#but they meshed together in my head and it's the thing that brought this set together aoksoaksoaks

[lover-of-mine]

Inspired by The Definition of Love and All Things Ineffable by @elvensorceress on ao3

Everything is still. Quiet. He stares like he’s never seen. He probably hasn’t. But it sings through every cell in his body. Eddie… the things Eddie sees as love…

Eddie breathes slowly and wets his lips. “All I know about the kind of love you’re asking about? Is you. Love, to me, is you.”

Buck knows it’s true because he feels it. He’s always felt it. He’s never really doubted the strength and depth of their bond, just how to qualify it.

[j-onedrabbles]

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

✧ REQUESTED BY: @slayhyunjin ✧   PAIRING: SKZ X READER ✧   CW: ARGUMENT, CURSING, KISSES, FOOD MENTIONS, TYPICAL GIRL BSF IN LOVE WITH GUY IN RELATIONSHIP (NOT MENTIONED IN ALL), MENTION ANXIETY IN HAN'S, GIRL BSF CALLS READER A GOLD DIGGER IN HAN'S PART, FEM!READER, FAKE TEXTS ✧   WC + SS: 4K + 8 ✧   NOTE: I was too lazy to give a name for the girl bf so... she is referred to as "(name)"

BANG CHAN

      Chan sighed and tossed his phone onto his bed. He knew he really fucked up, but there wasn’t much he could do. They’d gotten into fights before and he knew some space would let them both calm down and think. He didn’t like that he’d been unaware he had let Y/n sizzle in anger for a whole night since he came back to the dorms after leaving his friend.

     He laid back against the bed and thought. He had her gifts all ready to head over. He planned to pick up a bouquet and food on his way over today. But now he didn’t know. He didn’t even know if they had eaten today. 

     He grabbed his phone and ordered her fav over to her place. It was one thing he could do while he waited. He checked social media, text notifications, did some writing; anything to keep busy. He almost jumped out of his chair when his phone notified him of a text message. The one he had been waiting for for who knows how long. The small ‘come over’ text had him running around the room, grabbing everything.  Phone, wallet, keys, shoes, gifts. Double and triple checking he had everything before he left the dorms and headed to her place. Stopping for a few minutes to get her flower.

     Y/n sat, waiting on the couch, finishing up the food he had for her. Ultimately, she knew Chan would never truly mean to forget and ditch her on her birthday. Most of his days would mesh together and he was always busy so she couldn’t really fully blame him. But, she also knew (name) didn’t like her that much. Y/n figured very quickly (name) was that typical girl best friend who had a crush on their guy best friend. Y/n just didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend so she never brought it up to Chan.

     She got pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the door unlock and she knew he was there. She didn’t move from the couch, letting him come to her. Chan locked the door and slid his shoes off and walked into her living room. Y/n just stared at him as she set the takeout on her coffee table. In the back of her head, she thought it was cute he came in with flowers and presents but she was still pissed and she was keeping it up.

     Chan set the flowers and gifts down on the other end of the couch before kneeling down in front of her, putting his arms on either side of her on the cushion. “I’m so sorry baby. I really don’t have any excuse. I should have made sure I had the correct day for your birthday in my phone. I shouldn’t have agreed to go out with her yesterday.”

     “It was her idea to hang out?” Y/n asked

     “Yeah? Why?”

     “Fucking cunt,” Y/n groaned

     “Babe? Talk to me,” Chan grabbed her hips and rubbed small circles into the skin with his thumbs.

     “We don’t get along Chan. As much as I hate to tell you this because she was your friend before we got together, I know she fucking likes you, Chan. If it was her idea then she must’ve fucking known it was my birthday and— fuck I sound like the crazy jealous girlfriend.”

     “Hey, hey. No, you don’t love.” Chan grabbed her face and ran her thumbs under her eyes, catching the tears that threatened to fall, “You saying that made me just realize it. She was very clingy with me yesterday and it did make me uncomfortable. I never meant for any of that to happen yesterday. Will you let me stay here and make it up to you baby?”

     Y/n nodded and watched him let out a breath neither knew he was holding. “You owe me a lot of cuddle and kisses for that shit.” 

     “Gladly,” Chan moved up onto the couch and pulled her into his chest, and kissed all over her face.

LEE KNOW

     Minho immediately jumped into action. He generally thought his girlfriend’s birthday was today. So he saw no harm in going back home, seeing (name), and then going to his parents after. He tossed his phone onto the bed and got dressed. He wasn’t gonna be here all day, he’d told his parents he was just staying the night and then heading to Y/n’s in the morning. He was sticking to the plan, whether she was pissed at him or not.

     He grabbed all his stuff and the gifts he had bought her. Mid-checking to make sure he had everything, all three of his cats decided to demand attention. Minho sighed and sat on the bed and petted Doongi while Soogni and Dori did their own thing in his room. “Wanna go see you’re mom? She won’t beat me up if you guys come.” Minho said.

     Doongi just meowed at him as he got up, grabbing their travel crate. He got it on the bed and opened it, leaving them to go in while he grabbed a few treats, in case they needed coercion, which they did.

     Once he did manage to get the three of them in and close the crate, he made sure he had everything. His mom shoved her birthday gift for Y/n into his arms before he left and got into the car. Minho kept an eye on his messages the whole ride over to her apartment. She probably wouldn’t text him after her last message. No point in messaging her that he was on the way, she wouldn’t let him in. So, he just opted to surprise her.

     Y/n was cleaning up from her and Jisung’s shit talk last night about her boyfriend. She’d passed out last night after he left to head back to the dorms. He texted and complained about his hangover which made up for a little bit of the sour mood. She updated him about the conversation with her boyfriend. 

     She was cleaning up the counter when she heard a knock at her door. She put the rag down and headed over to unlock it. Figuring it was probably one of the guys. And she was right, it just wasn’t the one she wanted to see. Then she saw the cat crate. “I’m only letting you in because I want to see my babies.”

     “I’m not gonna argue it,” Minho said as he walked in.

     He let the cats out in the living room and they immediately took over, having been to Y/n’s apartment before. Soongi went right over to Y/n and laid on her lap. Minho had set down the presents he’d brought over as well and sat on the floor. “I’m sorry kitten. I shouldn’t have blamed you for my mistake. I don’t know why I didn’t hear my phone go off yesterday.”

     “You still forgot my birthday,” Y/n glared at him

     “And I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t forget you’re birthday, no matter what’s going on. That’s on me entirely and I swear on our babies it won’t happen again.”

     Y/n looked at the cat on her lap for a moment. “Cook me dinner tonight and I’ll accept you’re apology.”

     “Deal,” Minho agreed immediately, without a fight

     “Why did you buy me so much by the way?” Y/n motioned the gifts on the table

     “Because I love you and you deserve it. And there’s one from my parents.” Minho moved up to the couch and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

     “I’ll open them later. You have cuddles to make up for being a dickhead.”

     “Come here.” Minho pulled her against him as she held the cat in her arms

CHANGBIN

     Changbin sighed, running his hands through his curls. He usually wasn't a forgetful person, especially with his girlfriend. How the fuck did he manage to forget her birthday and then go out with another female friend. He quite honestly felt awful about it. Now he had to figure out an apology. Food always seemed like a good apology. 

     Y/n didn’t even go back to sleep after she texted her boyfriend. She just lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She knew she couldn’t stay mad at him for long. But she was also a bit pissed that he had said “argument” in his text. He was wrong for forgetting her birthday but it made it sound like he wasn’t wrong for doing so. The word just pissed her off more.

     Y/n got up and did some housework she had been putting off for a few days. Better than laying in bed angry. She tossed the covers off and got to work, putting on her playlist as she worked. It took her mind off of it for a while. Almost an hour later she heard a knock at her door. She figured it was a package she ordered and opened the door. But it was just a food delivery, and she knew she hadn’t ordered food today.

     She picked up the take-out bag and looked at it. It was from her favorite take out spot and the address was hers so someone sent it to her. Only one person came to mind.

     She took the food inside and set it on the counter before texting the boyfriend she was mad at. He must have been waiting for her to text him because he replied immediately.

Y/n: Did you order food to my place?

Gym rat: Yes. It’s part one of my apology for missing you’re birthday.

     She rarely could stay mad at Changbin for long. She mentally sighed and typed out the next text.

Y/n: Come over so we can talk

Gym rat: on my way 

     Y/n ate and finished up her cleaning while she waited. It only took him twenty minutes to get to her apartment and knock on the door. 

     “He has a key, why is he knocking?” Y/n asked herself as she walked towards the door.

     Her question was answered when she opened the door and saw his arms full with a bouquet of flowers and gift bags. His face just said ‘i’m sorry.’ Y/n stepped aside and let him in. Changbin stepped in and set the gifts and flowers down on her coffee table before turning to her. Y/n had followed him into the living room after she locked the door, arms crossed.

     “You wanna argue now?”

     “There’s nothing to argue about,” Changbin sat on the edge of her couch. “It was wrong of me to forget you’re birthday and then go out with (name). I’m so sorry baby. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.”

     “That hurt, you know. Going out with another girl on my birthday.” Y/n walked over to him from where she stood.

     “I know sweetheart. I would never do that on purpose to you. I would never cancel on you for another girl. I love you too much to hurt you like that.” Changbin reach out and pulled her towards him so she stood between his legs. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs, looking up at her, “Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Won’t ever happen again.” He placed a soft kiss on her stomach.

     The little kiss made her smile as she looked down at him and ran her hands through his curls. “Promise?”

     “Swear on my life,” Changbin rested his chin up against her chin.

     “You’re forgiven, love. You owe two days’ worth of cuddles for that.”

     “I’ll give you a month’s worth of cuddles to make up for it.”

     Changbin pulled her down onto his lap and cradled her into his chest and showered her with kisses

HYUNJIN

     Y/n ignored her boyfriend’s last text, not even looking at the device as she threw it onto the couch. She wrapped herself up in her favorite blanket and turned back to the show she was watching. Almost forgetting the conversation with her boyfriend until she heard a few knocks on her door. She’d waddled over to the door and looked through the peephole. She saw her boyfriend on the other side. She’d almost told him off but she knew from the look he was trying not to break down crying.

     She was a weak woman to her emotional ferret of a boyfriend. She took a deep breath and opened the door, blanket hanging around her frame as she met his eyes.

     “I’m so sorry darling,” Hyunjin was sure if she told him to leave now he’d cry the whole way back to the dorms.

     “Come in. Let’s talk,” Y/n let him inside.

     Hyunjin stepped into the familiar apartment and followed her over to the couch. He put the food and coffe on the table and sat on the ground in front of her.

     “(name) knows when my birthday is hyune,” Y/n stated

     “I knew something was off yesterday,” Hyunjin sighed

     “What’s that mean?”

     “She showed up at the dorm, damn near right as I rolled out of bed and asked me to go shopping with her.”

     “Took advantage of you’re sleepiness, huh?”

     “Yeah. Thinking back on it she almost made sure I wasn’t looking at my phone yesterday, and was being super clingy,” Hyunjin’s face scruched up at the thought.

     “Yeah. She likes you hyune. I noticed when I first met her. I didn’t want to seem like the controlling girlfriend so I didn’t say anything,” Y/n explained as she ran her hands through his hair

     “I would never think you’re controlling, love,” Hyunjin moved up to the couch and pulled her into his arms, “I really am sorry about forgetting about you love.’’

     “I forgive you darling, (name) is to blame.”

     “Think I should stop being friends with her.”

     “Do what’s best for you darling. I’ll support you either way.”

     “I love you.”

     “Love you too.”

HAN

     Han practically was running around the dorm getting everything he needed. His friends were a bit concerned but there was no stopping him from getting out the door. He quickly yelled bye and that he was going to his girlfriends to his friends and rushed to the car. The car ride is what he dreaded, time wise he hated it. His leg bounced up and down. He’d just barely managed to text Y/n that he was on his way over after picking up his take out order and was waiting for a reply.

     He felt it buzz in his hand and was a bit disappointed when he saw it was a text from (name) about wanting to hang out again today

Han: can’t. I completely forgot about Y/n’s birthday yesterday. I’m hanging out with her today. (Name): that’s why I asked to hang out with you yesterday ji… you spend a lot of time with her. Forgot about me  Han: you purposely hung out with me on my girlfriends birthday and didn’t think to mention it??? (Name): that would’ve defeated the purpose of us spending time together. Y/n’s kinda a gold-digger Han: are you fucking serious rn?  (Name): no need to cuss Han: I almost had a panic attack this morning when I woke up and relized i ditched my girlfriend on her birthday. Now you’re calling her a gold-digger?? She’s never once asked me for anything financially or tried to get money out of me. (Name): sorry. Didn’t know she was actually more important than me Han: it was her birthday? I’ve spent your birthday with you before, and while I was with Y/n too and she was perfectly fine with it. Why aren’t you? (Name): If you don’t know, figure it out Han: Don’t contact me again (name).

     The only shinning light from that conversation was he was pulling up to Y/n’s apartment building by the time he locked his phone. He grabbed everything he brought with him and thanked the driver has the car came to a stop. Han got out and rushed up to his girlfriends apartment and knocking on the door.

     Y/n got up from the couch and walked to her door as she heard the knock. She opened the door and looked at her boyfriend.

     “I’m so unbelievably sorry baby,” Han started

     “Come in,” Y/n stepped aside and let him inside. He walked into her kitchen and set down the food and gifts as she joined him, “It’s going to take more than food and an ‘im sorry’.” Y/n said

     “Would me telling you that I told (Name) not to contact me anymore help?”

     “Possibly,” He could see the smile on her lips

     “You have to tell me why you guys don’t get along though.”

     “She’s undoubtedly in love with you and i’m pretty sure she’s also one of those girls who wants easy fame.”

     “That explains the gold-digger part.”

     “Did she call me a fucking gold-digger?!”

     “Here.” Jisung handed her his phone and let her read through the conversation. Y/n took the phone and sat on the kitchen counter as she read through the conversation. Han stood inbetween her legs and placed his hands on her thighs.

     “What a fucking bitch.” Y/n said, “And she’s still texting you.”

     “I’m not dealing with her right now.”

     Jisung took his phone and tossed it onto the counter, “I’m really sorry though. I just woke up and she was there.”

     “I just don’t know how you didn’t realize she was in love with you. She’s always trying to practically be on you.”

     “Because i’m absolutely in love with you and want you, twenty-four-seven.”

     “You’re lucky you’re cute,” Y/n cupped his face and pecked his lips 

FELIX

     Felix felt terrible. He doesn’t know how he got his dates mixed up or how he just completely ignored his phone all day. The car ride made him realize that (name) had a tendency to drag him into doing things with her when she knew Felix had plans with Y/n. And he was too nice to say no most of the time. 

     He thanked the driver as he got out of the car to head up to her home. He knocked on the door and waited a few minutes before she opened the door. “Let me apologize flower.”

     No one could stay made and Felix, not even his girlfriend. There was a certain air about him that just made you happy to be around him and kiss his freckled cheeks.

     “Okay,” Y/n let him inside and closed the door behind him. Felix set the container of brownies in her kitchen before he met her in the living. Y/n sat on the couch as he came back in and sat down next to her, arm over the back of the couch behind her.

     “I’m really sorry about not answering you yesterday flower. I know (name) does this a lot.”

     “I can understand it every other time lix. You guys were friends well before I was in the picture. Yeah it hurts sometimes, but—”

      “Hey, no buts. I shouldn’t even be canceling premade plans with you for her. Especially not on you’re birthday. That was fucked up of me.”

     “It was. That hurt a lot.”

     “I know, I need to stop agreeing to hang out with her whenever she wants.” Felix pulled Y/n into her chest adn wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll talk to her later about it.”

     “Yeah, you owe me cuddles and brownies for that bullshit.”

     “I’ll throw some kisses in there too.” Felix chuckled and smothered her face with kisses

SEUNGMIN

     If Seungmin was one thing, he was persistent. So it didn’t surprise Y/n one bit that after she had told him to go home that he proceeded to knock on the door for two minutes straight. Y/n got fed up with the noise and opened the door and glared at him.

     “Go home,” Y/n told him, closing the door.

     At least tried to. Seungmin stopped it with his foot. Y/n opened the door and glared at him again. Trying not to look at the food and flowers—both her favorites— otherwise she’d break too fast.

     “Please bub. Let’s talk about it. Do you really think I would forget your birthday on purpose?”

     “Get in. I don’t wanna make a scene for the neighbors.”

     Seungmin stepped inside and turned back, “I’m really sorry bubs.”

     “That’s not gonna take back the fact you forgot my birthday and went out with a girl who clearly doesn’t like me.”

     Y/n felt the water hanging heavy on her tear line as she walked into the living room. She hadn’t liked seungmin’s friend in question since she had met her. Y/n tried being civil since (name) was there before her, but the side eye (name) gave her once seungmin wasn’t looking told her everything. They weren’t going to get along. And it frustrated her immensely.

     “Hey bubs,” Seungmin followed her into the living room as she plopped down on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and hugged it close to her chest. He set down the flowers and food container and kneeled down in front of her, “Talk to me. Did (name) say or do something?”

     “Would it matter?”

     “Yes. You're the girl I'm dating, not (name). Bubs,” he grabbed hold of her face and wiped the tears away

     “I don’t want to cause issues between you guys though. You were friends before we met. I don’t want to be that girlfriend.”

     “Bubs, I’m well aware (name) has a thing for me. I’ve told her before it’s not ever happening. I thought it was over and done with,” Seungmin explained

     “When?” 

     “A month after we started dating.”

     “Yeah, she heavily side-eyes me whenever i’m around her. Never said anything, I just know she doesn’t like me.”

     “Well, she can deal with it. I’m not playing this game with her anymore. I’d rather keep you than her.”

     “Why?”

     “Because you make me so extremely happy that sometimes I don’t know what to do. And I’m so sorry I let her drag me out with her. I really am bubby. I love you,” Seungmin leaned up and kissed her forehead. He never said those words often. Y/n smiled and pulled him up to the couch, replacing the pillow with him and cuddling up to him as he chuckled at her, nonetheless wrapping his arms around her.

     “I love you too pup.”

I.N

Y/n barely spared a glance at her boyfriend when she opened the door. She grabbed the food from his outstretched hands and walked back to her kitchen. Jeongin followed inside, locking the apartment door behind him.

He followed her to the kitchen, she was grabbing out a fork for the food as he walked in.

“I didn't mean to ditch you yesterday bun. She showed up at the dorm and dragged me out yesterday. I feel really bad,” Jeongin pulled her on for a hug and nuzzled his head into her neck

“I can't be mad at you when acting all cute and shit when you hug me,” Y/n sighed and hugged him back.

“It's part of my charm.”

Y/n laughed at him as he looked up and kissed her cheek, “Eat your breakfast.”

Y/n are the food he brought, occasionally feeding some to him as well.

“Oh, I told (name) not to talk to me anymore by the way. She didn't take it well,” Jeongin told her as they finished the food

“Why?” Y/n asked as she cleaned up

“She was acting like it was a date yesterday, trying to hang off my side. It just wasn't comfortable for me.”

“She was your best friend and didn't know you hate physical touch?”

“Most. I don't mind you touching me bun,” the maknae pulled her into him and kissed her lips

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[yellowharrington]

all i really want (is you) -- carmy berzatto x reader

pairing + fandom: carmen "carmy" berzatto x reader, the bear fx

word count: 3k

warnings: smut! 18+, minors pls dni. afab!reader with pullable hair, no use of y/n. light daddy kink and dom/sub undertones. spanking, exhibitionism, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected piv + creampie, reader and carmy both drink alcohol. please let me know if i missed anything :)

a/n: this is depraved. thanks @wtfsteveharrington for reigniting my need to write about carmy lmao. title is from "all i really want is you" by the marias. please leave comments or reblogs if you liked it <3

divider by @cafekitsune

summary: carmy secretly books a lake-front hotel room in chicago for your anniversary.

Carmy would be the first to admit he’s not very good at being romantic.

He forgets, lets things slip through the cracks, time and time again. He makes up for it, and you understand of course, but he’s working on it.

When your anniversary is approaching, he knows he has to make a plan. Busy with the restaurant, the menu, the money - all of it was overwhelming, but your not-so-subtle reminder of the date gave him the idea.

“So…” you had joined him in your shared kitchen, hand brushing through his curls as he slaved over a pan sauce he’d been perfecting.

“Yes?” He wasn’t annoyed - never annoyed, by you - but in the thralls of cooking, nonetheless.

“It’s our anniversary next weekend and I was thinking we’d try out that new restaurant you were talking about. You know… the one that’s suuuuuper hard to get a reservation at?” You smiled coyly as he held out the spoon with the hot liquid on it, wordlessly asking you for a taste-test. 

“Sounds good,” he had remarked, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and returning to the task at hand. “I’ll make a call.”

“Thank you, Carm,” you let your hands roam his clothed back as you feel the sauce between your lips and on your tongue. “That’s delicious.”

He hummed in response, as your hands drifted down to his sides and played at the hem of his t-shirt. “After our anniversary dinner I have a little… present for you.”

Before he could respond, you had slipped away to the bedroom, only flashing him a smirk before closing the door.

The weekend of your anniversary had approached quickly, and Carmy had actually managed to get everything in place. The reservation for dinner was set, his gift burning a hole in his pocket, and thoughts of what your gift to him may entail swirling around in his head. 

You walked out of your shared bedroom, adorning a black dress that hugged your body perfectly. Jewelry to match - done up just right, effortlessly perfect for the occasion. His hand came up to his mouth as he took you in, thanking whatever God above that brought you to him.

“Too much?” You asked, toying with your hair in the mirror and correcting the edge of your lipstick. 

“No,” Carmy answered, coming up behind you in the mirror and admiring your form. “Perfect.”

You felt yourself blush as he took your hand and held it to his lips, kissing your knuckles and pulling you into him. “Ready?” 

~

Dinner came and passed, shared glasses of wine between the two of you as you reminisced about past times together. Carmy had always been shy, but easy to talk to, especially when he had some time to open up. You gave him space to do that - he’d never felt more comfortable with anybody before, somebody he trusted with everything. You listened, told him what he needed to hear when he needed to hear it, and kept him in check all while supporting him from the sidelines and meshing perfectly into his insane life. He was eternally grateful for finding you.

He slides a small box across the table at dinner, and when you open it up, you gasp at what’s inside. A dainty necklace, a glossy “C” hanging on the end of it, where it would sit against your chest. 

You let his deft fingers close the tiny clasp behind your neck, the pendant hanging perfectly, glimmering in the amber candlelight of the restaurant. “You’re gonna make me cry,” you laugh through a watery smile, Carmy’s hand crossing the table to slide into yours. Warm skin against warm skin, you smile at his small display of affection, tilting your glass towards him as he clinked it with yours. 

You notice something might be up when you get back into his car, and he doesn’t take the turn off back to your shared apartment. Instead, he veers off into another lane, holding onto your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze for encouragement. 

You’re down by the water now, making a confused expression at your surroundings. City lights around you, the bustling of other people on dates or nights out, as Carmy pulls into the parking lot of a hotel. 

“What are we doing here?” You look at the people stepping into the hotel lobby, some dressed in clothing that was probably more than your rent. He wordlessly turns off his car and exits through the driver’s side, saying something to the valet before grabbing a bag out of the back seat and rounding back to your side. He opens the door for you and takes your hand, before leading you through the doors and into the grand front lobby.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling above as he took your hand and lead you to the front desk, a confused scowl still across your features. The person at the front desk waved you two over, typing something into the computer. “Good evening. Checking in?”

Carmy nods, handing over his ID and credit card before smiling down at you.

“We’re checking in?”

“Happy Anniversary.”

You have to make sure your mouth isn’t hanging open, as Carmy’s coy smile plays along his lips. 

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” you whisper to him, feeling heat spread across your cheeks as you take in your surroundings. Your hand slips into his as you press your cheek to his jacketed shoulder. “Let me show you to your room.”

An elevator ride to the top floor has you antsy, as the attendant opens the door for you to your room. She reveals a lake-front room, with views of the harbour, twinkling lights in the distance reflecting onto the massive floor-to-ceiling window. “Is it to your liking, Mr. and Mrs. Berzatto?”

A blush runs up your cheeks as the insinuation. Carmy didn’t correct her, just slipped her a tip and assured her the room was perfect. The door clicked politely behind you as you stepped into the room and kicked off your shoes. You turned around to meet Carmy’s eyes as his expression softened, your hands coming up to cup his face.

“I can’t believe you did this.” You’re breathless, still taking in this grand gesture he’d somehow planned completely behind your back.

“You deserve it,” he said simply, tongue darting between his lips as a strong hand came to overlap yours. 

~

The sun had gone down now, navy sky further illuminating the lights below. Rain slacked against the window, simultaneously hard and soft, the glow of the bedside lamps casting shadows on the walls as you got yourself settled. Carmy had abandoned his jacket and tie, leaving him in a crisp white button-up shirt and black slacks. He was laid back on the bed, one hand behind his head, taking some time to relax.

You dipped into the bathroom, smoothing out your hair and checking your makeup in the mirror. You undid the back of your dress and let it slip down your body into a pool on the tile, revealing the gift you’d picked out for Carmy. A black lace set - cupping your breasts perfectly. Lace panties to match, connected to stockings that came high up on your thighs. 

You stepped out, stocking-clad feet soft against the carpet. Carmy immediately notices, eyes blown wide as he sits up to take you in. 

“Thought you might want your gift now,” you sauntered towards him and met him at the end of the bed, his thighs spread for you to fit between them. His hands immediately came up to touch - to confirm you were real, mostly - because his brain was telling him you weren’t.

You looked down at him, cupping his chin with your hand and the other coming down to his shoulder. Pushing down on him gently, his back hit the mattress, wild eyes not moving off of you for even a second. 

You move to straddle his lap, fingers coming down to start unfurling the buttons on his shirt, revealing the soft skin of his chest. Carmy’s rough, calloused fingertips pressed into the plush skin of your hips, eyes wanting to flutter closed but being too entranced by the sight before him to look away. 

His fiery eyes fell to the swell of your breasts, hands coming up to press and squeeze at the skin there, thumbs ghosting over your hard nipples. You felt your back arch, pressing against his palms, wanting more, as much of him as you could get. 

Carmy’s hands slid down your body to find your clothed core, eliciting a small moan from your lips. You rutted into his hand slightly, feeling his skilful fingers start to work at you over the lace.

You weren’t expecting to give him the upper hand, but it was hard not to submit to his touch - wholly his, looking down at him but still feeling as though he had all the power.

He was sitting up now, pushing your panties to the side and feeling the slick between your folds, maintaining eye contact with you through it all. “Carm,” you panted, strained, embarrassed to be coming apart for him already.

As if he knew, he pulled away, wordlessly bringing his fingers up to your lips. You wrapped your mouth around them, letting your tongue dart between the digits as he wet them with your spit.

“Pretty girl,” he muttered, only loud enough for you to hear, earnest eyes looking up at you, fuzzy around the edges with lust. “My pretty slut, aren’t you?”

“Just for you,” you replied, a smirk on the corner of your lip as he swiftly grabbed your hips and flipped you to have your back on the soft hotel comforter.

He stood before you, giving you a chance to unbutton the rest of his shirt and undo his dress pants, his hand now cradling your chin. You pushed his slacks to the floor, rubbing his thick cock over the fabric of his black boxers. His hand came down to pet your hair, taking a fistful of it at the nape and pulling it back to reveal your shiny lips and eager eyes to him. The pendant he purchased for you glinted in the light.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

His firm hand on the back of your neck was enough to make your cunt weep, even without his touch. “Please, I need your cock. Please.”

“Good girl. Sit up, all fours.”

You quickly found yourself on your knees on the soft bed, as he let his cock free. He pumped it a few times, angling your mouth with his grip to allow it to drop open. He pressed forward, slipping in between your wet lips and eliciting a carnal groan from his throat. You let yourself submit to his face-fucking, using your mouth to get himself off, leaking tip pressing against the back of your throat. You gagged around him, throat constricting, which only emboldened him to continue. Spit escaped the corners of your lips as you took him in, swallowing him down, all while looking up and batting your long lashes at him. 

“Taking it so good,” he remarked, with a particularly long thrust into your throat. Leaning forward, his broad hand found a fistful of your ass, squeezing it before planting a firm spank. A yelp escaped your lips, as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the force of him in your throat.  

He pulled you off, cock bobbing between his legs before he smeared the spit that had collected all over your plush lips. “So fucking good for me, baby.”

You smiled triumphantly as he leaned down to kiss you sloppily, mixing your spit with his and taking the time to undo your bra and throw it to the ground. 

You didn’t even mind when he pushed you back onto the bed, pulling the stockings and panties off to meet your bra on the floor, surely ripping them. His hands pushed your thighs apart, wet pussy on full display as he dove right in, not giving you even a second to catch your breath.

“Fu-uck,” your voice was hoarse and jagged, his warm tongue feeling like it was everywhere. You squirmed beneath his strong squeeze, forcing your back off the mattress as he licked a broad stripe up your centre and flashed his eyes up at you.

Your eyes were trained on his movements, knowing better than to close them. Your hand came down to his sandy curls, feeling your breath quicken as he suckled on your clit, moving his jaw in such a way that was sending an electrifying pulse up your spine.

He moved one hand from your thigh to circle your entrance with his middle finger, enjoying the way you shuddered at the feeling. “Please,” you begged, watching as he detached his tongue from your clit to simply play with your hole. “Please, I need you inside of me.”

His lips pursed as he waited for you to understand why he wasn’t proceeding. A knowing glance, a sob from you as he teased you. “Are you talking to me? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me with your fingers.”

“That’s better.” He plunged into you, thick finger curling inside as you let out a choked sob, your cunt pulsing around him as he moved in and out. His lips attached to your clit once again, sucking and grinding his tongue into you, other hand coming up along your stomach to grab your tit and pinch your nipple.

You rasped his name, throat raw from his previous fucking, letting it pour out of your lips over and over. He lapped at you - feeling every quiver from your pussy and shake of your legs as he continued at a bruising pace, not letting up no matter how much you squirmed beneath him. Still pushing you into the mattress, his own cock rutting against the sheets and growing harder every second that his mouth is on you.

A white-hot feeling spread across the back of your thighs, back arched as you tugged on his hair and met his gaze. He rode out your high with you, letting you gush around his fingers and feeling waves of pleasure rise and fall as your breath steadied. Your chest heaving, sticky with sweat, mascara smeared at the edges as you laid back, feeling Carmy’s fingers pull out and his mouth detach from you.

He found himself between your thighs once more, rock-hard cock sliding between your slick folds to tease your overly sensitive clit. He kissed you, a hunger within him, arms coming up under you to hold you as close as possible. Bare skin against bare skin, his mouth sucking in your bottom lip and biting down slightly, eliciting a smile from you and a depraved moan from your lips.

You reached down between your two bodies and slipped his cock into your ready pussy, swallowing him inside of you and hearing his gasp against your lips at the friction. A shameless grunt as his hips drove into you relentlessly, his curls falling into your face as your head tipped back, letting his mouth attach to the side of your throat and suck a bruise into the soft skin beneath your ear. Your hands found the strong muscles of his back, digging them into his skin and finding your legs wrapping around his middle.

An assaulting pace, languidly in and out of you as you met his eyes, pure lust and fire behind them. You could see the idea flash across his eyes.

He pulled out of you gingerly, as you winced at the loss of contact. He pulled you up with him, towards the windows of the hotel room.

He lightly pushed you against the cold glass, earning a sinful moan from your lips as he took your hands hostage behind your back. The rain still pelted down outside, a symphony against your hard and fast breath.

“Why don’t you show all those people how you like to get fucked, huh? Show them what a slut you are?”

A devilish smile on your lips was met with your cheek against the glass, a broad palm on the opposite side of your face, as his cock slid back into your pussy with ease. Your ass was pushed out for him to land a firm slap on it once again, picking up his pace. His hand came around to push your legs apart, playing with your clit and drawing you close once again, as he released your hands to leave prints on the glass.

“Fill me up, please daddy,” you moaned, letting your head fall slack. “I want you to cum so fucking deep inside of me, fuck,” — another spank, paired with jagged thrusts as Carmy got closer to finishing — “fuck me like you own me, baby.”

“I do own you,” he growled, forehead pressed against your shoulder blades as he felt your pussy clench around him. “Cum baby, cum with all those people fucking watching you.” 

“You own me Carmen, I’m yours.” you chanted, turning around to meet his eyes. You watched his eyes glaze over and jaw hang open as his thrusts slowed, making a mess of your pussy as he came deep inside of you.

Your second orgasm followed soon after, cock twitching inside of you as you clenched around him. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder as you stepped away from the glass, legs unstable as a furious warmth came up over your cheeks.

After getting cleaned up together in the bathroom, he flicked off the light as you turned towards the window. His body pressed up against yours, arm secured around your waist as he peppered kisses along your neck and shoulders, musing about how beautiful you are.

“Best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered, another kiss to the outer shell of your ear that made a shiver go up your spine. “I love you more than anything.”

You curled into him and listened to the relaxing rain, his steadying breath and strong arm lulling you safely to sleep.

[steddieas-shegoes]

the fifth night

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'hanukkah' (my family is non-practicing, but my great grandfather saltzman very much tried to keep us involved and the dreidel game with chocolate gelt was his way of teaching us something) rated: t wc: 736 tags: non-practicing Jewish Eddie, getting together, first kiss, flirting through the use of chocolate

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Steve hadn't spoken to Miriam in almost ten years, not since his parents had let her go with the excuse that he was old enough to take care of his own needs at the age of 10.

She'd left him her number to call if he needed anything, but as most children do, he lost the piece of paper it was on.

Every year, on the fifth night of Hanukkah, he thought of her and her family, how they'd always made sure he was a part of their celebrations, even if he didn't understand most of them.

"What're you making?" Eddie asked as he walked into the kitchen, hands full of notebooks and folders for Hellfire.

"Latkes. Do you think everyone will want applesauce or sour cream?" Steve said over his shoulder, focused on making sure none of them overcooked. "Maybe I should just get both out. Gareth will probably want ketchup. Dustin, too."

He was met with silence, which was fine, he was used to Eddie distracting himself from conversations before he even got the answer to his original question. It was something he kind of lo-

"You're making latkes."

Steve turned at the tone in his voice, serious, but with the hint of a smile.

Sure enough, Eddie had a small smile on his face.

"Have you had latkes?" Steve asked.

Eddie set his things down on the counter and froze, noticing the mesh bag of chocolate gold coins sitting there.

"Are these for a dreidel game?" Eddie looked up at him.

"I don't have a dreidel anymore, but I figured since it's the fifth night, I could give one to everyone," Steve shrugged.

"I didn't know you celebrated Hanukkah."

"I mean, I don't. Not for religious purposes. But my nanny when I was young taught me about it and always brought her kids over on the fifth night to play," Steve watched as Eddie opened the bag and pulled out a coin. "Have you played?"

"My mom's family celebrated. I didn't really get a chance to do much, but when I was little, she always snuck me extra chocolate coins while the older kids argued about who won or whatever," Eddie smiled sadly. "Wayne tried to teach me, but I was kind of a brat when I first started living with him so I never learned."

Steve walked over to him, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing reassuringly.

"Never too late to learn. Maybe I can find one tomorrow?"

Eddie's eyes widened.

"Wait, did you say Miriam? Miriam Saltzman?" Eddie stood up straight.

"Um, yeah I think so. Why?"

"My aunt Miriam used to be a nanny!"

Steve's eyes widened.

"My Miriam? She's your aunt?"

Eddie nodded. "Must be." He paused, then tilted his head at Steve. "You're the Steve she always said she wished she could take home with her. She loved you."

Steve felt his face heat up in a blush, and that was before Eddie's hands cupped his cheeks.

"You must've been cute if she loved you so much. She barely liked most of the kids in the family," Eddie smirked. "You're pretty cute now."

Steve's lips parted in shock at Eddie's words.

"Cannot believe you're making latkes for us tonight. And giving us gelt? I knew I loved you for a reason," Eddie continued.

For a brief moment, Steve realized that the latkes in the oil would be burnt by the time he got back to them, but it passed quickly when he saw Eddie's eyes dart down to his lips and back up to his eyes.

"Might even give you two coins if you kiss me," Steve whispered.

"Sounds like a deal to me," Eddie smirked as he leaned in to brush their lips together in one of the softest kisses Steve's ever had.

When they pulled apart, Steve ran back to the stove while Eddie watched him, distracted from setting up the table for D&D.

"So, sour cream or applesauce?" Steve asked.

"Oh, I like both," Eddie responded.

Steve turned back to him, disgusted.

"Not together, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course together."

"No more kissing. I take that one back. You're gross," Steve sighed. "Knew it was too good to be true."

"And they say I'm the dramatic one," Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, planting a kiss on Steve's cheek before gathering his things and leaving to set up the table.

[galebrainrot2024]

Gale x Tav Enemies to Lovers Part 12

Oh boy, I am excited about this one. Enjoy it folks. Gale's point of view.

As Gale handed Tav the variety of spices, her expression suggested she was presented with something vile and putrid. Gale couldn’t suppress the chuckle that bubbled from his lips and when she shot him a withering glance, he blushed sheepishly, his lips turning into a lopsided grin. “Sorry - it’s just - if you could have seen your face… you would have thought I was handing you lumps of Myconid flesh to cook.” Gale gazed down at Tav, his chest tightening as she studied each of the bottles carefully. It was endearing, how her eyes narrowed and brow furrowed in confusion, trying to deduce what was in each glass.  

Gale bit the inside of his lip and sat beside her, resting his fingers over hers on the jar she was holding. He wanted - needed - to chase the rush that clouded his judgement anytime their skin made contact. He had forgotten what it felt like, to touch mortal skin in this way… where there is an undercurrent of things unspoken, where the fabric of one’s DNA shakes with anticipation. It was electric, intoxicating and it was a sensation he had forgotten. One benefit of being mortal, he supposed. 

“This is thyme,” he said, fingering the plant and relishing in the warmth of her finger against his. He felt redness flower across his face, betraying his desire despite the innocent topic. “It can be peppery and sweet…” Gale frowned and laughed, pulling his hand back to brush his thumb across his lip. “I’m not sure I’ve ever tried to describe its flavor before. It’s more difficult than I anticipated.” 

“Gale admitting a flaw?” Tav said, clutching her chest in mock astonishment. “Mark it in the books.” Was she teasing him? After she had been yelling at him moments ago? Gale shook his head from the whiplash although he found it exciting, curious. Like the unsolvable puzzles that stumped many of their classmates, Gale needed to understand her. He realized despite all their time together, both in youth and at present, he hardly knew anything about her at all. 

Gale pursed his lips and felt the desire stir. It provoked him, a budding irritation meshing with something more. Despite his endeavors, the feeling would not be ignored. His brows rose and he let out a low, deliberate laugh and made a light ‘tut’ sound. “It doesn’t happen often, so don’t get too confident alright? You don’t even know what thyme is.” Gale felt his mouth go dry when he saw the red that streaked Tav’s face after he spoke, how she looked up beneath full lashes, her eyes set on his. 

My gods.  

Perhaps it was the way the fire danced across her skin and hair, or the way she held the glass like it was drow poison. Perhaps it was her sudden vulnerability, or ineptitude with this basic survival skill. Gale’s mind went off on a tangent, bewildered: Seriously, how could she not know how to cook? Anything? Not even an egg? Not a piece of toast? Truly, nothing? With that clever mind of hers? How did she take care of herself? She must have been living off something... she didn’t even try to learn? That can’t possibly be.. I must have learned how to cook my first meal when I was eight, at least… did she try to use the weave, I mean I just… 

But the thoughts were simply a distraction from how he felt unsteadied. As if he was asked to stand on one foot and someone pushed him over. It was a surreal experience and felt outside of his body, his face moving towards hers as if by magnetic force. The way her breath hitched as Gale began to lean brought him back to the present and he paused. 

He inhaled steadily, his lips parting and pulled his head back from her. “Well…” Gale cleared his throat though his voice was thick with arousal, “it goes well with lemon, rosemary, and it can take a chicken and make it fresh, vibrant even. Erm…” he sighed, the air thick between them and felt almost as if it would materialize as a solid wall. 

“Am I interrupting?” Astarion’s caustic voice cut their tension and Tav scooted away from Gale, her eyes flashing to Astarion and then back to Gale. Her brows furrowed softly and her eyes hinted at a deep, unaddressed sadness. Gale felt his heart reach out for hers, begging her to stay with him. 

But she wouldn’t. Of course she wouldn’t - he’d given her no reason to. 

So when Tav spoke it took him entirely by surprise. “I’m not sure - Gale?” When Tav’s eyes locked with his he felt his stomach implode on itself and he nearly lunged for her lips. He shook his head a little and for the first time in a long while was at a loss for words. 

“Ugh,” Astarion said, breaking Gale’s trance. Astarion’s arms waved in front of Gale’s face, as if to test if he were awake. “Hello? Is there a Gale in there I can speak to? Or has the orb fed on that brilliant mind of yours too?” 

Gale’s face darkened and his nostrils flared. “I’m fine, thank you for your concern. How generous of you.” 

“Pah!” Astarion’s eyebrows shot up and his mouth hung wide open, a slight smirk on his lips. Gale read the hunter’s gaze in Astarion’s eyes as he walked slowly towards them, one arm hooked across his chest to support the other. He was looking at his nails. “You know, your personality doesn’t do a lot for you, Gale.” Astarion looked down at Gale from his nails, his lips downturned. “I’m surprised a Goddess picked you as a chosen, let alone a lover. You’re as dull as your food is.” 

“Hm.” Gale stood, his fingers curling into his palms, his nails biting into the soft flesh. He cupped two fingers around his lips, the other on his hip and took a step towards Astarion, a smug grin playing at the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward, “Thank you for your feedback. I shall be informing our companions that tonight, you are the chef and if they have any complaints they can take it up with you.” 

Gale shot his eyes to Tav who looked mortified, ashamed, and pleading. Gale shook his head almost imperceptibly and headed towards Karlach’s tent. 

**

“The fucking nerve of him…” Gale was shouting, his hands flaying as he paced through the tall grass, arguing with the invisible Astarion. It was late and Gale had dragged Karlach out to seek her counsel. Rather, to rant. As Gale paced wildly, Karlach watched in abject horror and simultaneous glee. Gale knew she was probably getting a kick out of this and would likely try to provoke him further. 

“Okay, grandpa, settle down,” she said affectionately but Gale turned and frowned dramatically, pointing a finger. I knew it, he thought. 

“This is no time for joking.” 

“Actually this is the perfect time for joking.” Gale huffed and Karlach responded with a chuckle. “You need to cool down and I’m just trying to dump some water on those fires there, metaphorically speaking.” She laughed again at her own joke though her voice was kind, “Morbid, but true.” 

Gale’s anger was no match for Karlach’s infectious energy. It was difficult to be angry when Karlach was as she was. So earnest and exuding with life. Happy to be alive, and grateful for it, unbothered by what had yet to come. She was not trapped in the endless loop of nostalgia, of what could have been - she lived fully and unapologetically in the present. It was a trap Gale needed desperately. She also shared an intimate understanding with what it meant to be faced with the possibility of death before the tadpoles. Gale couldn’t remember the last time he had a friend like Karlach. 

For the matter, he couldn’t recall the last time he had a human friend. 

Apart from Elminster, but he hardly counted. The realization struck Gale with a profound sadness and he shuddered involuntarily. “Oh.” 

Karlach gave a small head-shake in bewilderment from Gale’s abrupt change in demeanor. “You and her are cut from the same cloth, I’ll tell you that much.”

Gale frowned, crossing his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Oh my gods…” Karlach laughed harder now, exasperated and tapped a finger against her skull. “What is it about Wizard’s mate? Always needing to tell them the proper answer? Open your eyes, Gale. Not a few hours earlier Tav was crying over that ring I gave you and then maybe an hour later was chatting you up, flirting, laughing at the fireside.” 

“She was not flirting.” Gale shot, insistent, and looked down. That couldn’t be true. It was all in Gale’s head, the energy, the sensations - it was because he’d been deprived of human contact for so long, and she evoked such a visceral response in him. He had loved her before he even knew what love felt like. He then returned his gaze, almost hopefully to Karlach. “Was she?” 

Karlach sighed dramatically and closed her eyes, sighing and ran her hands over her face. “I can’t do this with you mate, I’m tired and I’m going to sleep.” She turned to head back, “I’ve already spelt it out for you, since apparently you are incredibly smart and, I say this with love, incredibly stupid at the same time. Open your eyes, or don’t, but don’t say I didn’t try to tell you. Don’t let jealousy or insecuirty get in your way of a meaningful connection. If you could see what I do… you wouldn’t be asking me these questions. I'd do anything to touch someone again - and you have the possibility of that, and more besides. Don't waste that.” 

[gabzlovesu]

"𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘"

╰ ft. thoma

a/n: i was thinking about thoma's voiceline about running on the ice and somehow came up with this...

warnings: fem!reader, soft smut w/ feelings, friends → fwb → lovers pipeline goes crazy, thoma is a simp idc.

word count: 600 words

☆ PLZ READ MY RULES/BYF BEFORE INTERACTING ! MDNI ! ☆

It was just a harmless date — a trip to the ice skating rink with your friends. You welcomed the idea of falling face-first on the ice before ever catching feelings.

But how could you ignore those green eyes, connecting with yours across the rink? How could you ignore his warm hands that kept you steady while learning to skate? The answer was that you couldn’t. Not when he placed his scarf around your neck, hands lingering far longer than they should as his gaze dipped to your lips. A glance that lasted for only a fraction of a second yet managed to set your entire body on fire.

Things with Thoma were easy: harmless flirting and teasing but an understanding that you were nothing more than friends. Now, after your lips mesh with his, things would get complicated. They always do.

If complicated relationships brought pure bliss and plenty of orgasms then maybe it wasn’t all that bad, and from the look on Thoma’s face it looked like he agreed. His brows are scrunched together in concentration as he snaps his hips, each one being harder than the last, but those green eyes said it all: you were his. And the dog tag jiggling between your breasts proved it. 

Everything happened so fast. One minute you were laughing and having fun at the rink, and the next the two of you are secretly fucking in the guest room of the Kamisato residence. Oh god, if Ayaka and Ayato heard you…

“Look at me.” A silent but demanding request. You only screwed your eyes tighter and turned away in response. This entire time you’ve been scared to look him in the eye too long because you knew things were different now and couldn’t accept that. You hoped a quick fuck would get rid of the silly feelings that had developed over the last few months. 

A hand gently grabs your chin, forcing your gaze upon him as soon as you peeked out from under your wispy lashes. And his hips stop, leaving him fully sheathed inside of you and earning a small whine of protest at the lack of movement. 

“I can’t be friends with you, Y/N. It’s impossible because I love you too much.”

The guilt sinks in. It’s a cold feeling that puts out the fire that was growing in your core. “Thoma… I can’t be more than —

“Then use me. For sex, comfort, anything. It doesn’t matter, I just want to be the one making you happy.” His head rests against yours, and those beautiful green eyes are half hidden by his lids as he pleads, “Please, Y/N.” As if to convince you of him being worthy, he returns to gently rocking his hips, letting himself go even deeper into your warmth.

You were going to pretend that none of this happened tonight, but that wasn’t what you truly wanted. So there was only one thing to say. You trace the outline of his jaw before cupping his face and saying, “Okay.”

His eyes slightly widen with shock and his rhythm is thrown off as he processes what you said. The expression is quickly replaced with a lopsided grin as he says, “Okay.” He wasted no time pressing a kiss to your plump lips, physically sealing the deal.

It might’ve been a decision you made high off of dopamine but it was the best fucking decision you’ve ever made. Not because of the orgasms he gave you that night, but because it was so liberating to just accept your feelings and let Thoma love you.

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[scoundrels-in-love]

"we’re roommates and you drunkenly passed out in my bed; move over I’m coming in" bed sharing thingy uhhhhh stryfewood or mashwood. will send vashmeryl one shortly

Hi hello my love, sorry for taking honestly forever to write this, but you know why.

Here's a little something as first part of Love like moon phases, from an unexpected Meryl POV and it also sets up the situation a little bit. :)

| Mashwood | Cohabitation | Bed sharing | AO3 |

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It's a bad idea, her coworkers had said. She hadn't really meant to tell them that her two best friends are moving in her recently inherited house - Milly's enthusiasm for the idea and loud planning had exposed them to the fact. The tall brunette had been the only one excited, the rest insisted it would be weird to share the space with them and surely a way to ruin a friendship. Few had insinuations that Meryl didn't care for - even if there was something between the three of them, it was nothing for strangers to leer at like it was their free adult movie fantasy playing out on edge of their perception. 

Meryl hadn't budged on her decision, having turned the concept around in her head until it was smoothed like a pebble by the sea, long before she even floated it by the two men. 

Frankly, it had meant to be just a coincidence of circumstances, a temporary thing - Livio was moving out of his and Wolfwood's place to pursue his dreams and their lease was up with pending rent raise while Vash needed a place closer to his new job and also to escape the rent increase. And she… She had come in possession of a house far too large for one person, with rooms that sat quiet, dappled in sunlight of sporadic memories.

Between selling the place and offering her closest friends solutions to their problems, she'd chosen the latter. Even if Meryl's had had to convince the men it was actually not a bother. They'd been strangely resistant, despite often staying over a couple days at a time already. Nervous almost.

Thinking about that and her colleague's unsolicited opinions, it had sowed some worries - what if it did ruin their odd, wonderful friendship that had felt home in times when she had not had one? 

Now, a year later, she could tell every doubter they are full of shit and nothing else. And no one's brought up moving out even once.

Not that it was always easy; all of them came with their own quirks and habits that did not always mesh perfectly. Wolfwood would get worked up when they made a mess in a hurry or drank the milk and didn't bring new one back in the evening - worse yet if they put the almost empty carton back in. She'd get frustrated when they couldn't be quiet on weekend mornings when she wanted to sleep in and, sometimes, just because she wasn't used to sharing her space with anyone. Vash threw most pout-clad complaint fests of them all, but they carried the least weight and he'd be easily appeased.

Living so close also highlighted the cryptic habits of her housemates, the way Wolfwood would disappear for at least a night each month and she wasn't buying his excuse of wild night drinking for a second. The way electronics and plants and even animals behaved oddly around Vash, which she had written off as a one-off thing or tricks of the light and eye, before. Meryl was not a fool and they knew it, so she wished they would trust her with all the numbers in these equations, but she also understood why they had not yet, why they had had their hang ups over sharing the living space in the first place.

In the end, all of it felt inconsequential to the way their cohabitation actually is. Which was - home cooked meals shared around a table as they laugh and tease each other, or prepared and set aside to be heated up when one of them would come back too late, mornings with coffee waiting for her and them gathering to look over the to do lists that she dutifully maintained for the household and them individually, weekly movie nights if their schedules allowed where they piled together on a couch that is almost too small but no one really wanted more space, and so much more - like the impromptu karaoke and gaming nights, such as this one.

It's too much thoughts, really, for someone with so much alcohol, even if it's mostly beer, in their system,  so most of it manifests in this giddy, bubbly feeling in her chest, a truth-thought of I am so glad to have them (here), as she washes her hands and splashes her face with some water in the bathroom before making her way back to her room. 

She pauses in the doorway, huffing at the sight before her. The console is still on, playing the menu music, but the controllers are forgotten on the floor, among packets of snacks in varied states of empty that have been kicked off the bed to make space for the two bodies stretched out on it. It looks like Wolfwood went down first and then Vash laid down to watch him quietly, fondly as she's caught him to do often, before the tipsy drowsiness caught him as well.

There's an ache in her chest, but the good kind, she thinks. Like she's so happy, so content she doesn't know how to process it otherwise than this bubble expanding in her chest to point it presses into her organs, demanding more space. And maybe edged with just a touch of what ifs and all the scary, beautiful things they contain. Because these last few months, it feels like they're all starting to come closer to some kind of precipe, some kind of wanting, or realization it has been there the whole time.

Maybe the change is inevitable indeed, but they will be happier for it. She really wants to believe that. 

Meryl turns off the console and pads over to the bed - larger than needed for a single person because she likes to be comfortable and tosses around in her sleep, but nonetheless almost entirely taken up by her friends - and assesses the best angle from which to climb in. In the end, she unceremoniously clambers over Wolfwood's legs and settles on her knees in the middle, receiving only muted noise of complaint from the man as she shifts his limbs out of her way.

It's one of the reasons why she won't even bother trying to get them both awake and back to their respective beds. Too much effort for little result. Nicholas sleeps like the dead when he is like this and it feels unfair to shake him violently out of it. He looks so at peace right now, face smoothing out again, even the little wrinkle between his brows. Her fingers ache to brush an unruly strand out of his face, run down his cheek and jaw. Feel the stubble when she isn't just playfully pushing his face away as he's teasing her over something or other.

Vash shifts in his sleep and pulls her attention to him. He is laying on his right side, facing them both and his left arm is restless, trying to find a better position. But there isn't one good enough to relieve the pressure of the prosthetic where it connects and Meryl frowns with concern, before shuffling closer and gently shaking Vash by the shoulder.

He makes the soft little noise that goes straight to her heart as he opens his eyes and she could swear they almost glow in the low light before he blinks it away. 

"Meryl? Oh, I-" 

She shushes him, motioning with her head to sleeping Wolfwood.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep, sorry. We will be out in a second," he tries to reassure her, whispering now, but Meryl only shakes her head.

"It's fine, getting him to his room is more hassle than it's worth. Besides, not the first time we've all slept like this," she reminds him softly, before explaining why she disturbed his rest, "I woke you just so we can get your prosthetic off. You shouldn't sleep with that."

It's too dark to really see the emotions play across his features, but somehow, Meryl can picture them just fine. The surprise that melts into startled affection. Like every time someone shows any genuine concern for his well being. She has wanted to melt it away with consistent care for years now.

"C'mon," she pulls him into a sitting position and quietly, they work on removing the artificial limb. She's done it enough times to know the latches and screws by touch now and they work fast, though their fingers sometimes brush when they move onto the same bit next,

When it's off, briefly laid across their laps, she smoothes down some creases of his black turtleneck's shoulder, where it's sewn closed over the end of his stump. It's a pointless endeavor, really, but it has her touching him a moment more, so that makes it a necessary one in her tipsy brain.

He sways closer to her, as if there was much space between them in the first place, and his forehead brushes against hers. She leans to close the rest of the gap. "Are you sure it's okay?" Vash asks, barely audible even at this proximity. 

Part of her knows he doesn't just mean them staying in her bed tonight. 

All of her knows the answer is the same. Sober or drunk, by morning light or just the starlight swirling in his gaze. 

"Yes."

They stay like that for a second or minute or two, comfortable in this half spoken something and their closeness, when the world suddenly shifts and with a surprised squeak, she's on her side, pulled flush against Wolfwood who, despite everything, still seems to be deeply asleep. He nuzzles into her hair and sighs softly, hot breath tickling her neck and ear. She knows it's all instinct and sleep, but the way he reached for her like she was something his, something safe and needed catches in her throat

Vash laughs softly, before carefully setting his prosthetic down on the bedside table and laying back down. 

There isn't space for him to keep distance even if he tried to, but he shifts even closer. He can't put arm on or around them like this, but he seals her between his and Wolfwood's body nonetheless, chin resting on top of her head. She swears it almost feels like there's soft vibration trembling through him, soothing like a cat's purr.

There's no hope of getting a blanket over them at this rate, but she feels warm and comfortable all the same, to the point it doesn't even take her ten minutes of wiggling and shifting to settle down. Meryl rests one of her hands over Wolfwood's wrist holding her still and curls the other close to Vash's chest, eager to be near that subtle rumble, and lets their warmth, their closeness and the happiness gleaming within her lull her to sleep.

[dragonologist-phd]

For the character meme - I would love to hear your thoughts on my girl Morrigan!

aaah thank you! love talking about morrigan <3

How I feel about this character

ha in case it isn't obvious i love her! there's so much going on with her character, and her base arc is one i love: a young woman leaving a harsh, abusive environment who's intent on focusing only on herself, who finds friendship and acceptance and something worth fighting for beyond mere survival. it's a really good journey!

she's also smart and snappish and mean and awkward, and is just such an endearingly messy character. she's also a woman written in the 2000's, which means there's a lot of unintentional mess in her character that i can repurpose for my own ends (autistic wlw morrigan forever)

All the people I ship romantically with this character

obviously there's my Brosca, Darvis- i love Morrigan with a Brosca, there's so many parallels that stir up my feelings for them. their background are vastly different in terms of setting, yet there's so much they have in common. with Darvis in particular, i love the way they both approach their relationship determined to not have any feelings or get attached at all...and then that plan fails spectacularly

for canon characters, i really like Zevran/Morrigan- again, i love the trope of people determined to have a no-strings attached affair and then falling hard for each other, and they would pull that off so well

i'm also fond of Leliana/Morrigan, but specifically in DAI. in DAO they don't quite mesh...but meeting up years later, when the world is about to end again? when Leliana's idealism has been hardened by all that she's lost, and Morrigan's survival-at-all-costs attitude has been softened by her love for Keiran? there's a lot of good potential there

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Zevran again- i just feel like there's a lot they get about each other. they've both been brought up with a very cynical, transactional worldview; their banters when asking each other about a romanced warden are basically paralleled. i like the idea of them growing beyond that worldview together through their friendship!

her friendship with a non-romanced warden is also very sweet- it's very tender and vulnerable in a way you don't often get to see with platonic companions in these games, especially in those moments at the end of the game

My unpopular opinion about this character

she's so awkward and trying so hard to hide it. i think she scripts every conversation before it happens so that she can appear as cool and aloof as possible. i think she practiced that entrance in the korcari wilds like 5 times before the wardens showed up. i think her grimoire contains cheat notes on how to navigate conversations and reminders of one-liners that she comes up with in the middle of the night.

i don't know if any of this is unpopular, but it's an aspect of her character i wholeheartedly believe in that i don't see talked about much

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

this is kinda vague but i wish her canon romance were written...better. it's amazing in my head, but then i play the game and there are certain lines the warden can say that should be erased from existence. she deserves better!

give me a character

[brainworms-all-night-long]

I remeber looking at Nines official render art yesterday and than later omw to school off-handedly thinking, huh what if he put his hands just a bit higher and over his face, cause hed look just like Fischl lol

So I made him do just that

It would've been cool if it stopped at that, exept now I played genshin again after a while and as a very proud Fischl main and kinnie I couldn't restrain my brain and uh, my hands just took a tumble-

Flowers for princess Blaze

A little fox lives in a dystopian city riddled with tyranny, pollution, and abhorrent industrialization. Abandoned by their parents, and avoided and bullied by their peers for their outlandish interests in mechanics and an odd mutation, they hide away in the city's metro.

There's one small hope the fox clings to since the first days they could remember. Lying hidden and carefully protected within their burrow, there's a small set of fantasy books filled with peculiar writing, hard purple cover ragged at the edges, corners of the pages ripped and scratched up. Not because of mistreatment or carelessness but of constant use, the friction of the paper, and the brush of gloved fingers near daily. They do not know where they got these books from or how they exist in the first place, but they know its their last line of defense against the cruel world ouside.

Books were something unheard of in New Yoke city. Some elders would probably remember them as they apparently used to be a common place from the times way before, times unknown to the young fox, and only relayed in old abandoned picture frames or physical scripts like the ones in their possession.

Everything was now replaced with tablets, holograms, and palm-sized glass screens. And while it was compact, easy to read through, capable of finding any information allowed through by the Council's harsh censoring and simply carried around in one's pocket, it never brought the same blanket of comfort as holding a carefully relayed and glued together mesh of pages filled with endless possibilities of words that made no sense in the context of reality did.

At least not the one the little fox lived in.

They were smart and curious. They knew the hostilities of the world, It hated them for they were different. But hidden away in their little workshop beneath the ground, they found the world inside those books real. Logically they knew it wasn't. It were mere fantasies of days gone past and someone who perhaps had too many elusive substances to consume. But to a young imaginative mind, yearning for the smallest semblances of escape from the cruelness of reality, it began to seem real.

Logically they used to know it couldn't be, magic and ravens didn't exist, cats didn't have fire powers and the only authoritative titles were reserved for the heads of the Chaos Council. But ask the fox and they could recite you the complicated words and tongue-twisting names as if merely striking an everyday conversation. They would spent daydreaming for hours, playing with gadgets and fabric to recreate the magic described on those delicate pieces of paper and practice their peech and amnnerisms, and playing alone down in the subway tunnels.

As the years went on, they unknowingly got trapped in a small game of play pretend. Reasoning one day, that they were so different for they were not of this world, but an exiled royal of another dimension and locked away by their enemies in hopes of losing their power and never returning to salvage the world.

Logically they used to know no such things as alternative dimensions existed. Castles and dragons did neither. Yet a small fox abandoned by the world itself could dream. They merely had to regain their power and ascend back to their world to finally rid it of sin and fight, for a princess never surrenders her nobility and dreams.

They used to know it was just a storybook. But a lonely mind of an abused child looks for any escape possible to them. And sometimes, when there's no one to save them before it's too late, they get lost in their own fantasy.

[maize-is-lost]

Graveyard Train Chapter 10 Preview

(Cause wow it’s been almost a month and holy shit what a month it has been. Anyway here’s a scene from the newest chapter that I’ve been wanting to share since the chapter’s still in the works. BIG spoilers for Chapter nine here.)

Before Emmet can say anything, Elesa has already pulled him into her and Ingo’s embrace. It’s surreal, being here, in this moment. Ingo’s here. Emmet’s alive and whole again. And oh. This is going to cause a fun set of identity crises, he can already tell. Old memories, new memories, and memories of his time being a ghost on the train are all meshed together in his head to be sorted through… someday. Not today. All he’s focused on now is being here and hugging his brother and sister as tightly as he possibly could.

And it’s only because of Emmet’s position in the group hug that he’s able to see Krissa’s eyes widen. Ingo and Elesa are still too occupied with hugging and crying to notice her take out her phone. She types for at least a minute before he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Emailing the school office. Gotta make sure I get a substitute for my class tomorrow,” she responds with a completely straight face. Her voice is steady in a way that only a teacher with years of experience at keeping a straight face can achieve. “I doubt any of us are going to be able to go to work tomorrow.”

“Why is that?” Elesa asks, muffled by Ingo’s shoulder.

“Well, uh, for one, the… missing man,” Krissa gestured at Ingo before changing tracks to gesture beyond the trio. “And um, there also appears to be a frozen corpse behind you.” This led all three to turn around.

Elesa screamed. Fair, considering that emotions were running high and there was still a dead body on the ground. Its pieces were still frozen in thick chunks of ice, so it could have been much worse… and probably would be once it melted. Emmet turned Elesa gently, pulling her head into his chest. He could feel her heart pounding and hoped that his heart’s steady beat would calm hers.

Wow, he was calm. That was weird. Emmet glanced at Ingo. He seemed to be just as calm, idly reaching up for a cap that wasn’t there (and wow Ingo’s hair was greasy now. Yikes). Maybe it was just a “we were kind of ghosts for two years and now we’re not” thing. “We should decide what to do with it,” Emmet suggested.

“How are you two not freaking out?” Elesa asked hoarsely.

“We may have killed him,” was Ingo’s answer.

“We did not kill him!” Emmet disputed. On second thought, though… had they killed him? Did it count as “them” if it was their ghosts? Was it admissible in court? Could it even be proven if Emmet and Ingo kept their mouths shut about it? And even if they didn’t, were they accessories to murder? These were the real questions.

Krissa’s answer was to start rambling as she paced back and forth, continuing to tap away at her phone. He’d hate to be on the receiving end of whatever email she was typing up as she talked. “The body’s still frozen, so that’s our best chance at none of us getting blamed for it, I mean it’s kind of hard to draw and quarter a person without the right equipment and obviously there’s none of it here, so as long as we don’t move the body it shouldn’t incriminate us too much. Besides, it’s frozen, and none of us have an ice type Pokemon on us-” she stopped suddenly, whirling around to face Ingo. “Do you have an ice type with you?”

“The closest thing I have would be a Machamp with Ice Punch,” Ingo answered. He blinked, “And I’m sorry, but who are you? You seem very… nonplussed by this whole affair.”

“Krissa Kayne, anatomy teacher at Crossroads High School. I had to do cadaver labs in college so I’m uh. Familiar.” She coughed. “If everyone’s fine with it, I am going to call the police now.” Three quick nods later and she was rounding the corner to make the call. Emmet hoped she at least brought out one of her Pokemon to accompany her as she made her way to somewhere with better cell service. There may not have been a murderer in the tunnels, but it was still better to be safe than sorry. But maybe he was just more concerned now that he could remember everything.

[saskiamcc]

Creative exercise 1

31/01/2024

For this project I worked with a smaller version of the group for 'The Man Who Fell in Love with the Sky', and we met to discuss this exercises and how we were going to achieve silhouettes. I focused mainly on art department and lighting for this project. We had just been at a class where we watched clips from 'The Spirit of the Beehive', which gave us inspiration to create part of the story through shadow puppets.

In our initial meeting we planned out a lot of the inspiration of composition and how we were going to achieve silhouettes.

our visual inspiration for this film

initial planning

We wrote a brief shot list and with the use of production design and costume we were able to create a narrative of three witches planning a ritual, with one unaware that she was going to be sacrificed.

When we got on set we had a huge discussion about the window and what we wanted to do with the natural light, however when it came to filming those scenes, we had lost all the natural light to be able to shoot using it, so we planned another shorter shoot day.

A lot of our shots were formed around the productions design, I went through the props provided by Cara, and figured that we could use the fabric she brought to build a den/fort which I thought could, not only add to the witchy feel, but also gives us more textures and depth to work with for the silhouettes.

investigating the props

The first thing we focused on was the shadow puppets on the wall. We wanted to illustrate the death of the witch in white through shadow puppets, as it adds to the ambiguity and symbolism of sacrifice. Abbie, Lili and Leaf spent around 20 minutes playing around learning different shadow puppets while Max and I figured out the framing we wanted. Max very quickly choreographed the movement so that we could fit the narrative in 15 seconds and i think it worked out really well!!

shadow puppets

Next, I started on the den using hooks on the wall and my old mesh curtains. To add more colour I wanted to drape the coloured fabric Cara brought over the top, however we found that it was too heavy for the curtain, so Cara suggested tying string from wall to wall which worked perfectly!! I had a lot of fun problem solving here and it also meant that Cara and I had a chance to work together before the actual shoot for 'The Man Who Fell in Love with the Sky'.

Lili liked the look of Cara's hands on the fabric so we backlit it and went for a take and I think it was really successful!!

We next focused on the main silhouette of the film, one where two witches plot to kill the witch in white. We wanted to keep the contrast of innocence despite the morbid themes in this shot, so we asked our actors, Lili and Cara, to whisper to each other - in an almost childlike manner. I was 'gaffer' for most of this shoot, so for this shot I sat behind the fabric with two lamps, listening to Max as he directed where to hold them.

I thought it would look interesting if we could have a shot of a match lighting behind the fabric, so I asked Max if it was possible to try out. They set up the camera directly in front of the den and we did a few practice runs. Lili and Max directed where my hand should go and I think it turned out really well!!

The final bits to focus on was the shrine shots. Lili, Cara and I brought the little trinkets and candles to the den and started moving them around. Max liked the look of the movement as we were backlit too, creating somewhat of a silhouette, so he pressed record and let us do what we were doing.

setting up the shrine

We needed a way to show clearly tie in the fact that the white witch was the one to die, so I suggested having Abbie wear the flower crown in all shots so that we could bring it back in the exterior shots. I took down the den to give Max space to set up the over the head shots of the trinkets. I held the tripod steady as this was being filmed, as Max needed it to be completely steady for the pan.

Finally, we went up to the balcony to shoot the first shot of the film, where the witches are staring up at the moon. Because we didn't have a moon on hand as it was on the other side of the house, I stood on the balcony with Max, holding a lamp, to act as a moon. This worked really well as it meant that there was a spotlight on the white witch, while the small glances between the other two were subtle.

Overall, I learnt a lot from this project, including my ability to problem solve through production design. Additionally, Max went through the fx6 with me and taught me a lot about the camera, which will be very useful in other projects. He also taught me a lot about the importance of strength and shape of lighting, which I was able to incorporate into this shoot as it relied so heavily on lighting.

final film

[concerthopperblog]

Sleeping With Sirens Presses CTRL+ALT+DEL in Atlanta

The summer heat in Atlanta is somewhat infamous, even granting the city the name of “Hotlanta” to many, though locals have grown to despise the moniker. But the temperature wasn’t the only thing making Atlanta a hot spot this past week. The CTRL+ALT+DEL tour pulled into The Masquerade and brought with it Sleeping With Sirens, Don Broco, Point North and Garzi. With the show being sold out, the venue was packed with fans eager to take in the show. Did the artists disappoint? Keep on reading to find out whether we think so.

First up was Garzi, an artist who doesn’t neatly fit into any one particular box. The native of Miami meshes together a number of genres including punk, pop punk, emo, rap and indie vibes to create a sound that has been finding great success across much of social media. Including the platform that seems to be dictating much of the modern music industry landscape, TikTok. With a simple band composition of a guitarist, a drummer and the vocalist (a mixture which will be repeated with Point North) the group, led by its titular frontman put on an awesome show. Dreads flying and feet leaving the stage on multiple occasions, the band wowed the crowd, most of whom were unfamiliar with the act. After the standard first three songs, while standing out in the crowd, many people were overheard talking about how good the act was and how impressed they were.

Next up was Point North, a band which we’ve been lucky enough to cover in the past prior to COVID on another Sleeping With Sirens tour lineup. As mentioned briefly when talking about Garzi, the band is a three-piece, consisting of a vocalist, guitarist and drummer. The trio puts out an eclectic range of music spanning a number of genres and have even featured Kellin Quinn of Sleeping With Sirens on their song “Into The Dark”. The band’s unique blend of upbeat fusion layered with haunting lyrics about life’s struggles was met with a joyous reception by the crowd. Speaking of the crowd, by this point two large beach balls had begun to circulate their way around the venue. This fun and energetic atmosphere would continue throughout the night and during Point North, the first crowd surfers began to pour over the barricade. The group put on a stellar performance as was the case the last time we were able to see them and the crowd responded in kind.

Next to take the stage, hailing all of the way from the UK was Don Broco. To set up my impression of the band, I would like to take a moment for some honest clarity. As I do with many shows, I found a Spotify playlist of the tour and was jamming the playlist in the days leading up to the show. I will be the first to admit that, listening to the Don Broco tracks, I wasn’t 100% sold on their music. All of that nonsense can be set aside now having seen them live though. The band put on easily one of the most energetic and entertaining shows I’ve ever been witness to. Frontman Rob Damiani was a constant blur on the stage, constantly shifting his presence from side-to-side on the stage and seemingly constantly in a stance of bouncing. The music itself, like much in the rock and metal scenes are littered with observations from the band’s personal lives. A great example of this, which Damiani pointed out during their performance is “T-Shirt Song”. Damiani says the song came out of a popular tradition in the UK where, any time you hear the Baywatch theme song, you take your shirt off and spin it around your head. After a particularly dark break up and a tough emotional period in his life, while frequenting nightclubs, Damiani said that something as seemingly trivial as this helped to lift his spirits. The positivity and uplifting continued throughout the entire performance and the crowd gave energy in kind back to the band. I am completely sold as a fan of this act now and should you get the opportunity to see them live, make a mad dash to secure your tickets, you will not be left disappointed.

Finally, it was Sleeping With Sirens turn on the Masquerade stage. We’ve been lucky enough to catch Sleeping With Sirens live multiple times before so we knew ahead of time we were in for an amazing show. The band who emerged during the era of the emo titans have stayed the course and remained more than relevant in an ever-changing musical landscape. Much of this is likely able to be attributed to the energy that shines through each time they take to the stage. Whether it’s vocalist Kellin Quinn’s haunting vocals, guitarist Nick Martin’s crowd interaction or bassist Justin Hills streaking across the stage from side to side in a blur of energy, the show never disappoints. Going briefly back to Nick Martin, there was a fan in the ADA section of the show in a wheelchair and, when Martin realized, he handed a guitar pick to security personnel to ensure the fan received the pick and gave the man a huge smile and thumbs up. As the band broke into an acoustic cover of the popular Goo Goo Dolls song “Iris”, a marriage proposal even took place in the crowd (she said yes.) It was an evening filled with a magical energy and this should carry on through the rest of the tour. We can not emphasize enough, do not miss this tour if you have a chance to catch it live.

There are still a number of shows available for this tour so if you live nearby, get out there and secure your ticket:

Aug. 02 - Tempe, Ariz. @ Marquee Theatre Aug. 04 - Los Angeles, Calif. @ 1720 Aug. 05 - San Diego, Calif. @ The Observatory Aug. 06 - Santa Ana, Calif. @ The Observatory Aug. 07 - Sacramento, Calif. @ Ace of Spades Aug. 09 - Portland, Ore. @ Crystal Ballroom Aug. 10 - Seattle, Wash. @ Showbox Aug. 12 - Salt Lake City, Utah @ Depot Aug. 13 - Denver, Colo. @ Ogden Theatre Aug. 14 - Kansas City, Mo. @ Truman As always, please feel free to browse around ConcertHopper’s website further and to check out our articles covering a wide variety of topics. Please also check us out on social media on our Facebook and Instagram pages. Life is a beautiful thing and music only adds to that beauty, take some time to get out and celebrate beauty and life with a community of like-minded individuals at a concert soon, it’s always worth the price of admission.

[quindolyn]

Better Kisser Part 2 || James Potter and Lily Evans

Request: “istg i need a fic or a blurb or something about being in a poly relationship with lily and james...after reading Better Kisser it’s all i can think about 😭” -anon

and

“hiii !! first of all, i love your writings they’re so amazing honestly !! could you maybe write something with hot lily from “better kisser” ? i’d love it if it was both sensual and fluff :) thanks so much if you ever do something like that! hope you have a nice day/night!“ -anon

and

“QUINN HEAR ME OUT

imagine a part two to better kisser but like smutty bc Lily starts bragging about how she thinks she’s better at other things since she’s the better kisser so they make it a competition over who can like... get the reader off fastest... and then it’s like a competition to see who can get her off the most...

good ideas here right...? N E ways love u bestie <3″ -anon

Word Count: 4,752

Notes:I got three separate requests for this so obviously y’all wanted it and I want to write it. This is smut! I could also do headcanons on Jily x reader and even if you guys don’t request it I’ll probably still write them because it sounds like fun.

Warnings: poly sex, jily x reader, dom!James, dom!Lily, sub!reader, LIly’s a sex god, prove me wrong, they’re both cocky as fuck

Part 1

Masterlist

Lily Evans was the stars, she was mesmerizing and mysterious. Just as they decorated the night sky, accentuating the darkness through their beauty she too brought out the best in those around her without dulling any of her own shine. She was sly smiles and gentle touches, slender pale fingers and long, swishing red hair. She was wondrous and beautiful, complex and absolutely gorgeous. Lily Evans, she was the stars.

James Potter was the sun, he was bright and glowing and impossible to ignore. James was messy black hair, and goofy grins, strong hands and bear hugs. He attracted all of those around him, sucking them into his gravitational field, giving them purpose, warming their souls. A centering person when the rest of their lives were crazy and unpredictable and scary. James Potter, he was the sun.

Where Lily was understated and controlled with her witty remarks and sharp quips James was loud and boisterous, trying to get the biggest reaction out of people. Where Lily was calm James was chaotic. Where she was focused on her end goal he was everywhere, practically bouncing off the walls.

Together they were perfect.

And somehow they were yours.

One thing was for certain, Sirius Black was an upright prick, and you owed him, bigtime. If it weren’t for Sirius Black you would’ve never kissed Lily Evans on a dare. You would’ve never kissed James to satisfy his curiosities. You wouldn’t have spent weeks exchanging tense glances with the two, holding your breath whenever one of them so much as sat down one seat away from you in the Great Hall. Lily would’ve never found you, hiding away in the common room in the wee hours of the morning, pouring over your Transfiguration notes preparing for your test the following morning, or rather later in the day. She never would’ve brushed the hair out of your face with her elegant fingers, nails painted in a berry shade, complimenting her pale skin. She never would’ve told you that you really needed to go to bed, she never would’ve leaned down, meshing her lips with yours, allowing you to answer that question that had plagued you after you kissed Lily. 

What did her lips taste like when she wasn’t drunk?

The answer?

Well at that moment, morning breath. Which brought a new question to the forefront of your mind, what did she taste like when she hadn’t just woken up in the middle of the night?

It didn’t take long for you to find out the answer. She’d brought you up to bed, her hand clasped with yours, telling you that she and James wanted to talk to you in the morning resulting in you tossing and turning all night in anticipation of the conversation that would take place the next day.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you never would’ve had that conversation with James and Lily by the Black Lake. You never would’ve even had the opportunity to accept their offer not to join their relationship but to start a new one, with all three of you. You never would have never learned what Lily tasted like, it was maple syrup and cherries by the way.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you wouldn’t be sitting in your dorm room with the two of them, skimming over notes for your potions midterm. Well you and Lily were looking over your extensive notes, James on the other hand was sitting behind you, pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

You hissed as he dragged his teeth over a bruised spot on your neck, sending ripples of both pain and pleasure through your body, leaving your fingertips tingling, dying to get themselves on his skin.

“Aw, baby,” He cooed in your ear as he registered your reaction, it’s not as though he could’ve missed it, not with your back pressed flush against his chest, “You a little sensitive there?”

“Come on Jamie,” You giggle trying to hide your neck from him, pressing your ear to your shoulder, “You already know I am.”

James slipped his rough, strong fingers under your jaw, using them to lift your head back up, away from your shoulder, “Don’t hide from me darling, wanna see the marks I left on you.” He returned his lips to the same spot on your neck, lapping slightly at the purple mark with his tongue.

Lily snorted from where she laid on her stomach a couple inches away from you on the same bed that had been transfigured to accommodate all three of you.

“What’s so funny Lils?” James inquired, peeking up from the delicate skin covering your thrumming pulse.

“Nothing,” She sang, twirling her pen in between her fingers, her feet hanging lazily in the air, “I just think it's funny you think you left that mark on her.”

“Well I did,” James said plainly, obviously not amused by Lily’s comment, “Didn’t I poppet?” He asked, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear.

You ducked your head, trying to hide your wide eyes and heated cheeks from the two of them. 

“It’s okay (Y/N),” Lily cooed, setting her quill down in her book, marking her page as she closed the book, dropping it onto the floor, “You can tell him it was me who left that, his ego can take it.” She held eye contact with you for a minute, managing to keep a straight face before a smile broke out across her lips, chuckles erupting from the soft cushions of her lips, lathered in a light pink gloss, “Okay, it probably can’t but that shouldn’t stop you baby, Jamie needs to remember that he’s not the only one who can make you feel good.”

“I know I’m not Flower, but I left this one, I can tell, it's one of the darker ones.” And he was right, the entire left side of your neck was littered in bruises and bites, some lighter than others, some darker, but none as dark as the one he was currently tracing with his index finger.

“Nope,” Lily countered, popping her p before pushing herself up off of her shins in order to settle between your open legs, “I distinctly remember, I had her pressed up against the wall before you got back from Quidditch practice, she moaned so pretty for me, prettier than she ever has for you.” She grinned victoriously, turning her gaze back to you, and only you, “It’s like he cares more about that fucking snitch than he does us.”

“That’s bullshit love and you know it,” He murmured in your ear pressing a kiss against the corner of your mouth before dragging his lips, considerably less rough than they were before you started dating him as you’d made it your mission to apply lip balm to his lips every time you saw him, across the side of your face back to your ear, “She’s just trying to turn you against me, she’s so mean isn’t she.”

They loved doing this. Making you choose between the two of them, or trying to anyway. The power struggle between the two of them was hot as fuck.

Before you could so much as open your mouth Lily was responding for you, “I’m not mean doll,” She crooned, not looking at you but rather focusing on the dark haired boy whose nimble fingers were expertly pulling at the hem of your shirt, slowly but steadily rolling up the material until it covered just was much as your bra, “Jamie just needs to remember who the better kisser here is, who makes you feel the best.”

Ignoring her jab James murmured a quick, “Want this off,” In your ear before pulling the shirt over your head and arms, tossing it off the bed and onto the floor paying it no mind as soon as the material slipped from his fingers. 

Desperate to prove his worth, to prove his dominance James’ hands ran up and down your thighs, inching your skirt up them, “You’re not the better kisser here Flower, you’re not the best anything. Our baby here loves me the most.”

“She told us James,” Lily sighed, clearly exasperated with your boyfriend, “After she kissed you for the first time she told us. I’m the better kisser, just accept it. She likes me the most don’t you (Y/N/N)?”

“Jamie you make me feel so good,” You began, hoping to soften the blow, “But Lily’s tongue is magic, feels so good in my mouth, in my-my…” 

“It’s okay pretty girl,” She simpered, “You can say it, where does my mouth feel good?”

“My pussy,” You forced out, willing yourself not to stutter. 

“That’s right my pretty little kitten,” She grinned, tilting your chin up with her index finger so that you were staring into her swirling emerald irises, darkened with obvious desire. “I make your pussy feel so good, better than Jamie.”

“Off.” James demanded, not taking kindly to Lily’s teasing, as he aggressively undid the clasp on your bra, the snide remarks obviously doing no damage to his ego as he pulled the straps from your arms. Taking no care with the expensive, luxurious garment that he himself had bought for you he flung the clothing over his shoulder. Clearly not caring about the money he’d spent on it as the silky material crumpled next to the bed.

“Not just my tongue that makes you feel better isn’t that right my darling?” Lily smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on her button up, “S’my fingers too, stretching you out on my fingers, they can reach so much further in you than his can.”

“Pfft,” James shook his head, one hand settling on your waist, gripping with a frankly frightening strength, no doubt melding dark purple bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your soft skin.

“Gimme your hand Flower, let me show our baby that you’re wrong” James demanded as the hand not on your waist extended towards the redhead. When she dropped her hand in his he immediately lined them up, palm against palm, fingers against fingers, and much to James’ chagrin his hands were only barely larger than hers. His palm was much larger than hers leaving his fingers slightly shorter than his girlfriend’s.

Feeling benevolent, you grabbed his hand before it dropped down to his thigh in defeat, pressing your hands together as he had pressed his to Lily’s. Yours were considerably smaller than his, and therefore her’s too, your palm nearly half the size as his, your fingers dwarfed by his. 

“See Jamie, your hands are bigger than mine.” You comforted, mesmerized by the contrast, “Your fingers make me feel so much better than mine ever could. They don’t even come close.” 

“But that’s besides the point right poppet?” Lily questioned, grasping your jaw in her graceful hand, you noticed her ivory dress shirt now hung open, revealing her red lace clad breasts as she once again tilting your head up to look her in the eyes, “Because you’re not allowed to touch yourself, not without my permission.”

“Or mine,” James piped up.

Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend Lily released her grip on your jaw, “Keep your eyes on me darling, be my good girl.”

“You even like my strap more than you like James’ cock, stretches you out so much better than he ever could. Not to mention we don’t have to wait for his little blue pill to work do we?”

Being a muggle born you understood her joke but James was utterly bewildered by your shared laughter.

“You’re not laughing at me are you, you little slut?” James spat, his voice hard and unwavering as he turned your face with a single finger so that your neck was craned to look at him.

“N-no,” You shook your head pathetically, your eyes flashing downwards not being able to meet him.

“Open,” He commanded, tapping your bottom lip and you instantly obeyed, not daring to disobey him. You were rewarded for your obedience by the male spitting into your mouth, the taste of his saliva bleeding along the expanse of your tongue.

“What do we say to Jamsie, pretty girl?” Lily raised an expectant eyebrow.

“Thank you.”

“Good girl,” James muttered, watching as you swallowed the gift he’d given you, “Thought you’d forgotten your manners for a second.”

“Not our good girl,” Lily grinned, somehow now only in her thong, “No, she’s such a good girl for us.”

“Guess she is,” James agreed, leaving a trail of kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Bet I can make our baby cum first James,” Lily boasted, beginning to work on the zipper of your skirt, expertly pulling it off of your legs, “Being the better kisser and all.”

“Don’t get cocky Evans,” James tutted, pulling his shirt over his head as he had yours, “You know I love your strap baby but it just can’t compare to my cock. Mine’s real.”

Clearly unimpressed by his comment Lily pressed her lips to yours, maneuvering you so that you too were on your knees, giving James time to strip down to the same level of clothing as the two of you. 

Smiling into the kiss she put but a millimeter of distance between the two of you to catch her breath, “You taste so good kitten.”

“You’re the one who tastes good Lily.”

“So nice to me, don’t deserve you,” She planted a kiss to the hollow of your throat, “Let me make you feel good baby.” 

Not complaining, you let Lily lie you back on the bed where James was no longer standing, instead now standing behind Lily, letting his hands settle on her hips. 

Once you were lying down she hooked her hands under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as James helped her off the mattress, helping her plant her feet on the floor. It was things like this, the subtle loving gestures and actions even when they were practically at each other’s throats, that reminded you of how much they loved each other. Of how much they loved you.

“Look at these,” Lily lilted, her finger hooking under the silky material of your panties, “So pretty aren’t they J?”

“Very,” He whispered in her ear only loud enough for you to barely hear him, “Like her in red.”

Lily hummed in affirmation, tapping your hip as a non verbal clue to lift your hips so she could pull them off of you.

She didn’t waste a single second before kneeling down before you so that her face was level as your glistening pussy, already so wet from them just talking about pleasuring you. 

After running a single finger through your folds Lily brought her finger to her lips, a hum leaving her lips. “You taste good down here too (Y/N), you have such a pretty pussy.”

“Thank you,” You murmured, attempting not to whine and be their good girl even though you desperately wanted them to touch you. 

Without any warning Lily inserted two slender fingers into your cunt causing you to gasp at the sensation. “Lily,” You whimpered, trying not to buck your hips towards her hand, not wanting to let on quite yet how desperate you really were. 

“See J?” You could hear the smirk on her lips as she slowly moved her fingers in and out of you, paying you no other mind, instead directing her attention to her boyfriend who still stood behind her, his hands now on her bare shoulders. “She’s really not all that hard to please when you actually know what you’re doing. Had my fingers in her two seconds and she’s already so needy for me.”

“Shut up Lils,” James growled, “Stop talking like I don’t know how to get her off, she’s my baby too, I know exactly how to get her desperate.” In his efforts to prove his point he moved onto the bed, taking one of your nipples into his mouth resulting in a whine to tumble from your lips as he raked his teeth over the sensitive bud.

As his mouth sucked on one his hand moved to the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers before pinching harshly making you gasp in pleasure.

Lily allowed James to have his moment before taking your clit between her lips and sucking. If you gasped for James you absolutely screamed for Lily, thank Merlin for silencing charms because otherwise someone would’ve probably thought you were being tortured. Once she had your sensitive bundle of nerves in her mouth she began humming, making wave after wave of intense ecstasy roll through your core and up your spine, leaving your nerve endings frayed and responsive to every single touch.

You could feel everything, the soft material of the duvet beneath your back, James’ tongue circling your nipple, one hand caressing your heated cheek while the other traced shapes down your stomach. You could feel Lily’s fingers continuing their assault on your cunt, reaching so deep inside of you that they almost touched your g-spot, but not quite, as your clit was set aflame by her mouth. 

“You’re not even trying,” Lily snarked, coming up for a breather from in between your legs, “You really think you’re gonna get  her to cum from playing with her nipples? I never realized you were that daft Jamsie.”

“If you’d give me a turn,” He began before Lily cut him off.

“Doesn’t look like she wants me to stop does it?” She nodded in your direction where you were writhing on the bed merely from her fingers. “Do you want me to stop, baby?”

“No,” You begged, “Please don’t stop, please! Need your fingers in me, make me feel so good.”

Grinning triumphantly Lily returned her mouth to your pulsing cunt, sucking with a new found vigor that had your back careening off of the mattress, hips bucking towards her mouth.

“Hey,” James scolded, moving his arm to keep your hips firmly on the bed, “Don’t be a desperate slut, take it as she gives you it okay? Be good for us.”

Nodding feebly you willed your hips still but it was nearly impossible as Lily replaced her fingers with her tongue, moving her digits to pinch your clit. Feeling the pleasure bubble up in your stomach you focused on your girlfriend’s ministrations, lapping at your hole with her tongue sent you into a whole new level of pleasure.

“Feels so good! Lily, that feels so good, please don’t stop!”

You could feel her smiling into your opening as she sped up her movements, bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of climax. “Am I allowed to cum?” You asked desperately, the only thing keeping your hips where they were being James’ strong forearm, digging into your hip bones.

“No,” He growled, slapping at your tit bringing you even closer to something you were apparently not allowed to do. 

“Come on James,” Lily said replacing her tongue with her fingers as she moved her head to talk to the dark haired boy, “You can’t just tell her she’s not allowed to cum because it’s not you who’s going to make her cum,” Turning her attention back to you she smiled, “Of course you’re allowed to cum baby, don’t listen to him. Are you close, m’love?”

“Uh huh,” You screwed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and only intensifying when Lily’s mouth returned to your clit, licking broad stripes up and down it. 

“Baby look at me,” James’ deep voice commanded you, to which you promptly obeyed, “Wanna see you when you fall apart on her tongue, wanna see you cum baby, you’re so pretty when you cum.”

James’ words accompanied by a particularly harsh nip by Lily to your clit has you tipping over the edge, letting out a high pitched scream as pleasure took over your body, drowning you in the feeling of your lovers still working on your body, obviously not satisfied with leaving you with just one orgasm.

As you came to, your orgasm slowly seeped away from your cloudy mind, reentering you into your dorm room where you heard Lily’s melodic voice, “See James, told you I could make her cum first.”

“Didn’t even get a chance,” He grumbled from his place next you, brushing the hairs off of your forehead. “Wanna make you cum poppet, tell Lily to give me a turn.”

“L-lils,” You managed in your post orgasmic haze, “Want Jamsie, want his- want his…”

“Look at how good of a job I did on our baby,” The redhead boasted, “Just one in and already a blubbery little mess. How do you think she’s gonna be fairing when I have her on her fourth?”

“Only shooting for four Lils?” James raised a defined eyebrow, “I was thinking I could get at least five out of her myself.”

Your eyes widened, slightly in alarm, slightly in anticipation. “F-five?”

“Shh kitten, let us talk,” Lily chaisted lightly. “You really do think highly of yourself don’t you Potter?”

“I’ve done it before,” He countered.

“No, we’ve done it before, both of us. Neither of us have ever gotten her to five by ourselves.”

“Don’t think you can do it Flower?” As he rose from the bed and moved towards Lily you caught sight of his cock, already painfully hard, the tip a bright red and leaking with precum.

“S’not me I’m worried about, don’t wanna overwhelm our baby.”

“I can do it,” You piped in feebly, “I can take it, make me feel good please, wanna feel good.”

“See Lily? If she says she can take it, who are we to question her?”

“You sure poppet?” Lily asked you, her eyes on yours.

“Yes Lily, I’m sure.”

That was all James needed to nudge Lily out from between your legs, spitting on his fingers before rubbing them up against your pussy. “You need me to stretch you out darling?” His voice laced with absolute adoration as he took in your perspiring figure from this new angle.

You shook your head but James wasn’t satisfied, “Wanna hear your voice poppet, come on not too fucked out yet are you?”

“No, don’t need you to stretch me out, want your cock.”

He grinned, lining up the tip of his cock with your quivering entrance, “There’s my good girl.”

As he pushed into you you faintly questioned why you didn’t have him stretch you out beforehand, but once he was fully sheathed inside you all you could think about was the way his dick pressed perfectly against your g-spot. 

You moaned out as he began thrusting into you, ruthless in his efforts to make you cum. He moved his hands to hold your hips at an angle where he could better reach deeper inside of you if that was even possible.

“So pretty baby girl,” His grin was wicked as he watched your cunt, reveling in the sight of his cock going in and out of your dripping pussy, “You look so pretty on my cock, you gonna make a mess f’me?”

“She’s not gonna cum yet you himbo,” Lily interjected, “You’ve been inside her what? Five seconds? You need her to cum soon? You close?”

Using Lily’s mocking as motivation he pistoned his hips in and out even more viciously, leaving you a bouncing mess on his cock as he pulled his prick almost all the way out, so that only the leaking red head was still inside of you before fully sheathing himself in you once more.

“Fuck!” You cried out as the tip of his member brushed against your cervix, “Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” James managed through gritted teeth, throwing your legs over his shoulders so that he wouldn’t have to hold them in his hands any longer, giving him the ability to grip your hips.

So lost in your pleasure you hadn’t registered where Lily was until she sat next to you on the bed, moving her fingers to massage your clit pulling a strangled gasp from your throat.

“L-Lily,” You stuttered out.

“Hey there baby,” She cooed, like she was talking to an actual child, “Jamie making you feel good.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on hers.

“You close, kitten? You gonna cum soon?”

A whimper escaped your lips this time as you nodded once more.

“Let me see if I can help with that then, wanna see you cum again pretty girl.”

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress with a soft thud as Lily’s fingers started working magic on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

A slap against your clit, combined with the deep, hard thrusts of your boyfriend, reaching depths within you you could’ve only imagined before him sent you careening. Your climax washed over you in waves, each stronger than the last making you twitch and spasm on the bed.

You hadn’t even registered that you’d squirted, not until Lily’s delicate hands were rubbing your release up and down your thighs, “Well would you look at that?” James grinned, “I didn’t see you make her squirt Lils.”

“Oh, you don’t get points for this one pretty boy,” Lily grinned, not making eye contact with him but rather focusing on your pulsing cunt.

“What?” James was incredulous, “What do you mean I don’t get credit for that one, she came on my cock.”

“Yes, technically, but she only came when I started on that pretty little clit of hers, so responsive isn’t it, doll?” She asked, punctuating her remark with a gentle slap against your still throbbing cunt and a quick wink that James was too bewildered to pick up on.

Over the next couple of hours they were able to lull a number of orgasms out of you, James making Lily sit in a chair next to the bed so that she couldn’t touch you at all and take credit for any of his hard work.

You’d cum on her tongue and his, both of their fingers, once at the same time, they split the credit for that one but it was worth it, getting to watch your cunt stretch around both of them. You came on James’ cock more times than you could count, and of course on Lily’s strap on because Godric, did she know how to move her hips.

By the end you’d cum a grand total of nine times. You weren’t quite sure how’d you’d done it but you had. And they were both so proud of you.

The final score was Lily, five. James, four. You’d better believe that James was butt hurt about it, not quite willing to accept his obvious defeat, instead of acknowledging it and conceding to his very talented girlfriend, working on getting you cleaned up.

Once James had left the dorm to run you a bath Lily scooped you into her lap, running her hands up and down your thighs but being careful not to touch your sensitive cunt. 

“You did such a good job for us baby,” She cooed, pressing kiss after kiss to the back of your head, “Came nine times, can you believe that?”

“Is Jamie going to be mad that you made me cum more?” You asked in your degenerative head space not wanting to upset your boyfriend.

“Of course not,” Lily squeezed your hips, soothing your woes. “Especially not at you, he might mope around a little bit because he is a man,” She pulled a light giggle out of your lips with that one, “But he’ll get over it, it's just gonna push him to work harder next time when he’s making you feel good.”

“Flower,” James called from the bathroom, “Bath’s ready.”

“Come on baby,” Lily said, easing you up onto your feet, “Let’s get you in the bath and all cleaned up for us alright?”

“Okay,” You yawned, understandably exhausted by the events of the night, “Will you take the bath with me?”

“Of course my pretty girl, not gonna let Jamie join us though, s’my reward for being the best.”

You chuckled, nodding your head in agreement, “Sounds good Lils.”

As she settled you into the bathtub Lily ordered James out before he could step into it with you.

“But-”

“Out!”

“Fine! Fine, I’m going!”

Lily was the stars and James was the sun, and fuck did they know how to make you feel good.

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Bucky Barnes-Are you gonna be my girl? |Series|

summary: Bonus Chapter |Carnival Date| Bucky takes you out to the carnival in the courtyard where he confesses a lot of things ,not only to you but everyone there.

Warnings: fluff that’s literally it.

Pairing: college!football!Bucky × college!Lacrosse!reader

Notes: this is just a little bonus scene so it’s really short!

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The college carnival was brought into the courtyard after days of setting up, they finally had opening night.

The large banners read the theme of the year ‘night of lights’ and they weren’t kidding about the bright lights, that lit up the entire courtyard and even shined through your windows of your dorm.

body slammer ♡ : put some shoes on ill be there in 2!

Gorgeous girl♡ : what are you talking about?

Body slammer♡ : I'm taking you to the carnival!

Gorgeous girl♡ : you're joking right?

A knock sounded at the door not giving you any time to wait for a response.

You stand up from your bed answering the door, finding Bucky at the other side of it resting against the doorframe his blue lettermen jack resting over his arm with his phone in his hand still open on your texts.

“ I said put on shoes” he joked, noticing you still have no shoes on.

“ well you did not respond to my text” you smile, he looks down to his phone

“ oh, yes I'm serious” he replies “ we have to feed you, and get you a stuffed animal from the booths” he lists, you let out a soft laugh shaking your head as you slip on your shoes one at a time holding onto the door for stability.

You close your door before realizing you needed a jacket “ shit i should've grabbed a jacket” you cried “ and that's why i brought this” he sticks his jacket out at you before wrapping it around your shoulders.

“ you are a sly man” you comment “ I like to think of myself more as charming” he corrects “ charming indeed” you confirm interlocking your fingers with his before shoving your other hand into the pocket of his lettermen.

walking down the creaky stairs of your dorms down to the lobby before exiting the building you continue walking before you begin to slow down, the over whelming sounds of the people around you.

"come on" he beams pulling you along.

the things around you were loud and of course going With the theme everything was lit up.

Walking under the large banners through the crowds of people the cheers from the games erupting as you stayed close to Bucky not wanting to lose him in the sea of people.

" I'm in love with you " he whispers into your ear as you stand near him hand in hand, you look into his steel blue eyes completely at his mercy. " so forgive me for what I'm about to do"

your brows pinch together in confusion as he pulls you to an empty bench having you stand right in front of him.

" Barnes, what are you doing" you laugh looking at the people around you.

he takes a large step onto the bench looking down on you. " hi everyone, you might know me but if you don't I'm Bucky Barnes and I just have to let everyone know that this woman in front of me this, stunning, perfect, amazing woman , I'm in love with her" he announces gesturing to you standing in front of him

you cover your rosy cheeks with your hands as he steps down moving towards you as every ones eyes following him to you. he moves your hands from your face looking into your eyes that he adored so much, before placing his hand onto your cheek leaning down to your height meshing his soft lips with your stained pink lips. you move your hand to run through the short hairs on the back of his head As the pure bliss exploded in your chest.

"you're an idiot" you whisper, pulling away from him looking in to his blue eyes.

“But I'm your idiot.” he replies earning a soft giggle from you before pressing your lips to his again.

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UNDERCOVER (BUT OUT IN THE OPEN)

NSFW short story based on prompts from days 9, 10 and 11 of G9 Kinktober: Public, Masturbation & Cross-dressing.

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“I’m not wearing that.”

“Have you even read the mission dossier? One of us has to.”

“Well it’s not going to be me, Nines.”

Gavin shoved past his partner and left the room, tossing the tight leather dress back onto the conference table. The android stared at, head cocked and LED spinning fast.

//

“You look…”

Gavin leaned against the wall of the precinct bathroom, trying but failing to maintain nonchalance.

Nines bent down, set the long dark wig in place and flipped back up, shaking the tresses out to frame his face perfectly.

“…ridiculous.”

The android ignored him. He twisted and turned and readjusted the outfit in the mirror. Only when he was done making sure his makeup was perfect and the dress clung flatteringly in all the right places did his eyes disdainfully move to meet Gavin’s.

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

“My clothes don’t matter. No one’s gonna be looking at me.”

“Yes but you’re going to be my boyfriend.”

Gavin’s eyes widened at the words but he quickly caught himself and played it off with an exasperated groan.

He stripped his jacket off and approached the open cardboard box with exaggerated resignation.

“Alright, put me in whatever you want.”

Nines clapped his hands together in mock excitement.

//

“I’m gonna get you for this later”

“Why? You blend in perfectly. The only thing you’re missing is nipple piercings.”

Nines ran a hand over the barely-there mesh of Gavin’s shirt. Cheeks aflame, he swatted the long fingers off his pecs.

“Stop that.”

“What? I’m getting into character.”

Gavin shook his head and turned away to scan the crowd on the dance floor. They had a job to do. With all the banter and games, working with Nines never really felt like work, and he often felt like he had to push himself to focus.

Nines draped his arms around Gavin’s neck and whispered against his throat. His voice was as soft as velvet, but somehow still audible over the thumping dance music.

“Relax, they’re not here yet.”

Gavin slipped an arm around his waist and worked himself into the mindspace of a possessive boyfriend warding the lowlife away from his pretty girl. It didn’t take much effort.

//

“-that’s too low. My boss will shred me to pieces if I go back with that offer.”

“And what do you think my boss is gonna do to me if I agree to pay twice the rate for the same old bullshit. There’s gotta be something else you bozos can throw in if-”

The suspect broke off and looked around the crowded club suspiciously.

Nines tossed his hands up and edged closer to Gavin, dancing back to chest, ass to groin.

“Keep your voice down! These days there’s android cops that can hear all kinds of-”

Gavin grabbed onto his partner from behind, pulling back until Nines was practically grinding on him. He prayed that it would be enough to keep them invisible.

“Do you think we should move this somewhere else? That guy with the scar has been looking kinda funny since we walked in.”

Nines spun around Gavin’s grasp and put his hands on the human’s shoulders, a silent message to stay calm and stay put.

“Who?”

“The one with the dominatrix looking girl over there. Look man, I think I’m gonna go.”

Nines surged forward and kissed him. Gavin parted his lips and shoved his tongue into the androids mouth. He kissed Nines back earnestly, and for good measure, ran his hands all over his body. He knew there’d be hell to pay later for the groping, but right now, he was desperate to throw the criminals off their scent.

“Dude, you gotta stop being so paranoid. Those two aren’t interested in anything but each other.”

“Fine… but I’m watching them.”

“Yeah okay. They look about ten seconds from fucking but go ahead. I just wanna know what new pieces you’re putting on the market. Throw in a few samples and we’ll call it even.”

“Those are state of the art energy weapons and you want-”

Gavin had broken away for air but quickly brought his mouth back to Nines’. Panic and then relief coursed through the detective when the dealer looked away and continued talking.

A reassuring hand stroked Gavin’s face and then slid down his chest. He nearly yelled in shock when he felt the android playfully cup his balls.

“What the phck!?”

Nines giggled and squeezed gently before withdrawing his hand.

“Relax. We’re okay.”

Gavin sighed and closed his eyes. The coloured lights shone through his eyelids. Nines put his forehead against his.

“Stay with me, Gav. Don’t worry about them. Just follow my lead and we’ll be fine.”

Gavin took a deep breath and nodded. He parted his lips and Nines kissed him once more… and he could’ve sworn there was meaning behind it.

//

After nearly thirty minutes of open-mouthed kissing and heavy petting on the dance floor, the front of Gavin’s leather trousers had become uncomfortably tight.

He knew Nines would never let him hear the end of it, but that was a problem for another time. In that moment, he just chased the feeling. The swipe of a tongue against his… the scrape of teeth on his neck… the feel of hands on his biceps… a strong thigh to rut against… and a nice little ass under a flared leather skirt, which at least for the moment… was his to grab.

After a while he felt himself being manoeuvred towards the edge of the room. He’d nearly forgotten about the suspects they were supposed to be eavesdropping on, but he assumed Nines was following them.

“Okay. I think we can accept those terms. Let me make a phone call and I’ll let you know when we’re ready to pick up the stuff.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. Just wait here.”

The door swung open as the buyer slipped into the back alley. The seller leaned back against the padded wall and glanced around anxiously. His eyes fell on the pair of undercover detectives and then he froze. The man appeared to debate making a run for it, eyes darting between the door and the fake couple.

Nines shoved Gavin against the wall and held him place with a hand on his chest. He leaned close to the human and with his other hand, unzipped the leather pants and reached into Gavin’s underwear.

“Sorry.”

“Phck…”

The human’s hard cock was then pulled out into the open for all to see. Nines spat into his hand and wrapped it around Gavin’s length without breaking eye contact. He moved his wrist up and down, slowly setting up a steady rhythm and commencing the best handjob Gavin had ever had.

The gunrunner turned away with a grimace, but he remained leaning against the wall, his suspicions fully averted.

Gavin closed his eyes and sunk into the glorious sensation. How many times had he fantasised about this very thing? It may not have been how he’d expected, but now that it was happening, he wasn’t about to refuse.

//

After what could’ve been an eternity or just a few seconds, the door opened and the other gang member returned.

“Looks like we’re good to go. The boss is happy to deal. We can- yikes! I told you those two weren’t any trouble.”

“Yeah yeah. Transfer fifty percent and then meet us at the old steelworks on the 15th. Usual time. Leave your cars somewhere else.”

The men shook hands and made their respective ways out of the club. And that was it. The mission was over. The DPD had all the information they needed.

Gavin leaned his head back on the wall and let out the loud moan he’d been holding back. Nines clamped his mouth over his neck and kept pumping his cock.

“You did so well, Gav.”

He pushed Nines’ hand away and attempted to stuff his cock back into his tight pants. No luck. It sprang back out and leaked a steady stream off precum onto the shiny leather. He gave up and slid into a half squat against the wall.

“Yeah. I’m phcking excellent at public humiliation.”

“Humiliation? I’m the one in the dress.”

“You wear it so phcking well it doesn’t count.”

“Are you saying I look hot?”

Gavin gestured vehemently at the problem between his legs. Nines had the gall to laugh but the look in his eyes was anything but unkind. He put his hands on the human’s shoulders and swung a leg over his thighs such that he was straddling him.

“Well, if you must know… you’ve had me in a similar predicament all evening.”

Nines lifted the skirt of the leather dress… and revealed something that had Gavin’s cock standing erect with renewed interest. A flushed… juicy… oozing… and very pretty pussy. Nines reached down and spread the red lips on either side of a tiny strip of fabric.

“Oh my god… what on earth…”

“Thought this component would go with my whole look. No?”

Nines shifted the panties aside to give his partner the full view. Gavin pulled Nines into a bruising kiss and crushed him to his chest. The action brought their nether regions into contact and sparked something animalistic in both of them.

Now that the mission was over, Nines ceded full control to the human and let himself be hoisted up. He hooked his legs around Gavin’s waist and arched his back as he felt the already throbbing cock slip and slide against his folds.

Gavin’s breathing was harsh against his clavicle and the grip was on the android’s hips was nothing but insistent.

“Go ahead, darling. Put it in.”

The human slowly lined his cock up with the dripping hole. Even though he knew an android like Nines could take him easily, old bedroom habits had Gavin gently rubbing the swollen clit and easing himself inside with care.

Nines impatiently tossed his dark hair over his shoulder and lowered his hips in one go. A sharp hiss of pleasure escaped the man underneath him, and then there was no turning back.

//

They fucked against the wall of the packed nightclub as if they were teenagers… college students at a rager… festival-goers in a drug haze… a pair of sex fiends who needed extensive therapy… or maybe just two mad people who belonged together and finally had an excuse to drop all pretences.

“Ohhh my phcking god, Nines. You batshit crazy tincan whore…”

“Yes, darling?”

Nines was watching him cooly, despite the vigour of the thrusts rocking him back and forth almost violently.

“Oh phck you!”

Gavin spun them around and flung Nines onto the flat surface of the wall. That allowed him to pin the android down and get an upward angle towards that tight bundle of sensors and synthetic nerves that he knew would have the android writhing with pleasure.

It absolutely worked.

Nines began to moan and claw at Gavin’s back… clutch at his hair… and say his name like it was a prayer. The amount of noise they were making was probably audible over the music and it was only a matter of time before someone called the bouncer on them.

Luckily, they were both at the finish line.

Gavin buried his face in Nines’ neck and rubbed circle after circle into the delicate but demanding clit peeking out above the folds. He kept his hips snapping against the android’s, but managed to stave off his own orgasm with the thought of Fowler potentially suspending them for their shockingly unprofessional behaviour.

In a matter of moments, he felt Nines’ walls clench and clamp down on his dick. The hands on his body gripped so hard there would surely be marks for days. Then there was a harsh and static-filled moan and even more warmth and wetness pooling between their legs.

Gavin knew then that he could let go too. With music in his ears and only one person on his mind, he came. Hard.

His hips stuttered and his cock pulsed… shooting stream after stream into the android’s luxurious pussy. He weakly stepped back after a moment, pulling out and tucking his spent cock back in as he went. A beautiful mess oozed from between the pink lips. If Gavin had his way, he’d want to clean that up. With his mouth. But he knew that they had to leave. Far too many people had seen them, and probably filmed them at this point.

He lowered Nines to the floor and gently pulled the dress back down. He smoothed over the creases and gently brushed back the displaced hair on the android’s long wig. He swiped the pad of his thumb under Nines’ red lips to remove a smudge of lipstick and rubbed his own mouth on the back of his hand.

He steeled himself, then looked right into the eyes of the android he’d just fucked in the middle of a nightclub while on a very important undercover mission. His partner. His best friend. The only person in his life that he really cared about… that he really didn’t want to hurt.

Gavin took a breath of relief when he realised that the piercing blue eyes were shining, not with tears, but with mirth and affection and every other positive emotion there was.

He turned around slowly… and as expected, a burly man was standing right behind them. Some members of the crowd were watching with unbridled disgust, some with shock, and others with amusement.

“I’m going to have to ask you and your companion to leave the establishment. Immediately. Or I’ll be forced to call the police.”

Nines giggled coquettishly and flounced past the bouncer, pulling Gavin along by the hand.

“I wonder how sexy the nearest responding officer is…”

[missymurphy1985]

The Extra (part 2)

Warning - smut (eventually....)

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You were finishing up your coffee, grateful that Cillian didn't hang around after grabbing his. Suddenly you heard Anto shouting in the yard outside. You told Liane you'd find her later, and headed out to him. He was pacing the grounds on his phone, the anger evident in his face. With an abrupt "Fuck you!" down the line, he hung up, kicking a rock across the courtyard in frustration.

"Anto? What's wrong?" You approached nervously.

"We start filming in three hours, and one of the cast had dropped out!!"

"What? Who?"

"Rachel Foster. She was supposed to play Tommy Shelby's girl."

"Oh shit.."

"Oh shit in-fucking-deed. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?! I can't call someone in at this short notice!"

"I don't know anyone who's even available.." he suddenly looked at you, you squirmed a little, you recognised that look.

"You know, it's not too late to reconsider my offer y/n."

"Anto we talked about this, I'm not an actress."

"But you used to be! And you were the best I knew!"

"When you offered me a role in this I was flattered beyond belief, I truly was, but my role is as a professor now, not an actress. I gave that all up nearly a decade ago!"

"Think about it - you're here anyway! She was only meant to film this week, it's a few scenes with Tommy, nothing major.. she's not even lasting the whole series it's just a few scenes I swear it. At least let me do a casting call with you? I'll pay you for your time, even if you don't want to do it? It's win-win! I'm desperate here y/n..."

You thought about it. You enjoyed the theatre shows you used to be involved in years ago so much, but then you were offered the job at Birmingham University and it was too good an opportunity to miss - a steady wage, guaranteed income.. the thought of going back to being a struggling actress made you very nervous.

"One casting call. If it doesn't work, I'm out and you'll have to find someone else Anto."

"Oh you fucking legend... You BEAUTIFUL legend!!!" He scooped you up and spun you round in a circle, before dragging you over to costume and makeup.

An hour later, you were in costume, hair done, makeup on, ready for the camera. You stood in the set for the Garrison, Anto giving you the once over for the short scene he'd got planned for the casting call.

"Anto you didn't say anything about kissing Tommy!" You groaned, reading the paper he handed you.

"It's one kiss - we need to make sure you have chemistry. You know these scenes are always filmed first y/n."

"You fucking owe me Byrne." He grinned his cheesiest grin yet, allowing you time to get to know your lines and the scene. You were lost in it, focussing on getting yourself into a character for the first time in years.

"Y/n?" An Irish brogue suddenly dragged you out of your prep, and you nearly dropped the whiskey glass you were holding as you were practising a scene.

"Holy fuck..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you - " he held out his hand, chuckling at your outburst. "I'm Cillian. I'll be playing Thomas Shelby."

"I, uh, I know who you are, I'm Y/n..."

"I know, Anto tells me you're Rachel's replacement? Really appreciate you stepping in like this, I know it's all a bit weird. Just take your time, okay? There's no rush, and no pressure to get it perfect, just relax. I know how intense these things can be."

"Thank you. I'm sorry if I'm shit..." You laughed, your stomach in knots.

"You won't be! You wanna stop at any point, tell me. No pressure, remember that. I'm looking forward to it."

"To what? Me throwing a whiskey glass at you?"

"No, not that bit," he smiled, his blue eyes glittering in the stage lights behind you.

"Right then you two, are you ready?" Anto called, and you pulled yourself together. Taking a deep breath, the scene began.

"You promised me Thomas. You said you were going legit!! Now I find out you have guns hidden away from the fucking IRA??"

"Clara, you have to trust me! I AM going legit but I need money behind me to do it - this is our way out of here!"

"You're a fucking liar Shelby. Four years I waited for you. Four fucking years you wrote to me promising me a life of safety, no more having to watch our backs, no more Peaky fucking Blinders, and you lied through your fucking teeth!" You threw the glass, missing his face by a mere inch.

He ducked, and approached you carefully, hands out to catch your arms as they flailed around. A sudden flick of your wrist in the wrong direction caught him off guard and you hit him. Full force on the side of his cheek.

"Oh fuck!! Shit I'm so sorry!!"

"Quite the left hook you've got there!!" He laughed, regaining his composure, rubbing his face. A decent shade of red now blossoming across his cheek. Anto was in stitches the other side of the camera and you shot him a glare.

"I can't believe you've just smacked the star of the fucking show!" He laughed.

"You're certainly feisty enough for Clara's character, I'll give you that!" Cillian smirked. You were mortified.

"I really am sorry..."

"No harm done, I'm fine. I've had worse. Come on, let's finish this yeah?" You were convinced you'd screwed it up, but Anto calling Action brought you back into the scene.

Cillian cleared his throat and approached you again, you could see him trying not to laugh though and you couldn't help but giggle a little, which set him off too.

"I'm sorry, really I am!" You panicked.

"That was my fault, I was too busy watching her arms!" Cillian smiled.

"Guys I really like what I'm seeing here. There's definitely chemistry on screen. Why don't you two go rehearse a little more together and come back in 30 minutes?" Cillian nodded and turned to you.

"Fancy a coffee?" He asked. You nodded and he led you over to the trailers behind the set.

"Are we not going to the cafeteria?"

"Not unless you want to rehearse in front of your Uni class?" He smirked. You shook your head and followed him into a decent sized trailer at the back. He flicked the kettle on, telling you to take a seat while he made the coffee.

"So why did you give up the theatre? You're clearly very good, else Anto wouldn't have requested you?"

"It wasn't going anywhere. I was in the West End, Broadway, Galway.. just seemed to be bouncing around with no real direction. I wanted to get into film or TV work but the roles were in high demand. And it became very clear very quickly that I wasn't the right kind of actress the movie makers wanted as a leading lady."

"Really? Why?"

"I wasn't prepared to get my tits out at every audition like the others I guess?" You shrugged. "I auditioned for a horror movie once in Hollywood. Some big budget thing that never ended up happening anyway, but the director wanted me to audition in this skimpy little dress - barely covered my ass never mind my thighs. Wouldn't audition me unless I wore it, so I threw it at him and walked out. Kinda blacklisted from then on."

"That's horrendous? Which director?"

"Cant even remember his name now it was so long ago. It doesn't matter anyway, the movie was scrapped before production and I landed the job at the university. Secure, stable, good money - couldn't ask for more really. And the kids are so great, Cillian, full of passion and enthusiasm! They're so inspiring they really are!"

"I'm meeting some of them later, I'm looking forward to it. My youngest wants to get into the industry. Been trying to put him off for years but he's such a little showman. Exactly like I was at his age."

"Is that Jack?" You asked.

"Yeah. His mam is keen on him getting into it but she hated me going off for months on end filming. One of the reasons she divorced me last year."

"I heard about that. I'm sorry.."

"No don't be! We get on better now than we ever have. Only stayed together for the kids you know? Milk and sugar?" You nodded, and he handed you the cup.

"This scene is awkward, I've never done a scene like this before," you confessed, taking a sip.

"Like what?"

"A kiss? How do you kiss someone without actually kissing them?"

"You just do it, I guess. Once you're in character it just happens. I won't use tongues I promise - nothing personal, it's just one of my rules."

"That makes it less awkward I suppose!"

"Exactly. Although didn't stop Scarlett Johansson that one time... Nearly got me shot by the wife that one did!" You remembered that scene in Girl with a Pearl Earring and laughed.

"You know, I've learned over the years that if you do those scenes first it makes all the others much easier," he said, putting his coffee down and taking yours from you, placing it on the table next to his. He took your hands and stood you up in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"What?"

"Not like that, I'm going to 'movie-kiss' you. Show you how it's done. Trust me - you won't feel awkward after this."

"I beg to differ..."

"Come on y/n, what have you got to lose?" My senses? You thought. My mind, maybe? You were hesitant, massively hesitant. You weren't even sure you were even going to go through with this. He glanced at his watch.

"We have five minutes, close your eyes and trust me." He nodded at you, and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

His fingers back on your cheek, this was just a reenactment of the scene but those fingers felt like lightening bolts. You could sense him moving closer, and his lips brushing yours. You were almost frozen to the spot until he whispered for you to relax.

"Okay, okay... I'm relaxed.. try again.." he leaned in again, your lips meeting properly. His hand in the back of your hair pulling you a little closer. You fell into it, your hands reaching round his back. As promised, he didn't use his tongue, which felt really strange at first but you quickly got used to it. Your mouths meshed together perfectly as you found your rhythm. A few minutes of this, before he pulled away, another gentle kiss against your lips as he did.

"Wow..." You gasped, opening your eyes. If someone had told you this morning you'd be kissing Cillian Murphy by lunchtime you'd have had them commited to the local loony bin, yet here you were. He didn't speak, and his hand was still on your cheek, brushing it lightly.

"Didn't plan on making you blush so much."

"Didn't plan on kissing Cillian Murphy when I woke up this morning," you laughed.

"Ready to do that again?"

"Again?"

"Just to make sure we got it right, of course."

"Yes.. of course.." he moved in quickly, but it felt different this time. His lips crashed against yours, and you definitely felt his tongue brush your lips a couple of times but you didn't reciprocate. You both moved backwards, your thighs hitting the table behind you, coffee nearly spilling over.

"Fuck, you okay? I'm sorry.." he pulled away to make sure none had spilled on you.

"I'm fine, it didn't fall, I'm fine... I uh, I think we've got the kiss nailed down though..." You brushed your hair out of your face and looked to the floor.

"Yeah, I think you're right.." your eyes met again and you both smiled. Before he could speak though, Anto was at the door knocking.

"Ready for round 2 guys?" He called. Cillian nodded at you, and you nodded back, both of you heading out to try the scene again.