now, do you want to talk about the whole disciple thing, or are you planning on waiting until you’re alone with Teacher Lan for that?”

Lan Qiren picked up a writing block from his desk and threw it at Wei Wuxian’s head.

His new disciple apparently hadn’t been expecting that, so he only belatedly dodged, causing it to brush by his shoulder rather than missing him entirely.

(Lan Wangji caught it easily, because of course he did.)

“Do not be insolent,” Lan Qiren told Wei Wuxian sternly. “You are my personal disciple, and Xichen is my sect leader. No matter if you belong to another sect yourself, you will show him the respect due to him, as if he were – ”

Hmm, he’d been about to go with if he were your own sect leader, but Wei Wuxian didn’t seem to be very good at respecting Jiang Cheng, who was the shidi he’d cheerfully dragged around and teasingly bullied for much of their childhood.

“ – as if he were Madame Yu,” Lan Qiren amended.

Wei Wuxian hadn’t been expecting that, either; he snorted in laughter involuntarily. “All right, all right,” he said with an amused smile that suggested he was currently picturing Lan Xichen dressed up in Madame Yu’s preferred style of clothing. “I get the picture! I’ll be good. But surely we need to talk about it at some point.”

“‘We’ do not need to do anything,” Lan Qiren said censoriously. Did Wei Wuxian really not understand the situation right now? Lan Qiren knew the Jiang sect did things differently, and naturally he wasn’t privy to the internal discussions of another sect, but surely it couldn’t be so far away from the Lan sect’s own; before the massacre, the Jiang sect must also have had prickly elders and influential people whose voices must be heard and respected. “Didn’t you hear Xichen? The matter is not settled yet.”

“But – you said –”

Perhaps he really didn’t understand.

“You are my personal disciple, that matter is settled,” Lan Qiren said, trying to be patient. “But I am no longer sect leader, only an elder. My conduct reflects only myself, and not my sect, which I no longer have the ability to bind – only Xichen can do that. Therefore I will speak with Xichen first and foremost on the subject of my conduct, and only once that discussion is concluded will we have a discussion that involves you.”

Wei Wuxian’s jaw worked for a moment, his eyes narrowing and taking on a slight reddish hue, but when Lan Qiren pointedly reached for something else to throw, the expression swiftly passed and he seemed to regain his equilibrium. They would need to find a way to deal with that, Lan Qiren reflected –soul-calming music, perhaps. Cleansing? Even Clarity? The latter would require regular playing, which he could certainly manage…though perhaps Lan Wangji would be interested in volunteering his services for that purpose instead.

“Well, if you’re sure. You’re the teacher, I’m merely the student,” Wei Wuxian said with a smile that was only a little forced, and then he mischievously threw an arm around Lan Wangji’s shoulders, the smile becoming genuine. “Lan Zhan can keep me company while you two talk. You can trust the great and wise Hanguang-jun to keep me out of mischief!”

Lan Qiren wasn’t too sure about that. Still, it wasn’t a bad idea – Lan Wangji had an excellent reputation for being scrupulously fair, and it had belatedly occurred to Lan Qiren that, Lan Wangji’s blatant display of puppy-eyes earlier aside, the majority of the sect had probably not yet figured out that he was in love, the one thing that might affect his fairness. If Lan Wangji stood sentinel, the sect would not worry too much about Wei Wuxian causing trouble, and because Lan Qiren did know of Lan Wangji’s affection, he wouldn’t need to worry about Wei Wuxian getting instigated or framed, or in any other way inveigled into a perilous situation the way he might with some other guard. His nephew would both speak and act in Wei Wuxian’s defense, whole-heartedly sincere, and with any luck his behavior might clue Wei Wuxian in a little as to the regard Lan Wangji had for him.

Anyway, even putting aside Lan Qiren’s half-hearted desire to help his nephew be successful in love, Lan Wangji was Lan Qiren’s finest student. He would be able to start the process of helping improve Wei Wuxian’s temperament at once – after all, he’d even managed to get Wei Wuxian to memorize the Lan sect rules back when they were both adolescents…wait.

Surely that hadn’t been when Lan Wangji had become infatuated? Had Lan Qiren done this to himself?

He dearly hoped not.

Well, even if he had, it was a moot point now, anyway. What was done was done.

“I think that that is an excellent idea,” he said briskly. “Wangji, take Wei Wuxian to the jingshi and conduct an initial level review of his abilities with Cleansing as the base song.”

Lan Wangji looked startled. As he should – an initial level review to determine someone’s skill level was something usually done for children, not adults, and certainly not for acknowledged masters of musical cultivation like Wei Wuxian.

It did, however, have the advantage of taking quite a long while to complete.

“Hey, hey, wait,” Wei Wuxian said, frowning. “That’s unnecessary, isn’t it?”

“Is it?” Lan Qiren tapped the desk thoughtfully. “I believe that’s up to me to decide as your master. I noticed you taking some shortcuts with cleansing songs on our journey here – Wangji will be able to see if those were intentional or if you have simply forgotten the basics.”

“But…!”

Lan Yueheng sniggered and formed a hand seal, summoning his leg back. “It’s always good to brush up on the basics,” he said cheerfully, his good humor managing to make what could have been an insult to Wei Wuxian’s trustworthiness into little more than a teacher’s petty snit. “Just you wait, he’ll have you doing handstands soon enough.”

“…handstands?” Wen Qing asked.

“To copy the rules,” Lan Yueheng said, then blinked when she gaped at him, displaying a reaction that seemed to Lan Qiren to be far outsized for such an innocuous statement. “What? Copying rules is a standard punishment, but if you break the rules that require that punishment repeatedly, you get the next level up.”

“And that involves…handstands? How?”

“You copy the rules while in a handstand,” Lan Xichen said, hiding a knowing smile even as Lan Qiren frowned at his guests, unsure as to why his guests seemed so bemused – Wen Qing was still gaping, Wen Ning’s eyes were wide, and Wei Wuxian had put a hand to his temple as if to contain his reaction. “It’s a type of punishment rarely imposed on guest disciples, since they’re rarely present long enough to violate the rules ‘repeatedly’. You would not have seen it.”

“No wonder you all have those arms,” Wei Wuxian said, shaking his head. “All right, all right, fine, you win! Lan Zhan, I’m at your mercy. Put me through my paces.”

Lan Qiren observed that the tips of Lan Wangji’s ears had gone red.

He was pretty sure he didn’t want to dwell too long on why.

“I’ll show you two the way back to your family,” Lan Yueheng said to Wen Qing and Wen Ning, standing up himself. “Mistress Wen, you’re a doctor, right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good! You can come visit my wife tomorrow. She’s still in retreat following A-Shen’s birth – she needs company. Let me tell you a bit about her…”

Lan Yueheng could sing Zhang Xin’s praises for an entire night and day if he so wished, so Lan Qiren could rest assured that neither of the Wen siblings, trailing behind him, would be making any trouble in the near future, and neither would Wei Wuxian, following Lan Wangji over to the jingshi.

That left only Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen alone, with Lan Xichen rising to his feet to go and close the door behind the others, activating the privacy arrays and adding in an extra talisman to strengthen the effect before turning to look at Lan Qiren.

“Shufu,” he said. “What were you thinking?!”

[merakiui]

A Leaf Swept up in an Autumnal Breeze

yandere!kaedehara kazuha x (gender neutral) reader art credit - Tourou_7 on twt cw: yandere, unhealthy/obsessive behaviors, slight nsfw implications/thoughts, alcohol consumption, intoxication, spoilers for kazuha’s character story + inazuma lore note - i decided to write something short for kazuha as i analyze what we know so far of his character. hopefully the characterization isn’t too off! please enjoy nonetheless! orz

The moonlight casts its thin rays upon the calm, motionless sea. In the distance, fish surface and their movements are captured in the ripples that expand in the water, a minor blip in the otherwise tranquil atmosphere of the dark night. As if a god has taken a brush to the sky, utilizing its inky vastness as a canvas, the stars have been drawn in small specks—winking down at those who sleep underneath a blanket of natural light.

And you are caught up in the glorious shimmer, grinning widely as Beidou wraps her arm around you, pulling you against her as if the two of you have known each other for years. In reality, it’s only been a few months since you were discovered on her ship: a hidden stowaway with your Vision clutched in your hands and raw resolve etched into your body in the form of bruises and old scars. You’re a fighter and yet you also ran from something. Kazuha can’t quite tell what it is you’ve escaped. Whether it’s another person, a group of people, or even an entire nation, he’s certain it’s worthy of the risks that come with fleeing.

Your Vision shines brightly, a stark contrast to the dark color scheme of your clothes. He tries to place a nation to your outfit and comes up empty, his thoughts returning to Inazuma as though it’s the only place he can think of. And he supposes that’s true. The situation in Inazuma has clouded his mind with its strange fog, taking up residence in the nooks and crannies of his brain. Though he can dwell upon the past and the mistakes that led up to the downfall of a precious friend, he knows there is no use for such somber reflections during a happy celebration. Life moves on, as the common saying goes, and he cannot allow himself to remain trapped in the past.

During moments such as these, where he relives the horrible memory in vivid detail, you are a sweet balm that soothes the sting of loss. Even when you’re struggling to stand, face hot from the intoxication of good drinks in even better company, you’re a wondrous presence who chases away his doubts and worries.

Unknowingly, you cast a temporary shroud over those matters and he’s put at ease the minute you extend your arm in his direction.

“Kazuha! Come over here. Let’s dance!”

A hiccup interrupts your jovial giggle and Beidou chuckles before throwing her head back to drink what’s left in her flask. The aura of her ship is beyond lively. Men and women alike celebrate another successful week with drinks, harrowing tales of past heroes, and broken ballads sang in drunken tones. He can’t help the smile that sprouts on his lips. You’re such an outgoing person, always wanting to include him in your daily activities. And though he politely declines whenever you offer him alcohol, he has wondered what the appeal could possibly be.

Perhaps it’s the idea of losing your sensibility for one night, ignoring all reason for the sake of spending pleasurable moments in the confines of a warm bed, wrapped snugly in a lover’s embrace. Such instances are lost to intoxicating pleasure—buried under a hazy recollection come morning. But you haven’t done that sort of thing. Kazuha would know. He listens in while you’re relaxing—while you’re bathing and going about life on the ship without a care in the world—and his head runs wild with all sorts of fantasies. Fantasies he never would have imagined had he not met you.

To think you were just a mere stowaway, a trespasser who had snuck onto the ship and hid in the darkest corner, obscured by crates and chests. And he had pulled those crates aside in search of a few ingredients and his eyes met yours and you held your finger to your lips—a silent urge to keep quiet—and his heart skipped a beat.

It was a special meeting between two, which will remain locked away in his heart for all of eternity. A memory he regards with warm fondness. After much negotiation and a disarming conversation, you were soon welcomed with open arms as Beidou practically offered you to join her crew. You had nowhere else to go—no one else to see or protect—and so you agreed. And Kazuha felt a relief he hasn’t felt in a while, the sort of emotion that stems from almost losing something important.

The pure relief that comes and goes once he realizes you’re a missing piece in the puzzle of his life.

“You’ll trip,” he warns, pushing off from the side of the ship and walking over to you and Beidou. “It wouldn’t be wise to dance in your inebriated state. Surely you’re aware of this, no?”

“I can hold my alcohol.” Your wavering glare doesn’t reach him. “Don’t... Don’t think otherwise or else I’ll—ah!”

The majority of Beidou’s weight burdens your shoulders and you nearly almost crumble.

“You—“ she searches for a means to steady herself— “worry too much,” the captain adds, nodding in agreement to an unspoken statement. “It’ll be okay! Live a little while you’re still young.”

Kazuha sighs and easily slips between the two of you, hooking his arm around Beidou’s waist as he guides her to a barrel. The scent of alcohol kisses the air, clinging to your clothes and breath like an oversaturated perfume. Once she’s sat down, now fully determined to get the last few drops from out of the flask, the rōnin turns to you. He’s caught by surprise when your hands grasp his, your eager expression stabbing his heart with a dozen pins. He’s rooted to the floorboards, unable to look away when your face is dangerously close to his.

“You heard the captain,” you tease in a slurred voice. “Live a little.”

And he does. Or he thinks he does. Having traveled with Beidou, this is the current life he’s come to know and appreciate. But is it truly living if he feels unfulfilled in the process? To find a means for bringing back the familiar glow in a lonely Vision. To secure peace of mind and put his rowdy thoughts to rest. To one day return to the nation he was forced to flee, with you in tow. Are all of these things necessary in order to fill the gaping void in his damaged heart? Kazuha wonders if you also came from Inazuma. Perhaps you wouldn’t be so surprised to see the scenery if he were to take you there. Not now, of course. Sometime in the future, if such a future holds a changed Inazuma.

“I’m going to warn you now,” he mumbles, his fingers ghosting over your waist, “I’m not what one would call a dancer of skillful grace.”

“I don’t think that’s true, dear Kazuha.”

He blinks once and then releases a short laugh at the endearing term. “If you say so.”

“Enough talk.” You huff and pull him into your chest and he feels as though he could stay locked in this position for millennia. “Dance with me before...” A stilted pause as you nearly forget your sentence. “Before I turn in for the night. That’s it.”

Or before you get sick, he thinks, not so cheerful about the inevitable mess. But he’ll tolerate it because you’ve tolerated him. You never pry into his past, nor do you force him to answer personal questions regarding Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun. If you ever notice the way he lingers near your quarters, you don’t say a word. And if you hear his subdued moans as his hand moves in time with a picturesque fantasy of your nude form pressed against his, you keep your mouth shut. You are everything he could ever want and like the very ideal the Raiden Shogun wishes to uphold he wants to pursue an eternity with you.

Your movements are far from the precision you normally have when moving about the ship and it’s a very odd dance. Yet you spin him and he follows your unusual lead like an animal with tunnel vision. For a taut moment, the background noise melts away into obscurity and the two of you are the only people in existence. He stares at your face the entire time, ignoring the way your sandals crush his feet or the instances where he unintentionally returns the gesture. It’s certainly an awkward sort of waltz, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And in this moment where no one else matters, he sees your radiance in the glow of the moon. You truly are worthy of the sun and the stars beyond and should you verbalize an outlandish wish of that nature he has no choice but to follow through.

Like a leaf swept up in an autumnal breeze, reminiscent of a ronin who lacks a place in the world, Kazuha allows himself to be carried on by the winds that rustle the sails and tangle through your hair, painting you in a backdrop that’s heaven handcrafted by the pickiest god. And where you have your wits, a lively Vision, and your confidence, he only has his blade, a dull Vision, and an inkling of hope. But that’s really all he requires.

[miekasa]

sorry if you've already answered this, but what do you think the aot character's love languages would be? we know levi's is acts of service, but anybody else?

No worries! I don’t think I’ve answered for everyone before, so I’ll take a shot at it now bc I love thinking about people's love languages 😌

LEVI Gives: acts of service

This is one is talked about a lot, but Levi shows his love most often through doing things for you, even if you haven’t asked anything of him.

He’ll go out of his way to make your life easier and/or more comfortable in any way that he sees fit, and he doesn’t expect the same in return; it truly just makes him happy to know that he could have done something for you.

It includes bigger things like assembling furniture for you, building you something completely from scratch, or cleaning your car for; and also small things like making you a cup of coffee or tea, or even just holding your bag for you after a long day.

Needs: physical touch

Classic touch-starved man who doesn’t outwardly ask for physical touch, but doesn’t back away from it when you initiate it.

After some time, he’d begin to initiate himself, he just needs to get comfortable with the idea of it first; but after he is, it’s really cute to see. Catch him on a lazy morning, and he’s especially touchy; or find him after a long day of work, and he’ll cuddle himself right into your shoulder.

It makes him happy to know that you seek him out for physical comfort, and that he can begin to do the same. Also, he loves the feeling of you playing with his hair, it’s a surefire way to get him to fall asleep.

HANGE Gives: quality time, physical touch

Hange likes spending time with you, and loves roping you into their favorite hobbies, activities, and antics. Even something as simple as a 3 minute FaceTime call to ask them a quick question is enough to put a smile on their face.

They really just like to share their interests with you, and would love it if you did the same! Hange is willing to give everything a try at least twice for you.

Also loves physical touch, maybe not even necessarily in traditionally “romantic” ways either—having their hand around your shoulder to show you something on their phone, knocking into your body while they’re laughing, clapping your hands together out of boredom—all simple touches that make Hange happy.

Needs: gifts

Hange looooves presents, and you can’t prove me wrong. To them, it’s really touching to know that you would take the time to pick out or make something that you think they would like.

They cherish any and every gift you get them, even if it’s something as tiny and routine as bringing them a coffee during a busy a day at work, Hange never takes it for granted.

(And they also go on and brag about it to anyone who will listen, “Ah did you see my baby brought me coffee for lunch? Just how I like it too, they know me so well!”)

EREN Gives: quality time, words of affirmation

Quality time for Eren can also be mistaken as him spending all of his free time annoying the hell out of you, but it’s really just him being Loving.

When he’s not annoying you, he really does just like to be in the same space as you, even if you’re doing your own things. He likes having you around because you comfort him even if you’re not directly speaking to or interacting with him.

Words of affirmation come out of him in a very matter-of-fact tone. It’s almost as if he’s not consciously trying to affirm you or flatter you.

To him, he’s just saying what he believes is an objective truth: of course he thinks you’re smart and talented and pretty and fun to be around. If those things make you feel good, then it’s a bonus, but really, he just means it like it’s a fact of the universe.

Needs: gifts, physical touch

He’s not the best at giving gifts, but he does love to receive them, and honestly, he’s very humbled and flattered whenever you give him something that you clearly put a lot of time and/or effort into.

He almost feels undeserving of it, but he loves it all the same, and he really does cherish it. Even if it’s something as generic as a pair of shoes he was talking about, it still means a lot to him that you would remember and buy them for him.

Once he gets a taste of physical touch, he doesn’t know how to let go. All sense of personal space is out of the window, and this goes hand in hand with quality time once he discovers it.

Loves it when you touch him: play with his hair, play with or hold his hands, hug him out of the blue. Also loves to touch you, though he seems to not understand the size of his body when he’s draping himself over your shoulders, or has his leg over your thigh while you’re sitting on the bus.

ARMIN Gives: gifts

To him, it’s the simplest way to express himself without embarrassing himself by potentially tripping over his words. Also, gifts can be given remotely, so he doesn’t have to sit around worrying if you’ll love it or hate it while you open it.

Though, he certainly gains a lot of confidence over time, he still likes to leave you little presents to find when he’s not around. Something as small as buying your favorite candy and putting it in your coat pocket, or leaving flowers at your place.

He’s also very thoughtful, and when he does get you a bigger gift, or something to celebrate an occasion, he always makes sure it’s perfect.

He does it to make you happy, and when you’re happy, it makes him happy.

Needs: words of affirmation

He won’t ask for it, but it’s really reassuring to hear, and it makes him feel really good, and relieved to know that the person he loves thinks highly of him.

If you told him you’re proud of him, he might… he really might malfunction a bit, but your words would stick with him. The next time he was going through something hard or even just doubting himself, he’d remember what you said to him and it would give him a little push to get through it (and maybe be nicer to himself as a consequence).

Not necessarily an affirmation, but it also flatters him to hear that you think he’s attractive. Though, be careful when and how you say this, because he’s very… easy to excite.

MIKASA Gives: words of affirmation, acts of service

Mikasa lets you know how much you mean to her, and how much you mean to everyone in your life all the time. She doesn’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than you are.

She loves hearing about your progress or achievements in work/school and is quick to tell you that she’s happy for you and proud of you.

She’ll also do anything she can to help you out, so acts of service a big thing for her. She doesn’t want you to have to go out of your way to do something she could handle for you.

That isn’t to say that she thinks you’re incapable of fending for yourself; rather, that she would like to ease your pain whenever and wherever she can.

Needs: quality time

She doesn’t realize how much she likes/needs this until you guys start spending more time together; and it’s in your absence that she finds herself missing you more than she’d anticipated.

She doesn’t even mind sitting idly by while you’re busy or doing work, so long as she gets to be by your side. It also brings her a sense of comfort to be able to take care of you during this time; having snack breaks with you, occasional tangent conversations, and reminding you to rest when necessary.

She finds that one of the simplest means of quality time is sleeping next to each other; whether it be for a nap, or going to bed, it’s a kind of intimacy she never thought she’d crave, but comes to really, really enjoy.

JEAN Gives: quality time, gifts

Just. Just let Jean tag along to whatever you’re doing like a little golden retriever and he’ll be so damn happy. It doesn’t matter what—buying makeup, going on a walk, heading to the grocery store—he just likes spending time with you.

Though he—and anyone who expresses themselves in quality time—completely understands there are moments where you need to be by yourself. But if you don’t mind him being there, then he’ll take the opportunity to be with you.

He looooves to give presents, and even though he can get kind of embarrassed by it and try to play it off as nonchalant, he’s quite thoughtful and romantic with his gifts.

Needs: quality time, physical touch

He loves doing what you’re doing, but he would also love to have you around when he’s chilling or running errands or doing whatever, too. He doesn’t care, Jean just likes talking to you, and will take any opportunity to hear you speak to him and be around him.

He shows a normal amount of physical touch and/or PDA throughout your relationship, but really casual and gentle touches by you mean the world to him. When he feels you stroking his face when you think he’s asleep, wrapping your arms around one of his habitually when you’re sleepy after a night out, putting your hands on his face when you kiss him—all those things mean the world to him.

I don’t know if this would fall into words of affirmation, but he also likes it when you tell him that you find him attractive. Call him handsome once and he’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the month. Tell him he’s pretty and you might even get him to blush.

CONNIE Gives: quality time

Similar to Eren, his quality time is most commonly expressed through a little game he likes to call “how many times can I annoy my girlfriend in the span of twenty minutes.”

You could be chilling like normal, having a casual night in and Connie will just come bursting in your room like the loudest mf on the planet, with Monopoly in his left hand, and a six pack of beers in his right.

He lives for doing stupid (borderline illegal) shit with you, and to his credit, you’ve never gotten caught. He really just likes to hang with you and make you laugh and make memories the both of you won’t ever forget.

Needs: acts of service

Help this man. No, really, literally, help him, even if he says he doesn’t need help, he’ll appreciate it in the end.

From stuff like tutoring him for a class, to packing him lunches (beyond Lunchables, but inclusive of a strawberry-kiwi CapriSun, nonetheless); it’s a love language Connie didn’t even think he would like.

He fucking loves it though and never shuts up about anything you might do for him; always thanks you a million times and puts you in a loving chokehold and pinches your cheeks in appreciation.

SASHA Gives: words of affirmation

She’s really good at comforting you, or even just making you feel good about yourself. Sasha might not even realize how much her positive outlook on you might mean, but she sure does love to tell you how much you mean to her.

Adores singing your praises and rewarding you with compliments all the time. She’s so sweet and she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing. Best girl.

Needs: gifts

Sasha loves presents in all shapes in forms: birthday presents, anniversary presents, planned presents, surprise presents. Doesn’t matter, she’s happy to receive any and all of them.

She looks at the gifts you get her with sparkles in her eyes and the widest grin on her face. It means the world to her that you would get her something she loves and she appreciates it so much.

Takes extra special care of your gifts too. If you got her one of something she collects, the ones you give her have their own little special place in her collection and she loves to show them off whenever people ask about them.

PIECK Gives: acts of service, physical touch

Pieck will do just about anything for you, and if she can’t, she’ll commission someone else to get it done for the both of you. (Someone being Porco and Reiner if this act involves lifting or carrying anything heavy).

She adores the smile on your face after she tells you she’s taken care of something you were putting off or having trouble doing; it makes her whole day to see you happy and relieved to have one less task on your to-do list.

She definitely does things because it makes her happy to see you happy, but there’s a small part of her that’s not above admitting she likes to be rewarded for it, too. Even something as small as a hug will do 😌

That’s also where the physical touch comes in: Pieck is kind of handsy, an almost unexpectedly protective kind of way. It’s equal parts of her liking to show you off and have her hands on you, and making sure nobody else thinks about doing the same.

Needs: quality time

Once she discovers the joy of having someone else to laze around with, take naps with, and do… questionable antics with, Pieck feels like she’s discovered the true meaning of life.

Adores when you ask to come along with her to run errands, or when you show interest in any of her many hobbies. She comes to find that she loves sharing them with you.

Napping together is a must, and if you think she’ll let you out of her hold just because your leg cramped or you have to use the bathroom, then think again. There’s a minimum of three one-hour naps per week with her.

PORCO Gives: acts of service, gifts

Gifts might come as a surprise for him, but he’s got a good memory, so when he sees something you’ve been talking about, he’ll just pick it up/buy it for you.

Could be anything from a new pair of house slippers, to a pair of earrings you showed him once. If he sees it and remembers you wanted it, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll just get it. You can’t say he never did anything for you.

He approaches acts of service the same way, and usually does things he knows he can handle doing for you, like cleaning your car, cooking you dinner, or giving you a massage.

He can get kinda smug about it tho, going off about how you’re his little baby and that you need him to take care of you, as if he didn’t go out of his way to do these things, unprompted 🙄

Needs: physical touch

He’s not going out of his way to do extreme PDA, but he’s not hiding it either; if he feels like touching you, he will. But the first time you initiate it, or the first time you touch him in a gentle way, he’s such a goner.

He doesn’t even know how to process it at a first, and when he does he feels stupid and embarrassed for even liking it, but he certainly likes it that for damn sure.

He gets kinda cranky if you don’t cuddle up to him or hold his hand or poke his cheek (even though he claims it’s oh so annoying, you know he likesssss it).

[nightwishesworld]

Do u think Alcina would get jealous if there partner had a favourite plushie to the point she considers it competition, the only thing stoping her getting rid of it is her partner being upset 

Umm, we are talking about the same vampire, right??? Of course, she would! You guys have the best friggin ideas I swear! This was such a fun write

p/n = plush name

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Alcina Dimitrescu is not a jealous woman. 

She is the epitome of beauty and elegance, leaving no room for emotions such as jealousy to squander it. 

Yeah...right. That’s what she tells herself at least. 

To her credit though, Alcina is pretty good at keeping herself in check. Only lashing out, or asserting her dominance, as you call it, when absolutely necessary. The butcher’s son, for instance, got a taste of her rage when she caught him ogling your body like a piece of prime meat. He almost had his tongue cut out right then and there.

Alcina doesn’t do well with competition, and even though you’ve told her several times that there is no competition, she decides to weed them out herself. Can’t get jealous if there are no competitors, right?

Her jealousy doesn’t last long, she claims her spotlight one way or another. There is, however, one creature Alcina is unable to rid herself of. One that resides in her very castle. The closest any little rat has ever come to stealing her beloved y/n.

Even after long grueling days of wasting her time cleaning up Heisenberg’s messes and getting an ear full from Mother Miranda, all Alcina longs for is to crawl into bed and wrap herself in your arms. Tonight it seems the gods are frowning upon her because they have already stolen her place. She rolls her eyes at what should have been a cute display, had it been her, and instead moves to the vanity to start taking her makeup off.

Wiping away the stresses of the day helped lighten Alcina’s mood a bit. It was always such a relief to take her makeup off, knowing the day has finally ended and she can relax.

Making her way to the bed Alcina trips over the small wastebasket and curses herself for making you stir from your sleep.

“Alci, you ok?”

You sit up in bed, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself, but still keep an arm wrapped around your smaller companion. 

“Yes, I’m fine darling I-” Alcina stopped. “You know what? No. I am the Lady of this castle and I say p/n needs to leave our bed.”

“P/n is always allowed in bed!”

Alcina was too tired to start a proper argument and decides to simply give in. She refuses to hold you while that stupid plushy is sandwiched between you, effectively cock-blocking her. Its eyes mock her as it watches her toss and turn tirelessly. Alcina was not accustomed to sleeping “by herself.” The vampire felt uncomfortably bare without your body directly in contact with hers, but not bare enough to reconsider cuddling you and the plushy. Alcina is far too stubborn for that and simply chucking it to its rightful place on the floor would only upset y/n. No matter how much she loathes that plushy, she still does not want to upset you.

A smugness flashed across its cold dead eyes as it stared at her, clearly proud of its victory. Alcina only growled in response, baring her teeth like a territorial animal.

“You win this round, fucker.”

The next day was no different from any other. Alcina was kept busy with her daughters causing mayhem around the castle and paperwork needing to be done for some sort of ceremony. Naturally, when she does give herself a break, she chooses to spend it with you. This is how you ended up sitting here next to the fire, plushy at your side and Alcina by her lonesome across from you. 

“Ooh, do we still have those shortbread cookies from the other day? Or did Cassandra eat them all?”

“I hid some for you above the stove- top shelf inside the teapot.”

Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Be right back.”

Alcina nodded and turned her attention back to her book. She felt a pair of eyes on her, but she tried her damnedest to ignore it. A few intense minutes passed before she slammed her book shut. “You think you’re so special, don’t you? Just because you had them first doesn’t mean you’re their favorite.”

The plush stared blankly at her. Its silence only egged her on.

“You better watch yourself, plushy. You just landed yourself a spot on Alcina Dimitrescu’s blacklist, and no one gets off of it alive. You might have them fooled with your dapper little suit and hat but I know who you really are under all that fluff. Punk ass plushy bitch. Y/n is mine, and I do not share.”

More intense silence filled the room as Alcina was about to strike down on the innocent creature until-

“Hey Al, can you come help me? I can’t reach the top shelf.”

She gave the plush a smug grin before taking her leave. “I know someone else who can’t reach either. Coming, my love!”

Alcina sauntered out of the room only to step right back through the doorway to extend the claw on her middle finger at the plushy. Giving it the most dramatic middle finger in all of Romania.

Sometime later

The cookies were gone within minutes of settling back down on the couch. Now you were lounging across the cushions, with p/n pressed tightly against your chest, finishing the final chapter of your book. You moved to get off the couch to return your book to its shelf and pick out another classic. Before setting p/n on the cushions you place a kiss on the top of their head. Alcina pretends not to notice this out of the corner of her eye and continues to glaze over the pages of her own book, waiting for her kiss.

It never came.

You walk past her without offering so much as a smile and Alcina is sent over the edge.

“That’s it, I can’t take it anymore! Y/n it’s me or the plush.”

You look back at her, rather taken back by her sudden outburst. “Um, excuse me?”

“You heard me. It’s either me or the plush. Take your pick.”

You arch a brow and put your hands on your hips. “Well, p/n and I don’t appreciate that tone.”

Alcina rolls her eyes. “P/n isn’t real!”

You gasp and rush over to the couch and cover their ears. “How dare you! That’s a very sophisticated young man/lady you’re talking about.”

“I am sick of always coming in second to that stupid thing. You act like you love it more than you love me! Giving it a kiss and not me, how rude. We both can’t keep living here; one of us has to go.”

That got you to laugh. “This coming from the same woman who, after sending me away to sleep on the couch after an argument, comes down in the middle of the night to sleep on the floor beside the couch because you got lonely.”

Alcina blushed.

“Something tells me you won’t let me go anywhere.”

She stays quiet, only giving a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“If I give you a kiss now will you stop whining?”

Alcina pretends to consider this for a moment before answering. “Will you sit on my lap?”

“Of course, my love,” you smile.

“No p/n.”

You giggle as you make yourself comfortable straddling her things. “No p/n.”

Alcina pulls you flush against her front and kisses you. “Good.” She bites your lower lip, making you gasp. She takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and relax back into the couch. Out of sheer pettiness, Alcina cracks an eye open to see the plush staring at your display of affection. She smiled into your kiss and gives it the middle finger before focusing all her attention on ravishing you.